Just Another Math Class

A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever “published.” I don’t say that because I want you to go easy on me, it’s just because if there are any obvious mistakes/things that are out of the norm, if you will, that’s probably why. :)

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Math, though he wasn’t exactly passing with flying colours, had always been the most outstanding part of Ryan’s day.

Today was no exception. In fact, it was particularly special because lately his mother had been pressuring him to “try something new.” Up until then, he’d had no ideas about what he could try that he hadn’t already, which had only frustrated his parents to the point where they’d dropped him off in the middle of the downtown area and told him to go out and enjoy himself. Maybe he’d discover something that way. With a couple of hundred dollars in cold cash stored in his pocket, he’d obeyed their orders quite willingly.

He’d discovered something new, alright. Off the corner of one of the more set-back roads, built mostly as a shortcut, had been a small, square building with a poster taped to the middle of a window, reading, “ADULT FUN SUPERSTORE. 18+”. Intrigued, as any teenage boy would be, Ryan had entered with the intention of ogling the lingerie and then imagining all the hot girls he could think of dressed up in the outfits, holding whips, vibrators, and a butt plug.

Or one girl, anyway.

It had been surprisingly well lit on the inside of the shop, in contrast to the shady exterior. Most of the good stuff was found down a set of stairs into the basement; the first floor held mainly books that explained how you could improve your sex life, and more insignificant toys. The works, like plain dildos and stuff like that.

By the end of the day (and quite a lot of pondering about what he wanted to get and who he wanted to get it for), Ryan left the shop with a plastic bag containing his purchases shoved into the inside pocket of his parka. He’d blown most of the money his parents had given him, and he had no intention of explaining what had cost him so much—he’d play innocently dumb and tell them he was mugged.

And now he was here, in his third period class, listening to his teacher drone away about how to isolate certain variables via an extremely complicated formula that would be impossible for him to memorize. But he seemed transfixed as the hour dragged on, and as the dull gaze of the middle-aged teacher passed over him, no notice was taken of his expression.

But, though outstanding, math was the least of his interests right now.

He’d been trying to act discreet for the entire morning and through lunch, but his friends had noticed the way he’d shift awkwardly in his seat once in a while, and pestered him nonstop about it, trying to make him fess up. So far he’d managed not to by keeping his attention fixed on other things. More important things.

Like her.

She was the reason why Math class was the best part of the day. Sitting right in front of him, bent over her work with her face slightly pinched in concentration and tilted at just the right angle so that he could see it . . . he couldn’t have asked for a better seating plan. And right now he was in quite a playful mood, after the events of last night. He was smirking, just thinking about what they’d done since nine o’clock in the evening to around three AM this morning.

But best to keep quiet about that before pornographic detail was involved.

He had known Mya Emerith since she’d moved into the house next to his when they were both five. Technically she was four, but her birthday had been that week, so nobody really cared about that little detail. His crush on her had developed immediately when he’d set eyes on her for the first time—she’d been too shy to talk to him when his family had invited hers over for a “welcome dinner.” After that, things had progressed because she’d ended up going to the same school as him, and they’d walked home together every day since then. Their parents had called them a couple ever since they were six.

Since they’d turned seventeen, long after they’d become a serious couple, things had turned a little tense, to put it mildly. By mid-year they’d lost their virginity to each other and the word horny had become quite the understatement when applied to them. Their friends had known since the beginning and brushed it off when the two started frenching in the middle of public. However, they did draw the line when Ryan pushed her down on the table.

Things had gotten more than just hot and heavy last night. By morning, when he woke up, he’d found himself with an erection that he couldn’t seem to get rid of. That was why he was wearing one of the many toys he’d bought in the Superstore—with her right in front of him (and her ass in the reach of his foot, how convenient), he had the perfect view to masturbate to. The small, plastic dial pressed firmly into the palm of his hand was attached to a wire that led down under the waistband of his jeans, the other end plugged into a high-class cock ring . . . that he was wearing.

As the teacher droned on, Ryan got the ingenious idea to turn on the vibrating system to low. Which he did, and had to bite his lip hard to keep himself from making any movements or sounds that might give him away. He was staring at her back now, eyes bright with lust. If she turned around and looked at him directly, she would have recognized that look immediately—she’d seen it many times before.

A small bulge appeared in the crotch of his jeans. It wasn’t much (at least, the guys sitting beside him hadn’t noticed it yet), but it was there and he was feeling it. The vibrations sent shivers up his spine and blood rushing to his penis, which hardened in response to the stimulation, the ring purring beneath the layers of fabric as it worked its magic.

