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My own cum shoots out of me and into my black spandex panties, and immediately I feel like a bumbling mess wanting to curl up between his legs and nap there with his dick in my mouth like a binky.
But obviously that can’t happen, so I lift my panties up, my cum gushing all over my balls and spent dick, and button up my jeans, then I make Ev decent and crawl out from under his desk.
“I-I could have given you some tissue to wipe that,” he says looking at my crotch.
I smirk at him and give him a quick kiss before lifting my bag off the floor.
“It’s okay, honey. I like feeling my cum on me. It turns me on.”
Ev bites his lip looking at my crotch and rubs his scruffy chin.
“Now I’m getting turned on.”
I wink at him and walk away.
“Maybe something we can try next time,” I say.
And boy does it feel good to make that statement. I get excited all over again just thinking of a next time with him again. And with Carter. With both of them in bed. And none of that quick stuff we’ve just done. But hours and hours of foreplay, fucking, and cum play on and on until dawn.
Now to convince them both it’s what they want, too.
While I’m walking through the corridors trying to find my way out onto the campus green, I get an idea.
It’s gutsy, but it might work.
On our first session, I was stepping on tiptoes, not wanting to offend them, just let them have all the control, but what would happen if…
Eight
Everett
After an excruciating hour in class trying really hard not to think about what had just happened in this very classroom, I am finally ready to go home and resist looking at my photo album every step of the way.
When I saw Carter’s backside a complete mess smudged with dry erase marker, it took him a moment to admit what he’d done, but even when he did, I couldn’t believe that “Mr. No Repeats” had let Tru blow him in class. And I couldn’t understand why they would go to him, Mr. Grumpy Pants née Drama Queen and not me, the person they spent all weekend chatting to?
Well, needless to say, they more than made up for it. And the thought of their scandalous picture on my phone waiting for me to open when I get home makes me all kinds of giddy. As does that mere thought of them walking around in their wet, black panties with cum between their legs.
“What’s up with you?” Carter asks when he comes out of his classroom and we head to the parking lot.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, and he glares.
“You look… I don’t know. Radiating or something,” he says.
I laugh. “Yeah. Or something,” I say.
“What—” he starts but stops dead on his tracks staring at me. “Did you talk to Tru?” He lowers his tone.
I open the building’s front door, and we walk outside. There are far less people around as we make our way to the faculty parking lot, so I don’t need to whisper.
“Oh, we did more than talk,” I say.
Carter gapes.
“You fucked them?” he says.
“What? No. God, what kind of dirty pig do you take me for? Jesus. No. They sucked me off under the desk.”
“Fuck, that makes me horny just talking about it,” he says, rearranging his bits and putting the biggest frown on his face.
