Things Often Aren't What They Seem -- Closed

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer watched how intent he became when running his fingers through her hair. Normally this would feel a bit weird or awkward but it didn't. She was giving him a treat and he appeared to truly appreciate it, something that nobody ever really did to her. Her boyfriends, and the jocks took her body for grant, any piece she offered them. They took from her like it was her job to give. But Greg, he took it like it was a gift, a wonderful gift, even if it was merely a stroke of her hair.

Because of that she decided to give him more. She took his hand and pulled it from her hair. "Keep your eyes closed." She told him. Gently she moved his hand down to her breast and planted it firmly on her lusheous, full firm, mound of flesh. Of course it wasn't all that great through her top and her bra, but he would get a kick out of it none-the-less she knew that. "Squeeze Greg. And open your eyes now." She told him smiling brightly.

 

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Greg obediently kept his eyes closed but they flew open before she gave him permission as his hand closed over her breast. His mouth dropped open. He had never even held hands with a woman, and here he was cupping her breast, her fingers laced with his holding his hand to her. He tried to pull his hand back with embarrassment but she held his hand there letting him know for some reason he didn’t understand that it was welcome there. Even through through her bra and top, it was still wonderful.

Greg knew that he was tenting his jeans something fierce and was afraid he would embarrass himself soon, if this continued. “They’re not quite as soft as I expected.” He said fingers stroking over her, exploring the sensations of what he was touching just as he did with her hair. “Is this because of the padding in the bra that helps holds them in place?” he asked curiously, somewhat betraying that he was different than most people, the questions were analytical, almost scientific, although the touch was not like that, it was different as he touched her with as much wonder and curiosity as he had before.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer gasped as he told her that her breasts weren't as soft as he expected. "Not as soft. You little fucker!" She mocked. "I'm wearing a bra and a top, you dork. You have your hand on my tit and you say it isn't soft enough for you?" She shook her head, "You putz." She stepped away from him and sat on his bed.

For a moment she looked up at him and let her eyes drift lower. At first she just wanted to check him out, but then she saw his tent and her eyebrow raised. At least now she knew he had enjoyed himself. She thought about going further with him right then and there, but she didn't want to be a slut, especially with someone who barely knew her. No she wanted him to have a higher opinion of her so it was time to call it here for the moment.

"Alright Greg let's get back to school. Playtime is over for today." She said giggling and bouncing her way out of the room.

She darted back to her car and waited for him to follow her.

 

[The_gladiator]

Greg instantly realized he’d said something stupid. “I didn’t mean…” he started and then sighed, realizing he didn’t have the words to express what he had meant, he was obviously wrong. He watched her go and reflected this was a strange feeling for sure, having the hardest rejection he’d ever had in his life, combined with wanting to cry for royally fucking this up. His stomach flip flopped.

Greg gave himself a moment to collect himself before he headed down to her car, honestly surprised she hadn’t driven off. He stood in the doorway for a moment, honestly looking like he wanted to dart back into the house and slam the door. He sighed and closed and locked the front door. He walked back to the car. He wouldn’t look at her, his eyes downcast and looking at his backpack. “Thank you, for everything.” He said softly barely audible over the low music she was playing. “I never meant to insult you, I just ruined one of the most wonderful experiences of my life, but that’s sort of normal for me, I have this awesome ability to piss everyone off just by being me. Please accept my sincerest apology.” He braced himself, waiting for her ridicule, waiting for the slap, waiting for her to mock the red in his eyes that suggested he may or may not have been crying before he came out.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer got bored waiting for him to come out so hey could get back to class. So she turned on some music and began bopping her head to the beat. Greg was really taking a long time and she wondered if he was upstairs beating off really quick before going back to school. She was pleasantly surprised that she had that effect on him, even though he was a boy and she really shouldn't be shocked. Still he was different that most guys she'd ever met, there was a difference to him and the way he viewed the world.

Everything about him came across very asshole-like, but i was all a wall and behind that wall she knew there was something really special.

When he finally came down to the car, he began to apologize immediately and she looked at him puzzled. "Greg, Greg, Greg, what are you sorry for? Dude lighten up seriously." She put the car into gear and sped off down the street. "IF we are going to be friends you need to learn how to turn off your brain because you are overthinking way too much shit. Just allow yourself to be stupid once in a while. Let your hair down, so to speak. That's a metaphor you know what those are right?"

