The Gray Knight

Daisy Holland folded her arms beneath her breasts, pressing them upwards and together as her bluish-green, near teal-colored eyes took in the view before her.

“You’re late, sweetie.” she said, stern but with the hints of a smirk tilting up the corners of her mouth.

“I’m so sorry!” Noah Shipman gasped, panting hard. “My dad wouldn’t let me go into school early, he made me help him with his computer. Please don’t say I’m too late.”

Daisy bit her lip, then she shrugged and started unbuttoning her blouse. “Not if you hurry.”

Noah surged towards her, and her quest to unbutton her blouse was momentarily forgotten as the younger boy’s mouth slammed against hers. Daisy let out a moan as their lips mashed together, and she felt his hard cock press against her thick thigh through the fabric of her skirt and his shorts. Forgetting her blouse altogether, her hand delved into his shorts, not bothering to unbutton as she wriggled her hand into his boxers too.

Noah’s hips bucked into her hand as her soft, slim fingers closed around his shaft. He was far from the biggest she’d ever had, but he wasn’t tiny, either. Average, she’d say, albeit a little skinnier than average. But what he lacked in girth, he compensated for by being a little longer than average. He was significantly taller than her too, and while he was skinny and not that physically imposing, she loved tall men. Her hand pumped his hard cock eagerly as their tongues wrestled fiercely.

This wasn’t the first secret rendezvous they’d had at school, and as long as Daisy could make Noah cum fast, something she never had much trouble with, it wouldn’t be their last. After Ariel had gotten her onto her knees sucking Noah’s cock back behind the little store near the beach, and Noah’s eager sweetness a few days later had convinced her to do it again, Daisy had been fucking one of her students.

Well, she was fucking Jace, too, and he was her student, technically, but the taboo there was absolutely the fact that she was fucking her little brother. Him being her student almost never occurred to her. Though, she reflected as she kept stroking Noah, perhaps some sexy Ms. Holland roleplay would be a fun thing to incorporate into the bedroom.

“Ms. Holland! I’m gonna…” Noah groaned, and Daisy jolted back to the present.

“Oops, sorry, sweetie. I’ll give you a moment.” Daisy quirked a grin at him, then stepped back, dropping to her knees to tug down his shorts and boxers, freeing his cock. Licking her lips appreciatively, Daisy gave the underside of Noah’s shaft a few tiny kisses, before drawing back to give him some breathing room.

She wanted him to cum quick, but it was no fun if he came too quickly. She liked to draw it out. Noah’s ragged breathing gradually evened out, and Daisy slipped up against his chest, taking special care to rub her big tits all over his chest while looking down at his cock.

“You feel so good…” Noah grunted, and kissed the top of her head.

“Thanks, sweetie. I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, I sure am.” Daisy grinned, and she kissed Noah again. He wasn’t much in terms of sexual talent, but she loved playing this beyond arousing role, the doting and sexual Ms. Holland. She only had two years in age on the boy, but the dynamic felt much different than that. She felt like his MILFy teacher drawing out her young student’s loads, and that was a very fun feeling indeed. Daisy wasn’t sure how her mother managed to live her life without jumping on random young men’s cocks.

Daisy slipped down to her knees again, rubbing Noah’s thighs as she took his familiar length into her mouth. Her tongue paid special attention to his helmet, lavishing attention there before she took him deep into her mouth, knowing from experience now that he loved feeling his cock brushing the back of her throat. He wasn’t quite enough to gag her, but was just about enough that she really felt him when deepthroating him. Her nose brushed against his hips, her tongue trying to show as much attention to the sensitive underside of his cock as she could. His hand ran through her blonde locks, and just like Ariel had showed him that first time back in the grass behind the store, he pushed her head down, hard enough to elicit a gag from her as he pushed his hips as far forward as he could.

Daisy found herself pinned there, his hand pushing her head towards his hips while his hips pressed against her lips, stuffing his whole length into her mouth. She fucking loved it.

“You feel so… good!” Noah gasped, and his hips bucked, making her gag again as he erupted inside her, cum spurting down her throat. When Noah pulled his cock free, absolutely soaked, glistening with her saliva, Daisy stared up at him with cock-drunk eyes. She was drooling out of the corner of her mouth, but she barely cared.

Her pussy was gushing, and her panties were gonna be soaked, she could just feel it.

“Ms. Holland?” Noah blinked.

“It’s Daisy.” she rasped. “And I want you to fuck my throat again.”

Noah’s half-hard cock lurched with arousal, and Daisy took it upon herself to wrap her hand around him and start pumping him.

“That was so good.” Daisy professed eagerly, and Noah gave a proud grin. This was definitely the first time he’d gotten such a reaction from her. Daisy checked her watch and swore, still hurriedly jerking Noah’s cock, nice and lubed up by her own saliva. It dripped between her fingers, and she gave his tip plenty of licks and kisses, trying to revive the poor weary soldier.

