But right then, Claire wasn’t finished. She’d seen the massive boner in Simon’s shorts. “Seems I need to re-balance the scales a bit,” she told him, reaching for his shorts.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you only came once, and I lost count of mine. And you’ve seen me naked, but you’re still in your shorts. Let me see that fabulous cock of yours. I have some unfinished business with it.”
“I…”
“I’m serious, Simon. Nobody turns down one of my blowjobs. I let you get away with it once, but never again. Help me get these off you so I can see what I’m dealing with.”
Trembling, he raised his bum off the mattress so she could pull the denim off his waist. His dick was stuck to the material with pre-cum; a bead of it strung out and wrapped over her hand. Simon watched in amazement as she leant over and licked it off. “Yummy,” she muttered. “Got any more?”
Nice cock, she thought. Thick, and a good length. Not the biggest she’d had, by any means, but more than she’d expected. Mind you, all she’d had to go on were the bullying comments from their classmates. She should have known better. What they’d said hadn’t matched the looks she’d snuck at his package over the weeks, or what she’d felt earlier. So she was happy to confirm he had a great dick. And it not being massive meant that what she was about to do would be all the more enjoyable for her, too.
She knelt between his legs, looking up at him with big puppy eyes. “Just a hint for your future,” she told him. “When a sexy, horny girl is kneeling naked in front of you, begging to suck you off, you don’t say no.”
“Noted,” he said; and that was the last intelligible thing he could say for a while, as she locked her lips around the tip of his throbbing cock and started to work her magic. Simon laid back, not wanting to trust his back muscles to keep him upright, and surrendered to the feeling of her tongue exploring his hardness. He was so revved up already that he knew this wouldn’t take long. In the porn he’d watched, he’d seen this go on for ages, as a precursor to having full sex. Now it was happening to him, he couldn’t see how that was at all possible. This wasn’t going to last more than a minute, the pleasure was so extreme, and surely nothing could feel more amazing than this.
Claire tasted his salty sweetness, the underlying meatiness of him, the sticky remnants of his earlier orgasm. God, how she loved sucking cock; having a variety of partners had made her really good at it. It wasn’t for nothing the football club called her the blowjob queen. Giving this much pleasure got her off, that was the truth of it, and without the risk of her getting pregnant or making a mess. The boys were happy enough. Her mouth full of Simon, she reached between her own legs. The soreness of his pummelling had abated, and her clit was begging to be touched again.
“Oh God, Claire, that feels so good,” Simon moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, frantically flicking her clit, racing him. She knew how close he was – she could taste it, could feel his balls starting to constrict.
“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna go off in your mouth!” he said, in a panic. That just made her suck all the harder, pushing him into the back of her throat, down past her tonsils. He watched her eyes bug out, her nostrils flare when she rose back off him slightly to breathe. He couldn’t look away from those eyes. He couldn’t stop it now, even if he wanted to. “Fuck, Claire, I love you!” he screamed, as he exploded into her mouth.
Claire felt his cock pulsing, received his essence gratefully across her tongue. She swallowed, and swallowed again. God, how much can he come second time around, she wondered? She raised back up to the tip of his cock, letting him see her take it, his dick twitching between her lips, and swallowed him down, licking underneath his sensitive spot and encouraging his balls to give her his all. She sucked over the end, let his moist dick fall from her lips, free to drizzle the dregs over her breasts.
It’s not love, she told herself. It’s lust. He lusts after you, like they all do. He’s a virgin, technically still at least; what does he know about love? Heh, even I don’t know what love is; how can he?
CHAPTER FOUR
The train rattled and rumbled through the suburbs. They sat opposite each other, sharing a disappointing railway sandwich and a lukewarm tasteless tea. But it didn’t matter, Simon thought, because he was on his way to Comic-Con with his girlfriend. On a date.
Girlfriend. Date. Oh, how sweet those words sounded.
Not that she’d said that’s what she was, how she saw their relationship, he admitted. But surely, given what they’d done together, they must be boyfriend and girlfriend by now? And after all, she’d asked him along to the convention. She’d even got him the Spider-Man outfit that she’d insisted he change into for the day.
She wants to be with me, and not just for revision. She likes me! It was like a dream. And she wasn’t a goddess. Well, she was, but she was a person too, with feelings and doubts (unlikely though that seemed) and fears and dreams. He didn’t know why he’d been so scared of her.
Claire smiled. Finally, she had a friend with whom she could share her favourite things, without worrying about what he thought of her. To him, she was a real person – not a piece of ass, not a trophy girlfriend, not a fellow bitch. It was liberating. And he was good company, and not actually that bad looking now she was giving him tips on how to dress and fix his hair. For a nerd, he had a rocking body, too.
Once he’d revealed that he’d always wanted to go to a convention one day, she simply had to get him another ticket (and fuck me, how those scalper websites gouged you) and ask him along. But they both had to go incognito; Iron Girl’s reputation was at stake, so Simon would have to wear a similarly anonymous costume so she couldn’t be identified through him. Spidey was the obvious choice and wouldn’t stand out amongst the hundreds of other webslingers that would be there.
Even if there had been hundreds of Iron Girls present, Simon would have had no trouble picking Claire out of the crowd; instinctively he knew her body – the curve of her ass, the fullness of her boobs, the pinch of her waist. He stepped towards her, and she gravitated towards him. Despite having seen her naked, he still struggled to tear his eyes away from the crystal spyhole into her cleavage.
They worked the convention, picking up trinkets, having their photos taken by other members of the public, mixing with the great and the good. Usually, Claire would enter the cosplay competitions, anonymously, but today she wanted to spend the time with her friend – showing him around, introducing him to the low-tier celebrities she knew.
Simon watched her body language as she moved around; normally with a cat-like grace, but she would tremble with excitement when meeting somebody particularly special. She was practically bouncing with joy as they queued for Brie Larson’s autograph, and then Gal Gadot’s. It made him so happy to see her so happy.
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