Hello, everyone. I just wanted to say that I hope you all enjoy this story. It's my first attempt at writing erotica and I had fun writing it. As most authors on here say, no I'm not a professional writer so grammar and spelling won't be perfect. All people in the story are of the legal age for sexual interaction. All characters are purely fictional and any resemblance to a real person is coincidence. Please leave comments or send feedback to let me know what you thought. This story is intended as a one shot, but if everyone would like more I have other ideas to continue the story. Also a huge thanks to SexyGeek for taking the time to edit and improve my story. Enjoy.
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'How the hell did I end up like this?' Johnathon wondered as the girl next to him sat so close that he could feel her petite breasts pressing into his arm. Her hand was in his lap and giving him the most teasing handjob he had ever seen, her fingers barely touching his hot skin. Only occasionally would she make contact, and even then, it was a slow, gentle stroke, from the base of his shaft to the swollen and sensitive head. The rest of the time her fingertips just glided over his slick shaft and tight scrotum, her long nails barely scratching him. He could practically feel her smiling in the dark as she toyed with him.
Her name was Claire, and Johnathon hated and loved her all at once. Claire loved teasing and toying with him like this, and if it was only a teasing handjob, Johnathon knew he could handle it. The pleasure she always brought to him was beyond exquisite and he loved it, craved it almost. The problem, that Johnathon couldn't handle, was where she did it. All around him in the dark room sat his classmates. All twenty-four of the students sat and looked to the front of the class watching a documentary on The Amazon, while Claire had Johnathon's aching cock out in the open where it would be seen by anybody who chanced to turn around.
"Shhh," she whispered in his ear. "They'll hear you. Then you'll be in real trouble," was all she said as she once more grabbed him softly around the base and slowly pulled up, her hand moving only a fraction of an inch every second or so, till her hand slid over the sensitive and wet head of his shaft.
Johnathon wanted this all to end, he was tired of her games, Claire sucking him off in the bathroom was one thing, but this? Each new game she came up with was taking another year off his life. He just wanted to finish his senior year of high school and get out of this small town, hopefully to get a real job and help his mom and dad out of their financial crisis, but Claire seemed determined to ruin it all. He dreaded and looked forward to each encounter with her.
The worst part was he couldn't tell Claire to fuck off and leave him alone. If he did she would show photos of Johnathon being intimate with Mrs. Jones the gym teacher and both of them would be ruined. Johnathon cared for Mrs. Jones and didn't want to ruin her life.
So Johnathon sat still hoping for Claire to grow tired of the game and finish him off or just stop altogether and leave him with blue balls. Either way at the moment was fine with him as long as they weren't caught.
"We're coming to the end of class," Clare whispered in his ear and giving it a soft nibble. "You gonna cum all over the place? Make a mess all over the desk and your clothes? Let everyone see that you came in the middle of class?"
Johnathon just stayed quiet, he knew that even for Claire that was too much. It was obvious that she was sitting so close to him, so everyone would know she had a hand in his orgasm. So if he was caught, so would she, and she didn't want her daddy knowing of the games she played. So Johnathon sat still and waited for her to decide what to do.
Suddenly she grabbed his cock hard and started jerking him faster, it was still a slow pace, but after the teasing she put him through it felt like she was going all out. He knew that it would only be a matter of seconds before he exploded. Her hand slid up and down his wet shaft and Johnathon bit his lip so he wouldn't moan.
"I can feel you throbbing," she whispered in his ear. "You're so close, aren't you? Are you gonna cum right here? Right in front of all these people?"
They both knew this was just another part of Claire's games. Cumming like this in front of all these people didn't do much for him, although it was a little fun, it was mostly for her. She loved having the control to do this, to make him cum at her leisure, to even make him beg at times. She was always soaked after their games and once they were alone she would demand and force satisfaction from him.
Claire just watched him, looking for any signs of defiance, so that she could tease and punish Johnathon more. He was by far the best toy she had ever had and she loved making him play her games. She felt Johnathon's cock throb in her hand harder and glanced down at it smiling. Precum was oozing down from the slit in the head of his dick, she stopped stroking and swirled the precum around his shaft for lubrication and started jerking him again. Claire rubbed her thighs together and could feel that she was almost dripping into her seat. If she had touched her clit right then, she knew she would have had an earth shattering orgasm.
"You're so close Johnny, I can feel it." Her hand moving to his balls and feeling how tight they were pulled against him. "They're so swollen, you're gonna cum all over the place." She scratched her nails gently against his scrotum and felt Johnathon tense up. Claire's joy and excitement was evident in her voice, her breathing was shallow and quick in Johnathon's ear. Johnathon himself was breathing hard and his fingers squeezed the desk hard. His cock was throbbing and he could feel it swelling up ready to explode. Claire giggled softly in his ear as she started stroking him once more, still so slow and gentle.
Finally Johnathon broke his silence, "I'm cumming," he said as quietly as he could. Claire suddenly leaned down and wrapped her small lips around the tip of his cock and sucked hard. It took everything Johnathon had not to groan or thrust into Claire's mouth. This was probably the most powerful orgasm he had ever had and through sheer force of will he was able to stay quiet.
Claire moaned very softly as she felt Johnathon's hot cum erupt and hit the back of her throat. Rope after thick rope of cum exploded into her mouth and some straight down her throat. Claire simply sucked and swallowed harder, eager to get every drop she could. She loved Johnathon's cum, the taste, the smell, the texture of it. Everything about it drove her wild and she realized that she was starting to crave it on a daily basis. Claire could never let Johnathon know this.
After the last bit of cum finally oozed out from the swollen head, Claire sat up slowly and gently patted Johnathon's cock as it started to soften. Johnathon quickly put his penis away and looked around to see if anyone was watching. Everyone seemed to be looking at the screen still unaware of their sexual antics. Johnathon breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Claire.
She was still close enough to be pressing against Johnathon and he could see her swirling his cum around in her mouth, savoring his taste. Johnathon once more felt the conflicting feelings of hate, disgust and lust for this bitch next to him. Today he was going to have to try and end it. It was risky and if he handled it wrong she could destroy Mrs. Jones and Johnathon with her photo's. But this game had been too much, Johnathon felt like he was going to unravel and breakdown.
