Still, what Nicole said kept repeating itself in my head. The idea of being kind, of being aware of why she's doing what she's doing. Megan wasn't apologizing because she saw some sort of benefit she could take. She was apologizing because she was genuinely sorry, and because she didn't want to hurt me. I guess now that nothing could be done to fix the past, I at least owed her that much in return. "…So how about we just forget what happened and move on, huh?" I asked, catching her off guard.
I don't think she was expecting to be forgiven so quickly. "Huh?" She asked me.
I shrugged. "It's not like I'm going to solve anything by being mad at you. And I think you're being genuine. So I forgive you. Let's move on from all of this."
Megan's smile was blinding. "Okay." She answered, her voice quavering as if she was about to start crying. "Thanks, Adam."
"No problem." I answered. I was still upset, though not as much at Megan at this point. She wasn't really at fault. It was just dumb luck. And, as I was beginning to realize, it was how I handled things after all.
She pulled me in for a hug again, and this time I returned it. She noted this and made the hug even tighter, bringing her head in. I felt her lips touching my neck, but she wasn't necessarily kissing me.
After a bit, she pulled away. She looked me in the eye, as if expecting me to say something, then bit her lip as she looked down. "I know I was kind of unfair, but… I liked it." She said out of nowhere.
"Huh?" I asked her.
"Like, the… the blowjob. I liked it." She said nervously, blushing and looking down.
I chuckled. "Yeah, I noticed." I replied. "You got wet from blowing me alone."
"I didn't just get… um…" She trailed off.
"Wet?" I asked her with a smirk.
"Yeah, that. I think I climaxed too." She paused. "Is that normal?"
I laughed. "How should I know?" I asked her. "I've only been with you and Nicole. For what it's worth, Nicole doesn't do that."
"So you're not Nicole's secret boyfriend?" She asked me. I wondered briefly if she used the topic of sex to get to Nicole. I briefly wondered if I should have minded her intrusion, but I didn't.
"Nah, she and I are just friends with benefits." I said casually, then thought about it. "Were." I corrected myself, feeling my heart sink.
I think Megan could feel it sink too. She grabbed my hand. "Do you need someone?" She asked me. I could feel the burning blush in her cheeks just from grabbing her hand.
"Nah, I really shouldn't." I replied, pulling my hand away from hers. She nodded soundlessly and pulled her hand back. However, she planted the seed of curiosity in my mind. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason." she quickly replied, eyeing the floor.
"Do you need someone?" I asked her. She bit her lip and said nothing.
Call it social deprivation from being cut off from both May and Nicole, but at this point I was on autopilot. Slowly, I grabbed her hand again. "You really shouldn't ask me things like that." I told her. "Because I'm really vulnerable right now. You could probably get away with a lot right now."
"Oh yeah?" She asked. I could hear her heart pounding.
"Yeah." I answered, my heart pounding louder than hers. We both looked each other in the eyes for what seemed like an eternity. The space between us was beginning to close, and before I had enough time to think over whether this was a good idea or not, our lips were locked tightly. We both lost all control as Megan's hands desperately clawed all over me, hungry for something to grab on to.
Despite giving in to my lust, I hadn't lost all common sense as I broke away from the kiss. "We should find somewhere more private…" I managed as Megan, still not satisfied, dove in to my neck and started to kiss, suck and lick away at my neck. She groaned when she realized I was right and with energy I did not expect to see from Megan, bolted up and started powerwalking down the hall, dragging me by the hand before I was even standing fully upright.
We tried the student council office, but it must have been set to lock by Phil, because it seemingly locked when I first closed the door. In desperation, Megan started to look for other classrooms, dragging me along.
Thankfully, it was after 4:30, so no one was in the hallways to be able to witness what Megan and I were obviously doing as we paced the halls. To get to the other classrooms, however, we had to pass through the main hall, and I wasn't so lucky when we passed through. Megan didn't seem to care, leading me through the hallway, but as I passed through the main hallway, a single person was sitting on a bench near the center, and looked up as we passed by.
