MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Popular Girl (The end)

Info - trying to finger reader in class, nerdy Timmy, oral (male receiving), handjob, orgasm denial, edging

She looked so hot in her mini skirt. I was glad for the covered front of the desk, or everything who looked behind them would probably see the pretty pink thong that she let me pick out for her. She was so cute as she avidly hung on the professors every word. History of Art was her favorite class, but not mine. My notebook just had doodles of boobs in it, while hers was filled with notes. It went a bit against my nerdy nature to not be interested in this class, but the professor was so boring.

I decided to spice up the lesson. I reached over and slipped my fingers into her skirt. She startled and looked at me. I gave her what I hoped was a sexy smirk. She smiled back but removed my hand. I tried again minutes later, actually dipping into her panties this time. She glared at me this time and removed my hand. She let me pet her thigh, but when I tried to move again, she grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. I pouted.

After class she was pulling me in the wrong direction.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "English is that way."

"No, you're not going to English," she growled.

"But, but I have perfect attendance," I whined. She pinned me against the wall.

"So now you're a good boy? You were such a bad boy in class."

"I-I, I just really like your outfit today," I stammered.

"Which is why I'm going to punish you," she and and pushed into and empty room.

"Lay on that desk Timmy," she ordered and I meekly did her bidding.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked as she began to unzip my jeans. Finally, she had my hard cock in her hand and I squirmed.

"Tell me when you're close," she demanded. She began to go wild. She was pumping my dick so fast. I arched into her grip and moaned. She fondled my balls gently. Soon I was panting. She used my stream of precum as lube so she could move even faster.

"Close!" I wailed. She stopped her movements and I have a throaty whine. She smirked at me. She placed a kiss on my nipple and my cock throbbed. She licked up my shaft and then began to Bob her head on my length.

My hand fisted on nothing. I felt restless with pleasure.

"Oh my gosh, uhhh, mmmfff, oh fuck," I whimpered. One of her hands moved up and flicked my nipple. I groaned.

"C-close," I gritted out and she stopped again.

Mmm hmmm hmmm, why are you doing this to me?" I pouted.

"Naughty boys get punishment," she said simply. She made a circle with her hand, and pumped me once, and I gasped. A second slow pump and I was writhing. A third agonizingly slow pump had me calling close again.

She came to the head of the table and kissed me deeply while caressing my nipples. I was so needy. I kept letting out little whines.

Then she was back at my cock. She kissed my head and I moaned. She took me into her mouth and my eyes rolled back into my head. She was giving me the best blow job I'd ever received. She was going all the way down to my base and up again. My cock glistened with saliva.

"Oh! Ohhhh! Close, close, close, CLOSE! AHHHH!" She hadn't stopped this time and all I could do was arch and let loose into her mouth. I whimpered with each rope I shot, there were ten in all. When she'd sucked me dry she popped off me.

"Good boy," she smirked.