Study Buddies

Study Buddies Ch. 08:

Finishing Strong

All I want to do is surrender

Tags:

Non-consent

Reluctance

Seduction

Submission

Domination

Public

Exhibitionist

Jake and I stood in front of a bookshelf in the Sunday School room at church. Both of our laptops were sitting on the shelf. My computer displayed my final story, cued up to be read. Though we were a little early, Jake opened the Zoom meeting on his computer. As our faces appeared on the screen, I giggled, "Hi Jake." It was silly to be looking at each other via screens when he was standing right behind me in real life.

"Are you ready for the most exciting class of your life?" he asked, with a mischievous grin.

"I'm extremely nervous. I'm worried we'll get in trouble. Do I have to go through with this?"

"If you don't present your final story, then you'll fail the class. Personally, I don't care about grades, but I know passing is very important to you."

"I'm just so anxious! What if I didn't read my piece and took an incomplete instead? I could write a more appropriate story tomorrow and turn it in late. I'd still pass the class."

"No you wouldn't. That won't work because today is the professor's last day before he leaves on sabbatical. He won't have access to the internet all summer. If you don't read your story now, then you will fail and have to tell your parents and your fiancé why."

"I feel like I'm about to have a panic attack. Please, don't make me read it."

"You already agreed to do whatever I want. Remember? At the beginning of this course, I told you I would help make you a better writer if you would do whatever I wanted. Like a good student, you agreed, and I'm pleased that you kept your promise. You did whatever I wanted. And you liked it, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"I also kept my end of the bargain. You are, indeed, a better writer now. All that's left is to share your writing with an audience."

"But..."

"Oh, look. The other students are logging on. I'm going to admit them to the meeting."

One by one the faces of the other students appeared in little squares on the screen.

When all of them were present, Jake announced, "The professor will be late today because he has a slight scheduling conflict. He asks for your forgiveness, but said it couldn't be helped. He asked me to host the class to get us started. He'll join us as soon as he is able. As you all know, this is our last class meeting of the term and our final project is for each person to read a small excerpt from the story that best represents the progress they've made as a writer. Now, is there someone who would like to volunteer to go first?"

He waited. There was silence.

"That's what I expected. I know everyone is nervous to read in front of an audience, so to break the ice, my partner, Cindy, will go first."

I gasped. I hoped no one heard how terrified I sounded when he selected me to go first. I felt like I was going to faint. I was perspiring so much, I could feel sweat trickling from my armpits. I shifted uneasily. I glanced at the second laptop on the shelf where we had the story set up on the screen. It was ready. But I wasn't.

While I stalled, Jake introduced my project, "Cindy's story that takes place on a Zoom call. After all, the professor told us to write from personal experience, so she chose a setting we've all become quite familiar with these days. The story is a monologue. A girlfriend is addressing her boyfriend directly via Zoom. I'm going to mute everyone so there are no issues with interruptions. We certainly hope you find it appealing. Cindy, please begin."

Jake stepped to the side, out of view, leaving me to begin on my own. He grasped my hand and squeezed it. That gave me the modicum of comfort I needed to start. I took a deep breath and began to read.

"Hi, Paul. It's nice to see you, though I wish it was under happier circumstances. Thanks for agreeing to meet with me. I know it's been a while since we've talked, and even longer since we've been able to meet together in person. Gosh, this is awkward doing this via video chat, but I guess this is how it goes during a pandemic.

"Look, Paul, there's something really important I want to say to you. There's no easy way to do this, so I'll just cut right to the chase.

"No, let me talk, please. You're a really great guy, and I like you a lot--I really do--but something's come up. Or, someone, rather. I met someone else. I know. I know. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for this to happen. It wasn't planned. I wasn't looking for anyone else. It just sort of happened. It was entirely unexpected.

"No, no, no, please don't get upset. Please, Paul. It will be okay. I promise. You'll be fine without me. Maybe you'll even be better off without me. Maybe you'll meet someone new too, someone who will love you and want to be with you. But I'm not that person. I'm just not. I thought I was. I thought I loved you. And maybe I did. I don't know. I wanted to. You seemed perfect for me. We seemed perfect together. But then I met someone else. Someone very different. I'm sorry.

"Listen, I'm not sure this is a good idea, but we talked it over and he'd like to meet you. He's here with me now. I want to introduce you to him."

Jake stepped back into view and waved at the camera over my shoulder.

"Paul, I'd like you to meet Jake. Jake, this is Paul.

"Sorry. I know this is awkward. I hope that wasn't too abrupt. I was just thinking that it would be easier for you to know what he looks like, instead of wondering if every man you see might be him. Sometimes not knowing can be harder than knowing. Your imagination can start to get the better of you and you wonder about all these crazy possibilities. It can drive you absolutely mad. Better to rip the bandage off from the start.

"Huh? What? Seriously? You want to know what he has that you don't? That's a dangerous question, a bit of a rabbit hole too, if you're not careful."

