sexual tension (g!p)

J & B : class skipping

Chapter Summary:

Jhoana sneaks out school to meet with g!p punk!Bea to do what they do best. Have sex.

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Jhoana had been doing this since she was a sophomore, but the nerve wracking-ness of it was still strong as the first day she snuck out of school.

She swallowed hard and surveyed the empty hallway where her locker was. The exit towards the back of the school was a few feet away, and she knew for a fact that no one ever checks the security cameras. Ateneo was too lenient to do routine checks. So skipping class was too easy. Everyone had done it at least once, but common practice never made Jhoana feel better about it.

What made her feel better was seeing Bea.

Jhoana glanced at her phone and saw two texts from her girlfriend. It read:

: "San ka na, Jho? I’ve been here for like, twenty minutes."
: Wag mo sabihin na  you’re feeling guilty now???

The volleybelle chuckled and wiped her glasses calmly. She liked making Bea wait; it made her needier and her desperation was always a turn on. Jhoana liked being in control like that. Still, she packed up her things and confidently, so as not to attract too much attention, walked out the back entrance to the student parking lot where Bea was waiting in the middle of the parking lot. She was playing with her phone, Jhoana’s helmet tucked under her arm. It was black with a haphazard spray paint of a gold star on it—Bea’s own doing.

“Sa wakas! you've arrived.” Bea grinned at the sight of her.

“You didn’t get in trouble, did you? She was dressed in a black jacket, the collar popped up to ward off the spring breeze. Her eyes, hidden by reflective sunglasses, and her motorcycle rumbled while she was perched on it.

"Nagui-guilty ka parin?”

Jhoana shook her head and stood beside Bea as she placed the helmet on her head. She adjusted the straps and leaned in to kiss her, forehead bumping against the hard plastic.

“Hop on, sweetheart. Bago dumating ang mga guard.”

She rode behind Bea and wrapped her arms around her narrow waist, palms grazing her thighs over her tight jeans. Bea made a soft noise as she kicked the stand, the motorcycle pulling out of the parking lot.

“You better watch those hands, Jho. Ayokong madisgradya just ‘cuz you can’t get your hands off my dick.”

Jhoana nudged her head against Bea’s back as she laughed, but kept her hands still for the time being. She instead relished the feel of Bea’s back against her body. Jhoana loved the firmness of her, her warmth, her smell. She closed her eyes while Bea wove through the empty roads, in no rush to get to wherever she wanted to go.

At a stoplight, Jhoana blindly palmed Bea’s crotch until she found the shape of her cock where the ripped denim stretched taut. She rubbed the growing bulge, Bea groaning under her breath.

“Beh, you’re not really planning on jacking me off while we wait for this red light, diba?”

Jhoana didn’t reply. Instead, she tugged Bea’s zipper and wriggled her tiny hand in between the slit to feel her cock.

“Commando?” She asked, her fingertip tracing the vein that was thick and throbbing along her shaft. “Bea, you naughty girl.”

“Excuse me, miss hand down my pants.” Bea continued to drive as the light became green. The motorcycle inched down the road.

“Seryoso na, Jho. Hands off or you’ll get fined. By me. Distracted driving is a bad thing, remember?”

Bea was grasping at straws now and Jhoana couldn’t help but grin. The power over her, it was intoxicating. She pulled out Bea’s cock and the raven-haired girl moaned, the engine revving fiercely when her grip tightened on the acceleration.