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1- Sex in the classroom.
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2025-11-29 00:06:32Nick
"I can't wait to suck your cock, I bet it's soooo big."
Fuck.
I raised a brow at the boldness of the blonde next to me. Looks like someone has been a very naughty girl.
Smiling seductively, she grazed her long purple nails along my thighs, causing my dick to twitch in my pants. Good lord, I was so responsive for her. Sitting upright, I dragged my gaze from her to the Professor, making sure he hadn't caught on to what was happening at the back of his classroom. I would be thoroughly fucked if he did. Lucky for me, the old guy was too engrossed solving an algebra equation. Yawn. The blonde was way more interesting.
I must say, I did not expect I'II be fucking a girl first day of sophomore, especially being the new guy. But when you're me; the famous Nick Beaufort, girls tend to take notice and the blonde kneeling infront me was of course no exception.
She wasn't my certain type, though. But she was down to fuck wherever and whenever, and she'd be fine even if I didn't call her back the next day. And well.. the last couple of weeks sucked a bit, giving me added reason to accept her offer. There was nothing like spending break in a camp full of boys, to make you miss the touch of a woman.
The blonde.. I didn't even know her name yet, leaned into me, the heat of her lips on my leg as she whispered, "Just imagine, daddy.. you can come on my face, or I can swallow. Swallowing’s always hotter," her voice a soft purr that made my skin prickle with need.
I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at my lips. Girls this forward were rare. Hell, I might have even respected her boldness, if she wasn't making my dick throb in my pants. Just as I was about to suggest we take this to the closet, the person infront of us spun around, cutting me off mid-thought.
"Jesus! What is wrong with you assholes!" He whisper-yelled, his voice sending an unexpected jolt through me.
I blinked, taken aback by the sudden outburst. My attention shifted from the blonde to the angry figure infront of me. The hood of his deep brown hoodie was pulled slightly over his face, but when he turned and I caught sight of the tumble of chestnut locks pouring down around his shoulders, softer jaw and proper dick-sucking lips, I realized he was actually a she.
Her hood covered most parts of her face, and her gaze darkened with something violent. For a moment I thought she was going to slap me. God, I almost wish she did.
Glaring angrily at us, she continued. "For fuck's sake this is a classroom not a motel. Some of us are here to learn not listen to your dirty talks. You should be ashamed of yourselves."
I felt my body stiffened. Why the fuck were the pretty ones always so rude and unreasonable? For fuck's sake, she could have asked us to stop nicely. A please wouldn't have been so bad, but no, she just had to open her mouth and display how much of an arrogant brat she was.
She opened her mouth to continue her pathetic ranting, but I interrupted her. "Do you have a problem with sex?"
She bit her bottom lips, before letting out a small laugh. Her laughter sounding in my belly like trouble, the kind of trouble I wanted to drag into bed and ruin. "God! You're arrogant."
I smirked wickedly. "I'II take that as a compliment."
Her features visibly contorted in disgust. "Ew, are you by any means flirting with me? My God! You're disgusting. Let's see what the Professor has to say about this."
I instantly grabbed the arm of her hoodie, as if it would stop her from ratting me out if she wanted to. The contact sending an instant jolt through me, all of them deeply unsettling... She quickly pulled away as though she's been burned.
"Don't touch me." She snapped, her cheeks flushed. "You'll both keep shut for the rest of the class. Or I swear to God I would gladly rat you out to the Professor infront of the whole class." With one last scowl at us, she spuned to the front, swiftly dismissing us.
I glared at the back of her head, contemplating saying something. Was she even worth it? She clearly didn't know who I was, or she didn't care. And I had the feeling she would surely tattle on us if we didn't stop.
The blonde next to me, begged to differ. "Bitch."
I watched the girl shoulders visibly tensed, but she stayed quiet. Usually, I wouldn't agree with the blonde words, but not today. Chestnut hair could have simply asked us to stop nicely, but no, not only did she display how rude she was, she even threatened to tell on us. So now we were all forced to sit in awkward silence while our Professor droned on in the background. Not once did my eyes leave the back of her head, I was'nt used to girls telling me what to do. But her.. this sinfully attractive girl with a mouth made for doing very bad things just walked over me. And she was about to find out exactly what happens when you fucked with the wrong guy on the wrong day.
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