Verse/Luka/Sex with Amy: Solicit

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You shrug. What the hell--life's too short to chicken out of dumb dares. You easily slip out of your seat and kneel your way to the cute blonde.

"Hey," you whisper softly, at her side.

Both of them stare at you, surprise in their eyes, before suddenly breaking into a soft giggle. "Hey," the blonde replies.

"Did Blake really ask your friend?" She turns a soft red, which you take as a yes. "Bastard, isn't he? He's cute though, no?"

"I guess," the girl says.

You smirk. "What about me, think I'm cute?" Her shade of pink darkens considerably, and you assume the same as the last time. "You know, I think you're pretty cute too. Why don't we have a little fun as well?"

"What??" She asks, shocked.

Putting on your best charming smile, you say: "You blow me, I'll return the favor later." She looks at her friend, who rolls her eyes and shrugs slightly. The girl turns back to you, and nods slightly. "Cool," you reply, still smiling. "How bout right at the end of the period?"

"Really?" She asks. "Yeah. Aren't they doing it then?" She nods, then nods again. "Awesome! Wait for me right outside, cool?"


Not long later, you and she are in a stall in the boy's restroom. She's practically glowing a soft red, as she stands across from you. You're sitting on the toilet cover, smiling at her. She really is quite cute. "Shy?" you ask.

"Yeah," she whispers.

You smirk. "Heh. Don't be, Amy." You'd gotten her name from one of your classmates shortly before leaving the room, and you're quite glad you did, as it seems to have calmed her.

"Okay," she whispers.

"You really think I'm cute?" you ask. She nods again, making you smile. "Maybe we could have a little extra fun, then?"

Almost immediately, her blush returns, making you giggle slightly. "Not today though, if you want. Today..." you slowly pat your jeans, where an erection is visible pushing against them.

Silently, she gets closer and kneels in front of you. She gingerly uses her bony hands to unbutton and unzip your jeans and stares at your bulge slightly. She looks up at you, and you grin slightly in return. Still blushing, she slips her fingers into your boxer's slit and her grip alone is almost enough to send you over.

It doesn't, of course. Instead, you merely meep with pleasure. Her hands pull out your toy, and stare at it calmly for a few moments. Before long, though, you feel her moist tongue pressed against you, lapping along the shaft, her grip stroking the bottom quarter. She pops it into her mouth a moment later and bobs her head a few times. She doesn't immediately start to suck, but, when she does, it feels glorious. It's not long before she has you biting and grinding your teeth to keep from making to much noise.

She continues for a few minutes, pressuring the top your cock to yield, stroking the bottom half to move it along. After a while, you can't hold back anymore and press your hands to her head to hold her down as you release into her mouth a few times. She's a little shocked and proceeds to gag a little, but she manages to pass it down, just like your first time. She looks up at you again, and you smile softly, again. She blushes, turns away, and, a bit too fast, you think, runs out the stall and bathroom.


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