Once she pulled up to the school she smacked Greg in the shoulder. "Hey listen Magic Mountain Saturday nine a.m. Be outside and ready to go, I'm not a girl who likes to be late. Got it?" She asked slipped out of the car and slinging her bag back over her shoulder.

 

[The_gladiator]

Greg cleared his throat, “Webster defines Metaphor as a figure of speech in which a word or phrase literally denoting one kind of object or idea is used in place of another to suggest a likeness or analogy between them (as in drowning in money).” He said and nodded, as if reciting a word for word definition wasn’t weird at all.

When they got to the school he nodded, “I will be punctual. Thank you for the ride.” It was obvious when he was uncomfortable he got more formal and like he had a stick up his ass, but she had seen him be more vulnerable.



From the private journals of Greg Baxter

What a mess. I couldn’t have given her a worse first impression of me if I tried, right? Really? Just because I have a photographic memory, did I need to recite the definition of metaphor for her? The reader is probably trying to figure out what the fuck she saw in me. I had no idea either trust me. Oh, you’re probably wondering if I masturbated to thoughts of that incident aren’t you? The answer is of course, although I felt guilty, it somehow felt wrong to masturbate to thoughts of her without asking for her permission, but it wasn’t like I was just going to walk up to her and ask her, Hey I was wondering, would it maybe ok if I squirt loads of cum into a tissue thinking of you? Yeah, I wasn’t that stupid.

So, you might be wondering how I made up for my feelings of guilt and to thank her for the ride home and all of that. Simple, I broke into her locker and did her math homework, it took a long time for me to duplicate her hand writing, it was so flowery and beautiful, mine looks like it was made by a printer, strictly times new roman for this guy.

So anyway, where were we? Oh yes, it was Wednesday when She’d given me a ride. I think the next time I even saw her it was after school on Thursday, after chess club. I was helping some students put away their boards when a group of girls came down the hall and the whole group of us guys fell silent like we’d been stun blasted. I didn’t look at her, I didn’t want to hurt her reputation in any way, I mean we’d not discussed whether we were free to talk while at school. I did however slap one of the other guys upside the head for staring at her too long. “She’s not a piece of meat guys, or a space alien.” I told them. I told them they were as bad as the jocks and they gave me a lot of nasty looks but I was their leader, if I said don’t stare at her, they would try not to. We all wanted to stare at them but they needed to learn how to do it properly, and not get us caught and potentially publically shamed or worse…beaten up.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer stared at the page before her confused and scared. Had she done her homework and not remembered it? She could have sworn she had set aside the time after cheerleading practice to do the homework. Yet there it was in her book alread completed. She must have done it because it was her writing.

She tapped Brittney on the shoulder and asked, "Did we do our Math homework already?"

Sarah shook her head, "I never do my math homework, too hard."

Jennifer gave her a sad look, it was a good thing Sarah was pretty cause the girl was dumb as a brick. They started off down the hall headed toward the parking lot, which had them passing the chess club meeting area in the quad and Jennifer caught a glance at Greg and realized why she couldn't remember doing her homework. That little bugger had done it for her, and even mimicked her handwriting.

It made her smile and she turned to the girls. "Hey guys I'll catch up with you I forgot something." She said, turning back toward her locker as if she really had forgotten something.

"No you didn't, you wanna talk to your boyfriend." Brittney said, "I don't get it Jennifer but dont try to hide it because that would make it worse. Just go say hi and let's go get fucking LATTES!"

Jennifer shrugged and walked over to where Greg sat with his friends playing chess. "Hey Greg!" She said, popping behind him and throwing her arms around him. She rested her head on his shoulder and looked out at the chess board. "You winning?"

 

[The_gladiator]

Because Greg was being sure he wasn’t looking at her he was surprised that she came over to him. Before he knew it her arms had slid around him under his arms because he’d just lifted an arm to move his piece. He paused hand hovering over his queen. He could feel her breath skating past his ear and he shivered. He tried to keep his voice steady but found it was difficult, for just that breath and the feeling of her pressed close had given him an instant hard on. Before he could say anything one of the other guys spoke up. “He’s a grand master; it would be illogical to ask that.” Greg’s opponent spoke up, “Yes, he’s winning, although I’m pretty sure he’s toying with me.”

