Love Lessons by davepepperbury,davepepperbury

“I’m so sorry, Simon. I’ve already agreed to go with Brad, ages ago, before we got together.”

His face fell, and he looked so defeated. Brad, bully-in-chief, captain of the football team. His arch-nemesis. “Can’t you tell him you’re going with someone else?”

“Have you tried saying no to Brad? Besides, you know I’m not comfortable letting everyone know about us.”

Simon seemed to wither in front of her eyes.

“I’m sorry it has to be like this,” she pleased, softly. “School will be over, soon. Then I promise we can be together in public.”

Yeah, right, he thought. How could she do this to me? Isn’t she my girlfriend now? Maybe she’s been playing you all along, the devil whispered in his ear. But he didn’t want to believe it. She’d seemed genuine enough, vulnerable enough, when they’d spent time just the two of them. He understood what it was like to live a secret life. Not long now. And he understood, still, her not wanting to be associated with the geek.

They arrived separately. He wore an ill-fitting suit that he’d borrowed from his father; she in a stunning off-the-shoulder dress, loose to the knee, tight round the waist, accentuating all her best features.

In the darkness, amongst their dancing classmates, he did manage to steal a word in her ear. “Meet me at the Chemistry lab in ten minutes,” he said. “There’s something I need to say to you.”

Curious, she snuck way unseen from the dance floor and made her way through the corridors to the other end of the school where the science block was located. She pushed the door open to find him waiting inside.

“I know you don’t want to be seen with me. That’s okay, I understand. But this is my prom, too, and I want a dance with you.” He started playing a slow romantic song on his phone and pulled her to him.

God, you’re so sweet, she thought, and her heart melted. They moved together, bodies pressed close, and she could feel him tremble, feel his hardness against her hip.

The song ended, and they stepped apart. They shared a brief, almost chaste, kiss. “Thank you,” he said.

“I’d better be getting back,” she said.

“Just a moment,” he countered. “Come here, sit up on the bench.” He lifted her effortlessly up onto the teacher’s desk at the front of the lab, then pulled up a stool and sat directly in front of her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, puzzled.

“Lie back,” he said. “I want to try something.”

Excited, she lay back as he asked, felt his hands glide up her thighs. “Simon, no! Not in school!”

“Don’t you think we have great chemistry together?” he joked. He needed this. Wanted to take her here, on this desk, in the room where he’d first seen her. He tucked his fingers through the band of her white lace thong and drew it down her legs, tucking it into the inside pocket of his suit. “You won’t be needing those.”

“Hey, they were expensive!”

Simon considered the tiny garment. Must be operating on some less-is-more principle, he thought. “Come and find me after prom, you can blow me to get them back,” he teased.

“Simon, what has got into you tonight?” she said. She wasn’t used to this new brash, confident Simon. She decided she liked it – and realised it was her influence that had brought on the change over the past weeks.

“You. You’re in my head. I can’t stop thinking about you. And if I can’t be with you tonight, I want something of you with me.” He leant forwards. “I want to be marked with your scent. I want to walk among our classmates with your juices smeared across my face.” He kissed his way up her thighs, could see this dirty talk was getting her wet already. “Something I can know, and you can know, but they’d never guess.”

“Oh Simon, I…” she began, but that was all she managed before his tongue slipped inside her, and she became incapable of speech.

Simon licked across her smooth skin, tasted deep inside, teased over her clit, pushed his lips and jaw hard against her as he made love to her with his mouth. Claire grabbed his face, pulled him into her, as he ate; she directed him – faster, higher, flick me there – and he obeyed.

This was so wrong, she thought. They could get caught at any moment. Anyone could walk in and find him buried between her legs. It was such a huge turn-on. And what he lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm. He brought his fingers into play as he licked and sucked on her clit, stroking her thighs, probing teasingly at her ass. You want my scent on you, she thought, you’ve got it. She could feel the juices flowing, feel how slick his face had become.

“Come for me, Claire,” he begged. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Soak me, show me how much I turn you on.”

The words called to her, and her body responded as he wanted, covering his face in her pleasure; she clamped her hands over her mouth to stifle the screams of delight as he brought her shaking in a tremendous orgasm.

“Mmmm,” he said, licking the cream from her core. “So much better than I imagined it would be.”

“God, I don’t deserve you,” she said. “You’re so on for that BJ later. But I really must get back now, before anyone notices I’ve been missing.”

Simon watched, sad and yet proud, as she dashed along the corridor. She was worth the secrecy.

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Brad must have seen Simon come back into the hall, because he strode straight over to engage in his favourite hobby: bullying the class nerd. His minions followed him; it wasn’t long before they were saying all the usual mean things.

They grabbed at his suit, one on each arm. “What’s this cheap shit polyester?” they laughed, yanking hard at the material. To his dismay, Simon heard a rip, felt the shoulder give way. Dad’s gonna kill me; he needs this for a meeting on Monday.

“That’s enough!” Claire shouted across the hall, and all eyes turned in her direction. “I’ve had it with this bullshit!”

“Oh, look lively lads, the blowjob queen has arrived!”

“Should we kneel?”

“It’s her that will be doing the kneeling,” Brad said. “Form an orderly queue, she can work her way along. It’s homecumming time.”

“Fuck you, Brad. Fuck all of you,” she spat.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you have, slut,” Brad replied, lip curling in contempt.

“Hey,” Simon said. “There’s no need for that!”

“Who gives a shit what you think?”

“I do,” Claire said. “Simon has more decency in his finger than the lot of you.”

“Weenie little finger,” Brad teased, curling his pinkie by his groin.