Paul
Paul’s body tenses, his every nerve, every fibre of his being, on edge. He doesn’t dare so much as try to move a muscle. He can’t, even if he wants to. The young man fears that even the slightest movement will break the spell Joseph wrought.
He can barely believe what his eyes see. There, she is, kneeling before him, the sluttiest girl in school. Maybe the second sluttiest, that’s up for debate. The competition between her and Bridget is fierce. He’d put his money on Jasmine, though.
Speaking of the girl, her bored, tired eyes stare straight ahead, glued to his crotch. That indifferent expression, like he is a worm not even worth his time, does wonderful things to him.
A shiver runs down his spine. He can imagine it now, her telling him what a pathetic loser he is. Even just that thought leaves him stirring in his pants. Pants that she pulls down around his ankles.
He shifts only slightly to help her get them there. Sitting in the middle of the mall, wearing only his tighty-whities from the waist down is so strange. No one bats an eye, though. Whatever power his best friend wields is more than a little thorough.
The friend in question, the one responsible for this tide of fortune, bless his heart, is… somewhere. Paul’s not quite sure where. To be fair though, his mind is otherwise occupied.
His underwear joins the pants around his ankles. Even with his half-erect penis on full display, Jasmine doesn’t say anything. She simply glances at it, unimpressed.
He doesn’t blame the girl. He’s nothing special down there. Somewhere around average. It’s not like he’s measured it… or so he claims.
The truth of the matter is he has, many times in fact. That’s not something he shares with anyone, not even his best friend. A guy like him, so gifted in that department, wouldn’t understand.
That alone is reason to be jealous of Joseph. Now he has all this free use stuff going on. Some people are just born lucky. He doesn’t mind too much, though, not with how intent Joseph is on sharing this new gift of his. And besides, that inferior, less-than feeling such things spur, now that’s Paul’s jam.
“Tell me I’ve got a pathetic cock!” He demands, swept up in the heat of the moment.
It’s not until the words have left his mouth that the fear hits him. Did he screw up? It’s Joseph, not him, who can get away with doing whatever he wants.
His heart lurches. The other shoe will drop any moment now; he knows it…
And yet, no such thing comes. Instead, Jasmine’s fingers curl around his manhood. She glances up, dark eyes staring at his face. While the boredom and tedium still remain on her face, there’s a look of something else. Curiosity… maybe even a little disgust?
The latter sends a shiver down his spine. Yes, that’s what he likes. More, he wants more!
“Your penis is so small… so pathetic-looking.” She insults him; the words sound awkward on her lips, as if she’s unsure about them.
Or at least that’s the case at first. The more she goes, the more she gets into it. Maybe even a little too much, but he doesn’t mind. In fact, he loves it.
“It makes sense why you’d ask out someone with my reputation. No one else would touch your sorry excuse for a penis. You’re so pathetic. You couldn’t even ask me to cheer you up yourself. You had to get your friend to ask me to suck you off. What a coward.”
Paul’s cock twitches and throbs in her hands. The words alone are enough to get him fully hard.
“Fuck, yes… keep going…” Paul pants.
She’s not even begun stroking him, and already he’s breathing deep. The former of which soon changes. Her hand works up and down his shaft, in small… unsure motions.
Huh, that’s odd.
A confused look blooms across his face.
Jasmine, meanwhile, goes on, just like he wants. “I bet you couldn’t even make a girl cum. Then again, I doubt your loser-ass will ever get the chance to find that out. No one will want you to stick this pathetic little thing inside them. Hand and mouth action is the most you’re going to ever get. You should be thankful I’m debasing myself so much by do this for you. If your friend wasn’t so cute I’d have said no. Maybe I should let him fuck me after I’m done here.”
Her eyes glint with perverted delight. Bit by bit, her tired, bored facade cracks. The corners of her mouth tug up with every word issued, every insult hurled.
Still, her hand works him, up and down. A handjob, however, is not why she’s here. It isn’t what she was asked to do. And as such, the time for more draws near.
Jasmine leans forward. Inch by inch, her lips move through the air towards him. He watches with bated breath.
Finally, her soft, glossy lips caress him. A shudder of pleasure shoots through his body. It might be only the briefest of touches, a faint kiss on the tip of his penis, but boy does it feel good.
More and more kisses pepper his shaft. They’re faltering and unsure. Every now and then, the girl hesitates for some unknown reason. It’s not quite what he’s expecting, but he doesn’t complain. He barely even notices it, given how good her touch feels.
All around the pair, the rest of the mall still goes about its business. More and more shoppers pass them by, and yet not one bats an eye. To them, a girl giving some guy a blowjob in the middle of the mall is the most normal thing in the world.
“God, you stink. Do you ever wash your nasty, little penis? I can’t believe I’m going to put this thing in my mouth. Eugh.” Jasmine groans, but the indifference in her tone has bled away.
There’s no hate, not even any disgust in her words. It’s clear, even to one so inexperienced as he is, that this is turning her on.
