The toxic scent of various cleaning agents mingling together was inescapable. In such tight confines, it permeated the air and tickled my nose.
Chemicals or no, a supply closet certainly didn’t make for the most intimate of settings. Nonetheless, my heart pounded in my chest. Here I was, alone with Bridget, barely a foot apart from one another.
If I ever had reason to be nervous, it was this. My knees wobbled beneath me, and my palms grew sweatier by the second.
“So…” I muttered, unsure where to look as I did, and thus, settled for anywhere but actually at her.
Could you blame me?
She makes for one intimidating girl. Beauty, popularity, and all that aside, she still towered over me. I wasn’t short for a guy, but she was tall for a girl. If I wanted to look her in the eyes, I would’ve had to look up at her.
Not to mention this was my first time doing anything like it. That went both for anything remotely sexual, and recording someone without their knowledge alike.
“Take your pants off. I want to get this over with as quickly as possible.”
Wow. She really couldn’t have said that any less enthusiastically. If someone were to be listening, they would think I held a gun to her head. They’d have no clue she was the one who initiated this, who offered to do it for me.
That was, of course, if that was her actual intentions. This being a trap still seemed more likely than the alternative. And in that case I had to be careful.
“Just be clear YOU want to give ME a blowjob, right? You, Bridget, are going to suck me, Joseph, off, all of your own volition?
My words couldn’t have sounded more suspicious if I tried. She, for whatever reason, didn’t bat an eye at them. Then again, maybe I only thought they were suspicious because I was aware of the fact I was recording.
Whatever the case, any concern I might’ve had for my wording fled me. The reason for that, however, was not so simple.
The feeling of something being off returned with a vengeance. The hairs on the back of my neck went stiff. What’s more, a momentary wave of lethargy hit me. Then, just like that, it was gone. Mostly because Bridget’s response gave me something else to focus on, though.
“That’s why I brought you here, isn’t it?” The girl huffed impatiently. “Come on, take out your willy already.”
Who calls it that at our age?
“I swear, if I get marked down for being tardy because of you… And you better not cum on my face, or my clothes. It’s a pain to clean up, so I’ll just swallow.”
HOLY SHIT!
Not in my wildest dreams could I have expected her to say anything more perfect than that. If this was a trap after all, I had everything I needed. Whatever humiliation she intended to reap onto me, I could hold the recording against her to keep it at bay.
Of course, that was without taking her boyfriend into account, but I wasn’t all that worried about him. Sure, if that outcome came to pass, it would be painful as hell. It would also be far more rewarding in the long run.
How much would his parents pay me not to press assault charges, I wondered.
Fed up with me just standing there like a moron, Bridget reached for my belt.
Oh, we were actually going this far…
A gasp tore from my throat as she undid the buckle and pulled down my pants. It took her little time to have them down around my ankles. Clearly, she was already quite familiar with such things. Her reputation wasn’t for naught after all.
“Hold on a second.” I stopped her before she could fish my cock out of my underwear.
If that was how far she wanted to go in her trap, I wasn’t going to stop her before inevitably turning the tables on her. I just had to make sure my phone was still recording audio properly first.
To that end, I gingerly stepped out of my pants, picked them up and placed them down on a nearby shelf. There, that way the rustling of fabric wouldn’t drown out anything said.
Bridget gave me a strange look, one part curiosity, the other impatience. Thankfully, she didn’t say anything about it, no doubt simply thinking I was a weird guy. Instead, she shrugged it off and glanced down at my crotch.
In real time, I watched as her eyes lit up at the sight of me. Talk about a way to stroke my ego.
Even with my tight boxer briefs still on, it was clear that I wasn’t anything to scoff at. My bulge stuck out like a sore thumb, the cotton stretching to contain me. I wasn’t even hard yet.
As great as that appreciation made me feel, I was happy for another reason too. As chance would have it, I wasn’t wearing one of the childish, cartoon pairs of underwear Mum bought for me. Considering over half my wardrobe consists of them, luck wasn’t on my side to begin with. All’s well that ends well, or so they say.
Speaking of which, I’m left speechless when Bridget drops to her knees in front of me. She’s not actually… Is she?