Jake pushed into me from behind. I could feel his bulge pressed into my rear end. It made me inhale suddenly. It was embarrassing, but at least no one could see what he was doing because only our faces were in view of the camera. I tried to ignore him and continued reading.

"Really? You really want to know what he has that you don't? It might hurt you to hear my answers. Are you sure you want to know? Well, if you really want me to answer that question, I will. Okay, but remember, you asked. I was going to spare you the pain. You're the one that wanted to know. All right, here it goes."

Jake grabbed my bottom with both hands and squeezed. I bit my lower lip to keep from yelping. Then, he started to knead my butt cheeks. I knew no one could see what he was doing, but I was still embarrassed. I didn't want to reveal his actions from my facial expression. Instead, I tried to remain calm and kept reading my story, as if nothing was happening.

"What I like about Jake is that he is very confident. I don't think I've ever met anyone so self-assured. He doesn't come across as arrogant, but he is absolutely certain of himself. And as you know, I'm full of doubts and frequently second guess myself. He can sometimes be blunt and even inappropriate, but he's always confident. I just need someone who can take charge, can make decisions easily, and determine the proper course of action. I need a real man, and Jake is most certainly a real man."

Jake's hands were then lifting my skirt up so he could knead the bare flesh underneath. It made me want to squirm, but I tried to keep still and keep my expression constant. I bit my tongue. It was totally inappropriate, but it felt really good. My breath quickened. I inhaled, and kept reading.

"No! I wasn't implying that you're not a real man, Paul. That's not what I meant. Of course you are. You're a man who studies accounting and goes to church. A man of God. You're a good man. Any girl would be lucky to be with a man like you.

"Jake, however, is different. He has a way of getting what he wants. He lines up his target and he goes for it. And he always hits the mark. When he wants something, he doesn't let anything get in his way. Nothing will prevent him from realizing his desires. It's just in his nature, and it seems to be a recipe for success. He always gets exactly what he wants."

Jake's hands reached into my panties. His hand slid down my butt crack and found my slit. I inhaled deeply, and tried to concentrate on the words on the screen. He wasn't making it easier to read this already difficult story. He wedged his foot in between my feet and started pushing my legs apart, forcing me to open my stance to keep my balance. I tried to stifle a whimper. I hoped no one heard that. I took a deep breath and continued.

"Jake has opened me to so many new things. He's introduced me to new experiences. I'll admit that some of them have made me quite uncomfortable, at first. Some were quite unexpected and more than a little morally questionable. I've felt quite uneasy, at times, but as things progress, I've learned that many of those new experiences can be quite enjoyable. He's pushed me to open up and he's taught me to have a lot of fun along the way."

Jake's fingers were stroking my labia. He'd slid up my seam, opening me to him, and then traced his fingers back down. He was making me very wet, and his fingers were already slick with my excitement. I tried to control my breathing, but I was beginning to pant. His other hand slid up my blouse and unhooked by bra. Then, he reached around the front and began to massage my breasts. He was making it harder and harder to focus on my story.

"Yes, Paul, you're right. We did many things together, too. We prayed together. We read scripture together. We'd talk about our classes. That was nice, right? That was good to do... Jake is good to do, too... I mean, Jake and I do good things, too.

"Like what? Well, we've had deep discussions about free will, the role of religion in society, the origin and function of morality, sources of pleasure... Oh! Oh!"

Jake inserted a finger into my vagina and squeezed my nipple at the same time. I couldn't contain myself. Then he pushed a second finger inside and began to roll my nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled my panties down to my ankles. I felt so exposed even though the other students couldn't see my underwear stretched between my legs and his hands rummaging under my clothes, caressing my sensitive flesh.

"Sorry. I don't know what came over me just then. I just felt a little something. I guess I was remembering what else he taught me. Oh, mmm. Yes, that's it. Yes. Jake has introduced me to new activities.

"Like what? Oh, mmm, yes. Oh, yeah, I remember. He's helped me learn to enjoy exercising. Yeah, exercise. It's super important to stay in shape, you know, and he's paid a lot of attention to my shape. I mean, he's helped me stay in shape. He's got a great shape, too. I mean, he's in really great shape! Yes, he is! Oh my gosh!'

Jake's fingers had found my clitoris and were making small circles around my sensitive nub. I was having a very difficult time concentrating on the script. Unable to keep my eyes focused on the screen, I was then having to ad lib, even though the words were there in front of me. My pussy was sodden and my nipples were erect and hard. To the extent that my eyes could focus, I could see in my image on the screen that my pupils were dilated and my cheeks were flushed. Jake pushed his hard cock in between my legs, sliding his length along my slick labia. Oh my God! Could they tell what was happening? Did they know that I was on the verge of climaxing? I was so embarrassed by what he was doing to me, while they watched and listened to me. What must they be thinking of me? What was Jake thinking?!

"Have we been inappropriate? That's a bold question! And kind of personal, don't you think? You really want to know?

