He looked at her, “On my mind?”
She nodded, “Yes, I’ve already told you what I’ve been thinking. I just realized yesterday that I’ve never actually asked what is going on with you, just lectured you about how you’re failing.” She frowned, “I’m sorry about that.”
He sighed, “It’s fine, it’s… you didn’t do anything wrong.” He ran a hand through his still damp hair, “It’s everything else.”
“Mike… I need you to tell me what’s going on. I need you to tell me how I can help.” She looked at him pleadingly, “Tell me what I can do.”
“There’s nothing you can do!” He gritted his teeth, “I can’t pass the tests because I can’t study. I can’t study because I have to work. I can’t stop work, because otherwise my family can’t afford rent!”
“What about football?” She shrugged as he looked at her. “Much as you don’t want to hear it, if you gave up football you’d be able to study.”
He shook his head, “I can’t. Even if I was as good a student as you seem to think I am, I’m not that good. I wouldn’t get a scholarship, and we wouldn’t be able to afford college otherwise. And even if it wasn’t that…” He looked up at her, a gleam in his eyes, “You saw me out there today, I was made for that. That feeling, that strength… I couldn’t live without it.”
He groaned and put his head in his hands, “I just… I just don’t know what to do. It’s all falling apart.”
She put her hand on his shoulder, squeezing softly, “Shhh, it’s ok… you’re just stressed out. It’ll be ok…” She squeezed harder, feeling up the tautness of his muscles under his shirt. She started to rub circles into his back, her hand travelling lower as she went, “It’ll be okay…” Her hand trailed past his side and onto his thigh, her hand squeezing lightly when she reached it.
Mike was frozen, his eyes wide beneath his hands, watching her hand with rapt attention, “M-Ms. Ricci?”
“Shh…” She slid her hand over and rubbed him through his pants, “Let me help you relax… ok?” He looked up at her, and the look on her face wasn’t forceful, it was looking for permission.
He nodded, tongue like lead in his mouth, “Ok.”
He leant back and groaned as her hand worked him over, rubbing along and squeezing lightly at his crotch. When her hand slipped underneath his waistband and closed around his rapidly growing length he couldn’t help the groan that forced its way out of his throat. She pulled him free from his pants, marveling at his still hardening cock.
“Jesus Mike, you’re so big.” She squeezed her fingers and ran them up him, dragging her thumb over his tip and wetting her hand, dragging it back down and slicking him up even more. His head fell back into her chest, his eyes closed as she picked up the pace and started fisting his length even harder.
When she let go of him and left him to hang free for a second, he groaned in frustration, before noticing that she’d gotten off the bench next to him. When he opened his eyes, he saw her getting onto her knees right in front of him, tongue wetting her lips as she stared at every inch of his now fully erect cock. She looked up at him, lust smoldering in her eyes, before speaking, “Is this ok?”
His length twitched, the words almost not forming in his mind, “Yes. God, fuck yes, this is ok.”
She smirked, leaning in. She pressed a light kiss to his tip, her tongue flicking out and tasting the bead of precum that had formed. The saltiness of him drove her forward, her lips sealing around him and her head edging slowly downwards, his penis disappearing inch by inch into her mouth. She opened her eyes when she was halfway down, staring directly into his as he watched her suck him down. No one before had ever managed to get as far as she had, clearly, she had some experience under her belt.
When she reached the last two inches she paused, the last obstacle between her and satisfaction, before pushing herself onwards. Before long, her nose touched against his stomach, all nine of his inches squarely down her throat. She pulled back slowly, tongue running up his underside as she continued to stare at him, taking a grasp of his base when she let go of his tip with an audible pop.
He shuddered when she squeezed his base again, slapping it down against her tongue before edging downwards, taking one of his balls into her mouth. She sucked hard on the globe, fingers twirling and sliding on his length, a giggle leaving her mouth and reverberating up his entire body. She pulled back up, tongue flicking underneath his head as she once more wrapped her lips around him.
Her pace was furious, her head shooting back and forth as he felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat over and over again. Her fingers toyed with his balls, twirling and squeezing them delicately between her fingers. Eventually his hand found itself on top of her head, urging her further and further, desperate for her not to stop.
Right as he was about to cum, she pulled back, and he almost wailed in despair. She looked up at him, lust and satisfaction present on her face in equal measure, “You’ve been under a lot of stress.” She got to her feet and held her hand out, he took it and shakily pulled himself to his feet, “I think you need to work some of it out.” She slowly got back down onto her knees, idly running a finger along his wet and ready cock, “Show me what you’ve got.”
He almost couldn’t believe what he was doing, but something inside him snapped. He needed this, and so did she, damn if he wasn’t going to give them both what they wanted. He took hold of himself, his length slapping against her cheek with a wet sound, Catherine giggling when he did it again. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, Mike taking his time to slap himself against her tongue a few times before he plunged himself in. He didn’t go slow, he sunk in all the way at once, honestly shocked that it wasn’t too much for her. She gagged harshly, but was otherwise fine, her gaze almost burning him with her passion.