“I have to,” Greg said finally moving his piece. “It gets boring beating you after 5 moves.” He said. After making the move he leaned back a little unconsciously leaning back into her more, feeling her breath on his neck. He patted her hands on his chest awkwardly. It wasn’t that he was ashamed to have her touch him in front of his friends; in fact he sort of enjoyed the bug eyed stares some were giving them. No it was just his shyness that made him look uncomfortable.

“Do you mind distracting him so maybe he’ll lose?” Mike, Greg’s opponent asked.

“What could she possibly do to distract him, dudes like a machine.” The guy who had made the illogical comment earlier asked.

“Dude you don’t understand women.” Mike retorted, “Trust me, she could, look at him blush now.”

Greg didn’t say anything unsure what to say. He had told them that he was going to the park with her, why did they all look so surprised she was there, and touching him like that? Hell, why was he so surprised?

“So what do you say pretty lady?” Mike asked, “Mind distracting him so he loses?”

 

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Jennifer liked the looks of shock on all Greg's friends faces. It was funny how they all had the same way of speaking. They were all so smart that they were like machines, which was the very thing that she wanted to break Greg out of. Not that she cared that he was smart, no that wasn't it, but it was the robotic mannerisms that the intelligence gave him and that was the problem because it limited the personality she believed to be there.

The guys begged her to distract him so they could beat him and she shrugged, "Sorry guys, I'm rooting for my sweeties right here." She told them. Then she turned to Greg and kissed his cheek, "Kick their asses babe. I'm going to get coffee with the girls. See you later."

She let him go and trotted away to catch up with her friends, her body needed coffee desperately.

 

[The_gladiator]

“You would have lost had she stayed.” Mike said in a low voice. Greg chuckled and blushed. He knew he was right.

“Is that your girlfriend?” another boy asked. Greg shrugged non-committally, not wanting to speak for her like that.

“We’re just going to the park together.” He said. “And come on Fred, you’re not Spock, so stop saying things are illogical.”

A few moves later Greg won, and they began to pack up their belongings.

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Dave peters was steaming mad. Someone had broken his windshield and he suspected it was that little punk kid, Baxter. Hell maybe it was the golden goddess though, she’d been pretty quick to defend the dork. Now he saw her walking to her car. She was outside of the little coffee shop, probably headed home. He moved until he could block her path. “Hey, babe.” He said smiling down at her. “Off to rub one out to thoughts of that little nerd I saw you with?” How quick did high-schoolers, even 18 year old adults turn on one another? A week ago Dave probably had worshiped the ground she walked on wishing he was her boyfriend, however she was seen with the wrong type of guy and now she was just trash he planned on stomping on. “So tell me, did that dork break my wind shield, or did he ask you to do it?” He was pinning her against a car now. His hands had grabbed her wrists pinning them above her head with one hand, the other he had balled into a fist holding it at her eye level.

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Greg was walking home when he decided to detour to go to the coffee shop. He typically did not drink the stuff, disliking putting anything into his body which caused his metabolic rate to change. However, this time he was probably more hoping he would see Jennifer there. As he walked into the parking lot he thought he saw two people pressed to a car, it almost looked like a lovers embrace from a distance so he payed it no mind for the time being.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer knew seeing Dave was going to be trouble, after all she had smashed his windshield with a brick. Luckily she was smart enough to delete the picture she sent Greg off her phone right after sending it. No use walking around with evidence of her crimes in her pocket. But Dave was in her face anyway.

"I dont know what you're talking about Dave." She told him flatly looking into his eyes without a shaking breath.

Dave grabbed her and pinned her arms above her head. She grunted with the pain of his grip, his fist set to her face. Still she stared up at him in defiance. "You gonna hit a girl now Dave you hi pussy. What are so you mad about? You that much of a fucking bitch yoh can only bully women and nerds? That make you feel like a big strong man? You stupid fuck."

She could see the red in his face and his fist pull back. The pulled back fist revealed Greg walk in by and she smiled. "HEY GREG!" She shouted. "Look what I found! It is a giant asshole!"