He felt himself twitch. Closing his eyes, Ryan squirmed in his seat and clenched his jaw. But, true to form, his immediate sexual agitation did not stop him from turning it up another notch. This time he couldn’t stop the small choking sound that escaped him, in response to which two people around him glanced back. He offered them a weak smile and they turned back around. Mya, however (who had turned around as well), raised a brow at him. He just shrugged and smirked at her.

Rolling her eyes, she turned back around.

Five minutes later and three notches up, a sheen of sweat had broken out over his skin and his eyes had gone particularly dark. He was fidgeting in his seat as discreetly as he could and he’d earned himself many more strange looks from both classmates and the teacher. But he’d told them all he was okay and they’d gone on with the class. But the fact was that he wasn’t okay; what would make him okay was if he could pull his pants down and get rid of the problem he’d caused himself. With a little help, of course.

The vibrations travelled from the base of his shaft all the way to his tip. He was able to conceal his very obvious hard on because of the way he was sitting—but it was becoming too much to bear. The way the ring was moving, it was sending the tremors right into his balls along with everything else. The tension building inside them was a warning to him that he’d better get to the bathroom damn quick before he humiliated himself.

His sweatshirt was slung over the back of his chair, and he pulled it on. It hid his lap because of its size, and he raised his hand.

“Yes, Mr Carlson?”

“May I go to the bathroom, please?” His voice was rough and on the verge of cracking into a moan. The teacher must have misinterpreted it as a sign of pain instead of pleasure and nodded quickly. Standing, Ryan made sure that the sweater concealed him before he passed by Mya’s desk, dropping a small slip of paper onto her hand before he shuffled out of the room.

Mya hid the note beneath her hand as Teriyaki-face (he was Asian, and while she was most definitely not racist, he did look like a washed out noodle, hence the nickname) went back to the blackboard. She opened the note as soon as his back was turned again.

Two simple words, not even on the line.

Bathroom. Now.

Her face flushed with anticipation immediately and she pressed her thighs together at the rush of warmth she felt. Usually she’d be calm about it and act very smooth. But from the way he’d looked . . .

They’d be staying after school, and it wouldn’t be for detention.

- & -

Standing up, it felt even better. Ryan kept reminding himself not to run as he strode quickly towards the end of the hall, where the bathroom was located. He burst into the room, which was mercifully empty (teachers usually didn’t let their students go this near to the end of the class), and practically threw himself into a stall and locked it behind him.

He shoved his jeans down to his mid thigh and groaned as the hum of the vibrating toy became loud enough to hear. “Oh, God,” he hissed. He gripped himself just above the base of his shaft where the ring was, feeling himself pulse in time to the vibrations. He began masturbating frantically, not caring if anyone walked in on him. Whatever happened, if he released right now, it would be okay.

The bell rang above his head, but he ignored it as his hand began pumping faster and harder, the heat searing through his shaft and through his body. So close . . . Right . . . there . . . ! He choked on a moan and had just enough time to lurch forward and brace himself over the toilet before his release hit, and there he went.

The semen burst out of him in a stream of thick, wet heat that he just barely managed to aim into the water. A loud, guttural groan was the only sound he was able to make as he threw his head back and began thrusting his hips even though there was nothing to drive himself into. The ring was still turned on and he was riding out his orgasm to that, breathing heavily and hoping to God that he’d get the chance to do this tomorrow.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind. “Hey there, Tiger.”

Ryan whirled, not recognizing the voice at first or realizing what whoever it was had called him. Mya smiled back at him innocently and batted her eyelashes. “Scared you?”

He looked past her. “Did anyone see you?”

She shook her head, and he nodded, thankful. “We’ll have to be quiet. Someone could walk in here at any second, and—”

The smile morphed into a sly smirk as Mya raised her hand and began twirling a ring of keys around her index finger. There were so many of them on the ring that Ryan recognized the set immediately (but mostly because he’d stolen it so many times before to get out of scrapes). “The janitor’s keys?”

He grinned. “I’m glad you learned how to lock a door. Speaking of which, how’d you unlock the stall—?”

She silenced him by reaching down and beginning to massage his tip with the edges of her fingers. This elicited a moan from him as he let his head roll back on his shoulders, eyes closing. This was what she managed to do to him, even if he was just staring at the back of her head as they sat through class. The difference was that this was a hell of a lot better.

She started undoing the buttons on his shirt, trailing kisses over every new inch of skin she exposed. Ryan watched her with hooded eyes and twitching fingers as she smiled evilly up at him. “Still tense?” she purred as her fingers left his tip so that she could grip him. “My, my, you’re still very tense.” Her lips found his neck and began nipping lightly as she stood straight again, pumping him very slowly. “I think I might just have to do something about that.”

