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“I thought you said no more benefits,” I say.
Carter climbs up to me, his lips lingering above mine for a few moments, his breath blowing hot on my face.
“I know. I’m sorry. I overreacted. As usual. Will you accept this blowjob as my apology?” he says and kisses my cheek.
“Wait a minute. Did you just admit you overreacted? What the hell happened to you? Actually, no. Don’t answer that. Just suck me instead. I rarely get this kind of gift from you. I’m not gonna blow it by looking at it in the mouth.”
Carter starts his descent back to my dick, only he stops midway.
“Did you just call me a horse?”
I laugh before I can stop myself.
“Well, you’re hung like one, so why not?”
I watch his shoulders perk up in a shrug and then his mouth is all over my dick, and I shelve my jokes to focus on the task at hand.
This never happens.
Okay, almost never.
Carter doesn’t apologize. And even when he does, he rarely admits he was wrong.
So yeah, even though I’m still annoyed with him and the way he acts, I’m not going to refuse an apology BJ, am I?
He pulls my foreskin all the way down while taking my entire length in his mouth and holds me there until he chokes.
When he pulls up, webs of spit connect my dick with his mouth. I watch them break up as he starts jerking me off, resting my head on his tongue. He goes faster and faster until he swallows me again without warning and uses both hands to grip my ass and drive me deeper in his mouth, driving me over the edge.
If there’s one positive from Carter’s promiscuous ways, it’s that he’s mastered the art of blowing. And I’m always a happy recipient of one.
What would make this surprise session even better though would be if Tru was here, next to him, helping him, pushing his head down on me, taking their turn sucking me or even offering me their cock to suck myself. Or their lips to kiss. Or their hole to lick.
There are so many ways Tru would make this even more perfect, but how can I get my stupid best friend to get that?
My stomach clenches, and I buck my hips as Carter uses both his fingers and mouth to grind me faster.
I clench the sheets under my hands and shoot right into his mouth, and he swallows every drop of me. When he’s made sure I’ve got nothing more to spill, he climbs up, brushes a kiss on my lips, and leaves my room as if nothing ever happened. As if this was all just a dream.
And now I’m wide awake and out of breath. Hungry for more. For more from my best friend and the stranger on my phone.
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“Anyone?” I ask and a few students raise their hands. Tru amongst them.
I pick one of the guys at the front, and he solves the equation while I write it on the whiteboard.
I move on to the next equation and ask for volunteers. Once again, Tru is eager with their hand up in the air like a Hermione Granger always ready with the answers.
“Lilian?” I offer the equation to a girl in the front.
A huff of exasperation comes from the back, from Tru, but I ignore it.
What else can I do? I don’t want them getting the wrong message, especially after my brilliant friend offered them his “help.” Whatever Ev decides to do in his private time is his business. I don’t mix business with pleasure. Especially the kind that could get me into trouble.
It doesn’t mean I don’t crave it. God knows how much our night with Tru still follows me everywhere I go.
