Cecilia kisses my cheek. “Maybe I havetwogood boys.”
A shot of cum soaks my underwear. The jealousy over hearing her call Blake that ridiculous nickname was hard enough to understand. That’s not something that should turn a grown man on.
“Who’s first?”
“Hold on,” I say. “We need to clearly establish how you will be satisfied first—I mean, we have to clarify it before we start, not that you have to go first.” I stop myself from rambling. I’msonot into roleplaying.
“Right, my suggested syllabus item… A Study in Face-sitting.”
Blake chokes. I’m speechless.
Then of course, my overly logical brain kicks in. “This location isn’t conducive to that.”
“I saw moving blankets in your truck bed.”
Blake says, “I threw them in to donate to the consignment shop.”
Cecilia plots with him.
“Too open. We need more privacy.” I end their plotting.
She looks around again. “Fine. We can save that for when we’re at your place. Let’s get started.”
Blake asks, “Who goes first?”
“Teachers always go in alphabetical order.”
“That’s me.” Blake’s already unfastening his belt.
“By last name,” she clarifies.
“Damn.” Blake drops the ends of his belt. “That’s you.”
I should have just said he could go first. Still could. But I don’t. I want those red lips wrapped around my cock. I want to be her first blowjob—her first everything.
“Performance anxiety?” she asks.
I unfasten my pants. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Don’t have to play out my fantasy?” She assists me in freeing my erection. I show her how to be careful of the elastic waistband.
“Do either of you need instructional pointers?” Blake uses his professor voice.
I huff in disbelief.
Cecilia sits taller. “Nope. I came prepared. The homework was so much fun. Nothing like gay porn to make sure I understood blowjobs from a guy’s perspective.”
Her announcement silences both of us.
She lowers herself and I barely get her stopped as her breath warms my cock. Angling her face up, I bring her in for a kiss before letting her disappear from the outside world.
She kisses my tip then trails more kisses down my shaft. My head drops against the back window. Her tongue sends need through my veins. Her mouth unravels my world. The bob of her head comes so naturally.
Blake alternates between watching her and the storefront, emphasis on the former.
She’s ours.
The thing I said about no sex yet is supposed to be so she’s sure, but I don’t know if I can wait any longer. She says she’s sure. I think a part of me fears that once we have sex, she’ll be gone. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her lively spirit in my life.