Ryan was having a fit and they hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet. “And what, exactly, do you plan on do—”

The last part of his sentence cut off to make way for a very loud, very deep moan of pleasure. His head rolled back, eyes closed, hands gripping the lid of the back of the toilet. While she’d been giving him a handjob, she’d busied herself with undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt. So, when he leaned back, the undone shirt slid off his upper body to reveal his chest, well toned and glistening with sweat.

The reason for the moan was because while he’d been asking, Mya had slid her way down his body and taken her into his mouth. It had begun with the fingers of the hand that had been undoing his buttons dragging trails over his skin as she started dipping into a crouching position, keeping her eyes trained on him the entire time. When she was finally level with certain bodily parts, her hand slid back to support his base as her mouth closed over his tip and started taking him farther in.

His fingers laced tightly through her short brown hair as his eyes rolled back slowly. Mya just smirked around him and forced herself not to trigger her gag reflex as she began taking as much of him as she could into her throat. She had to close her eyes against the pressure, but she managed to do it (Ryan’s moans urging her on, of course). The cool material of the ring touched her lips and her eyes opened, a sly glint shining in them.

She pushed herself a little farther to hook her teeth over it and begin pulling it off, feeling herself growing hotter and wetter by the moment. With sweat, with other fluids. She was loving this and Ryan knew it.

His fingers were digging into her scalp, but it wasn’t painful and she didn’t exactly mind. As she slid it off his shaft and hooked it around a finger to let it hang between them, he stared down at her with a raised brow and a cocky smirk. “Can’t take it?” He was shut up as her mouth closed over him again and he was lost in the feeling of her tongue massaging over his shaft. Such sweet torture, this was. The heat of her mouth seared him, burning him, and yet it just brought him that much closer to the edge.

He shifted backward and took in the sensation of her sucking him off. It was one of the rare days that she was wearing a skirt (and whenever she flaunted that around him, a thong was usually part of the set) and he hardened a little more as he imagined flipping the fabric aside and ramming into her. The hum of the cock ring hadn’t quietened or turned off completely yet, but he was too intoxicated to really notice. Which was why he jerked in surprise when he felt it against his balls.

Rocking his hips very appreciatively, he bit his lip to keep as quiet as he could as he stared down at her. Mya smirked up at him triumphantly as she kept rubbing his balls with the ring. The combination of her teeth, tongue and the vibrations made him gasp and one of his hands shot out to press against the wall for extra support. “Mnh . . .”

Fucking Christ. He couldn’t think clearly. He was moaning and gasping and bucking and trying not to draw attention to them as his girlfriend closed her eyes and pleased him with her mouth and her hands and the ring. He was twitching in pleasure, the skin over his testicles puckering a little in response to the cold air and her ministrations, and his tip dripped with fluid onto her tongue. She lapped it up greedily, her nipples growing almost as hard as his cock.

Things continued like this until Ryan felt like he was about to snap. He was hissing unmentionable things between his teeth when all of a sudden, the heavenly feeling of the ring was taken away. His hips jerked at the loss and he looked down at her with the beginnings of a pout forming on his face. “No fa—”

He cut himself off as he saw what she was doing. Her mouth still around him, Mya slid the ring down over her body (bare skin, since he’d conveniently torn her blouse open in his excitement and reacted very obviously to the fact that she was wearing black lace lingerie), over the nest of curls between her legs, right to where he couldn’t see. But he got the impression as her eyes drifted shut and she moaned around him in pleasure.

Watching as she ground her hips against the ring, Ryan didn’t know how to react. His body had registered what was happening, though, and he was sweating over the image implanted in his brain alone. The way Mya raked her teeth over his dick as she jerked back brought him back to reality pretty quickly.

A loud moan. Two, in fact, as Ryan twisted his hips and drove himself all the way into her mouth, head thrown back. Mya whimpered and pushed her tongue up against him, pressing the ring against herself and moving her hips against it.

She was caught off guard when he pulled out of her mouth without warning. The ring was removed from her hand and she made to protest, but she was whirled around and pushed backwards before she could. The backs of her knees hit the edge of the toilet, forced apart so that she had to spread her legs and keep backing up, placing one on each side of the toilet. “Ryan, what are you doing?”

She got no verbal response. Watching her boyfriend in growing confusion, her brows knitted together as he pressed the sides of the ring together, possible because of its flexibility. It was still vibrating. She was both scared and excited over what he planned to do with it.