The cold tile beneath her bare knees must not have made for the most comfortable resting place. Still, she didn’t bat an eye. Not at that, and not at reaching forward and fishing my cock out of my boxers.
So… Wow! This was actually happening.
A part of me couldn’t believe what was happening. How could I? I thought for sure that this had to be a trap, but with every passing second, that seemed less and less likely.
The final nail in the coffin came when her fingers wrapped around my shaft. Slowly, just like that she stroked me to full hardness.
What did I do in a past life to deserve this? It boggled the mind.
Now, I was actually starting to feel a little bad for the recording. If, for whatever reason, she had a flight of kindness and decided to blow me, she didn’t deserve that. I totally betrayed her trust.
Oh, well. I could always delete it later if nothing truly happened. She never had to know. Better to play it safe than be sorry.
There was, of course, still the possibility of her boyfriend catching us. That said, I wasn’t all that worried about it. Call me crazy, but I was feeling optimistic for once. A feeling that didn’t even come close to eclipsing my excitement.
My heart thundered in my chest. There was no denying it now, not as she worked me harder and faster with every moment that passed. My heart pounded so fast I could hear the beating in my ears.
The pleasure was undeniable too, so much better than my own head. Overwhelming almost, to the point of lightheadedness. My legs wobbled beneath me so much that I needed to grab onto the shelf to steady myself.
Then, Bridget leaned forward. Time slowed to a crawl. Every second of her lips moving closer and closer drew out, feeling like an eternity. Eventually, though, it happened. She kissed the tip of my penis, sending a shudder down my spine. Of course, that sensation was immediately beaten by that of her lips sliding around my rock-hard cock.
That brings me to the present, only a few seconds or so from there.
***
Here, I stand, with my underwear around my ankles. Most importantly, though, with the most popular girl in school. Together, and all alone in the janitor’s closet. A girl who’s not only kneeling before me, but who, at this very moment, is sucking my cock like her life depends on it.
To think how jealous I was of the things those guys said. All I needed was to be a little patient, but in my defence, who in their right mind would’ve expected this outcome? Not me, that’s for sure.
All thoughts of her boyfriend, or the potential blackmail are long gone from my mind. I couldn’t care less about any of that. All I know in the moment is the pleasure of her mouth, working me alongside her hands.
God, she’s so good at it!
Up and down she strokes me. Up and down her head bobs, taking me into her mouth. Her oh, so warm and we mouth.
“Fuck…” I groan.
No part of my cock is left to its own devices. She knows just what to do, and when, reading me like a book.
Her grip tightens around me, her mouth slathering me in hot, wet affection. I don’t know how long I’m going to last, but I’m sure I’ll love every second of it.
It’s clear just how experienced she is. Even a virgin like myself can tell that. There’s no awkward fumbling, no unsure motions. She must’ve done this a hundred, if not thousands, of times before.
That’s not all, though. No, what really stands out the most is her eagerness. Given how bratty she was about the whole thing early, I didn’t expect that.
No longer does she act like it’s some big burden she’s undertaking. That disappeared the moment she had my cock between her lips. Now her eyes shine with delight, and the few times she lets my cock fall from her lips, there’s a smile pinned to her face. A genuine one, unlike any I’ve seen on her before, in passing.
A sound, part chuckle, part moan, slips from my lips. It doesn’t surprise me that a girl with her reputation enjoys giving head. It does surprise me a little that she enjoys giving it to ME of all people, but still.
She really is quite the slut, isn’t she? The rumours weren’t all entirely wrong, it would seem. I don’t mean that in a bad way, either. No, on the contrary, I do love myself a good, perverted slut. And knowing she is one lets me relax greatly.
All my worries flee me. In this moment, I don’t have a single care in the world. I simply stand there, letting her do her thing and enjoying it to my heart’s content.
Saliva coats both my shaft and her chin. All kinds of lewd sounds fill our cramped surroundings. Sucking and slurping, to name a few. All are music to my ears. I’ve heard nothing like it, not in real life at least, only porn.
That doesn’t have anything on this, though. As expected, everything’s better experienced in person.