Hello everyone! Today I'm bringing to you all the first chapter of a new Noncon/Reluctance series. Hopefully you enjoy it, as I have a few more parts planned for it. This story was initially a throwaway single-part story I didn't put much thought into, but it developed as I came up with more ideas. There is definitely more in store for the characters in this story. Let me know what you think about it!
- Neonhammer
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Today just wasn't her day. Grace had woken up late, sleeping through her alarm. This forced her to dust off her middle-schooler-sized bicycle to get to school. While she usually drove herself, her Mom had needed to use her car that day, so she had planned to take the bus. Well, that hadn't worked out, so bicycle ride it was. Quickly, she threw on a random pair of dark gray yoga pants from her collection and a large hoodie before heading out to the garage to pull out the old bike.
After an arduous journey on the bicycle a size too small for her, Grace finally arrived at school. She walked in through the grand entryway, through the empty hallways, and got to class about 20 minutes late. The teacher, Mr. Snyder, didn't do a thing; it was an Honors-level science class for seniors who didn't care about classes their final year. Grace was a senior and was fully checked out of anything school related, having already declared which university she was going to. She was a few months past her 18th birthday, so she felt like a real adult, above all the crap you have to deal with in high school. 'Just kill me now,' Grace thought to herself while her teacher dragged on about molecules or something like that.
Unfortunately for Grace, by not really paying attention in class or putting in effort, she was messing up on a lot of her homework. She usually relied on getting answers from friends in the class to get the passing grade, but the previous week's assignment had tripped up a lot of the class, causing her grade to take a large hit. This week was no different. Grace had been stumped by the homework for days, and it seemed the rest of her usual connections were the same way.
The morning of the day it was due, she went into school early to try and get work done in the library. She needed to get this finished, since the assignment was worth a large chunk of her overall homework grade. On the way to the library she passed another senior she knew, Andrew, who was in the class with her. He was a shoe-in for valedictorian, being known as one of the brightest kids in their grade. He was coming out of the men's bathroom and turned down the hall away from her, but she ran to catch up with him.
"Andrew, Andrew, Andrew!," she shouted at him as she caught him. "Have you done the work yet for Mr. Snyder's class?"
"Yeah, I finished it last week, why?" He responded, almost scoffing at the nature of her question. Of course he had done it, it was like the easiest assignment they'd had all year. At least, if you had paid attention the last week in class.
"Look dude, I really need some help with this, can I see yours?" Grace questioned.
"What? Come on Grace, it isn't that hard. I am not trying to get fucked by Mr. Snyder for sharing my shit with anyone," he replied, "You know how tough he is on cheating."
"Fucking...ugh! Goddamnit," Grace muttered, throwing her hands up, getting very frustrated with Andrew.
What the fuck was she gonna do? She knew Andrew was one of the smartest kids, and there was no way she was gonna do it without someone like him. The class was during her second period of the day, so she likely wouldn't have time to search for someone else to beg for the answers to. There's no way Snyder would catch her cheating either, he didn't give a fuck about this class since it was all the seniors blowing it off. The only thing Snyder cared about was how many questions you got right so he could calculate your grade. And Grace was not going to let herself fail this class. She turned back to Andrew.
"Okay...what do you want for it?" she asked. "We'll make a quick trade. I've probably got other homework or something I can give you. You want money? I got some too."
Andrew thought about this for a bit. 'She probably did have other homework she could offer, likely taken from someone else though', he thought. Andrew didn't really need help with other work, he knew he was one of the smartest in the class. 'She should know I don't need answers from her, she's got nothing on the table', he pondered. Andrew's final thought was how this scenario was straight out of a shitty porno. Andrew wasn't much of a lady's man, so he watched a lot of porn. 'She's asking me what I want in exchange. It's always the stepsister, the friend, or some other girl who needs something and the guy always gets to fuck her. But this is real life', he thought, 'so that's not really realistic'. But Andrew thought he could maybe push his luck.
"Hmm...ho-how about a handjob?" he asked, stuttering a little, wondering if he was about to get reported and thrown in jail for sexual harassment. He waited patiently for the 'What the fuck?' response that would get him expelled. It was worth it, because if it worked out, he would get a handjob from Grace Powers, one of the hottest girls in school, at least in his opinion.
Andrew never had a crush on Grace, but he'd be lying if he said he'd never ogled her fairly large and round breasts when she wore low-hanging shirts, or stared at her thick ass as he walked behind her in the hallway. He had noticed she always wore yoga pants, flaunting her abnormally large butt for her size and frame. She'd rotate between colors, the one constant being her round globes bouncing behind her as she walked between classes.
Grace opened her mouth but said nothing. The second her offer to trade had come out of her mouth, she realized she sounded like a girl in one of those stupid, unrealistic porn videos. She had always been annoyed at how dumb they made the girls appear, but she was being that bitch right now, asking what some guy needs in return for something he has. No wonder Andrew had jumped to a handjob, she had practically set him up for the punchline. But damn, she really needed this fucking homework.
