Your cock is beautiful – 6

“Out.” I repeated.

She gathered her clothes and left quickly, avoiding my eyes.

==

The next Friday she came over again, this time wearing a little black negligée. It was completely see-through except for the bra, which was pushing her boobs up and giving her the most spectacular cleavage. I could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath it.

“Do you like this?” she asked, swirling the hem around the top of her thighs, “I bought it for you.”

It was so strange, how even though I’d seen her naked so many times by now, this little bit of cover made things so erotic.

“It’s very nice, Mia.” I said calmly.

Her face lit up with delight. She bounced happily, her cleavage jiggling. She really wanted to please me. But I wanted her naked.

“But we wouldn’t want to get it all messy, would we?” I said.

She shook her head, a huge smile still spread across her face, and started to slip out of it.

Seeing how much my opinion mattered to her, how happy a simple compliment made her, was a huge turn-on.

She undressed, laying the thin material gently on my desk instead of just discarding it. She got up in front of me on the bed, then reached over and pulled my cock out of my underwear. I really enjoyed the look on her face every time she saw it, a recurring little shock of delight and arousal.

Again, she spent the first few minutes just kissing and licking it gently, enjoying the weight of it in her hands. I was fascinated by the look of admiration she had, and the almost reverential, worshiping attitude she showed towards my cock.

She was even more skilled than last time, and she managed to get even more of my thick shaft into her mouth. I finally reached her throat, but she couldn’t push any farther no matter how hard she tried. After 15 minutes of intense effort on her part, I came in her hot, humming throat, thrusting the 5 inches or so that she could take as much as I could.

Afterwards, she crawled up and lay beside me, her head resting on my shoulder.

She told me about how she went to bed every night straddling her pillow, to try to soothe the desires of her pussy. She told me how almost every time she went to sleep, she had vivid dreams about sucking my dick, and swallowing my cum, and that she woke up in the middle of the night, soaking wet. She told me about how she had to change her panties every time she thought about me for too long. She told me she couldn’t concentrate in class, and that her parents, and Stella, were asking why she seemed so distracted all the time.

She told me she needed to cum.

She begged me to touch her.

I told her to get out.

She looked devastated, but left without comment.

I’d honestly never been happier in my life. Every week, the bitch I’d hated for years would come to my bedroom, suck me off, beg me to let her cum, and then leave incredibly frustrated but still obeying.

She was getting closer, though, to taking me completely. If she kept it up, I thought she could be deep-throating me in just a few weeks.

But as it turns out, I’d underestimated her.

==

Just one day before I was expecting to see her again, on the next Thursday, she approached me in public.

I was hanging out with some friends in front of school, just after class had gotten out, when she walked up to me and told me she needed to talk, privately. My friends were stunned. I wasn’t very close to them, or anyone really, but they all knew how much of a bitch she was. Not just to me, but to pretty much everyone except her closest friends, a group that I’d certainly never been a part of.

I was honestly too shocked to reply, not knowing how to act. I could do nothing but let myself be led away by the arm.

She took me aside and whispered in my ear,

“My house is empty all day. If you want, you can come over later and we can…continue things.” she said.

I stepped back to look at her. This was the first time she’d brought up our little meetings outside of my bedroom. She bit her lip nervously, then leaned in again.

“Please…I really can’t wait until tomorrow…just let me try today. I’m…I’m getting wet right now, just talking to you. I can’t take it any more.”

I was shocked that she was being so bold, saying all this out in the open. I didn’t know how to react.

“Shit…there’s Stella, look just…I’ll be waiting for you, if you want to come over. Please.”

She walked up to Stella. They talked for a few seconds, then Mia took off in the opposite direction.

Stella spotted me and walked over.

“Apparently Mia hasn’t been feeling well. Have you noticed her being a little off lately?”

I shrugged.

“I hope she’s not coming down with something.” she said.

==

I wasn’t sure whether or not to go over to her place. It felt a little like she would be in control if I went where she told me to. But the way she’d asked…so meek, and pleading.

“I’ll be waiting for you, if you want…”

I’d thought maybe another week of denial would be enough, but apparently she couldn’t handle that. I decided to go with it. I showered and changed my clothes, and left the house an hour later.

I knew where she lived, it was only a few minutes walk away from my house.

She was completely ecstatic that I’d decided to come. She invited me in and locked the door behind me. She seemed so subservient, even in her own home. She offered me something to eat or drink, she took my jacket off for me, and asked me again if I wanted anything. But I didn’t want to waste time.

We headed up to her bedroom.

I hadn’t been in it since we were kids, but it looked pretty much the same. A few things were different, like the double bed in the middle of the room, and the computer desk in the corner with a big swivel chair. Her computer was a few years old, and judging by how neat and tidy the whole area was, compared to her other desk in the corner which was covered with notebooks, I assumed she didn’t use it much.

She still had that heavy wooden bookcase that I remembered, filled with all sizes and types of different books. They’d been mostly children’s or young teen books before, but now almost half of them looked weirdly like textbooks.

She was so excited about me being here. At first I thought she was just desperate, so much so that she was willing to invite me here just to try again a day sooner, even if she didn’t have a chance, but the confidence in her smile told me otherwise.

She really thought she could do it.

“You’re really eager to try again, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Yep.” she said lightly.