Nicole sighed loudly. "You are SO squeamish." She complained. She walked over to the lights and turned them off, then to the door. She started to close it, but then, teasingly, left it open a crack.
I started to protest, but she cut me off by holding up her hand. "Nothing's gonna happen, squirt. Now roll with it." Shamelessly, she took off her sweater, then her t-shirt to reveal her big, beautiful breasts.
"Maybe if you wore a bra during the winter, you wouldn't be so bitter about the cold." I joked.
"The truth?" she asked. I nodded. "I don't even know if I own a bra." She started laughing like an idiot, and I joined in somewhat. Before long, though, the laughing was over and she had her back up against a table, feet on the floor, my mouth on her nipples, moaning up to the heavens.
"I think…" Nicole said in between moans. "You're becoming… the best guy… I've been with at this…"
I ground myself up against her pelvis, making her squeal, and asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you're a fast learner, stupid." She retaliated, standing up and unzipping my fly. With one motion, the threw my pants to the ground, then, keeping her eyes locked on mine, travelled downwards until she was on her knees. She took my now-erect cock in her hands and began to slowly stroke me, licking sensuously at the base of my dick. Shamelessly, she even started to use her tongue on my balls, still jacking me all the while. It felt good, but besides that, I didn't know what to make of it.
Her love of tradition won her over eventually as she stuck my dick in her mouth and began to suck my dick for all its worth, playing with my head with her tongue while she was at it. I leaned back against a table and my hands moved to the back of her head, coaxing her to take more of me in as a felt the sensations spread all across my body.
I heard some clothes rustling and opened my eyes to see Nicole taking her pants off (which was impressive considering she was on her knees), opening her knees, and inserting two fingers into herself, making contact with her clit using her thumb. Before long the two of us were a mess of moaning, squirming and bucking. Nicole, surprisingly, came first – even though I couldn't hear it, it was obvious with the way she picked up speed then stopped suddenly. Plus, I could see her juices faintly running down her legs.
I came next, getting used to not even bothering to warn her (since she seemed to know every time) as I spurted right down her throat. Nicole, of course, swallowed it all.
After we stood there in post-orgasmic bliss for a while, Nicole took me out of her mouth, wiped her own mouth, and stood up, putting her clothes back on. "Oh dear God, I forgot my water." She complained.
"Another crisis that could have been averted if you just waited until we went home." I quipped.
"Oh shut up, dweeb." she playfully scolded, throwing her shirt at me. I was tempted to run out of the room with it, but knowing her, she'd just shamelessly run after me.
Unbeknownst to us, we were not the only ones who knew of our risky session that day. Just outside the door, peering through the crack, was perhaps one of the people I least wanted to see us: Megan. We hadn't seen her, but her eyes were wide, her mouth was open and there was a hole in her heart. Her head was reeling, and her brain was filled with a mixture of shock, sadness, slight anger, and perhaps even a twinge of jealousy.
I know Nicole was wild and crazy, but she really should have closed the door.
***
Of course, she didn't stick around the door by the time Nicole and I exited the student council room.
"It's not going to be locked." I warned her, still nervous, once we exited Room 203. "Someone's going to notice that. Then come the questions."
"Right, because I didn't swipe Phil's key before thinking doing this was a good idea." Nicole replied, taking the key out of her pocket and rolling her eyes. "You worry too much, hotshot."
As she locked the door, I thought I heard someone behind us, and veered around. "Is someone there?!" I asked nervously.
Nicole chuckled. "Nobody's here, squirt. They've all gone home. I thought blowing you would make you LESS pent up."
I didn't know it at the time, but I was absolutely right to be nervous. Tucked into the indented doorway of the next room, thanking her lucky stars she pulled back into the indent when I veered around, stood Megan, head pounding and hands shaking, still listening to us.
"Alright, are we ready to go?" Asked Nicole, slinging the camera around her neck.
"Yeah, let's get out of here." I hastily agreed, still nervous but calming down at this point. Megan peered back over to us just in time to catch me reaching my hand out and grabbing Nicole's in mine.
"…What are you doing?" She asked me seriously.
"I don't know." I honestly answered. "I just figure since we do everything else and there's no one around, like you said…"
Nicole laughed. "Yeah, but we're not a couple, squirt." She playfully slapped my hand away from hers. "That ain't how this works. I'm a no-"
"Strings attached, I know." I finished.
"Well if you know, then don't be doing coupley things with me!" She said flatly. She seemed serious, like me holding her hand offended her or something. "It feels weird. It's not my fault that when I blow you, you get feelings for me…"
"Oh, ha ha." I replied sarcastically. "Because that's totally how it works."
Megan heard everything, and at this point, her eyebrows were at her hairline. At this point, her mind was made up. She knew who she wanted, but this changed everything. Now she knew how she could get who she wanted too.