His long, frizzy brown hair and black clothing gave him away immediately as he looked up. My heart sank in my stomach as I realized this would be hell to explain. He didn't say anything – he just raised his eyebrows and gave me a small, confused smile as we passed through. I tried my best to give him a look that would say 'I'll explain later', although I don't think I succeeded. Soon enough, we were out of the main hallway and trying classroom doors.
It was stupidly convenient that one of the rooms turned out to be unlocked. It was an English classroom, one that clearly was meant to be locked. I started to wonder if the locking of classrooms was as mandatory as I first thought, when I was assaulted by Megan's lips on mine. However, I had enough self-control left to pull away temporarily to clarify a few things.
"You understand that this is just casual sex, right Megan?" I asked her.
She used the time away from me to remove her glasses, eagerly nodding.
"This means absolutely nothing romantically. I won't be holding your hand or anything after."
"I know." She replied, working her sweater over her head.
"And you're okay with that? No hurt feelings, no misunderstandings, no BS?" I asked her.
She was now working her t-shirt over her head. "Yes." She responded impatiently, throwing her t-shirt to the floor.
I smiled mischievously at her. "Good." I responded simply as I worked my own shirt over my head. She grinned as she reached behind her, undoing her bra.
Unlike Nicole, Megan's tits were fairly small, a modest B cup at best. As well, her nipples were quite small too, with her areolae maybe reaching the size of a quarter. Nevertheless, I was completely drawn to them, and I was caressing away at her breasts before I even knew what I was doing. Her long blond hair was draped over my hands, covering them in a silky embrace as my now-experienced hands worked magic on her nipples, caressing, flicking and twisting away.
Either Megan genuinely missed this or deep down under, she was a sexually charged devil, because she was moaning within seconds. In a kneejerk reaction, she ground her pelvis up against mine and latched her mouth onto mine, her tongue prodding away at my lips, begging for entrance. When I allowed her in, her tongue hungrily explored my mouth, perhaps searching for mine. It was quite evident that she did not have experience kissing, but was keen to learn. With that, my tongue responded in vigor, teaching her my ways.
She broke the kiss as her hands trailed their way down my chest and abdomen. "I had no idea you were this attractive." She muttered under her breath. "This is really hot, Adam." She kept traveling south until she hit the pole. As soon as she did, she moaned instantly and started rubbing me through my jeans. "I need to have this in my mouth again, Adam." She moaned. "Please let me have it."
I would have loved to see her beg, to see her suffer knowing she was so close to what she wanted yet at the hands of my refusal, especially with all of the hell she caused me over the past week, but I was too horny at that point to think straight. Wordlessly, I complied, taking off my pants then my underwear. Her eyes gleamed when she saw my cock spring forth, and immediately got on her knees. "Oh, yes." She happily sighed. "Thank you, Adam." Without another word, she took me into her mouth again.
She definitely remembered what she learned. Within the first few bobs of her head, she was able to get about two thirds of me down before she came up for air again, making sure she didn't start off too quickly. "I think it's actually gotten bigger." She muttered.
I gave a small laugh as I coaxed her mouth back on me with my hands. She responded eagerly, taking me into her mouth, using all of the techniques she taught herself just a few short weeks ago. He tongue, her lips, the suction, everything was in the right place. I couldn't help but moan and put one hand onto the table behind me for support as Megan continued to take more and more of me into her mouth.
Soon enough, she was starting to get turned on by this. I hadn't noticed before, but Megan was wearing a black-and-white skirt today. I certainly did notice when she desperately pulled up her skirt to her waist and start rubbing her already-moist panties underneath, moaning on my dick as a result. She was getting really into it, and was determined to take more and more into me, when I felt more of me slip into her than ever before. I wasn't entirely sure, but I think Megan was deepthroating me.
Her moans became more muffled, her activity between her own legs more urgent as she kept going, picking up speed. That feeling I got the last time she blew me started to return to me, as I entered another realm.
"That's my good little slut." I said in a voice just louder than a whisper. "Keep going like that and you're going to get your reward reeeeally soon."
Megan seemed excited by this news, and doubled her efforts, including on herself. What was a small wet spot before turned into a completely drenched, practically dripping pair of panties as Megan stopped rubbing herself and dove into her panties to start fingering her pussy.