With one look I egged him on. I dared him to say something about my skirt. We both knew that if he said a single thing out of line, we’d just go through the library routine all over again. Still, he attempted to save face and put on his signature smile. It looked even more plastic than usual. “It’s, uh, cool you’re trying new things, Jacqueline.”
“C’mon, don’t be such a stiff,” I replied in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Call me Jacq. And is that really all you have to say? I’m almost disappointed.” Heather and Maddie joined me in laughing at him. We really did find our happy medium. Cameron would hang around us, slight win for him, but he wouldn’t get anywhere with us and I could mock him for it, huge win for… women. Not just me, women.
He chuckled softly. “I mean, yeah, I like skirts, what guy doesn’t?”
“There it is,” I acknowledged, and this time the whole table joined in on the laugh. “I’m sure you prefer your college girls wearing skirts when you hunt them down.”
“Used to, when I used to do that,” he added in a fun tone, as if we were all joining in on an in-joke. “But, uh… actually the skirts themselves were never what got me. To tell you the truth… my weakness? Stockings.”
The girls and I guffawed at that. “You pervert!” I chided him. “I’m watching you around any girl that wears them now.” The guy really was scum, but at least we could have fun with it now, instead of it being too awkward. At least he wasn’t doing anything with any of the girls.
***
As soon as the door was closed, the boy and I attacked each others’ mouths. This was it. Finally, the moment. The first boy to meet my standards since I had started this whole dating thing.
At the first chance where our mouths could detach, I slid down his waist, being sure to rub my body down his as I did. I loved grinding my body against his. It felt so fun, so right. And speaking of things that felt right… almost fumbling with the zipper out of pure excitement, I hungrily undid his fly and pulled out the boy’s eager, throbbing member. It barely got a second of fresh air before it was in my mouth.
It wasn’t a lot of ceremony for my first blowjob. Looking back, it was kind of odd that I used to hate the very idea of blowjobs. There was something so fulfilling and pleasing about having a boy’s dick in your mouth. It was a feeling I couldn’t quite explain, but could definitely appreciate.
“Oh wow, fuck doll…” the boy purred. I rolled my eyes. He was talking like that all night. He could be so silly like that. Boys were boys, after all. Like I said, none of them ever found out how to really become men. Maybe someday I’d have to make a man out of him.
My tongue rolled around the head of his penis, savoring everything about it – the feeling, the flavor, even just the submission of me being on my knees, taking it. My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head in pleasure when I felt his big hands take the back of my head. Going slowly at first, he began to fuck my mouth, and soon my hands even left his hips.
It must have looked so hot. We hadn’t even gotten to the bedroom yet. We were still right next to the entrance door, and yet this perverted boy was making me gag and drool all over his cock. So typical of them. Hopefully he wasn’t going out treating girls this way, he could have made a few of them uncomfortable.
His swinging balls slapped my chin a few times as he ground his pelvis nearly against my face. I moaned in appreciation, only ever opening my eyes to look at him in his. He had a manic look on his face, but whenever he met my challenging stare, he closed his eyes, pretending he was lost in the moment. We both knew the real reason why he was closing his eyes. He wasn’t fooling anyone. God, I loved my power.
Soon, his groans were getting louder, his thrusts shorter and stronger. He was going to cum in my mouth. I could feel his penis pulsing with pleasure, then throbbing with his load, and then finally, with a roar from him, his seed filling my mouth.
Mm, it was so warm. My eyes fluttered as I diligently swallowed. It was thicker than I’d like, but he was the one with my head in his hands, so what was I going to do about it? Dating meant making a few small sacrifices. I still got to suck his dick, so this was a win.
I wiped off my mouth, smiling and laughing at him. “How’d I do?” I teased, my voice smug. We both knew what was happening here.
He laughed throatily. “Fucking amazing,” he admitted. “Though it’s going to take me a bit to recover from that before I fuck you.” He gestured to his rapidly deflating dick.
Something he said there gave me pause. I was hot as a firecracker and I definitely wanted release, but something inside me didn’t want that. “Actually…” I replied quickly yet hesitantly. “Is it okay if we don’t go all the way today?”
The boy shrugged. “Hey, fine, your head is amazing enough.” We both laughed. “Want me to hit the road then?”
“Sure,” I replied, giving his dick a silly little kiss before he did his pants back up. I got to my feet and smiled at him, his cum probably leaking out of the corners of my mouth.
“But nah, for real, this was amazing,” he quickly added once his dick was back in his pants. “Did you maybe want to plan for a second date or something?”
***
“So many more boys have been giving me looks and catcalls lately,” I mumbled with a disgusted tone.
“Yeah, men will do that,” Heather agreed, scoffing. “I think you’re right. Like, it seems like the boys here are particularly immature.”