"Okay, fine. Let's make it quick, I am not going to be seen with you. And not a single word to anyone." she said through her teeth, getting up in his face with a finger jabbing his chin. Andrew gave a grin and a sigh of relief; His life wasn't over. He grabbed her arm lightly, leading her into the men's bathroom.
Andrew couldn't believe his luck. He never would have thought in a million years that he'd be in this situation with Grace Powers. He had a hint of disappointment in his head however, knowing he wouldn't get to fuck her. What he wouldn't give for the chance to fuck those tits of hers, or get a piece of that plump bubble butt. She was the kind of girl you could stare at in class from across the room, dreaming of sexual fantasies with her as the main course. But, a handjob was better than no handjob, so he couldn't complain. He'd still get to ogle her as she did it. They'd agreed on only a handjob, and with Grace's attitude he'd be hard-pressed to ask anything more from her. He didn't want to get in real trouble.
Since it was still before school started, nobody else was in the bathroom. They went into the handicap stall, and Andrew unzipped his fly. Working with his underwear, he got his semi-hard cock out of his pants. Grace said nothing but was quietly surprised at the size of his cock, already pretty long without being at full mast. He stood there for a second, looking at Grace but avoiding making eye contact. Grace realized he was waiting on her while he awkwardly stood there in front of her, basically twiddling his thumbs.
"Here, sit down weirdo. We're not just gonna stand here," she finally said. She made him sit on the toilet and she got on her knees, just to make the position more comfortable than standing up.
Running a hand over her mouth and gathering a bit of spit, she added it to the head of his cock and got started. She used her saliva to keep him lubed up, otherwise she would be rubbing his skin raw. She'd given plenty of handjobs before, so she had impeccable technique. But, this was the first she'd done to get homework answers. She worked him with a few different hand positions, in varying intensity and speed.
Grace was impressed by Andrew's size. At first, his semi-hard form had only been around five inches in length, but after a minute of two of her expert handiwork he'd gotten up to full strength, probably around seven and a half inches. To be fair, it was aesthetically pleasing. Grace had just enough room to work another hand in, trying to speed up the process. With her right hand she worked his top half, adding in twisting motions onto her thrusts. She could tell this was getting to Andrew, as his breath sped up and he let out a few involuntary moans. With the left hand she worked the lower half of his shaft, with a different pace than the top, and eventually moved down to his balls. She worked the skin and cradled them, occasionally bouncing back up to his cock with both hands.
Andrew was in pure ecstasy. He'd only gotten action before less than a handful of times, and most were meager hookups that hadn't gone well for either party. This was by far the most sensation he'd ever felt on his cock. Grace was stroking him like a pro, effectively trying to pull the cum out of him. Each time her hands went a little dry, she'd add in some more saliva and the relubrication would make her hands glide along him like butter. To Andrew, Grace's hands felt as close as you could get to a real pussy without actually fucking one.
Andrew gazed down at the beauty in front of him: Grace, with her beautiful brunette hair and perfect face, the size of her breasts visible even through her hoodie, and the width of her ass and thighs visible from the front, the sides of her yoga pants pushing outwards with the girth of her rotund cheeks. Within only a few minutes, Andrew was getting ready to blow.
"I'm going to cum," he stated bluntly.
'What a romantic', Grace thought. She had not yet thought of what would happen when he was going to finish, she could grab some toilet pap-
"I'm cumming!" Andrew half-yelped half-whimpered, taking Grace by surprise. His member began to twitch and flex; the telltale sign of an incoming orgasm. She looked down at the cock in her hands, aimed directly at her face. 'Oh no you don't,' Grace thought, not about to allow herself to get an accidental facial from Andrew.
With no time to reason a better solution, she quickly leaned her head forward and engulfed the first third of his cock in her mouth, just in time to catch the load spurting from his member. He shot stream after stream into her mouth, all while making whimpers and moans that Grace had never heard come out of a human before.
The level of sensation of the handjob had quadrupled when Grace had put her mouth around him, and Andrew's brain was in heaven. He'd never felt this much pleasure before. He continued to spew streams of hot jizz into Grace's mouth. She was struggling to keep up, swallowing each shot.
'What the fuck is up with this guy, he just keeps cumming,' Grace wondered internally, 'probably cause he never gets any action.'
Finally coming to an end, she finished gulping down the rest of his seed, cleaning him up and not leaving a drop of cum left anywhere. It took him a few minutes to recover, and Grace stood up and patiently waited, needing to get the homework from him before she left. Andrew leaned back against the toilet, his head still swimming from the most intense orgasm he'd experienced in a long time.
"Well...a deal's...a deal," he said, taking out his assignment slowly, still regaining control of his extremities. He let Grace snap a few pictures of the whole thing. Despite her reluctance at first, Grace was proud of herself. She knew she had the experience to milk a man of his cum and leave him dazed. She had definitely held up her end of the bargain, giving Andrew clearly the best handjob, maybe even orgasm, of his life. And he had held up his end, the answers now held safely on her phone.