 

[The_gladiator]

Dave grunted, surprised she was that mouthy. She would shut up when he was through with her; she would scream that was for sure. He pressed harder against her pressing his erection against her. “You should be more worried that I’ll fuck you slut, not hit you.” He growled. Then she called out to someone else. He let out a low wicked laugh, “Good the punk can watch me make you sorry.”
Greg was walking towards the door when suddenly a voice called out, “GREG.” He spun towards the voice. It was Jennifer. “Look what I found; it is a giant ass hole.” Suddenly Greg realized what was going on with that couple. But damn, did she want to see him get beat up again? Well, better him than her. But he suspected he had a surprise for old Dave this time.

Greg walked closer. “Let her go.” Greg said in a low voice. No trace of nerves in his voice, it was like the voice used to talk jumpers off of ledges. This only made Dave laugh as he purposefully groped Jennifer’s breast where Greg could see it. “This is your one and final warning.” Greg said, and now there was a hint of something hard under his words.

“What are you going to do about it, ‘nerd boy?’ I’d like to see you try to stop me.” Greg moved closer and Dave wasn’t watching him, unworried, but Greg could tell that Jennifer was.

Greg struck without warning, his fist connecting with Dave’s ear; he intended to cause him a good amount of pain with that first hit, to get his attention. He stepped in and stabbed two fingers into a pressure point in Dave’s elbow causing the hand holding Jennifer to go numb. It reflexively fell opened. Greg grabbed the big guy’s wrist and bent his arm behind him and within seconds him in a thumb lock, where in if Dave Moved or Greg put any more pressure on the joint he would snap it. “Just because I let you beat the shit out of me earlier on campus because I didn’t want to fight there, and honestly I deserved it for what I said to her, does NOT mean I will let you hurt a woman especially her.”

“You little fucker, just who do you think you are?”

“A black belt in 4 forms of martial arts, my parents insisted I exercise, they never specified how I had to do it.” He said calmly as if such things were normal. Dave didn’t understand the nature of the joint lock and struggled. There was a sickening snap as the bone broke. “I did warn you.” Greg said with a sigh. “Jennifer, would you mind calling the police? I think we may need their help.”

“Go ahead, call the cops you little nerd, my parents will press charges for this.”

“You do realize that you assaulted a woman first, right? So maybe what I did was overkill just a bit.” He said even as the jock struggled not to cry with the pain even as he still struggled against Greg who now held him in a type of choke hold. “However, I sort of feel like you started it.” He said his voice still even and calm, he hadn’t even broken a sweat.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer thought she was dumb for calling Greg over. Dave beat the shit out of him last time, but she didnt know what else to do really, and frankly he was starting to scare her. The call out to Greg was also to grab other people's attention, after all they were in a public place and someone had to see this shit right?

What she didnt expect was Greg to effortlessly kick Dave's ass. Like it was weird. The guy turned into Bruce Lee or some shit and did Greg just say 4 black belts? Holy shit. Jennifer winced as Dave basically broke his own hon struggling against Greg's hold. Her eyes widened as she just watch Greg make a fool of the big asshole.

What he told her to call the cops she did something even better. She darted inside to yell at the cops that were s8tting in the shop and drinking their coffees. Two big police came out quickly and removed Greg from Dave. Dave was a big idiot and tried to fucking charge at Greg. The police of course grabbed him and held him away.

Jennifer explained what happened and showed the red marks on her wrists that Dave had left. After Dave was in the police car with cuffs on, Jennifer and Greg were allowed to leave.

Jennifer grabbed Greg's hand and pulled him to her car. "You are my fucking hero Greg!" She exclaimed and kissed him. Firmly she pressed her lips to his, her hands cupping the side of his face. "I can't believe how awesome that was. Why did you let him break your glasses before? Youcould have ccrushed him." She asked still holding his face in her hands.

 

[The_gladiator]

She did what he’d asked, however Greg had missed the cruiser that was sitting just a few cars down. He was a little distracted. Man was Dave a moron. The police let them go but not before the police gave Greg a be careful not to become a vigilante lecture. Another asked Greg if he was registered as a lethal weapon. He shook his head stating he was close to that point though, and that yes even though warned him and was not obligated by law to tell Dave he was a lethal weapon, because technically he wasn’t they still warned him to be careful and give a better warning next time so his opponent truly understood what he was going up against. Greg nodded politely and listened to the comments, but was just glad he’d been there to step in.