Her question was answered in one fluid motion. Ryan slid the folded ring inside her and angled it so that it was pressed directly against her g-spot.

“Oh my god!” she cried. Reacting instantly, Mya laced her fingers through his hair and dragged his head down to press his face into her cleavage, which didn’t exactly have him complaining. “D-Ryan. . .!”

Ryan smirked and began rubbing the vibrating end that he was pressing against the gland slowly. He felt her twitch violently against him and he chuckled into her skin. Holding her hip, he opened his mouth and began licking and sucking the skin of the breast that his face was pressed into. His tongue snuck under the fabric of her bra to brush over a nipple, and she pressed her face into his hair as she whimpered.

The heady, wet, red heat she was feeling was making her legs wobble as she balanced over the toilet. They’d never tried this before and she felt strangely unprepared for the feelings rocking through her body. “Ryan . . . I can’t . . . Can’t . . .”

The words died off as his lips closed over her nipple and his tongue wreaked havoc anew. Twitching over the toilet bowl, Mya only just managed to push her glasses back up her nose before they fell off completely. “Oh!” she cried as Ryan pulled the cup of her bra down so that he had unbarred access to her breast. Using his lips, tongue, and hand (the one that wasn’t currently busy), he brought her to a state of shuddering mush.

The vibrations trembling through her were nearly unbearable. Health class hadn’t warned her about the finer points of sex, such as how the need to wriggle and squirm nearly had her partner’s tearing his hear out in a fit of pleasure as he pushed the folded ring up a little higher. Leaning her head back against the wall, she tried to keep herself from screaming by taking quick, deep breaths in and out through her nose. She could do this. She could keep quiet—

What was that?

A flush (not the good kind this time) burned her cheeks as she immediately began trying to press her thighs together. It felt like she was going to piss and that was the last thing she wanted to happen while she was alone, half naked, and being cock ring-fucked by her boyfriend in a school bathroom. But, just her luck, she felt it coming no matter what she did; it hit her before she could warn him.

A spray of warm fluid on his hand brought Ryan back to reality and he jerked back in surprise. “What the hell?” he muttered, staring. It was clear, and it didn’t look like piss to him. It looked more like . . .

He turned his head up to her slowly. Mya’s lips and cheeks were twitching sporadically as she tried to keep herself from crying, and he could see tears beginning to well up in her eyes. He, himself, was slowly getting his erection back as he realized and registered exactly just what had just happened. “Don’t cry,” he murmured, and kissed her.

“But . . . but I . . .”

He shook his head before she could finish that thought. “No, you didn’t.” He glanced down. “Okay, no you’re not.” When he saw her fragile look of hope waver dangerously, he took her hand and shook his head. “You’re ejaculating, love. It was what I was aiming for in the first place.”

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t. But a little white lie wouldn’t hurt here and there, would it? He just wanted to make that teary shine in her eye go away. Unless it was a case of her crying because she felt so damn good. Not to mention he wasn’t exactly complaining about the outcome anyway.

She had to admit that it felt a lot better than any normal bladder release. Truth be told, she was twitching uncontrollably and it was taking all of her self-control and willpower to stop herself from throwing her head back and screaming his name. Her embarrassment was preventing her from doing anything drastic like that. The whole ejaculation thing made more sense now that she thought about it. Mya slowly let herself relax, a long, drawn-out moan escaping her.

Ryan smirked. “There’s my girl,” he whispered as he slid down her body. She was too caught up in the rest of her orgasm to notice him as he pulled her forward until she wasn’t standing right over the toilet anymore, too caught up to notice his head dipping forward as soon as he had a good angle.

The feeling of his thumb rubbing circles into her clitoris and his tongue pressing against her opening as the flow continued had her lurching forward and practically tearing out his hair as she laced her fingers through it. Pressing herself against his face, she only made him continue with a little more force, a small groan of satisfaction rumbling in his throat. The taste wasn’t really something he’d expected, but knowing that he’d been the one who had brought her to this point took him to new levels of arousal.

She rode out her orgasm a bit forcefully, pressing herself into his mouth and trying to control her volume level. “Ryan!” she hissed. Ryan’s free hand simply gripped her thigh and massaged the skin there to try and calm her down, even though he didn’t really want her to. Her gasps and moans grew quieter even though he continued his torment, until she finally tapped his neck to signal that there was none left.

He pulled away reluctantly. “You taste good,” he informed her, his chin and lips wet with her fluids. His eyes were dark and she shuddered at the endless amount of lust lurking within them.

