Class 1-A [by WRITerotica]

3 - MACY AVIEN

I came home with my aching chest and my stomach feeling some prickling pain. What happened earlier at Mister Ruth's office was unbelievable. I can still feel his ghost hands on my shoulder and on my bow. The feeling of warm, caressing tongue from my neck to my ear is still there. I sighed and went to my room, knowing that mom and dad won't be here in a few hours since they're always busy.

I dropped my bag next to my study table and lie down on my bed. I feel so exhausted and at the same time, hot. The words Mister Ruth told me lingered inside my head. He wants me to play with myself. But how? I don't have any vibrator like others use and I haven't done it with myself yet. 

The clock read six o'clock. I need to give it to Mister Ruth by eight. What should I do?

My phone suddenly beeped. 

FROM : JOHN

Are you all right? Andrew said you were acting weird today.

Call me

I think about it and I suddenly felt a pang of shame and embarrassment. No, I wouldn't. But...Mister Ruth...

I built up my courage and sighed. My trembling fingers dialed John's number. It rang a few times before he answer, "Hey."

"Hi. You weren't at school today."

"Yeah, I was sort of sick. Are you okay? You sound sick." the worry in his voice lightened me up a little.

I nodded, stupidly. He can't see me. 

"John?"

"yes?"

The lump on my throat appeared. Should I do it? But...he might hate me. Fail? the word struck me. I can't fail. I can't accept it. I won't. 

"I need help. I said in a whisper and a sob.

"Hey, are you okay? Should I come over?" he asked.

I forced away my tears. "Yes, please..." 

"Alright. I'll be there in a minute." Then he hung up.

My parents know who John is. They seem him as the smart, responsible, and very good boy. They've seen him come here often whenever we do our school project or plan for school activities. I know my parents trust him...But they shouldn't. 

After minutes had passed, the doorbell rang and I looked at myself in the mirror before storming out. I wore a pink dress that hugged my body a little tight and ends above my knee. I gulped down my fear. I have never done this before. But John can help me. He can. 

I dashed down and open the door. At the sight of me, John just stared, his mouth slightly open. But when he recovered, he kissed me lightly, came inside, and sat on the couch.

"You okay now?" I asked, touching his forehead.

He smiled and pulled me to his lap, "I am now." he breathed in my scent. I closed my eyes. I need to do this. If I get kicked out of Class 1-A, I will lose everything...even John.

"John...please help me." I said, pulling away from him.

His eyes widened at me. But he smiled and said, "Sure. How can I help you?"

I feel weird. I clenched my fist against my chest and grabbed his hand. I led him to my room and made him sit on my head. He just watched me as I climbed to my bed and sat at the center with my legs tight together, "It's...I have to do this, you understand?" But I can't let him know.

"Alright. Whatever that is." 

"Please..." tears started to form behind my eyes. Fail. The word came in again. I shook my head and faced John with all my courage, "teach me how to play with myself."

His eyes widened at me. Though there is amusement and shock in his face. When he realized what I am asking, he just smiled, "Sure, sweetie." 

He leaned closer to me and grabbed my hand, "You do it like this." 

He directed my hand, traveling it from my chest. He pushed my hand inside my dress and he led my fingers to my nipple, letting his palm touch my bare chest. I sighed a little. "Then," he said and slowly guided my hand to my stomach, then to my thigh, skipping my private part. With his hand on top of mine, he gently made me caress my own thigh. His fingers occassionaly brushing my private part. I let out a moan as I felt my panties getting wet. So this is how it feels?

John smiled, watching me. "Now, for the fun part." he made me close my thumb, my ring finger, and my pinky finger so that's all remaining is my index and middle finger. He guided my fingers to my cunt. I shivered when I felt my own hand caressing my own sex. 

"That's it, sweetie." he smiled. His fingers joined mine. His reached for my clit and played circles on it. My hands were naturally caressing and pushing the lips of my pussy. I closed my eyes, shivered, and let out a moan.

"That's my girl." He whispered and kissed me. 

Before I forgot, I stopped and pushed John's hand away. He looked at me with surprise, "What's wrong?"

I shakily grabbed my phone and handed it to him, "Video me. And do not join me." 

A big smile crept on his face. "Remind me to get a copy."

I didn't respond. I couldn't wait to touch myself. I pushed my dress up my thigh and let my hands roam inside my pussy. At first I was going slow. Caressing my slit up and down. I closed my eyes, feeling only my fingers on me. I shivered when I inserted a finger inside me and made circles with it. 

The feeling was exhilirating. I was shivering badly, but I want more. Lust has taken over me. I inserted another finger, curved them together, and made circles inside me. "Ah..." I moaned, feeling the wet juices pouring out. I bit my bottom lip when I found my clit and made circles with it.

I heard moans in front of me and I saw John playing with his cock. The view turned me on. It made me feel hot. I want to approach him but I remembered Mister Ruth's words. I fingered myself faster and faster until I was letting out embarrassing moans and groans. My toes curled underneath me  and my body shivered wildly. "Oh...Ah...mmmmmmf!" 

I let out a sigh when I felt orgasm building inside me. I fell on my back, spread my legs wider in front of my camera, and fingered myself faster. More moans came from John as he watch me and play with himself. I arched my back when I inserted another finger and faster, I played with my clit. I rubbed it gently at first, but slowly built up pressure and speed. 

In a moment, I let out a huge orgasm. 

Breathing hard, I looked at John. He seem to have joined me in releasing that he was panting hard. His hands trembled as he held the camera. I grabbed it from him and stopped the video. I can't bear to watch myself. 

"Do you feel great?" he grinned at me with short breaths. I looked at my wet fingers.

A smile crept on my face, I nodded.