Ryan stared at the whiteboard, but all he saw was the flash of Emily's bare ass under her skirt.
His stomach kept flipping between ice-cold dread and hot, shamefully, a burning curiosity.
Every time Emily shifted in her seat two rows ahead, the plaid fabric rode higher on her thighs.
No panties. Leon's voice echoed in his head. Totally normal for her now.
Second period was worse.
He kept picturing Leon's grin.
"Third block. Empty science prep room. I'll help you get her."
The sports-period bell finally rang.
Ryan shot out of his seat, heart hammering. He checked the gym, the track, the changing rooms. No Emily.
Then it hit him.
Third floor. Prep room.
He ran. The hallway was empty, everyone was outside or in the cafeteria.
Room 3-B door was cracked open. Ryan slipped inside and closed it behind him.
Leon was sitting on the teacher's big desk at the front, legs spread, head tilted back, eyes half-closed.
No sign of Emily. Ryan let out a shaky breath. Maybe Leon had been joking.
Leon's head rolled forward. "Oh. You're here."
"Where's Emily?" Ryan's voice cracked.
Leon smirked and patted the desk under him. "Right here."
Ryan's stomach dropped. He stepped closer, slow, like approaching a car crash.
Under the desk, on her knees between Leon's thighs, was Emily.
Her blouse was open, bra pushed up over her breasts. Skirt bunched around her waist. No panties, just like this morning.
Her lips were stretched wide around Leon's thick cock, cheeks hollow, ponytail swaying gently as her head bobbed.
Soft, wet sucking sounds filled the quiet room.
Ryan made a strangled noise.
Leon groaned, fingers lazy in Emily's hair. "Told you I'd help you out, bro. She's been down there ten minutes already. Warm-up."
Emily didn't stop. Didn't even look up. She just kept sliding her mouth up and down, tongue swirling, little hums vibrating around Leon's shaft.
"Look how eager she is," Leon said, voice low. Ryan's legs felt like water. He couldn't move.
Leon's hips lifted slightly. "Deeper, Emily. Show Ryan how much you like him."
Emily pushed forward obediently until her nose pressed against Leon's stomach. Leon held her there, grinning at Ryan.
"See? No gag. Perfect little throat."
He let her up for air. Spit strings connected her swollen lips to the glistening head. She gasped once, smiled blankly, then sank back down on her own.
Ryan's hands shook. His own cock was traitor-hard again.
Leon's breathing picked up. "Almost… fuck… open wide."
Emily pulled back just enough, mouth open, tongue out. Leon stroked twice and erupted. Thick ropes painted her tongue, filled her mouth. She closed her lips around the tip and swallowed in slow, deliberate gulps, eyes fluttering like it tasted amazing.
When he finished, Emily licked him clean, then sat back on her heels, smiling up at both of them.
Leon tucked himself away, zipped up.
He looked at Ryan. "Ask her anything."
Ryan's voice came out a croak. "Emily… do you… do you love me?"
Emily turned her dreamy smile on him. "Of course I do, Ryan. You're my favorite person."
The words hit like a punch and a kiss at the same time.
Leon hopped off the desk. "Stand up, take off everything, lie on the desk. Legs open."
Emily obeyed instantly. Blouse, bra, skirt, socks, everything folded neatly on a chair. She climbed onto the wide teacher's desk and lay back, knees bent, feet on the edge, completely exposed.
Her pink slit was already glistening.
Leon spread her folds with two fingers, showing Ryan. "Still a virgin. Waiting for the right guy."
He looked straight at Ryan.
"Come on, man. I promised I'd help you get her. Take her virginity. She wants it."
Ryan stared at Emily's open body, at her trusting, empty smile, at Leon's hand holding her ready.
His mind screamed run, scream, do something. His feet wouldn't move.
His cock throbbed against his zipper like it had a mind of its own. Leon's grin never wavered.
"Your move, bro."
Ryan's hands moved on their own.
He fumbled with his belt, shoved his jeans and boxers down in one clumsy motion.
His cock sprang out, painfully hard, smaller than Leon's, flushed red and already leaking at the tip.
He stared at it like it belonged to a stranger.
Is this real? Am I actually about to fuck Emily, the girl I've loved since we were five, while she lies brainwashed on a school desk with Leon's cum still on her breath?
The question echoed in his skull, but his feet took one shaky step forward.
Leon's grin widened.
To be continued…
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