“Come on, sweetie…” Daisy muttered.

“I don’t think I can do it…” Noah grunted. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck.” Daisy cursed, and she scrambled up to her feet, looking around for something to dry her hand. “We’re out of time.”

Noah looked downcast, but he started pulling up his boxers and shorts, tucking away his cock, still significantly wet from her mouth. He looked downcast?! Daisy was ragingly horny, and she had nothing to fix it, save for dragging Jace out of class, which would be a monumentally stupid decision.

Damn Noah and his fucking face-fucking, finally seriously, truly turning her on, only for him to not be able to get it up again so quickly. Maybe Jace and some of the guys at college had spoiled her, she reflected, as she found some paper towels and wiped her hand off, stuffing the paper towel into her pocket. She fixed her hair and went to step back out into the hallway, but Noah’s eyes widened, and he darted forwards.

“Wait! Your, uh, your shirt.” he said, pointing, and Daisy glanced down to realize she had four more buttons undone than usual, showing off just about all of her lacy pink bra.

“Whoops. Good catch, Noah.” Daisy said, and hastily buttoned it up, batted at her hair one more time, and stepped out into the hallway just as the bell rang.

———

Evan Simmons was one of the last students to arrive at Mrs. West’s class, walking in with a smirk he always saved for the class’ stupidly sexy TA, which may as well stand for tits and ass, as Daisy Holland had both in spades. Usually, she returned that smirk with an eyeroll and maybe a middle finger if she could get away with it sneakily, but today she just scoffed and turned away from him.

Guess she wasn’t in the right mood for their banter today, but that hardly meant Evan was gonna stop. He dropped into his seat, looking up at where Jace Holland and Matthew Chester were sitting, Matt showing Jace something on his phone. Jace laughed, and Daisy looked over. The Holland siblings shared a significant look and Jace leaned back in his chair away from Matt.

Evan chuckled seeing his neighbor get reprimanded by his big sister, and glanced sideways at the guy sitting beside him in the back of the class, Nolan Platt. Evan could be a bit… prickly, one could say, but Nolan was a straight-up asshole. Evan rolled his eyes seeing Layla Nelson’s name on the top of Nolan’s text chat. That little blonde ‘oral specialist’ would be talking to a guy like Nolan, wouldn’t she?

Layla had given Evan one of her signature blowjobs before, and it had admittedly been insanely good, but Layla wasn’t too picky about who she bestowed her ‘favor’ upon, and well, Evan appreciated a bit more of a challenge. He’d thought that challenge might be Brooklyn, but two measly hook-ups, and she’d cut him off. He was pretty sure after the first one that she didn’t mean it when she told him they were done, and he had been right, but there had been a certain air of finality this time.

Brooklyn was too in love with Jace, it seemed. If she wanted to shack up with Mr. Golden High and Mighty, that was her prerogative, but at least he had two very good memories of fucking that sexy body of hers. He wasn’t gonna keep pressing, he was too much of a gentleman for that, of course, but if ever Jace screwed that one up, which he likely would knowing Jace’s general lack of commitment, Evan would be there to pick up Brooklyn’s pieces.

Jace was already dating Olivia, a sore spot for Evan, admittedly. Did he really need to be sneaking around behind her back fucking Skylar too? Evan was no snitch, and he could appreciate a bit of fun outside the relationship, so he wasn’t gonna say anything to Olivia, but that couldn’t end well for Jace. Besides, Evan would rather not give Jace someone to blame for his problems other than himself. He’d have to learn he can’t have it all sooner than later, surely. What was he gonna do, start a harem? Fat fucking chance of that one. He’d be lucky to get a threesome.

As for Evan’s own prospects, well, he cast his blue eyes away from Jace towards Jace’s far more interesting big sister. Daisy was talking with Mrs. Jessica West, the sultry brown-haired teacher of his class, and between the two of them, there was eye candy aplenty. Nolan snickered as Daisy dropped a paper and bent down to pick it back up, lifting his phone. With an exaggerated yawn, Evan knocked Nolan’s phone from his hand, sending it careening across the linoleum floor of the classroom.

“Oh, sorry.” Evan said, in a voice that wasn’t particularly sorry. Nolan glared at Evan but got out of his seat to collect his phone.

“Mr. Platt!” Mrs. West called. “No phones in my classroom, please.”

She gave Evan a sort of look with what might have been a small bob of her head. He had a feeling she’d seen his not particularly hidden gesture, but seemed appreciative. Oh, well. It wasn’t Mrs. West’s opinion he cared about, foxy as she was. The woman who he had really wanted to see his white knight gesture had been bent over getting her honor saved. Well, maybe it hadn’t exactly been a white knight gesture. He had also just really wanted to fuck with Nolan, that little prick. A gray knight gesture, maybe.