That revelation is akin to a bomb going off in the young man’s head. Could this girl be any more perfect?
If only she gave him a chance. He wishes it were so. The two of them would be so good for one another. Alas, it’s not meant to be. He must settle for this blowjob, at least for now. In the future, with his friend’s gift and charitable nature, that may change.
Speaking of the blowjob, Jasmine deems it time to finally slide her lips around his cock. This is no mere kiss. She actually takes him into her mouth.
That said, with his size it should be much of a challenge. Not for a slut like her. The truth of the matter is, she doesn’t make it look easy.
Teeth grate against his sensitive flesh in an unpleasant way, and she gags a bit, every now and then. As the seconds pass, that changes, becoming less and less so, but still…
Realisation dawns on him.
“Have you ever given a blowjob before?” He asks.
Jasmine’s under no compulsion to answer that question, not like she would be if Joseph asked it. Thankfully, though, her response tells him everything he needs to know.
Jasmine tilts her head up, eyes locking onto her. Her brow furrows, and briefly she pops his cock out to snap at him. “Shut up.”
That’s not a yes or a no, but it may as well have been. He recognises the look of insecurity on her face well enough.
The girl is no slut. There’s no way in hell one would give a blowjob like this. Then, how did she get her reputation? The things the kids at school say about her give Bridget’s rumours a run for the money, and those are definitely anchored in reality.
Still, she sucks him off, even as this revelation bounces around in his head. All the while, her efforts are awkward, to say the least. That’s not to say they aren’t pleasurable or enjoyable, but awkward nonetheless.
If she’s this bad at giving head, does that mean she’s a virgin too? He’d put his money on it. Then again, he really thought she was as big a slut as the Queen Bee herself.
That said, Paul doesn’t let this new information get him down too much. While her not being a slut might not be what he wanted, the blowjob still feels amazing. She still gives it everything she has, sucking on his cock.
What’s more, she learns quickly. Her efforts improve with every passing second. Again and again, her head bobs on his cock, taking him all the way into her mouth. That’s not saying much, though, given his size.
His pleasure builds. Beneath him, the wood of the bench creaks as his fingers clutch the edge, knuckles going white. Moans fall from his lips, an odd sound amid the buzz and chatter of the mall.
His eyes remain fixed on her, unable to look anywhere else. It helps that she stares back up at him even as she slathers his cock in spit and saliva. Neither breaks eye contact.
“My jaw’s getting sore.” She takes a brief pause to complain. “Are you getting close? Let’s just get this over with. Cum already.”
Yet, despite her words, the look in her eyes contradicts them. She doesn’t want this to end so quickly. Not while she’s enjoying it.
Even if he could hold out much longer, Paul doesn’t think he has the willpower to say no to a girl ‘begging’ him to cum.
Her mouth slides back around his cock, sucking hard one last time.
The pleasure rises to an unbearable height.
“Fuck!” He cries out. “I’m cumming. Swallow every last drop of my cum, you dirty slut!”
Jasmine’s nostrils flare and her brow furrows. Yet, his calling her that makes her eyes shine.
She doesn’t hesitate. Her lips wrap around the base of his cock, holding tight onto him. As much as she thinks she is, she’s not prepared, not entirely, for what comes.
A spray of cum fills her mouth. His load hits the back of her throat with quite some force. She coughs and splutters. As much as she swallows, more dribbles from her lips too, unable to take it all as directed. She even spits some out.
“Oh God, that’s nasty.” She whines.
Her arms shoot up, wiping her chin line with the backs of her hands.
Paul, meanwhile, leans back on the bench, without a care in the world. A giddy little grin stretches across his face, eyes staring off, half dazed.
“Well…” Jasmine stands back up and dusts off her knees. “If you’re all cheered up, I’m going to go back to work.”
He doesn’t notice it, however. A look of conflict is written across her face as she pries herself away from him. She’d rather stay and spend more time with him. Unfortunately, though, she was only asked to do this. Her boss wouldn’t appreciate her ditching work like that.
Paul doesn’t say anything; he simply gives her a limp wave. He would remain there, content to bask in his bliss forever, if not for one thing. The realisation of which shoots through him like lightning.
He’s still half naked, his flaccid penis out for everyone to see. And unlike Joseph, that’s not something he can just get away with when the effect wears off.
As if someone lit a fire under him, he jumps to his feet. In a matter of seconds, both his underwear and pants sit back up around his waist.
A quick glance around his surroundings, and he lets out a sigh of relief. No one noticed. He’s not in trouble.
He really owes his friend one. This was amazing. He’s sure he’s going to owe him a lot more in the future too. If only there was something he could do to pay him back, but he can’t think of anything.
There’s little point worrying about it, though. Paul knows Joseph well enough to be sure that he isn’t doing this because he wants anything out of it in return. Well, nothing other than their continued camaraderie, and so that’s exactly what the young man will give him.
Friends to the end.