The Tease

And Mark had seen it all. I think a few other people too, but I didn't really care. I'm a tease, after all. The whole point of that display had been to flaunt it and not care. Right?

Then suddenly Mr. Hendricks was standing over me. "Ms. Hanson?"

I sat up suddenly. "Um, ya?"

"Mind taking this off my hands?" he asked impatiently. Only then did I pry my attention away from Mark and see he was holding out a piece of paper. Oh, right. He was returning last Friday's quizzes.

By reflex, I reached for it with my dominant hand. When my hand reached out to accept the paper, it was still glistening wet with my juices. I think he noticed. Hard to say. For sure the girl next to me was gaping at the little handprint I left when I set it down, then down to where my panties were still visible under my desk.

Oh, right. I winked at her, then did the zipper in one quick motion. It was audible this time, and left a lot of heads turning to wonder who was zipping or unzipping what, but I didn't care. That had been fun. Top quality teasing.

I managed to make it through the rest of class without doing anything more daring than fidgeting with my neckline a bit. Mark still gave me plenty of attention, good sport that he was. Poor kid was putty in my hands by now.

Evidently my little display had gotten his hopes up, because shortly before the end of class he made eye contact with me and a little gesture that I could tell was an invitation to get high again.

I considered a moment. His stuff was pretty awesome. And I wanted to see how blue I could make his poor geeky balls.

Class ended. My sorta-friend Macie gave me a look on the way out. "You feeling OK, babe?"

"Totes. Why?"

"You, uh, were acting kinda..."

I gave her a Look. "Kinda what?"

"Like you're in heat or something."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't hate the playah," I said, and sauntered out. I made sure to put a good amount of sway in my hips. Behind me, I someone grunt as they tripped over a desk they hadn't seen, distracted by my ass. Mark was watching too, which was even better.

Mark was waiting for me in our usual spot in the old girl's bathroom, the one too far away from where summer classes were held to see any traffic. "Hey Karli. You, ah, you look great today."

Oh geez, the nerd was flirting with me! It was too rich. "I do, don't I." I flopped down on the junky old couch. "See anything you like?"

"What, like when you were masturbating at your desk?"

I feigned a coy expression. "Oh, you saw that, huh."

"I think half the class saw that. Pretty hard not to notice a girl pleasuring herself in the middle of an econ lecture, after all. Especially one who breathes as loudly as you do while she's at it."

"Well, when ya gotta go..." I shrugged, then gave him a little giggle. "Do you think Mr. Hendricks noticed?"

"What, that old cock sucker? He's totally asleep at the wheel."

Then I saw Mark was looking at me expectantly, for some reason. Whatever, not like he could know I gave a few seconds' thought to blowing him. But I'm just a tease, not a blowjob queen. I was here to get high, and maybe get my jollies letting Mark ogle me. That was it. "So we gonna do this or what?"

He frowned, but then he got over whatever it was and got out his stash. "Yeah, sure. Smoke up, Karli."

"What, by myself? You didn't have any yesterday either."

"Uh, yeah. Right. Look, why don't you get us started, and I'll pick up once you're good and buzzed. I got plenty where that came fro, so don't short yourself on my account."

I hadn't really planned on shorting myself, but it was nice to have his blessing I guess. Sure enough, a short time later I was so fucking high I didn't give two shits about much of anything. My brain was on another planet, one with pretty lights and a rich aroma and the noise of Mark's droning voice in the background.

One of these days I really need to ask him what he's always going on about when we smoke up. It might boost my econ grade or something.

Then I kinda blacked out again, and like the day before, woke up hours later on the couch, this time with my hand not only in my shorts, but in my panties, two fingers lazily probing my pussy. Mark was just sitting there watching me do it.

I mean, of course he was watching. Any guy would be watching that, much less a real horndog like Mark. For such a total geek, he sure was a useful tool for turning me on.

I pulled it out with a naughty little grin. "Sorry, guess I got a little carried away there."

"Hey, you don't have to stop on my account. I got nowhere to be."

I glanced at my phone. "Ugh, I do. My mom's gonna be freaking out about me not telling her I wasn't coming straight home again."

"She sounds like a real control freak."

"You don't know the half of it."

"My parents are the same way usually. Totally sucks dick, right?"

"It... it, uh, sure... does..."

I didn't mean to respond like I had a concussion, but something in the way he'd said it... No, I couldn't do that. I'd dismissed the idea earlier, and just because I was way stoned now, that was going too far. Even for a tease like me.

Wasn't it? I mean, it would be super hot. He'd NEVER see it coming. And nobody would ever actually believe him. It was pretty much the ultimate tease, right?

After all, a girl sucks your cock, you gotta expect that's not all she's willing to do. I'd have Mark's eyes staring longingly after me, yearning for the sweet mercy of the pity fuck he'd never get, for the rest of his natural life.

As he stood up, I caught his belt in my hands and pulled him over to stand in front of me. "Hey, Mark?"

"Uh, yeah Karli?"

"Speaking of people who suck dick... you ever have a girl go down on you before?"

Keenly aware of the fact that he was standing right in front of me with his groin at my mouth level, he smiled - and looked right down my top. Classic Mark. "Can't say as I have."

