Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... out of the classroom now – maybe being cross-examined – so I sat next to Greg, avoiding eye contact with Whittleton the whole time.

Greg was nonchalantly typing, not even looking at me. “You… are… trouble,” he said casually in a quiet voice, savoring each word, as he worked.

“Oh, eat me,” I bitterly replied. “Go ahead and tell me I was in the wrong.”

“If I thought you were in the wrong, I would have begun with that,” he said matter-of-factly, then turned and gave me a muted smile. His smiles were always muted. “How ya holding up, kid?”

I rolled my eyes. “That fuckin’ sucked,” I admitted, slumping on the desk.

I felt Greg’s hand supportively rubbing my back. “Now do you see why it’s important to know your limits?”

“Oh my God, fuck you,” I bitterly spat. “Are you seriously turning

this

into an ‘I told you so’ moment?”

“You didn’t wear that shirt because you were doing laundry today,” Gred replied matter-of-factly. Fuck. He could see right through me, and not even in the way I wanted. I didn’t respond, and he gave me another belittling smile. “I know these things.”

“Doesn’t make what he said right,” I said, looking at him but still with my head on my arms, resting on the table.

“You’re right, it doesn’t,” Greg replied, scratching his nose. He turned to the entrance of the classroom, and my eyes wearily followed. Drew was walking into the classroom, and said a few words to Mr. Whittleton. With a sigh, Whittleton got up.

“I’ll be back in a few ...

... minutes. Keep working on your projects,” he told us, then walked out.

I turned back to Greg to see an uncharacteristic twinkle in his eye. “So, you like wearing sluttier clothes now?” he asked with a slight purr to his voice.

I shrugged. “It was an experiment. I guess I won’t be doing it at school if this fucking t-shirt caused a world war.” I looked it over. “It’s just a little tighter. Showing my midriff or my boobs is out of the question.”

“What boobs?” he asked playfully, getting rewarded with a slap from me. “Well hey, if you want to feel better, wanna sneak off and suck my dick?”

“Greg-!” I whisper-exclaimed, nervously looking around the room. Part of me was nervous, but another part of me… it was like I was instantly swimming in a sea of excitement. Even though my face turned whiter than season 2 of The Wire… like, yes, I wanted to suck his dick. I always wanted to suck dick. Plus, who cared if I didn’t? That’s what being a free-use slut was all about.

He didn’t wait to elaborate further. He didn’t even care how it looked that we were leaving the classroom together. He just got out of his seat and said, “Come with me.” Luckily the class was so under-populated that no one sat near us and non one could hear our conversation, so I just meekly followed.

We walked down the hallways, with Greg leading the way and walking with purpose until he reached a bathroom. “Unisex bathroom,” he told me. “Handicap, so it’s nice and roomy too. It got installed this year. ...