Straight-A Student with a Loose Morals

/please don't take the story seriously, it's just pure mockery, just for laughs/

I am a straight-A student. I did excellently in school. After 9th grade, I went to a college not because I lacked brains, but, on the contrary — because of a very cunning plan to get the profession I wanted.

And I had (and still have) this sort of friend. But not a friend. Like a brother. Like a boyfriend. In short, it's a pain in the ass to figure out who he is to me. Sometimes I want to kill him — he annoys me so much. And other times — you couldn't find anyone closer. And the most interesting thing is that we fuck. A lot. Wildly. Passionately. Everywhere. We got so brazen that we fucked in the classroom, in the stairwell, even at home when his mom was there. And very

many times we were on the verge of getting caught, but we always got away with it.

And now I'll tell you a story that, in my opinion, shows us not just being brazen, but completely fucking insane.

One day after an elective physics class, I was about to go home, and Yegor (my friend-brother-boyfriend-wtf-ever-he-is) called me into the chemistry classroom — to look at the assignments for tomorrow's test. He had swiped the keys. Well, why would I refuse? I only need a 5 (an A).

So, we opened the door. Went in. Yegor on lookout, me — rummaging on the desk. Let me explain, the chemistry classroom is a standard square room, teacher's desk, a demonstration table with an open chemistry textbook, 3 rows of desks, and on the opposite wall, cabinets with books and notebooks. Windowsill and flowers. Standard, basically. I should also describe us. I'm a dyed redhead, not very tall, 19 years old. Normal body: tits, ass — everything's fine. That day I was wearing a black puffy dress, hair down, boots (outside was a pathetic imitation of autumn). Yegor — a bit taller than me, 19 years old, dark hair, brown eyes and a fucking amazing ass (seriously, I'm crazy about his ass! I wish I had one like that!). Jeans, shirt, sneakers (the jeans hug his ass so tight — I'm drooling!)

I'm looking for these damn assignments and I hear — the door being closed tighter. I look up — Yegor is walking towards me.

— What? Is someone coming?

— Nooo, — he smiles, comes closer, puts one hand on my face, squeezes my ass with the other and kisses me. Mmm. I kiss back. I feel his soft lips and hot minty breath again. Damn it, I'm losing my head again. He presses me against the wall and starts groping me openly. Well, what do I do? I, without thinking twice, slip my hand into his jeans and touch his fucking amazing ass.

— Mmmmrr — he exhales into my ear. His hands are already under my dress, his fingers enjoying my wet pussy. I throw my leg over his thigh to make it easier for him. I want to enjoy it. But that doesn't seem to be part of his plan. He turns me around to face the demonstration table, unzips his jeans, hikes up my dress and enters without warning. A moan escapes. At first slowly, but picking up speed with each thrust, he starts fucking me. Ahh. Mmm. Fuck. It feels so damn good. By the way, his dick is just right. And, apparently, while I was rummaging on the table, he aimed for my ass and decided to use it. Well, am I against it? I want to fuck too. His dick was already at attention and happily penetrated my wet pussy. That's where he felt like the master — he discovered these lands, and he was using them. Individually. Yegor sped up. I moaned. This is soooo gooood!

— Aaaah! — Yegor grabbed my hair, bent me over more and started penetrating deeper. I feel his balls slapping my ass. Mmm. Amazing. My hair hurts, but that pain drowns in the pleasure of sex. Moans escape.

And then the door opens and the chemistry teacher — Raisa Ivanovna — walks in. Well, that's it, we're fuuuuucked!

— Look here, Yegor, — as if everything's normal, I orient myself, flipping through the textbook. Yegor in a split second pulled my dress down and put on his jeans, but didn't have time to zip up. I hear him breathing heavily. We both look up at the teacher.

— Oh, Agata, Yegor, what are you doing here? — she was surprised. Her green coat and orange bag somehow don't go together at all. Any other time I would have thought about that, but now I was trying to calm my heart. Useless. I wonder if she realized that a few seconds ago we were fucking here? Out of the corner of my eye I notice Yegor trying to stuff his boner into his jeans. And, I think, he's not doing a great job. Ha, loser.

— We're reviewing. Test tomorrow. And Yegor is on duty today — needs to clean the classroom, — I lie shamelessly. Everything is rushing through my head like a stream. And I myself feel a trickle from my pussy running down my thighs. Fuuuuck.

— I almost came from fear, — Yegor says to me with just his lips. Then Raisa Ivanovna walks out — not an old woman, about 45, with short light hair, an amazing figure for her age and short stature. I wonder, did she really not notice anything or is she pretending?

— Study, study, — she smiled and left.

— Phheeeew fuck! — Yegor exhaled and buried his head in the wall. — That's just fucking insane!

I come up from behind, touch his fly and whisper: "Shall we continue?"

— Are you out of your fucking mind? We almost got busted, fuck!

— Are you going to leave him unsatisfied? — I pouted my lips and headed to the other end of the classroom, to the back desks. I chose a desk that's not very noticeable when you enter the room and sat on the chair. Yegor grabbed a book and came over to me. I stand up, kiss him passionately, unzip his jeans, free his dick and start sucking it. First I run the tip of my tongue along the frenulum, then I take the head into my mouth. I purse my lips and start taking him into my mouth. I taste my own pussy and his own taste — Yegor's.

— Mmm, — Yegor exhaled. — But fuck, someone will come in now and kick us the fuck out! Let's get under the desk.

I crawl under the desk, Yegor sits on the chair and I continue my work. I take his dick deeper, touching the back of my throat, hold it and release it. My pussy is leaking again. And Yegor is already ready to moan with pleasure. He grabs my hair again and starts controlling the frequency and depth. I'm choking, gagging, but I feel how much he likes it. Then the final contractions and I feel something warm pouring into my mouth.

Right at that moment the door opens for the second time.

— Forgot to say, — it's Raisa Ivanovna again (and Yegor barely manages to grab the textbook), — review redox reactions and all reactions with hydrochloric acid. That will be in one of the assignments.

I feel Yegor gasping from the surge of sensations, mixed with fear.

— Okay, — he forces out. Tries to steady his voice. It's not going well.

— Where's Agata?

— She went to get chalk.

Bad. His voice is completely shot — it gives everything away. I swallow the cum and continue slowly sucking his dick. Yegor tries to stop me, but noooo. I continue.

— And what are you studying? — asks Raisa Ivanovna and heads towards Yegor. I instantly release his dick and squeeze as far back under the desk as possible. Luckily, the desks are old, wooden, you can't see anything. I hope. Although I have a gut feeling — we're fucked. Yegor covers his protruding dick and shows her the open page. Fuuuuuuck. Raisa looks, says something else to him and leaves.

As soon as the door closes, Yegor jumps up to the cabinet and starts banging his head against it. Not hard, of course. And I burst out laughing. Lying under the desk, mouth and face covered in cum, and I'm laughing like a maniac. Hysterically laughing. And Yegor is almost crying.

— Fuck all of this! A double fucking heart attack! Just wrap it up for me.

I'm still laughing. Don't even have the strength to crawl out from under the desk. Laughter is tearing me apart.

— What the fuck are you laughing at? — Yegor yells. — I fucking already said goodbye to life in my mind! Get ooout, come on. Now, fuck, sex only at home. Fuck all of this.

He zips up his jeans and comes to help me out. Now he's laughing too. We stand there and laugh like 2 idiots. Idiots who fucked in the classroom. Fuuuuucking brazen.

He dusted me off, we took our bags, and left the classroom, still laughing.

We'll remember this incident for a long time.