"Well... next time somebody asks, would you like to be able to give 'em a different answer?" I licked my lips. Truth be told, my mouth was watering a little.

"Are you offering to blow me right here in the ladies' room?"

I nodded.

"Wow. Karli Hanson, offering to give me a topless blowjob." He grinned down at me.

Wait, I hadn't offered to do it topless, had I? Well now that I thought about it, obviously that was way hotter. This was all about oneupsmanship after all, and if yesterday he'd seen me in my bra, today he had to see more.

So I took my shirt off. Today, however, my bra followed immediately. No more going halfway - this was pro league teasing now. I leaned back and played with my bare boobs a little, rubbing and tweaking at my nipples as Mark watched. I hadn't really planned on turning it into a full show, but the more he watched, the more I wanted to be watched.

I guess I must've been tormenting him pretty bad, because he finally had to interrupt me in the midst of my self-groping. "Hey, didn't you say something about giving me a blowjob?"

Oh, right. My brilliant tease idea! I'd been so distracted by playing with my boobs that I hadn't even noticed Mark taking his pants off. There it was only inches from my lips, this horny nerd boy's cock.

Actually, it looked pretty amazing. Way bigger than I'd expected.

No, not just bigger than I'd expected. He was big, full stop.

I thought about how many times he'd gotten this monster hard on my account. Had it happened before this summer? Had he seen me cheering at a football game, high-kicking in my little skirt, seen my panties and gotten hard over it? Gotten an eyeful of my cleavage in the hallway and thought about how hot it'd be to titty-fuck me? Noticed me wearing a miniskirt and fantasized about flipping it up over my ass and plowing my hot little box?

Thought about getting me stoned and having me strip to the waist and fucking my mouth in the restroom?

Here I was, a dream come true. I wrapped my lips snugly around Mark's cock and slid slowly down to the base, gliding my tongue back and forth across his shaft. I think it was the weed, making me so dizzy I couldn't handle a more rapid pace. Or maybe I just enjoyed dragging it out, making the loser wish I'd really go to town.

I blew Mark like I had nothing else to do all week. All the while, I fantasized about being fantasized about. All the sick, pervy, kinky, slutty things he surely wanted to do to me. I hoped he was thinking about them too right now, that both of us were thinking about how hot it would be to have him sneak in through my bedroom window and night and fuck me in the ass not twenty feet from my parents' room.

Not that he'd ever get to. It was just so hot that he wanted to. Or at least, that I wanted him to want to. I bet he did though.

Only the geek's brain was on all sorts of fucking geeky things. As he looked down at me blowing him and fondling my tits for our mutual enjoyment, he looked like he was trying to think hard. Then he came up with this fucking gem: "Um, hey, I don't know why, but this reminds me of the time I was going to see the school drama club's show, but, uh, didn't have anyone to go with. So I went alone."

I mean, fucking really? Here he has one of the hottest girls in school sucking his dick like it was her favorite flavor, and he's thinking about some dorky fucking show? Seriously, like I was supposed to feel bad that he had to go to the play by himself?

Whoa. There's an idea.

I guess I have a dirty mind, because once the seed was planted, that thing sprouted in an instant. How much sexier would this be if...

I sunk off my seat on the couch down to my knees, pressing my lips down to his base and gently lapping at his cock with my tongue. It was all the more I could manage while splitting my attention with the task of getting my shorts and panties down around my thighs.

Mark noticed, of course. One of the things that makes him so easy to tease, how his eyes are always on me, noticing every tiny move I make. I groaned at the feeling of having my fingers in my pussy, imagining it was him imagining his cock slipping inside me.

Which would never happen in a million years, of course. Getting naked, kneeling on the cold and questionably unclean floor of the women's restroom, and sucking his dick like he was doing me a favor was one thing - that was just to get his hopes up.

But actually letting him seal the deal? As if I'd ever let this loser have a shot.

He shut up about the stupid play and let me work. Though to be honest, I got so distracted that eventually I just put his hands on my pig tails. With a little encouraging, he just took hold of them and slowly fucked my mouth at his own pace.

I wanted to laugh - as if any girl would ever actually want him to do this to them? It was ridiculous.

Every bob on that fat cock of his was divine, just knowing that all the pleasure I was giving him would be something he'd dream of forever and never be able to reach again. The orgasm I gave him here today would be the one he'd fantasize about for fifty years. It was like my mouth was some kind of pleasure multiplier, turning one orgasm into a thousand.

That thought was the one that got me off for the first time during our dirty little session. The second came when he told me how pretty I was.

Well, I should clarify that, because it makes me sound like some twitterpated bimbo. What he said - through the gritted teeth of a man on the verge of cumming - was, "Karli, you're so naturally pretty I bet you've never had to get a facial in your life."

Geez, Mark really was just too stupid about setting me up to torment him.

So my hands left my cunt and my tits behind and took the place of my mouth on his cock, working his shaft and playing with his balls in my delicate, manicured hand. I licked my lips, opened my mouth like I'd seen girls do in pornos. "Cum on my face, Mark - I want you to. Fucking cum on me," I coaxed.

