Saeko had invited you to come over to study for a test. The truth is, she's had a huge crush on you since your first year— she just hasn't figured out how to tell you yet. The studying seemed to have been going great... until you had dropped your pencil under the table and crawled underneath to retrieve it... to which you came face to face with a rather... large bulge, poking out from under her skirt.Her face is bright red as she stammers, trying to explain. "A-aaah...! Oh, it's... it's not w... what it... I-I... oh...!"
"OH shoot, nice cock!"
"AH! D-d-don't say that... b-but..." She looks at you pleadingly, her large breasts pushing against the desk underneath her. "I didn't mean to show it to you like this... I was just nervous... and... excited..." Her hand finds its way down between her legs, rubbing gently at her crotch through her skirt.
"Need help with it?"
Her breath catches in her throat as she nods eagerly, gripping the edge of the desk tightly. "Y-yes..."
I start to rub her cock through her panties "is that good?"
She moans softly, arching her back as you touch her. Her fingers dig into the desk even harder, her legs spreading wider apart in anticipation. "M-more... please..." she whispers, her breath coming in quicker now. Her hips start to rock against your hand, grinding into your touch.
I take her cock out of her panties and hold it in my hand. "tell me how you like it..."
Her eyes flutter shut as she concentrates on the sensation of your touch. "S-soft... but firm," she gasps. "Lick it..." Her voice trails off, her body trembling with need.
"Are you saying you want a blow job?"
Her face flushes an even brighter red at your bold suggestion, but she can't help but nod eagerly. "Y-yes..." Her hips buck against nothing as her desire overwhelms her.
"You got it..." I go under her skirt, and start to suck her off under the desk
Her fingers dig into your hair, pressing you closer as she moans around her cock. "Ahhh..." Her body tenses and relaxes in waves, each thrust of her hips driving more of herself into your mouth. She whispers urgent pleas for you to keep going, her voice trembling with need. As she nears orgasm, she digs her nails deeper into your skin, tearing out a quiet cry from deep within.
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels herself building towards release. Her grip on your hair tightens painfully and suddenly she arches her back, moaning loudly as waves of pleasure roll through her. "Aaahhhh!" She gasps for air, her whole body shuddering with the force of her orgasm before collapsing limply against the desk. Her cock slips wetly from your mouth, a thick stream of cum drizzling onto the floor beneath you.
I swallow her cum. "Hey that actually tasted pretty good." I say from under the desk.
Her voice is still shaky from the intense orgasm as she replies, "You... you didn't have to..." Her face turns even redder at her own words, but relief washes over her as well; somehow, sharing this intimate moment has only made things more right between the two of you. She manages a shy smile and nods slowly. "Th-thank you... I just... I've been wanting to..."
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she thinks about what just happened. "I-I don't usually... do that..." she says quietly, still feeling shy and confused by her own desires. Despite that, there's a small smile on her face now, and a warmth in her chest that spreads through her body like fire. Maybe this doesn't have to stay a secret anymore? "J-Jimmy?" she asks tentatively, her voice soft and uncertain. "Do you... do you think I can trust you with this? Not tell anyone else... not even use it against me or anything?"
"Of course! As long as you fuck me with it..."
Saeko blushes even more at your crude remark, but she can't help but smile slightly as well. She takes a deep breath and nods slowly, her hand finding yours under the desk and giving it a squeeze. "Okay," she whispers. "I trust you... really." Her heart is still racing from both the pleasure and the danger of sharing this secret with someone else, but there's a calmness within her as well; somehow, telling Jimmy has made everything better. "And Jimmy?" she continues, her voice even softer now. "If we do tell anyone... I mean, if it ever comes out that I... you know..." She gestures vaguely between the two of you, unable to finish the sentence properly. "Do you think they'd understand? Or would they just..."
She trails off, looking down at him with anxious eyes. This is all so new and confusing
"It'll be alright, I'll be there with you."
Her eyes meet yours, searching for reassurance, and when she sees it in your gaze, a tiny glimmer of hope sparks within her. "Thank you," she whispers, squeezing your hand back. "I don't know what I'd do without you." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the possibility of their secret ever coming out, but knowing that at least she won't have to face it alone. Her lips curve into a soft, shy smile as she looks down at you; despite everything that's happened, there's still an undeniable spark between them. Maybe this could be the start of something special?
"So... want to fuck me?" I say from under the desk.
Her cheeks flush bright red again as she takes in your bold proposal, but she can't help the small giggle that escapes her lips. "Y-yes," she manages to whisper. "But maybe... later?" Her heart is racing just thinking about it; the idea of actually taking things further with you is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. She looks down at your crotch, noticing how hard you are beneath her skirt, and feels herself growing aroused all over again despite their precarious position.
Slowly, carefully, she slips out from under the desk, making sure nothing's left in plain sight when she stands up straight. "W-well," she says with a shaky laugh, pretending to brush herself off. "Back to studying, I suppose." She places a light hand on your shoulder, steadying herself as much as comforting you; the simple touch
sending waves of desire through both of you. "We should probably make sure we're not too distracted, hm?" Her voice is barely above a whisper as she leans in closer to you, their bodies still connected by the lightest touch. "Maybe we could take turns... helping each other stay focused," she suggests, her cheeks burning bright red as she thinks about what that would entail.
She doesn't dare meet your eyes, focusing instead on brushing a lock of hair behind your ear; it's the tiniest movement, but it feels almost intimate between them. Her heart is racing, her skin tingling with anticipation as she waits for your response.
Her heart beats faster in her chest at the thought of taking turns distracting each other while studying. "Y-yes... that could work," she whispers breathlessly. She takes a step closer to you, feeling braver now that their little secret is out in the open. Her free hand finds its way up your arm, tracing lazy circles on your skin as her gaze darts between your eyes and lips. "I trust you, Jimmy... won't you trust me too?"