He worked himself back and forth, his hand on her head an anchor for him to be able to thrust his hips as much as he cared, her throat eagerly accepting every inch of him as he fed it desperately to her. Her eyes were watering, her mascara was a mess, but she was loving every second of it, the amazing fullness every time he pressed himself as deep as he could making her eyes roll back in her head.
His balls slapped against her chin with a meaty smack, her hands would have done something with them if they weren’t underneath her skirt, her fingers desperately plunging in and out of herself as she chased a climax that very well might have come solely from the rough treatment she was getting. Her thumb twirled around her clit, three fingers thrusting in to the knuckle every time he bottomed out in her throat, like she was being filled from both sides at once.
“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He worked himself even harder, her eyes streaming with tears by now, her smile somehow still visible as he fucked her throat with sheer desperation. He grabbed both sides of her head roughly and slammed himself in to the base, his thick load shooting directly down her throat. He threw his head back, roaring in pleasure at the ceiling. At the exact moment he climaxed, Catherine clenched around her fingers, her orgasm hitting her like a freight train, almost blacking out from both the intensity of the pleasure and lack of air.
Finally, after cumming for what seemed an eternity, Mike pulled himself out of her mouth, his length making a wet, sliding sound as he reappeared from her throat. As soon as he was out, she coughed harshly, her throat raw and tender from the incredibly rough treatment. He knelt down next to her, apology clear on his face, “I-I’m so sorry. Did I go too far?”
Between coughs, she giggled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips, not sure what to think about tasting himself on her, “God no, that was perfect. Do you feel better?”
He laughed, “Better? I feel like I’ve been fucking born again.”
She snuggled up to him, draping his arm over her shoulders as they both regained their breath. She was the first to speak up, “I’m going to find some way to help you, I want you to know that.” She looked at him, sincerity bleeding through, “You’re a brilliant young man, you jus
t need a real chance to show it.”
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “Thanks Catherine.”
“Anytime.”
Chapter Two
One week had passed since that intense session in the locker room, both not quite being able to look each other in the eye during class for fear of not being able to control themselves. Nothing else had happened between them, thoughts of what would happen if they were caught and Mike’s general anxiety about his future killed any chances of that, but she had given him her number, just in case he needed it. So far, after a particularly stressful night, or just when he needed help sleeping, it had worked wonders.
Today had been a bad day, worries about the big game against River High the next day had worked Mike to the bone, his nerves frayed and his hands barely able to hold the soda Red had given him. Currently his friend was by his side, shielding him from any prying eyes that might think his moment of panic was weakness, or something to be mocked. If anyone dared to think that, Red would knock them on their asses, knowing that did Mike a world of good.
Still, there was nothing he could do other than ride out the wave of despair, it had happened before, it was going to happen again, but he knew it would pass. Didn’t mean it didn’t suck though.
“Mike? Mike!” He looked up at Red, startled by his yelling, “Phone’s ringing.” Red held out his cell phone, Mike collecting it and pressing the answer button.
“Hello?” He tried to make his voice sound neutral, but he could tell immediately that he’d done a terrible job.
The caller sighed, “You sound terrible, Mike.”
“No, I’m…” He squeezed the bridge of his nose, he wasn’t going to lie to her, “Yeah, I feel like shit.”
“Come to my class room when school is over, I think I have something to cheer you up.”
He arched his eyebrow, “Oh?”
She laughed melodically, “Get your mind out of the gutter! This is something else!” Her voice got lower, “Though, play your cards right and you might get that as well.”
His collar suddenly felt too tight, “Alright then, I guess I’ll see you then, Catherine.”
“Oh? Look who’s finally learning. I cannot wait.” The line clicked off.
He smiled to himself, suddenly freezing when he realized he had company. He turned slowly to Red, his friend wearing an expression of pure shock.
“Catherine? What, did you two fuck in that locker room last week or something?”
“No!” He held his hands out in protest, “No, we didn’t… fuck.”
“But something did happen?”
He winced, “I mean…” A sigh, “Alright, yeah. Something did happen.”
Red ran a hand down his face, “Jesus fucking Christ Mike, I hope you know what you’re doing.” His expression shifted, “Wait a minute, she’s not forcing you to do this or anything right?”
Now it was Mike’s turn to be shocked, “What? No, god no!”
“Are you sure? ‘Cause I’m not one of those fucks that’d laugh at that…”
He smiled, putting his hand on Red’s shoulder, “I promise, I want it. It’s just… complicated, is all.”
“Complicated?”
He sighed, “She’s trying to help me, you know, with college and everything. It got intense last week, one thing led to another and… well, you know.”