“Or they’re just all that immature and we didn’t want to admit it beforehand,” I added. Both Heather and Maddie nodded.
As she nodded, Maddie’s gaze fell to my legs. “Though, I bet they’re staring in shock too. Like, I’m surprised that kind of skirt length is allowed here.”
“Hey, maybe it isn’t, I never checked,” I replied with a smug smile, looking at my skirt and how much it showed off. We all shared a laugh. “Oh god, fuck, imagine what Cameron is going to say…”
“Yeah, he’s normally on time,” Maddie replied, looking around. “I don’t see him anywhere.”
Heather gasped and put a hand in front of her mouth. “Wait, Jacq, we’re dumb!”
“Why, what’s wrong?” I asked urgently.
“Your stockings! Remember? Cam said…”
“Oh my god, you’re right!” I gasped right back. “Ugh, that was such a bad call. I swear, if he so much as mentions them…”
Heather smirked at me. “Smack city?” she asked.
I smacked my left hand with the back of my right one. “Smackdown,” I confirmed. We shared a giggle and went back to our food before we saw a familiar face enter the cafeteria. Quickly, he found us and moved in our direction, sighing along the way.
“Hey girls,” he greeted us, as usual, looking only at me.
“Hey Cam,” I greeted him with a mock flirtatious tone. “What took you?”
“Lecture was fucking brutal,” he complained. “Luckily I only have one more seminar for the day, and then it’s over.”
We ate for a bit, and Heather couldn’t resist breaking into a grin. “Hey Cam,” she addressed him. “Wouldn’t you say something about Jacq looks… different today?”
“Heather!” I hissed. Still, as she said it, I rubbed my stocking-clad legs together. Wet again, no surprise.
“Hm?” Cam looked up from his food and looked me over. “What’s different?”
“Oh, come on,” Maddie laughed.
“Such a gentleman,” Heather joined in sarcastically.
I made a show of running my hands up and down one of my legs. “Yeah, you’re not fooling anyone,” I told him.
He laughed. “Okay, fine, I noticed,” he admitted. “But I didn’t want to say anything! Maybe this was all a test, who knows?” We all shared a laugh. “I told you I changed and I’m a man of my word.”
“Come on Cam, even I can’t keep my eyes off of her legs,” Maddie giggled.
“Me-ow, time and place, Maddie,” I giggled back.
He donned his cocky grin and looked at us. “Sorry I’m an honest man,” he offered.
As usual, he was fooling none of us. I was so glad we kept an eye on him. He could have been real trouble for the girls of this school otherwise. A charmer like him on the loose… nope, no way. Couldn’t be done. We kept him honest.
Still, even the honesty could have been a facade. If we just kept him where he was long enough, maybe we could ensure he’d be good for the rest of his time at college. Even as it was, I was more aware of his eyes on me than Heather’s free hand rubbing up and down my thigh. Don’t get me wrong, Heather had talented hands, but Cam could have been pulling a fast one, and if he was, he wasn’t going to fool me.
***
My whole body tensed as I felt my magic wand first make contact with my clit. It may have been my fourth time masturbating that day, but to give me some credit, I found two boys to suck off that day, and sucking cock always made me extra horny. Plus, the second guy got off on calling me a dumb slut and a ditz, and even though we both knew he wasn’t fooling anyone, it made me extra horny.
My free hand roamed up and down my stockings, the only thing I was still wearing. I loved the silky feeling of them. I loved to imagine some boy was stroking them up and down as he fucked me. But which boy? I had such a vivid imagination, and I needed to actually picture the boy.
Trouble was, I rarely saw the same boy twice, unless he was important. The only boy I was constantly hanging out with was Cam, and can you imagine? He fucking wished. It made me laugh just thinking about it. If he dared, it would just be Slaptown, USA. It was so funny to think about.
So funny that, for a laugh, I started imagining it. I imagined naughty playboy Cam taking me, his stupid sexy grin plastered on his face as he became the first boy to be inside me. My free hand stopped rubbing my stockings and I plunged two fingers inside of me.
“Oh fuck, Cam, yes…” I moaned like a submissive bitch. It was so hilarious, imagining this happen. I’m sure he would love it. He was such a pervert. I couldn’t begin to imagine all of the perverted little kinks he had, all of the weird things he made those girls do… what a laugh. Me fucking Cam Miracle. Fuck, it made my pussy wet.
It was such a silly thought that I decided to milk it. I smiled deviously, turning down the volume from max on the made-for-men lesbian porn blaring on my TV, and decided to nonchalantly text Cam as I brought myself to the next two orgasms. And he would never know it. To him, I was just asking about his day, seeing what was up with his classes, telling him about the Tinder date I blew instead of going to the economics lecture I had, all normal things he would never suspect while I secretly made myself cum.
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