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He leaned over and gave me a sweet peck on the cheek.

“I want a real kiss.”

He gave me a stern look, and I felt an instant improvement in my mood. “Not until you’re better. You know we’d never stop at one kiss.”

“Can I at least sleep in your bed tonight?”

He looked torn. “Yes, but no sex until you’re better.”

“How will we know when I’m better? I feel fine now.”

“I’ll ask the school nurse.”

“You’ll ask her when it’s okay to have sex with me again? Do you think that’s wise?”

He smiled at me fondly. “I’ll ask her about your recovery, you little brat.”

“What about a hand job? I don’t see how jerking you off will affect my head wound.”

“Stop,” he said, a warning in his voice.

I didn’t, harassing him for the rest of the day and at bedtime until he finally relented, letting me stroke him under the covers.

“I want to see it,” I told him.

He sighed and acted very put upon as he turned on the light and sat up, removing the cover from his lap, but his dick was hard and straining up against his naval the whole time.

I took off my clothes, and he protested that too but not for long. I sat cross-legged beside him and fisted his hot length with both hands.

He fondled me, his breath ragged. “I’m coming on your tits,” he told me, pinching my nipple.

He let me play with him for a time before squirting some lotion into my palms. He showed me how to jack him off with both hands, one of his helping, the other kneading at my breasts.

I watched his cock as I worked at it, noticing the way his balls tensed up and his length grew and became impossibly hard right before he came.

He pushed me gently onto my back a moment before he started coming, thick warm liquid spurting out of his tip and onto my tits. My hands fell away as I watched him, and he kept jerking his cock, shooting his load up higher, over my collarbone and onto my face. I closed my eyes and licked my lips, tasting him. He didn’t stop until he’d milked out every drop.

When he was done he rubbed my breasts, making a real mess of it. One of his fingers traced my lips, coating them with cum, and I sucked on his finger until he groaned and pulled away.

I opened my eyes and watched him watching me. He had the most tender, grave expression on his face, and for the first time I let myself hope that he might feel for me even a fraction of what I felt for him.

He pushed my breasts together. “When you’re better, I’ll fuck these. Your tits are perfect. They were made for it.”

“You could try it now. I’ll let you know if my head starts bothering me.”

“Stop that. You’re incorrigible.”

He took me into his shower and washed me tenderly, head to toe.

He held me until I fell asleep, and when I woke up I was still being cradled tenderly in his arms.

I thought the head injury was a small price to pay if it led to that.

When I checked my phone the next day, I had way more texts than normal.

Some were from Michelle, asking if I was okay, asking if I’d heard about the rumors and then telling me she hadn’t started them.

I didn’t believe her, but I wanted to badly enough that I just let it go, reassuring her that I wasn’t upset.