“Yes ma’am,” we said in unison. We went back to our respective tables and started gathering our things, as it was almost time to go to our next classes.
“Thanks, Rohan!” I called out to him as I left, winking at him as I did. He smiled back at me and nodded, a satisfied look on his face.
I headed straight for the bathroom, grabbed some paper towels, wet them a little in the sink, and went into a stall to clean myself up. I tried not to admit to myself how much I enjoyed the feeling of a guy’s cum on me, as it felt like a deviation from the task at hand. Today was not about me enjoying anything, it was just about a means to an end. That end being, of course, Tevin finally accepting me as his life partner.
My next class was pretty uneventful and went by relatively fast. The majority of the time, I’ll admit, I was not focused on my work. I was instead paying very close attention to Blake Worthington, my next target.
As long as I could remember, I have always been an incredibly observant individual, specifically with people. It’s amazing how much you can pick up on a person by just watching them and keeping your mouth shut. That’s how I knew the every day patterns and tendencies of Mrs. Frickenbottom, it’s how I knew Ronan found me attractive, and of course it’s how I knew that my brother was madly in love with me.
Blake had relatively the same tendencies every day in class. A couple of times, he’d turn around to his friend Chad and whisper something inaudible, then they’d both guffaw loudly, causing the teacher to tell them to settle down. Several times a class period he’d turn around to his 5 o’clock where his girlfriend sat, and he’d look at her in what I considered to be an incredibly creepy way, even though she would always bat her eyes in enjoyment. Most importantly though, when there were exactly twenty minutes left in class, he’d ask to go to the bathroom, and that was exactly what he did today.
“Go ahead, Blake,” Mrs. Cole said dryly, just like she did every day. As soon as he left the room, I was up and walking towards the teacher’s desk.
“I have a bathroom emergency,” I whispered to her once I reached her desk.
“One student at a time, Leah,” she replied dryly without looking up. “You know that’s my rule.”
“Please?” I begged sweetly.
Mrs. Cole looked up at me and studied my face. I made sure to maintain the right balance of seriousness and urgency in my expression, and after a few seconds, she gave in.
“Of course,” she said in a low voice, nodding her head discreetly in the direction of the door. “Take all the time you need.” I smiled as I left. People were so predictable. While I had a reputation for being a bit erratic from time to time, I was overall a very trustworthy student. I was definitely cashing in on that reputation today, using the trust that the teachers had in me to help me accomplish my goal.
I walked quickly down the hall, made a right at the next intersection, then an immediate left into the boy’s bathroom, where I found Blake with his back to me standing at the urinal. The was a bright yellow “slippery when wet” sign propped up against the wall, which I grabbed and placed outside the door in the hall, hoping to deter others from entering. I shut the door and stood quietly, waiting for him to finish.
“Shit!” he said with a start as he turned around and saw me. “The fuck you doin’ in here?”
“You’ll find out in a moment,” I replied as coyly as I could. “Just wash your hands for me first, will you?”
He looked at me strange as he walked towards the sink. “I was gonna,” he said defensively.
“You remember that time I yelled at you?” I asked as he turned on the water.
“You mean the time that you screamed out that I was basically raping you for tapping you on the shoulder?” he said, cutting his eyes back at me. “Yeah Leah, I remember.” He turned the water off and reached for a paper towel.
“Use soap, Blake!” I scolded. He looked at me as if he were going to say something, but thought better of it and did as I asked. What on earth would he even have to say to that? How do you defend yourself for not using soap? For a moment, I wondered how many boys didn’t bother using soap after they went to the bathroom. It honestly made me glad that I never let any of them touch me, until today, that is. I smiled and nodded to myself as I thought about Tevin, knowing with certainty that he would never not wash his hands after using the bathroom.
“What the hell are you doing in here, anyway?” he asked as he dried his hands off.
“Right,” I began. “We don’t have a lot of time, so I’ll get straight to the point. I need to go down on you and get a picture of it.”
Blake was speechless at first, clearly taken aback. “Bullshit,” he said simply after a few silent moments.
“Not bullshit,” I replied. “And again, we’re pressed for time, so why don’t we get to it?”
“You’re fucking crazy,” he said. “Literally, everyone thinks so. You’ll probably just claim I raped you or something if I go through with it.”
“You have a better chance of me claiming you raped me if you don’t let me go down on you, actually,” I corrected. “As it stands, I have no intention of doing that. I just need to suck your dick, have you cum on my face or something, snap a picture, and then we can go our separate ways forever. Deal?”
“Uh…” he began, looking me up and down as he considered it.
“You’re very experienced sexually, I presume?” I asked.
“Hell yeah,” he replied proudly.
“Eighteen?”
He shrugged. “Yeah.”
“And you think I’m hot, right?”
He looked me up and down once more. “For a loony bitch, yeah.”
I shrugged. “Fair enough. I chose you for two reasons. One, I figured with your experience, you’d know what you were doing and would be able to get this done quickly. And two, since you already physically assaulted me once-”
“I tapped your fucking shoulder, psycho!” he interjected.
“Whatever. Since you’ve already laid your hands on me, I figured why not go ahead and finish the job or whatever? We have a history together, at the very least.”
“That is literally the only interaction we’ve ever had before this moment.”
“Well, at least it’s something. I don’t really interact with guys around here, so this is all I’ve got. Now, we’re running low on time, Blake. Mrs. Cole at this point probably isn’t suspicious, but if we wait any longer she may start to be. Right now you could just be taking a shit or something. If too much more time passes, however, she might send someone looking for you.” I paused for dramatic effect. “Maybe even your girlfriend.”
His eyes grew wide at the mention of his girlfriend. “So I have to decide, like, right now? Right this second? I can’t take a rain check?”
“Now or never, Blake,” I confirmed.
He stood there quietly pondering for a while. In an effort to speed things up, and hoping to call his bluff on his hesitation, I shrugged my shoulders and turned to leave the bathroom.
“Wait!” he called out quickly. “I’ll…I’ll do it.”
“Take it out now, then, Blake,” I ordered.
“Can we go in the stall?” he asked nervously.
“I’m not sucking your dick that close to a toilet, especially one that probably has piss all over the seat. We’ll do it right out here in front of the sink.”
“Someone could walk in!”
“Then let’s get started and get it over with sooner!” In a show of good faith, and frankly just to get the process started, I walked over to him, got on my knees, and started zipping down his pants. He groaned, placing his hand on the back of my head as I carefully removed his penis from the front of his pants.
“My face won’t be in the picture you take, right?” he asked with trepidation as I wrapped my hand around his swiftly growing cock.
“Just mine,” I confirmed. “No one will ever know it was you.”
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