Jasmine was in a constant state of guilt and shame. She keeps letting Wesley do unspeakable things to her. He even shares her with his friends. She doesn't want this to continue, but she doesn't know how to end it. It has been drilled into her entire life to be obedient: to her parents, her older brother, teachers, and priests. He's just so commanding, and so, she listens. He doesn't listen to her protests anyway. At least he continues to be really nice to her during the school day. Maybe she feels that she doesn't deserve any better since she's not pure and virginal anymore.
The next few days, she didn't see him after school. During school, he continued to be attentive towards her, walking her to classes, sitting behind her in English, and inviting her to eat lunch with his friends. She saw Eric, Cory, and Rick at one time or another. They would smile at her, almost innocently, and she would blush and lower her eyes.
She would study in the library after school, and Wesley would send smart people to go tutor her: usually Tiffany but sometimes other friends like Will or Pamela. He would go to football practice.
He didn't do anything inappropriate to her for the next few days, except once, when he pulled her to a dark area under the stairs. He pinned her up against the wall and kissed her hard. His tongue probed her mouth and his hands went up her skirt. She squirmed, but that didn't stop him. His left hand squeezed her buttocks, while his right hand went to the front and found its way under her panties. She jumped a mile and tried to squeeze her legs together, but that didn't stop him. He stroked her clit, and she found herself getting wet despite herself. She was saved by a whistle. Rick was standing watch, and he whistled to indicate that a teacher was coming their way. Wesley straightened her clothing and pulled her back out into the light. She was embarrassed, feeling like everyone in the hallway knew what they were doing. Wesley was grinning.
On Thursday, he took her out after school: to a matinee. He picked her up in his car, one that is newer and nicer than Eric's. Shortly after he pulled away from the school parking lot, it begins. "Take my cock out," he ordered.
"Wesley!," she gasped. She looked around and saw students everywhere: on the sidewalk and in other cars.
"Come on, I'll help you." He undid his pants, took her hand, and pressed it to his crotch. She took a ragged breath and lightly stroked the length of his shaft through his underwear with her fingertips. She looked up and around again. No one was looking their way or could have any idea what was going on with her hands and his lap. She turned her attention back to his growing member. She took it out of his underwear, then she wrapped her fingers around him. She had thought the she misremembered how fast and hard it could get. She stared transfixed.
Wesley groaned, "Keep going."
She worked her hand up and down his dick until it grew to its full size. She squeezed it experimentally and looked up to see his response. "Does that hurt?"
"No, it feels really good." He held the back of her neck and brought her head down to his dick in one swift motion. She gasped on the way down, and his cock hit her lips. He kept her head there until she opened her mouth and took him in. She used her lips to move down the shaft until it hit the back of her throat, sucking all the way. Then she moved up again. She bobbed up and down on his cock like he had taught her, using her lips and tongue. Her hand was still wrapped around the base, and she used that hand to stroke and squeeze him. He came in her mouth shortly after, and she swallowed it all.
They got to the movie theater, and he bought two tickets. He didn't ask her what she wanted to see. He got tickets for an artistic, independent movie. The unpopular movie plus the fact that it was a weekday early show meant that there were hardly anyone in the theater. He sat them in the back row, away from everyone else.
He didn't wait for the movie to begin to start kissing her. When the lights dimmed, his hands started roaming all over her body. He squeezed and pinched her breasts and nipples through her blouse. She moaned softly. Then he put his hand under her skirt and moved up her thigh. His hand cupped her mound, feeling the heat coming off of it. Then he withdrew from her.
"Take off your panties."
Why do his commands still surprise her? After making sure that no one was watching them, she slowly slid her hands up her skirt until she reached her panties. She hooked her thumbs to the sides and slid them slowly down her legs. She leaned down to free them from her shoes and sat up again. He took her panties from her hands and stuffed them into his pocket.
"Now sit on my lap."
She looked around again to make sure that the other people were still engrossed in the movie before hesitantly obeying him. She sat on his knees, facing away from him, but he grabbed her and pulled her back against his chest. She gasped when she felt his naked cock rub against her bottom. When did he undo his pants and take it out?
She squirmed; his dick felt good against her bare skin. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck then her cheeks. She turned her head to kiss him on the mouth passionately. His hands went up her skirt to stroke her moist clit and pussy. He played with her until she got so wet. Her hips were moving restlessly and she was gently squeezing her thighs together rhythmically.
When neither of them could take any more, he lifted her up by her hips, lined up his cock and lowered her down all the way. Oh, my God!! She has never been on top before. It made her feel so full in a completely different way. She felt her pussy throb and swell with need. All the blood flowing to her pussy made her feel dizzy and lightheaded. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
