Shizune - I Was Bored and Felt Like Writing This

"[Are... Are you really going to do it?]" My hands freeze up between each word, unsure of how to approach the situation. I would think that it's a natural thing for a guy and a girl that are romantically involved, and it's not as though we've never gone even further, but...

The mood isn't right. On top of that, we're in what may be the worst place for this kind of thing -- on one side there's a row of open windows, and on the other is a door that is incapable of locking from the inside. It helps that Misha is out sick today, something that allows for this to be happening in the first place, but there's no guarantee that a teacher couldn't poke his head in wondering what we were up to at any moment.

Shizune rests on her knees in front of me, her eyes at level with my stomach and her hands perched over my thighs, unsure of what to say. "[Yes, I'm going to do it, you pervert!]" Her gaze is constantly flickering between my face, my zipper, and the door.

She swats my hand away as I reach down and try to offer some kind of aid. "[You know, I'm having second thoughts here. You don't have to-]"

"[We made a bet and you won. Don't you dare try to wimp out on me!]" She asserts, already in the process of pulling my shirt out of my pants and fumbling with the button. The sensations of her hands climbing all over my lower regions is enough to excite me to the point where a reaction is already visible, only becoming more obvious as she carefully undoes my zipper.

Her motions freeze for a moment while she looks me over, a playful smirk on her lips. "[Polka dots?]"

"[Everything else was in the laundry!]" I retort, trying to remember where I even bought a pair of 'white-with-purple-polka-dots' boxers.

I suppose only one of us can get away with having flashy underwear. There's no guessing what Shizune's wearing today; I don't think I've even seen her in the same thing twice. Sometimes it's solid black, other times it's blue with white pinstripes, and then on special occasions she goes all-out and puts on something with so many layers of lace trim and ribbon that I can't even imagine it fitting under her school uniform.

My pants are only tugged down to the half-way point, where it's hard to even move my legs. From there, she shifts into a better position, her eyes awash with my image while she lightly tugs on the elastic of my underwear. "[You're really enjoying this, aren't you?]" She remarks as a certain something begins to poke out, the amused expression on her face making it seem like I'm somehow issuing her a challenge.

“[A little.]” I return, constantly glancing over her shoulder to make sure that no one is getting a free show. We're about twenty minutes into the last period of the day, with an amnesty given on going to class thanks to all the work that needs to be done for the upcoming spring festival. “[You can stop anytime you want, though. This all feels a little too risky.]”

The argument isn't even given a chance to start as I'm coaxed out of my boxers, a light gasp slipping between my teeth as the cool air hits my bare skin. A light blush enters Shizune's cheeks as she begins to toy with me, her soft fingers manipulating my sensitive flesh while her other hand sneaks under my shirt, teasing at my chest.

She locks eyes with me, giving me a light pout while her hand moves along a natural course, an energetic stint in her motions as she strokes up and down. My excitement only grows as she pulls her free arm back and props her head up on it, digging her elbow into my thigh and winking at me.

It isn't long before I'm standing at full attention and her other hand joins in the fun, snaking downwards and caressing each delicate inch while the other playfully squeezes me. All of her attention is brought onto one point as I'm unable to keep from twitching in her warm hands, her dextrous fingers poking and rubbing me in all of the right ways.

One hand begins to grip the chair as I let out a satisfied sigh, the other resting on Shizune's head and brushing a few stray locks of hair from her eyes. She glances up at me with a raised eyebrow before deciding that she's played around enough, adjusting her glasses and leaning even further in. A jolt of pleasure slips through my entire body and my hand stiffens up, my fingers digging into my seat while a soft, warm sensation glides all the way up my length. It travels up and down the sides, across the tip and back to the bottom, a trail of slickness following each motion of her lips.

Upon deciding that I've been thoroughly prepared for the main course, she pulls away and loosens her necktie, undoing the top few buttons of her uniform shirt and just barely revealing the lacy silver border of her bra, the gentle line of her cleavage impossible to hide behind it. Before she begins to devote herself to her work, I receive one last sultry glance – she licks her lips and adjusts her glasses, a few beads of sweat already dripping down the smooth pallor of her skin.

I'm only able to catch a quick look at the top of her head before my eyes clench shut in pleasure, my grip tightening on the chair as I try to hold on to my self control. I'm engulfed in the warm, silken confines of Shizune's lips, being subsequently massaged and stirred around by her agile tongue. She sways in and out, holding me still with one hand while the other grips my thigh for support, the tantalizing motions of her form drawing me further in.

Her voluptuous chest presses against my knee as she pushes herself even further, to the point that a shallow stream of saliva begins to build on her lips and drip down my length. Each quick movement causes me to twitch, and the subsequent noises that follow each lick and smack of her lips only serve to drive me closer to the point of no return. I can feel myself being swallowed up from every angle, squeezed harder and deeper each passing moment, the intensity only growing as I'm pushed over the line.

She pulls away for a few moments to catch her breath, her free hand keeping the rhythm going and only teasing more and more energy out of me. I'm enveloped yet again, unable to control the gratified slew of moans that escapes my throat each time she goes further and further. At this point I can feel myself being pulled into the back of her throat, a sensation that makes it hard to hold on for longer than is necessary to make sure that I don't cause her to drown.

Luckily, she's able to sense when I'm about to finish and allows herself just enough room to... keep her uniform from getting dirty, as it were. My entire body tenses up and I dig my feet into the ground, gritting my teeth and letting everything in me flow out from one point – Shizune keeps at it until the very last drop rests on her tongue, finally freeing me from her lips and carefully swallowing.

As soon as everything is cleared away, she sits back and tries to catch her breath, using a handkerchief from her skirt pocket to wipe a few traces of saliva from her lips. At the same time, I let myself rest in the chair for a while without saying anything, trying to calm down before my own climax causes me to have a heart attack.

“[So, think we should stop making bets like that?]” I ask with shaky hands before pulling my underwear back up, trying not to put too much force on my overly sensitive spot.

She glances up at me, unamused. “[You really are a wimp, aren't you? If anything, that's what happens when you get all your work done on time.]”