Page 13 of Tenure

Shannon hovers awkwardly until I raise an eyebrow at her, and she finally leaves. Kiernan collapses sideways as I pull my fingers out of her and shove them in her mouth.

“For your blood sugar,” I murmur.

And finally—finally—she moans, loudly, unrestrained, her tits heaving as her cum slides down her thighs.

“Good girl,” I whisper.

Her eyes fly open, and she wrenches her head away from my hand, angrily picking up her bag and her phone, storming towards the door leaving her notebook behind.

“Kiernan?”

She glares at me, her legs still shaking. She looks like a baby deer.

“Say thank you.”

Her eyes narrow, pretty pink lips curled up in a snarl.

“Fuck you, James,” she says. And walks out.

I collapse back into my seat, staring down at my hand, running my fingers over the wetness still pooled in my palm, and I can’t help it. All logic and reason is gone.

I pop the button of my jeans, shove my hand into my boxers, wrap my slick palm around my aching cock, and pump.

Twice is all it takes. My head snaps back in my chair as I come, my dick the hardest its ever been in my entire life, my body whacking out as my brain and muscles go haywire.

When I finally finish, I pull my hand back out of my pants and look at it. I’m fuckingcoveredin both of us, a wet,drippymess.

Not good,I think, but I can’t help but wonder what we’re like, mixed up together like this.Just a taste . . .My tongue darts out, mouth flooding with the taste of both of us, my cock already hardening again.

So. Fucking. Good.

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Kiernan

I want to punch something.

I want to yell and kick and scream.

I want to do it again.

My first time being touched by someone else, my first orgasm that isn’t just mine, and it wasin front of a fucking TA.

I need to drop out of college. I’m not ready for this.

I try to wipe up my mess in the bathroom, stripping off my panties because they feel like they’ve been in a pool and shoving them in my bag. My stomach is turning over, anxiety and adrenaline and fear and anger all roiling up into one big, messy game of dodgeball in my gut. I don’t know why the fuck this guy affects me like this, but I can’t be around him again. Not ever.

My pussy clenches in protest, and I snarl as I throw the bathroom stall door open, stalking angrily to the sink to wash my hands.

That wasn’t the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Nope. Definitely not. No ma’am.

Fuck my life.

I see Graham in the hallway with some other students I don’t know, and he beckons me over.

“Hey!” he says. He introduces me to some of his friends, most of them from the hockey team, but I’m having a hard time remembering names. I can’t concentrate, distracted by the ache between my legs. He stretched me open farther than I’ve ever been stretched, the sting almost too much to bear.

Almost.

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