Preludes Ch. 09: Oral Reports

Rachel winced and muttered a curse as she slowly pushed herself up off her knees and back into a standing position. As expected, the flesh on her legs had subtle indents from the tiled pattern. But she actually hadn't been down there for very long. She wiped some moisture from her lips and ran her tongue across the corners of her mouth. He'd came fast but he'd sure came a lot. She could still taste him as she swallowed again.

Zachary was finally shaken from his euphoric-daze as he watched Rachel's gaze shoot down to his waist and then back to his face with a funny smirk. Suddenly a bit embarrassed, he realized that he was just standing there naked, his penis hanging softly in its state of satisfied exhaustion. His doubts over his inexperience in this area made his stomach twist a bit, but he brushed them away. He couldn't quite describe it, but he felt like something had changed inside him in a truly irrevocable way.

Within seconds, he managed to pull his pants back up and get himself back into a state of normalcy. He watched as Rachel indicated for him to again go check to make sure the coast was clear. As he slipped out of the stall, he couldn't help but feel a new pep in each step he took. His head was still spinning but he also knew if he walked out of school that day and got hit by a bus, he'd certainly die a happy man.

After a thorough checking, he waved Rachel on and the pair slipped from the bathroom undetected. Rachel made a quick movement to return to the water fountain from earlier to provide her taste buds with a little cool relief and Zachary simply lingered beside her, unsure of what to do next. As Rachel finally rose back up and looked at him, she sighed and felt a subtle grin sneak out.

"So, I take it that was a fair deal?" Her eyes danced with a touch of sarcasm as she surely knew the answer.

Zachary finally found the power to speak and he swallowed hard as he nodded in response.

"Uh, yeah, you could say, um-. Yeah, totally. Totally fair."

Rachel grinned again and rolled her eyes as she took in his jumbled approval. Despite all the dirty wrongness of the act, she felt the early swellings of confidence and power begin to rise. Just like every time she got up off her knees and studied the wide eyes and flushed face of the boy whose world she'd just rocked, she felt suddenly sexy and valuable and needed.

And it was especially vivid in this case. She'd done some pretty incredible things for any number of boys in her past, but she was sure that the level of overpowering pleasure she'd just delivered certainly ranked near the top of her all-time list. Zachary had surely never been with a girl like her, nor had he ever had an experience like that. She'd practically sucked the life out of him in that stall. And even though ultimately it was a particularly cheapening thing that she'd done, in this moment, she was happy she did it.

With a silly smile and a nod of her head, she reached out and touched Zachary gently by his elbow. He flinched yet again at her touch and she looked at him warmly.

"Well, glad it worked out. Remember, you keep this quiet. Our secret, right?"

Zachary couldn't help but glance again at her boobs but he quickly looked back at her face and nodded eagerly. While he'd love to tell his friends or even the whole world, likely no one would believe him. And even if they did, the last thing he wanted to do was jeopardize what was still an ongoing arrangement with the girl who had just made him feel like he was floating on air.

"Oh, of course. I won't tell anyone. I swear to God." He looked at her with his most assuring smile and continued.

"And, um, you know I'm still totally going to do your next report too. So, like, don't worry about that."

Rachel grinned and almost coughed as she rolled her eyes. She laughed sarcastically in her head. Such reassurance had clearly not been necessary. Of all the things in this world that might or might not be guaranteed, Zachary doing whatever he could to get her to give him a repeat performance was pretty much a mortal lock. She rolled her eyes again and started to turn away to head towards the vending machines. She suddenly really wanted a sweet tea.

"Well, we'll see how all that goes." She paused and smirked at him, her eyes dancing with a mischievous sparkle.

"If you do a good job, we can certainly talk..."

A mild tremor tickled through her senses and she watched Zachary's face tighten in response. She could practically feel him getting wound up and aroused all over again. She'd utterly dominated him in that stall but she had a feeling that if they went back into the bathroom right that instant, he'd be ready to go again. She smirked. Oh well. If he held up his end of the bargain, he might just get another chance after all.

With a final friendly smile, Rachel nodded and turned away, leaving Zachary frozen in his stance. He watched her perfectly designed figure glide effortlessly away as she slipped down the hallway in the opposite direction. He shut his eyes and briefly and took a deep breath through his nose. He could still smell the sweet intoxicating scent of her perfume. As the memories swirled through his brain, he opened his eyes with an automatic smile just in time to see her turn and disappear.

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Rachel smirked at the memory of Zachary's face as she stood in her bedroom and continued to flip through the pages from her folder. Of all the questionable things she'd done over the past two months, her "arrangement" with him was solidly near the top of the list. She laughed out loud and shook her head. She'd actually taken that boy into the bathroom and blown him just to get out of an annoying assignment. Was this real life? And had it truly even been remotely equitable?

Well actually, she could at least argue that the answer to the second question had been a firm "yes." And the proof lay in her hands. She finally thumbed back over to the front of the packet and smirked again. She was holding the first assignment that Zachary had done. There had literally been no way she'd have been able to finish it on-time had she not enlisted his help.

She tossed the packet aside and removed the second set of papers from the folder. She knew what was in them so she didn't really need to scan through. It was the second lab report. The one she and Zachary had been "partners" on.

Her stomach suddenly fluttered as she recalled the exact terms of this part of their arrangement. It wasn't enough that he completed the report this time; he also needed to do a good job. Turn in average work and there was no guarantee that he'd be receiving a different kind of "job" again in return.

She remembered vividly the day Mrs. Potter had returned the assignment a few weeks back. She'd already told Zachary that she expected an "A" and anything less would not be earning him any reciprocation. On the other hand, she'd reassured him that if they did get at least a "90", she'd take him after school to a special, secluded spot she knew and suck his dick again. And if he got them a "95", she'd even take off her clothes for him while she did it.

Rachel smirked and thumbed through the pages. She could still picture Zachary's sheet-white complexion as she'd told him the terms and waited for their grade. He'd been tight as a drum as Mrs. Potter had made her way down the aisle of the seats and casually placed the report on the desk in front of them.

That same stack of papers in her hands now, Rachel flipped to the back page, but she already knew what it said. With another smirk and shake of her head, she tossed the report back onto the desk and turned towards her closet to begin getting changed for the evening.

The stapled stack flopped awkwardly onto the desk's surface and skidded over towards a lamp in the corner. The pages were folded in their discarded position but a notation in thick red pen could clearly be seen in the glow of the light:

Great job, guys!

A+ 100%

NEXT -- Chapter 10: Squeals on the Bus