“What is it?” demanded Akane in her most irritated tone, at having been disturbed.
“Ah, that is,” Ranma hesitated, rubbing the back of his head. The pressing need in his trousers urging him on against his embarrasment. “There’s something… That is I need to say … This is going to sound weird, but fel… ah…”
“Oh, for… Just spit it out,” Akane insisted and leaned close.
“Right, here goes,” Ranma breathed heavily as his cock pulsing with insatiable need for release. “Fhelatihoh!” He had tried to whisper, but the word seemed to reverberate. He jerked back in his seat and looked around the library with nervous guilt, but nobody seemed to have heard.
By the time he looked back at Akane, she seemed flushed, flustered, and licking her lips as she stared hungrily between him and the table. He looked down and realised that the movement had given her a good hard look at the pole making a tent out of his pants. “Ah, I can explain…” he rambled. “That is… It just… What happened was…”
“You want help with that, right,” Akane accused, as she suddenly crouched down and crawled under the desk. “Idiot. I really want to… I mean, if I really must. Just this once…”
Ranma’s hair stood up as stiffly as his cock. He looked around in panic. “Ah! Akane, what are you doing?”
“Shut up, Ranma,” Akane hissed as she pulled at his waist band. “Lift your stupid butt so I can pull… oh, kami! It’s bigger than I remember!”
“Uh, what?” Ranma uttered stupidly as her hands pulled his shaft free of it’s material restraint. Akane’s fingers fumbled with the hardon for a moment, before sliding it between her warm lips. “Gah!” he demanded in shock. “What are you doing!”
But, of course, Akane was too polite to speak with her mouth full. Besides, actions spoke louder than words. Her tongue and lips might not have much experience, but she was making up for it in enthusiasm. The taste, the fullness, the smell, all assaulted her senses.
Ranma stifled a groan as she pulled on him. He was caught between sweet sensation and the guilty awareness that anyone who walked passed would soon realise that Akane was sucking his dick off. It was, it was…
Much too much intense. He exploded!
Akane gagged as sperm spurted out, but she quickly clamped down as her mouth filled with salty taste. She sucked the cream and groaned in sympathetic orgasm. It was delicious! It was wonderful! It was… it was… was… what the hell was she doing?
Akane pulled away, swallowing and whipping the last drops clear of her lips. A final spurt splattered across her blouse. Her eyes fixed on the object she’d just suckled. It wilted under her gaze. Even as the enormity hit her, she licked her fingers clean.
Ranma sighed as the painful erection subsided. Release had never felt so good. He didn’t know whether it had been because his shaft had never been so hard, or because a girl’s hot mouth had … oh… boy!
Akane pulled herself out from under the table and nervously looked around as she slowly rose. She blushed heavily as her gaze drifted on Ranma, quickly darted away, and wandered back again. She couldn’t bear to look at him. “Ah. Ranma… I… I… I’ve got to go.”
“Akane wait.”
“Shut up, Ranma. I don’t want to hear… don’t you dare say anything about this. I… just shut the hell up.”
“Right,” Ranma echoed as he realised that people were starting to pay attention. Akane hurried away. He looked around, guiltily fumbled his pants back on, and glanced down at the book.
He stared at it unblinking for several minutes.
Looking up, he saw Akane sitting awkwardly at her desk, studiously avoiding his gaze, and staring intently at an upside down encyclopedia.
Looking back down at the book he frowned in contemplation.
Akane was quiet on the walk home. She was blushing in embarrassment, unable to meet his eye, but still seemed unable to keep her puzzled gaze off of him. Her heart beat wildly and the memory just wouldn’t go away.
“Uhm… Akane, about what happened…”
“Don’t mention it, Ranma,” Akane snapped. “I mean it. Don’t ever mention it to anyone!”
“No problem!” Ranma vowed, and began contemplating on various ways his fingers could knot together. “But… about why you…?”
“I don’t know why I let myself enjoy you… I mean; I don’t know what possessed me to give in to those urg… Urgh! I mean; I don’t know what came over me, okay,” she blushed and figdetted.
“Weird. So, you’re not mad at me?”
“Huh? Why would I be mad at you?’ Suspicion crept into her voice.
“Well, because…– I mean, –dur– you always get mad at me. So, uhm, does this mean you liked it?’
“Of course I… You idiot! Look, just… just don’t get your hopes up. It’s not going to happen again. Just forget it! Nothing can make me do anything like that again.”
Ranma slamed his palm into the wall, blocking her path with his arm. She backed against the wall as he leaned close. Her heart started to beat wildly, and crimson blossomed across her cheeks as he met her gaze. “Not even if I were to say, …,” and his breath was hot against her cheek as he leaned into her ear to whisper.
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