Red groaned, “If she’s helping you then… fine, I guess.” He clapped him on the back, “Just watch your ass, alright? Both of you. People catch wind of this they’ll crucify you, and you deserve better than that.”
Mike smiled, “Thanks man, really.”
“And hey,” Red smirked, “If you guys ever need a plus one or anything then you know who to call.”
“I changed my mind, fuck you.”
***
He knocked on the doorframe before he entered, “Catherine?”
She turned from the window she was looking out of, smiling and walking over, “Mike! I’m glad you’re here, come in.” She took his hand and pulled him in, locking the door behind them. She walked him over to a desk and he sat down.
“So…” He began slowly, “What did you want to talk about?”
She beamed, “It’s very good news!” She reached over and squeezed his hand, “I convinced the board to let you take makeup exams after the football season ends.”
His jaw went slack, “You what? I didn’t know you could do that!”
She nodded happily, “It was quite easy, all I had to do was bring up the role you play on that football field, as well as some of the difficulties you’ve been facing, and they agreed that you deserved a fair shot.” She pulled him in and placed a slow kiss on his lips. Pulling back, she rested her forehead on his, “I’ve said it before, you are a brilliant young man, now is your chance to finally prove it.”
He dragged her in for another kiss, his tongue plunging desperately into her mouth, almost fighting with hers in their passion. By the time they pulled back, both were breathless and tears were streaming down his face, “God, I… I don’t even know what to say.” He looked at her desperately, “Please, what can I do to repay you.”
She smirked and kissed the tip of his nose, leaning back against her desk, “I think you already know the answer to that.” Slowly, without breaking eye contact, she spread her legs, her womanhood fully exposed to him.
He looked at her wide eyed, switching his view from her to the door, “Here?”
She crooked her finger, “Here.”
“I don’t… We… I…” He looked down, catching another look at what was waiting for him, “Oh, fuck it.”
He stepped over, dropping to his knees in front of her. He gazed almost reverently at his prize, tracing a finger up her seam. He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against her clit and giving one long, firm lick from bottom to top. She whimpered on top of him, biting down on her knuckle to muffle her voice. Emboldened, he pressed on, his tongue probing her entrance and his fingers delicately rubbing at her clit. In contrast to her treatment of his cock the previous week, this was slow, exploratory; there would be time for fast and rough later. Fittingly enough, he was taking this as a learning experience.
He spread her lips, tracing letters into her depths with his tongue and nuzzling further in, not wanting to leave a single bit untouched by him. When he noticed she’d started shuddering, he decided the exploration was over. He took her clit in his mouth, and when he sucked hard she almost wailed. When he added two fingers, then a third, pumping them back and forth, it was almost too much. She grabbed him by his hair, pulling him roughly up to her level, his fingers still furiously diving in and out of her. She attacked his mouth with hers, her tongue lapping up every bit of her juices that she could find on his face, before growling at him and bucking her hips, “More.”
He added a fourth finger, and she almost jumped off the table, her head being thrown back and a guttural moan ripping from her throat. He pumped his fingers in and out, her legs shaking from the force of his thrusts. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, her body not even having the ability to vocalize at this point, only able to barely hold itself together under his onslaught. His thumb flicked out, rubbing circles against her clit and pressing in with the rest of his fingers. It was too much. It was not enough. It was so many things, and Catherine couldn't wrap her head around it, she could only lie there and take it, and hope that maybe she could remember it when all was said and done.
Her hair was falling loose, her skin rapidly getting slick with sweat, she was unraveling, and he hadn't even sheathed himself inside of her yet.
This just isn't fair.
She bucked her hips into him, meeting his fingers in an exchange that was sure to leave bruises the next morning, but she couldn't bring herself to care. He leaned in, running his tongue along her neck, finding a sensitive spot just where her shoulder met her neck. He sucked on the skin, leaving her breathless and moaning. When he bit down, that was the final straw, her walls clenching around his finger
s hard, her entire body seizing up and staying that way for what felt like an age. Finally, her body went limp, his fingers sliding out of her easily and coming to her lips. Without even having to be asked, she took them into her mouth, her tongue running along each digit and cleaning all her fluids off them one by one.
He was hard, painfully so, and when he watched her wrap her lips around his soaking fingers he was terrified he would cum right then and there. He pulled back, his hands going to his belt, not missing the hungry look she is giving the obvious bulge in his pants. When he pulled himself free with a groan, she gasped, until then not entirely sure if she had imagined his size last time. He walked himself over, taking hold of himself at the base and letting the tip brush against her clit.
She whimpered, “Mike... Please...”
He leaned down, his teeth digging into her collarbone, “Please what? What do you want me to do?” He ground against her, his cock dragging itself slowly through her folds, “I won't know what you want unless you tell me...”
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