[All characters in this story are over 18.]
Melea banged on the door of her friend Lou's bunkhouse. He was always the last one up, so, she was certain he was still there. When nobody answered, she banged again, and then looked in the window, yelling his name.
Eventually the door opened and Lou squinted as he looked out at her, annoyed. "What!? I'm not on until noon today."
"I got called to the administrative office this morning," she replied, and he dropped his attitude.
"Do you think it's about us?"
Melea punched him in the shoulder. "Yes, I think it's about us. I don't know anything else it could be about."
"Well, that sucks. Deny everything? I'll do the same, and make sure the guys know?"
"Yeah," Melea said. "I'm not sure what else to do, really. Just going to have to hope for the best. I don't want to miss the last month."
"Blow job for good luck?" Lou joked, but also didn't joke.
Melea thought about it, checked the time, looked around, and stepped inside the cabin. "Could be our last chance, I guess."
Lou stepped back in to a spare room and sat down on a bunk. Melea closed the door, dropped down to her knees in front of him and fished his cock out of his shorts. Looking at it, her heart beat fast. She didn't want to get sent home early.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock, and slid them down to the base. Looking at the head, she leaned in and kissed it, then ran her tongue around it in circles. Then she slipped it inside of her mouth, pushing it in inch after inch, moving her hand so she could slide the whole thing in to her throat.
"Oh, fuck, Melea," Lou moaned, laying back, "just keep sucking it like that."
She slide her head back until just the head was in her mouth, and sucked on it, hard, moving up and down several inches on his shaft. Then she slowly slide it in to her throat and held it there for a moment, before repeat ting the same thing over and over.
Lou shook. "Oh, god, I want to cum in your mouth. You're such a great cocksucker."