My Brother's Sexy Best Friend (18+)

An Eye For An Eye, A Tooth For A Tooth, And A Blowjob For A Blowjob

Matt

She was a faceless figure dressed in tight black latex and she had me on my knees.

Circling around me, she gently slapped the palm of her hand with a flogger. I couldn't see her actions as I was blindfolded, but my heightened hearing honed in on every noise she made. The hair on my neck instantly stood up and my skin prickled when she leaned in close and whispered into my ear, "I want you to count aloud every time you feel a snap. Understood?"

I gulped and nodded. "Yes."

Crack. I flinched slightly as the flogger made contact with my bare chest. My fingertips ached to nurse where I had just been struck but my hands were bound together with a silky scarf.

"Yes, who?"

"One. And yes, Master."

Her movements stilled but I could sense the smile on her crimson red lips. The satisfaction in her posture as she straightened herself and placed her hands on her slender hips. "Perhaps, next time you will behave yourself, Matthew and not steal kisses until I explicitly instruct you to. Do you understand?"

I hung my head, but the remorseful act was only part of the game. My mouth tugged up into a grin and the erection inside my jeans was rock-hard. "Yes, Master. I deserve to be punished."

Crack.

A soft moan escaped my throat, euphoria coursing through my system. "Two.."

A giggle bubbled from her mouth, and I furrowed my brows, surprised that she would so easily break character. It was also then that I realized I could see her face. She tucked a strand of flaxen hair behind one ear as her expression split into a wide grin. I focused on her, noting the poster of soldiers fighting a bloody battle taped to the wall behind her.

As my hazy fog began to lift, it occurred to me that I had been dreaming and now was very much awake and staring into the smirking stare of Kayla. 

Wiping the drool from my mouth, I pulled myself up into a sitting position, noting the twenty heads gawking in my direction. Coupled with several snickers, they were led by Miss Applebee, whose thin lips pressed into a hard line as she narrowed her beady blue eyes at me. "I appreciate the enthusiasm for the US Constitution, Mr. Marcoux but perhaps, you might want to tone it down a bit. This is a school setting after all."

Horror flamed my cheeks upon the realization that my sex moan hadn't stayed within the confines of my dream. I shrunk down in my seat as the sounds of the laughter grew louder. Two boys an aisle over, whom were the most obnoxious of the bunch, bumped fists while trying out new monikers for me such as, "Marcoux the Moaner" and, "Moaning Marcoux."

I almost felt sorry for poor old Jacob for tainting his name. Almost. Let's not forget, I would still be the one shouldering the brunt of the taunts.

Miss Applebee held up her palm. "Settle down, class. That's enough. Now as I was saying, the Constitution has twenty-seven amendments, none of which include the right to doze off in school."

I buried my face in my hands, refraining from groaning and adding another jest to the list. Just one day. I wish just one day could pass by without me somehow making a complete fool of myself or being the laughingstock amongst my peers.

I was so caught up in wading in my pool of pity that it took my brain a second to realize that I had been pelted in the head with an object. Lifting my face, I spied a crumpled-up sheet of notebook paper on my desk. I smoothed out the creases to reveal a message.

Don't be embarrassed. I think you look adorable when you're sleeping.

Crinkling my forehead, I glanced around to see which classmate was the culprit. I immediately picked out the courier pigeon in the form of the bubbly blonde beside me, grinning and wiggling her fingers in a wave.