You’re done here.

You are as hard as you can be right now. Your dick is begging for release, but you hold it in.

You want Megan to miss you, to think of you as she sleeps, when she’s not paying attention in class. You want her to completely fall in love with you. You want her to think of this moment when she pleasures herself, to imagine what finishing the act would be like. You want her to remember that you were there for her when she needed it.

You make it so.

“John…” Megan sits up.

You stand up too, closing in on her face, putting your hands on her hips and placing gentle kisses on her lips, which she soon begins to return and deepen.

“I’ll try to do something about Taylor. I promise, but you have to promise not to tell anyone about this, okay?” You tell her softly.

You make it so she agrees. You have to. If Taylor finds out, you can make it so she’s not jealous, but if the rest of the school finds out it’ll be trouble.

She nods. “I won’t. But, John…”

“Thank you,” you cut her off. “Now get dressed and go home. I promise I’ll help you out.”

You place one last kiss on her lips, longer than the others, but shorter than she wanted it to be.

You leave the club room and rush to the restroom to wash yourself before going back home.