the faery king

"ugh, Taylor keeps asking me what I think about her new boyfriend. I could never understand dating someone like that; he's so boring."

she doesn't even remember who Taylor is. It seems like they're maybe friends? or fake friends? or former roommates? she holds in a gasping moan. the cheerleader's tits are bouncing a little from the jerking motion. it's making their top ride up, enough to just barely see the underwire of their bra.

"should I get the mauve or blush lip? nevermind, it's not like you'd know the difference."

she leans in a little to see. both colors look laughably similar. either one would look great on the cheerleader, though. the image of a trail of light pink kiss marks along the underside of her dick...she thrusts into the cheerleader's hand.

she's taller than them. she could probably overpower them if she tried hard enough. force them to their knees, hook her thumbs in their mouth and hold it open, just slide it in...get them to finally shut up for once. she's sure their throat feels much better than the stroker at home. but maybe that isn't enough.

the cheerleader's pencil skirt is one of those extra tight kinds, short enough that it could pass for a belt. the door to the study room is locked. students rarely come up to this floor.

she could probably tip the cheerleader's chair over, get them on the floor. pull up the skirt...move the thong to the side. always thongs. they may as well ditch underwear altogether at this point.

what a wonderful way to lose it. while they're kicking and thrashing, regretting every passive-aggressive, annoying, vapid thing they've ever said, while their mascara smears and their hair gets mussed by the cheap carpet. it has to be missionary. mating press. she would have to see their face. definitely would have to record it. maybe even post it online later.

the geek leans in even more, contemplating. she's already so close. if she put it in, she'd probably finish after only two or three thrusts.

"are you about to come?" asks the cheerleader, finally looking her way. "you wish you were inside me, don't you?"

she can't take it anymore. she lets out a strained groan. she comes. it gets on the cheerleader's thigh. they roll their eyes and reach in their purse for a napkin. their phone buzzes. it's Taylor.

"oh, my god, heyyy, girl! no i'm not busy, i'm just studying with my tutor...yeah..."

her chest heaves. she swallows, exhales, and then cleans herself up.