"Well, okay, then I'll tell you. Yes. Yes, we have. Yes, we've done it. I know, I know. That wasn't the plan with you. But with him, I couldn't say no. I couldn't resist. When he got me to show him my body--yes, I showed him my body. My heart was pounding, but the butterflies in my stomach weren't just nerves, they were also excitement. It was thrilling to pose for him, to show him myself. And when he showed his body to me? Oh, my gosh! My brain short-circuited. Like I said, he's a real man..."

Jake was then pushing his hard cock against my vulva. The pressure was beginning to separate my labia, opening me to his insistent intrusion. The pitch of my voice was getting higher and higher, and my words sounded breathless.

"When he seduces me, all I want to do is surrender. He has a way of making me want to do anything he wants. He just creates such a strong desire in me, a desire to please him in any way he asks. I want him desperately. I'll do anything for him, with him, to him. Anything. Oh, my gosh! Ah!'

Jake's cock pushed forward, parting my outer labia, sliding past my inner labia, expanding my vaginal canal as his girth filled my hole. My muscles stretched before his size, welcoming him inside of me, filling me with contentment, endorphins and flesh. Completing me.

"Yes, Paul. I know this is hard. I'm sorry for you, but I'm happy for me. Yes, we are intimate. Yes! Oh my gosh, yes! I give him myself willingly. I was naïve before--and hesitant--but now, I want him. I want all of him. I want more, and more, and more. Yes, give it to me! Ahh!

Jake was thrusting into me rapidly and forcefully. I had completely given up on reading. My body was being slammed and I had to brace myself against the bookshelf. I could feel the oh-so-familiar sensation of an orgasm building towards an inevitable climax. I was losing it. I couldn't continue with the story and I couldn't stop the wave that was welling up inside me quickly.

"Oh my gosh! Anyway, I'm sorry, Paul. I didn't intend to be cruel. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean to. I wish you the very best. I have to go now. I have to go. Sorry, we have to finish right now! Bye!'

I hung my head below the level of the camera and held on to the bookshelf for support.

Jake stepped in. "I apologize but we're running short on time. We'll have to cut you off right there and move on to the person. Who would like to go next? Oh, look at that, the professor is here. Let me just admit him and then he can take over the class again. Hello, professor!"

"Hello, Jake. Thanks for filling in. I apologize for my tardiness, everyone. Couldn't be helped. Now, where are we? What did I miss?"

"Not much," answered Jake. Cindy is just finishing. The next person is about to start. I'll mute myself now and you can take over."

As soon as Jake clicked mute, I groaned loudly, drowning out the voice of the next student as she began reading her story. "What are you doing?!" I wailed. "I couldn't concentrate on my story with you doing that to me."

Jake thrust into me hard from behind. The force made me lurch forward. I braced myself. The bookshelf shook.

"You didn't get to the part of the story where you told Paul how I taught you to play with your pussy for me." He groaned as I moaned. "You didn't tell him that you learned how to suck my dick." He grunted as I whimpered. "You omitted how I fucked you so good that you had multiple orgasms, cumming all over my hard cock. One thing this real man has that he doesn't---a hard cock that can make you cum over and over again."

He had pushed me past the point of propriety. "Yes, Jake! Yes! Fuck me with your hard cock! Make me cum. I'm so close. I'm going to cum! Oh Lord, I'm close! I'm about to cum! Oh, oh, oh! Ahh!" My eyes rolled back in my head, I screamed, and my body shuddered. My vagina exploded. I felt my pussy convulse and gush, clenching around his thickness.

"Oh fuck, me too! I'm going to cum, too. I'm going to cum. I'm gonna... Ahh!" Jake groaned, his deep voice growling like a wild animal.

I felt his cock swell up inside me and jerk. Sperm surged out of his swollen head, deeply into my womb. "Oh, yes, that feels so fucking good! Yes! Give it to me. Fill me." My body tensed and trembled with another orgasm, my vagina pulsing and dripping. "Ahh, yes!" My legs shook and my limbs weakened.

Jake held me upright in his powerful arms. We panted together, sweaty and spent. After a moment, my breath stilled and I regained enough strength to stand on my own accord. Jake's penis slipped out of my soaked vagina. The plug gone, our mixed juices dripped down the inside of my thighs. I turned and buried my face in his chest. He wrapped me in his arms.

"I can't believe you did that while they were watching! That's so embarrassing!"

"Why? Are you worried your writing contained errors?"

"Who cares about errors in my writing? We were having sex in front of the entire class while they watched! I'm sure they could tell what we were doing. Now, I can't show my face in that school ever again. What am I going to do?"

"Yes, I'm sure it would have been obvious if I hadn't turned off the camera after you finished reading your story. As for what you'll do next, I think you need to call Paul and read your story to him."

"Do you think he'll notice any errors?"

We both laughed.

"Not a chance."

"That's because I had the best tutor a girl could hope for. Thanks for being my study buddy, Jake. I can't wait to give you my next submission." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

*****

The End

Study Buddies Ch. 08

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