He had no sooner got to her car when she pressed him against it. He stiffened at first before he felt her hands on his face and then the best sensation he had ever felt before, well besides her touching him at all. That feeling was her full lips pressing firmly to his. He could only shrug at her questions. “I didn’t intend on letting him bust my glasses, that was just bad luck.” He said, “Although I think you more mean why did I let him beat me up.” He shrugged, “Because you heard those police, I need to be careful, and I could really hurt people.” He bit his lip, not sharing the real reason that he felt like he’d deserved it for hurting her. “Also everyone knows at the school the teachers never believe who started it, they believe the last one standing is the bully and that person gets punished.” This reason was also true; however in that moment neither of the stated reasons had been true, even if they were true at other times. Greg couldn’t believe she was touching him like this and had kissed him, why would she? Anyone with the ability to stop that idiot would have, what made him so special to her?

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer smiled and ran a finger down his chest. "Well you my little deadly hero are going to get a big reward." She kissed him again and pulled back. "Get in the car." She commanded as she darted around to her side. She slid into the driver's seat already ready to give him the biggest smile he ever had.

She sped past his house, teasing him by making him think she was taking him home. Instead she drove on to her house, the whole time she had a knowing smile on her face. When she pulled up to her house she turned to him. "Leave you backpack here and come on in." She told him, then climbed out and headed to the house.

Jennifer took Greg quickly up to her bedroom and ushered him inside. Then she shut and locked the door behind them. "Sit on the edge of the bed and relax." She said as she moved to her desk. She set her phone into a speaker deck which began pumping soft R&B into the room. She turned slowly toward him and began to sway to the music, her hands running softly over her body. "Enjoy the show." She told him.

 

[The_gladiator]

Greg let her kiss him again. “You don’t owe me anything. I just wanted to stop him.” He said softly.

He obediently got in the car as she ordered. It was the second time in as many days that she was driving him home. However they passed his house where both his parent’s cars were in the driveway. He looked at her curious where they were going but didn’t ask, figuring that logically he would figure out when they got there. They pulled into a driveway to another house, whose driveway lacked any cars. She led him to her room and he was surprised when she locked the door. He lifted an eyebrow but said nothing; pretty sure with his luck he would say something to screw this up. He didn’t know what she had in mind, but shooting him and burying his body did not seem likely so figured anything else couldn’t be bad.

The music slowly filled the room and he watched her begin to sway, hands running over her body. She told him to enjoy the show so he watched her move. She was graceful as she moved to the beat. He opened his mouth to tell her she didn’t owe him anything but closed it, figuring that this was like receiving a gift or a compliment, you should just accept it and thank the person because denying you were unworthy of the gift belittled the person giving it to you. He couldn’t help wondering just what exactly she had planned though.

 

[Intensityrising]

As the music picked up, so did her dancing. She grabbed the hem of her top and wiggled it up to his expose her stomach to him, flat and toned as it was. Then she pulled the top down, teasing him by going back and forth. She smiled at him and moved closer to press against his knees. She leaned over him pressed her breasts to his face. When she pulled back next she turned her back on him and wiggled her ass in his face, slapping herself on the butt.

She spun toward him her hands again on the hem of her top. "Ever seen a naked girl in person Greg?" She knew he hadn't but waited for his answer and smiled wider as he replied. With a swift movement she threw the top over her head and off, tossing it aside. Her firm full breasts heaved in her bra and she loved the way his eyes locked to her body.

Again she turned away from him. Her hands this time wiggled her skirt down, bending over so her ass was in his face as she dropped the skirt down to her ankles. Her hands crawled up her back and she stood up, still facing away from him. She reached the clasp of her bra and said a little "oops" as it popped free and feel off her chest.

She looks over her shoulder and smiled. "My little hero." She cooed and turned toward him. Her breasts perfectly firm, with tiny nnipples the perfect spots. She stepped up to him and said, "This is only part one of your treat."

Slowly Jennifer got to her knees in front of him. She bent over his legs and placed a kiss on the outside of his tented pants. Her hands pulled his legs open so she could slip closer. "This is part two." She whispered.

 

[The_gladiator]

Greg watched her move, mesmerized. He had watched women strip in porn, but this was somehow… much different. He had never even imagined he would be in a situation like this.

