Matt
She was a faceless figure dressed in tight black latex and she had me on my knees.
Circling around me, she gently slapped the palm of her hand with a flogger. I couldn't see her actions as I was blindfolded, but my heightened hearing honed in on every noise she made. The hair on my neck instantly stood up and my skin prickled when she leaned in close and whispered into my ear, "I want you to count aloud every time you feel a snap. Understood?"
I gulped and nodded. "Yes."
Crack. I flinched slightly as the flogger made contact with my bare chest. My fingertips ached to nurse where I had just been struck but my hands were bound together with a silky scarf.
"Yes, who?"
"One. And yes, Master."
Her movements stilled but I could sense the smile on her crimson red lips. The satisfaction in her posture as she straightened herself and placed her hands on her slender hips. "Perhaps, next time you will behave yourself, Matthew and not steal kisses until I explicitly instruct you to. Do you understand?"
I hung my head, but the remorseful act was only part of the game. My mouth tugged up into a grin and the erection inside my jeans was rock-hard. "Yes, Master. I deserve to be punished."
Crack.
A soft moan escaped my throat, euphoria coursing through my system. "Two.."
A giggle bubbled from her mouth, and I furrowed my brows, surprised that she would so easily break character. It was also then that I realized I could see her face. She tucked a strand of flaxen hair behind one ear as her expression split into a wide grin. I focused on her, noting the poster of soldiers fighting a bloody battle taped to the wall behind her.
As my hazy fog began to lift, it occurred to me that I had been dreaming and now was very much awake and staring into the smirking stare of Kayla.
Wiping the drool from my mouth, I pulled myself up into a sitting position, noting the twenty heads gawking in my direction. Coupled with several snickers, they were led by Miss Applebee, whose thin lips pressed into a hard line as she narrowed her beady blue eyes at me. "I appreciate the enthusiasm for the US Constitution, Mr. Marcoux but perhaps, you might want to tone it down a bit. This is a school setting after all."
Horror flamed my cheeks upon the realization that my sex moan hadn't stayed within the confines of my dream. I shrunk down in my seat as the sounds of the laughter grew louder. Two boys an aisle over, whom were the most obnoxious of the bunch, bumped fists while trying out new monikers for me such as, "Marcoux the Moaner" and, "Moaning Marcoux."
I almost felt sorry for poor old Jacob for tainting his name. Almost. Let's not forget, I would still be the one shouldering the brunt of the taunts.
Miss Applebee held up her palm. "Settle down, class. That's enough. Now as I was saying, the Constitution has twenty-seven amendments, none of which include the right to doze off in school."
I buried my face in my hands, refraining from groaning and adding another jest to the list. Just one day. I wish just one day could pass by without me somehow making a complete fool of myself or being the laughingstock amongst my peers.
I was so caught up in wading in my pool of pity that it took my brain a second to realize that I had been pelted in the head with an object. Lifting my face, I spied a crumpled-up sheet of notebook paper on my desk. I smoothed out the creases to reveal a message.
Don't be embarrassed. I think you look adorable when you're sleeping.
Crinkling my forehead, I glanced around to see which classmate was the culprit. I immediately picked out the courier pigeon in the form of the bubbly blonde beside me, grinning and wiggling her fingers in a wave.
The corner of my mouth lifted into a smile, and I leaned in close towards her. "Follow me to French class and I can guarantee you'll be lucky enough to catch an encore."
Miss Applebee spun around on her heels, her beady glare etching laser imprints onto my skin. I instinctively straightened my posture and folded my hands together. "Mister Marcoux, is my lecture on the American Constitution that much of a bore to you?" she lectured sternly.
I shook my head wildly, the scarlet hue returning to my cheeks. "No, ma'am. I found the...uh...thing about the bear arms to be quite fascinating, those grizzly beasts. Grr."
Kayla stifled a laugh. "It's not bear arms," she muttered. "It's the right to bear arms."
I furrowed my brows. "Huh? How does being able to show off my arms make any more sense? Was the style of dress really that oppressed back then?"
She slapped her forehead, and I wondered if she regretted penning me that note.
Miss Applebee let out a long sigh, murmuring prayers to the heavens about making it through one more semester before being able to retire. But lucky for the both of us, we were saved by the bell ringing.
I leapt from my chair, almost wishing that I had chosen P.E. instead but Kayla reaffirmed my decision for me. Smoothing out her fitted slacks, she smiled at me. "What do you know? It seems as though you're just as cute when you're awake too. I love the color of your eyes."