“Alright, class, today we’re going to be partner reviewing each other’s essays.” Daisy cleared her throat, stepping in front of the class. She looked a little more frazzled today than usual, and it was a little hard to tell from the back, but he thought one of her shirt’s upper buttons was unbuttoned. “Uh, Mrs. West and I already picked partners, though, so don’t get too excited.”

Jace and Matt up at the front slumped in their seats halfway through the action of turning towards each other. Evan glared sideways at Nolan, figuring he’d be happy with just about anybody other than Platt. He gave charmers like Evan a bad name, trying to make them all seem like asshats. He remembered trying to save Brooklyn from a drunken, particularly handsy Nolan back at Skylar’s house party, which again, had been somewhat selfishly motivated. Evan also hadn’t even managed the save, Brooklyn’s little brother had cut in before Evan had made it even halfway to her.

Interrupting anything Nolan was doing was like pure dopamine, though, and Evan also took great pleasure in fucking him over on the football field, which he knew infuriated him endlessly. Until recently, Charlie Tower as quarterback had undermined that somewhat, but with it switching to Jace more and more for that role in practice and during games, a lot more of Evan’s ‘Ignorin’ Nolan’ plans started working out. Nobody really liked Nolan, other than Charlie, who was a hard pill to swallow himself.

A rich asshat who thought his daddy’s money made him God’s gift to the fucking world, Evan could do without Tower around. Jace irritated Evan, but he was a hell of a lot more tolerable than Charlie or Nolan.

“Alright, partners.” Mrs. West said, walking forwards with a clipboard. “Mr. Chester, you’re with Mr. Shipman. Mr. Holland, you’re with Ms. Martinez. Mr. Johnson, you’re with Ms. Kishima.”

As Mrs. West ran down the list of pairs, more and more and more of them didn’t have Evan’s name or Nolan’s name. Don’t fucking do this to him, please. Nolan was damn obnoxious just being in proximity to Evan, dealing with him for a project would just be hell.

Then, by some miracle, the last two pairs had Evan and Nolan’s names, and not with each other.

“Mr. Platt, you’re with Ms. Adams. Mr. Simmons, you’re with Ms. Mitchell.” Mrs. West read off, and Evan glanced over at his partner. Aria Mitchell, a volleyball girl who was quite the powerhouse on the court and looked damn good in the leotard they wore as their uniform. It was tight on her thick hips, her toned ass, and her large breasts.

She looked fan-fucking-tastic in that leotard, but she also fell into the group of slutty girls who didn’t require much effort, and while she was hot, Evan had never gone after her. He’d never been **** enough to hop a ride on one of the school bicycles, after all. Well, he shouldn’t be that rude to her. She was at least a bit choosier than Layla Nelson. Layla would give it a go with anything that has a nice cock to suck. He swore Layla hated getting fucked because it means she couldn’t suck on the dick inside her. Never met a girl who loved cock that much, it was crazy.

She’d love a spitroast though, Evan filed away mentally, then pushed that thought away so he could stand up without difficulty and cross the room over to Aria.

“So, partners, huh?” Aria grinned at him.

“Yeah, partners.” Evan said without much enthusiasm. Glumly, he looked over at David and his partner, Yukari Kishima. The sexy Japanese beauty was stunningly gorgeous, reserved, and didn’t seem like she’d wilt in the wind. In other words, she was Evan’s type to a T. Something inside him just went crazy for girls who would never dream of fucking him. It did make it significantly harder sometimes, as he wasn’t that interested in girls like Aria Mitchell or Layla Nelson.

He could appreciate a good body, what was the point of the pot of gold if he didn’t get to follow a rainbow? Or, more aptly, what was the point of a good lay if there was no fun seduction leading up to it? Ever since Brooklyn, his interest in the easy girls had only dropped, as he knew now just how rewarding they could be.

“Hey, stop staring at the nerd herd and let’s get started. My mom will kill me if I get another C.” Aria nudged him. Clearly she’d given up on flirting when he’d shown such little interest. He did take a second to admire the shape of her bosom, though. Her being an easy lay didn’t mean he didn’t think she was hot as hell, and he kind of liked the green color she had in her hair at the ends.

“If you don’t want a C, you probably shouldn’t be in such a rush to have me grade your essay.” Evan said without thinking, and winced at the hurt that blossomed across Aria’s face. Nolan had put him in a bad mood by trying to snap a sneaky photo of Daisy, and it had just put his attitude off.

“Sorry, that was a joke.” Evan backtracked as much as he cared to, and began looking over Aria’s essay. The volleyball girl sniffed in such a manner that Evan guessed his essay wasn’t come back with stellar reviews. Ah, well.

The gray knight couldn’t win them all.