She was beautiful and she had good rhythm and technique. He mentally scolded himself he couldn’t think about this analytically he had to just exist in the moment, something he’d had trouble with at times when it was a new situation. He feared if he didn’t he certainly would jizz in his pants.

He couldn’t believe the sight of her breasts and could see her nipples like little hard peaks.

He wasn’t sure what she meant about how that was only part one. He watched her kneel between his thighs, spreading them with her body. “What are you going to do?” he asked. It was a stupid question, logically he could guess, but his nerves made him ask.

 

[Intensityrising]

Her hands went to his belt, yes he wore a fucking belt, working it open. "I will give you one guess. But you might not wanna spoil the surprise." She said popping his belt and his fly open. Her hands reached into his pants, pulling them wide so that she could get at his boxers. She pulled out his cock and smiled as she saw he was delightfully hard for her.

"Oh look at what I did." She moaned and leaned her face real close. She stuck out her tongue and twirled it around the much room tip of his cock which already leave pre-cum. She knew he probably wouldn't last long but at least he would have a good time with it. "Can I suck your dick Greg. Would you like me to put you in my mouth. If you like I will let you cum down my throat, youare my hero today and I will swallow all your little sperm inside me." She teased holding his cock against her face so he could feel her skin on him.

 

[The_gladiator]

Greg watched her open his pants, undoing his belt and open his jeans. His breaths were already quickening as she pulled his cock out into the open. He was very hard for her. Greg had never been extremely proud of himself. He just never seemed to compare to the porn he watched, although he seemed to measure up well enough in the locker room, so perhaps he had a skewed view of his own size. Either way, she seemed to enjoy what she saw. This was the very first time that anyone touched him like this, other than himself. He was already leaking precum and couldn’t believe how good her hands felt on his heated flesh.

Her tongue swirled around the head. “You’d really do that?” he asked softly, with wonder, “You mean that just doesn’t happen in porn?” he honestly bore a look like Christmas had come early even as he blushed.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer smiled and took him into her mouth briefly. Letting her tongue lap at him and tease his tip. "Of course, those girls don't learn it in porn. They learn it in high school." She smiled and then buried her mouth onto his cock. Taking almost all of him into her mouth, his tip jabbing at her throat which caused her to make a squeak noise. She pulled off with a gasp, letting her drool slop all over his shaft.

"You like my mouth on your prick Greg?" She teased, sucking hard on his fat tip, her tongue flicked and lapped up the pre-cum off his tip. She drank him down, ready to blow his mind as well as his cock.

 

[The_gladiator]

Greg couldn’t believe the sensations. He had never even had a hand job, never felt a woman even stroke his cock, and now she was putting her mouth on him. He let out a low moan of pleasure, his body already trembling.

He wished he had words to describe how it felt. He could already feel that he was close, was he supposed to warn her? Would she know? He was almost shaking now, he wanted this to never end but he was sure that it would, very shortly. Her words only spurred him on, and all he could do was nod and gasp to her question of did he like it.

 

[Intensityrising]

Jennifer felt him swell in her mouth. His tip flared on her tongue and she could taste the pre cum literally dribbling from him. She knew he was close and she bobbed her head faster, sucking harder to push him over the edge. Her hand came up to cup his balls, poor things felt so full she knew she was about to have a mouth full. She moaned on his prick focusing on simply getting him off.

 

[The_gladiator]

He couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a strangled cry his body jerking with his release. His eyes closed and his head went back as wave after wave swept through him in the best release he had ever had in his life. He honestly could not believe this was happening to him, what a wonderful experience. He absolutely knew he would never forget this.

 

[Intensityrising]

Greg's cock jerked and lurched in her mouth as waves of hot cream filled her. She swallowed the burning warm liquid quickly, ignoring the taste of it as best she could. Nothing could make cum taste good, but it wasn't gag worthy like some chicks at school made it out to be. JEnnifer simply fixated on swallowing quickly, drinking him down and letting him savor the feeling of cumming in a girls mouth.

Finally he seemed to slump in her mouth and she sucked the last little bit from his cock tip. She let him fall from her mouth and flopped back onto her ass as her knees were numb and wobbly from the position. She grinned up at the look on Greg's face, "Not a bad little reward huh? Bet you never thought that would happen when you got out of bed this morning." She giggled.