I squinted them. "Thanks?"
She giggled, the sound a soft lilt. "It's a compliment." Nudging the strap of her oversize camel tote onto her shoulder, she cleared her throat. "Hey, would you possibly be interested in catching a movie with me Friday night?"
I opened my mouth to politely decline her offer but visions of Vanessa draping herself across Chris' desk in her thigh-baring skirt made me realize that I had no valid reason not to accept the invitation. "Yea, I suppose that would be alright," I replied.
She clapped her hands. "Awesome. Then it's a date, Matt."
My lips parted in slight surprise, and she gave me a wink. "What? You didn't know that your reputation precedes you?"
Vanessa's POV
I watched in disgust as Chris shoved nearly an entire hotdog into his mouth in one bite.
Glancing over, he gave me a quizzical expression before holding out the stub to me. "Oh. Were you hungry?"
Rolling my eyes, I shifted my attention towards the movie screen in front of us and folded my arms over my chest. Any appetite that I might have possessed was instantly lost the moment he stuffed his cheeks to resemble a hoarding hamster. Not that it mattered anyway, seeing as how my oh so considerate date hadn't even had the decency to offer me any of the three hotdogs that he had purchased for only himself.
The theater dimmed as the previews began playing and I might not have even noticed the couple that snuck in front of us at the last minute, had it not been for the blonde giggling while wrapping her arms around her handsome companion and nudging him through the row.
As my sights adjusted to the low lighting, a knot suddenly tugged at my insides. Wait a damn minute. I recognize her date!
With bunched fists, I started to rise from my seat, ready to shout Matt's name. But recalling my aversion to public humiliation, I immediately sat back down and glared at the back of his head as he settled in beside the female, draping his arm around her shoulder.
He leaned in to whisper something into her ear and red immediately clouded my vision at hearing her response of laughter. She sounded like a Barbie doll, and she even looked like one too with her perfectly styled golden waves cascading over the shoulders of her pastel pink cashmere sweater.
Narrowing my eyes, I shifted in my seat, clutching onto Chris' arm and burrowing my head against his neck. We didn't immediately gel into one another, and he felt uncomfortably bony. His gaze remained affixed to the big screen as he reached for his extra-large soda cup.
I knocked the drink from his hand, pulling him closer. The lid instantly broke loose upon the beverage container hitting the floor, sending ice cubes and sticky syrup spilling across the ground. "Hey!" He exclaimed. "What gives-"
I didn't allow him to finish the sentence before pressing my lips firmly against his. "Oh, Chris," I giggled loudly. "You are such an amazing kisser." Then sliding my palm down his chest, I sought out the crotch of his jeans. The twitch of his arousal met my fingertips as I stroked my touch up and down his lap.
Pulling myself away from his mouth, I shot a quick glance over my shoulder in Matt's direction. He was toying with the tips of the girl's hair and smiling. Even though I already had an evil twin out in the world, I briefly questioned if I was the unholy one as I imagined myself hacking off her flaxen tresses. Matt nodded at something she said before turning his head ever so slightly my way.
He slid his gaze back towards the screen before instantly snapping his sights on me again in a double take. His expression immediately darkened, and his jaw dropped upon making eye contact with me as I caressed Chris' face.
I looked away, edging in so close to Chris that I was practically straddling his lap. Then dropping my lips to his ear, I began nibbling on it. In my peripherals, I could tell that Matt was scowling, his stare glued onto me. I could only hope that he was as every bit as jealous as he appeared.
I began rubbing Chris' erection with even more fervor, my fingers fumbling to undo the zipper of his jeans. It was at that moment, that Matt lunged towards his date, capturing her mouth with his. Deciding to up the ante, I breathlessly chose to take a page from my date's book and stuff an entire hotdog into my mouth. Metaphorically of course.
I unclipped the barrette from my hair, shaking out the waves before tossing the hairpiece onto the floor. "Oops," I said a little too loudly. "I seemed to have dropped my clip."
Then dropping to my knees, I positioned myself in front of Chris and spread his legs. I lowered my head to his member, pulling the tip inside my mouth. As I began to suck, relief flowed through me that it was the midnight showing and the only person that had access to my display was the one whom I wanted to witness it.
Afterall, wasn't the saying, "An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth?" The blowjob for a blowjob part was just a bonus.