I guess he'd seen those pornos too, because it sent him right over the edge. I kept jacking him even as the first spurt of his cum splashed audibly into my right eye, the second down onto my boobs, while the third regained some potency and splatting across my nose and lips.

That was the third time I came, though he just kept spurting on me as he watched me tremble and moan in ecstacy.

He came so much, I had to wonder if he'd even gotten off last night. I was saturated with the stuff. I'd honestly never let a guy jizz on me before, but now I had to wonder why.

This was the best teasing I'd ever done. Think how insanely sexy I must look to him right now - his cum was everywhere but my pussy, the perfect reminder of what he could see but never have.

"That's a good look on you," he said, taking in the sight of me kneeling and cum-covered at his feet. He didn't blink. I didn't want him to.

"Thanks. Little messy though."

He looked like he was thinking hard but couldn't, and then he just shrugged. "Um, yeah. Like... like the time I spilled milk all over the kitchen table, and the only thing I had to wipe it up with was, um... a pair of panties?"

Uh, what? That was the most idiotic and non sequitur story I'd ever heard. I guess a hot babe like me really intimidated him. Why else was he always coming up with such stupid and awkward things to say?

And why did they always give me such good ideas? Guess I'm just some kind of weird niche-specific genius or something.

I stood up, stepping all the way out of my shorts and panties, then handed him the latter. "Well, since you have practice at it... mind cleaning a girl up?"

He took them and seemed to somehow instantly grasp my meaning. I stood still as he took my already sodden panties and used them to sponge his spooge off my tits. Not at all surprisingly, he was good and thorough - though really, trying to clean me off with a pair of pussy-juice-soaked panties didn't do a lot for actual cleanliness. I watched him work with my one available eye, grinning smugly at my cleverness. Then he very carefully mopped up my other one so I could fully see again.

"Ahem. You missed my lips and cheeks, stud. I can still feel it there."

He shrugged. "You know, Karli, you should be proud."

"Proud? Proud to be coated in your spunk? Ya right, like I'm just gonna walk around like this." Like I was some suggestible little twit.

"No, I meant proud you're doing so much better in econ now, I feel like the tutoring has really paid off."

Oh! Proud of my grades. Duh.

Though, come to think of it, maybe I should also be proud of the jizz on my face - think how hot it'd be for him, seeing me go out into the world marked as his conquest. Oh fuck yes. Even when I wasn't teasing him, everyone would look and know that I had. That I'd made a guy so horny that he'd let me blow him and spray all over my face.

I decided to let it slide - give this loser a little thrill, since he'd obviously never close the deal with a hottie like me. I thanked him as I put my top and my bra back on, careful not to smudge my face. Then I held out my pants to demand my panties back, since he was still clutching them. Like I was going to let him keep them? As if.

He grinned. "You're going to make some guy one hell of a trophy wife someday, you know that?"

Again, out of left field, but still more or less sweet. I giggled. "You're such a charmer. Ya know, forget the panties. Why don't you keep 'em." If I was gonna be a trophy, maybe he ought to have a trophy. I pulled my shorts back on, luxuriating at the feel of going commando.

The two of us strode out of the school, him a few steps behind me staring at my ass, me a few steps ahead walking one foot in front of the other to make sure he had a hell of a show. It felt weirdly natural, like having Mark feast on my body wasn't just natural, but something I really enjoyed. It would've been weird of him not to stare.

We made our way out to the parking lot, where a classmate on her way out to summer tennis practice did a double-take. I suddenly remember the gleaming blobs of white on my tan skin.

Whatever. I was proud of it.

"Hey," Mark said as we were about to part ways, "I don't suppose maybe later tonight, you'd wanna..." He trailed off.

"Wanna what?" I asked, smirking. I knew, but I wanted him to admit it. Admit what he wanted but couldn't have.

"You know. Come over to my place and let me fuck you."

There it was. Oh, that poor, poor, simple little geek. No idea how ludicrous his suggestion was. "Mark, I've said it before, but let me make sure you understand me this time. You and me? Nuh uh, no way, never ever, not gonna happen. Understand?"

He snapped his fingers in an aw-shucksy kind of way. "Yeah, I get it. Just make sure you don't blow me on the exam Friday, OK?"

Wait, did he say...?! No, I must be hearing things. Still...

"Say, Mark... do you mind if I come over tonight? To, um, study?" Once I finished blowing him again, giving him that much more false hope that a girl like me would ever consider fucking a dork like him.

"Sure," he said immediately, almost like he'd expected me to ask. "I was supposed to help my dad work on his motorboat, but... I can do that some other time. How's seven sound?"

"Sounds great," I said, then on a random impulse, I lifted up my top to expose my bra. There were plenty of people in the parking lot, but I could give a shit. I then snaked my fingers into Mark's hair and brought his face down into my cleavage. He didn't resist at all, not even as I slapped him back and forth in the cheeks with my boobs.

He staggered back when I released him, I think a little dizzy from the spontaneous motorboating. (Damn I'm clever.) "Karli, sure you don't wanna...?"

I laughed and started walking away. "Not a chance in hell."

He called out after me, "You're a real tease, you know that!"

You know? I really am.