She knew it was coming, but she would admit later that it happened too quickly for her to really realize it. Ryan stood and whirled her around to face the toilet before bending her over and flipping her skirt up over her back. He smirked. “Did I forget to tell you that I love the G-string?” he asked coyly. He pulled it down and out of the way to expose her to his ravenous gaze.

Mya shuddered uncontrollably as she felt him rub himself against her ass for a couple of seconds. Her orgasm nearly came again simply with the force of her anticipation, and she rocked herself back to give him warning. “Do you want it?” he teased her, gripping her ass gently.

She nodded furiously. “Please!”

Ryan would have made her beg for it on any other day, but he couldn’t take it any more than she could. Without further procrastination, he slid himself all the way inside her.

They groaned in unison. Mya gripped the toilet bowl with both hands so she didn’t end up falling over, while Ryan gripped her hips to drive himself all the way in. “Fuck,” he hissed. She uttered a couple of choice words under her breath as well, but most of them were cut off or too breathy to be understood. They both remained in that position for a couple of seconds before Ryan began moving, grunting every time he pushed himself into her.

He wasn’t sure if he was in heaven or in hell. Maybe it was a hellish heaven: the feeling of euphoria that came with being inside her was immediate, but the heat was scorching him. He had no complaints, however, and kept ramming himself into her as she writhed in pleasure beneath him.

At this rate, she didn’t think they’d even get out of school when the bell rang. ‘Quickie’ for Ryan meant at least two hours. Usually she didn’t mind, but she had a test tomorrow and she couldn’t miss the entire review.

“Ryan . . . we have to . . . Oh . . .!”

The thought faded away quickly. He’d brushed the still-vibrating ring over her clitoris and it had dashed any want to leave. “More!” she cried, and heard him chuckle behind her as he leaned down to bury his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder. He was breathing heavily and their sweat mingled as he buried himself inside her over and over again, their moans echoing through the bathroom. Neither of them cared anymore if they were heard by someone outside.

His hands snaked around her tummy, and Mya didn’t notice because she was too caught up with spreading her legs wider and trying to pull him in deeper than he was already going. She did notice when he gripped her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers. “Ryan!” she cried, her eyes closing. His shaft slid against her g-spot and her eyes rolled back momentarily in ecstasy.

Sweat trailed over their skin in thin rivulets, soaking Ryan’s open shirt as he pressed his chest against her back and moaned her name.

It wasn’t long before he grew fed up with the angle. He had no facial access to her chest, and that pissed him off. Pulling out of her (she whimpered at the loss and pushed her hips back, trying to find him again), he pulled her straight, turned them around, and pushed her up against the stall door. His hands found her thighs, hooked under them, and lifted her up so he could wedge himself between her legs and ram into her again. She made a breathy sound of satisfaction and wrapped her legs around him immediately, pulling him in deep.

He, being desperate for release, and she, in such a euphoric state of bliss that her tongue nearly hung out of her mouth as her eyes rolled back, went at it like horny rabbits in heat. Ryan’s face finally found her chest and he made good use of the opportunity, latching onto a nipple and suckling like a thirsty newborn. She gasped and clung to him, her fingers twitching in his hair.

At some point he found it in him to pull out of her long enough again to slip the cock ring on for the second time that day. It was adjustable, and he set it halfway down his shaft and tightened it enough so that it wouldn’t slide up or down. Then he pushed into her again and set the vibration setting on high so that they both got the best of this world. Mya nearly screamed, and Ryan just moaned her name loud enough for the whole school to hear.

Mya’s orgasm hit her first and she clawed at Ryan’s back, biting her lip so hard it nearly bled. “Ryan!” she hissed as loud as she dared. The vibrations against her inner walls drove her over the edge and she tensed up like a wooden board, still trying to find some sort of purchase on his back.

Ryan followed soon after, his nails digging into her ass. “Mya!” he cried, shuddering against her as she felt his release burst inside her and scorch a path up through her. His face fell into her cleavage as he breathed heavily, savouring the scent wafting through her pores and to his nose. “Mmm. . .Was that good?” he whispered, pulling out of her slowly and letting her down onto her feet.

All she could manage was a nod.

They fixed their clothes as best they could and left the stall, not really giving a shit about the mess they left behind. They still looked quite dishevelled, but at least they looked nearly decent as they made their way to the sinks to wash up a bit.

Mmm. Still tastes as good as ever, Ryan thought to himself happily. Mya was walking in front of him, so he had a nice view of her ass, and he put that little snippet of fact to good use as he stared. His eyes dropped a little as something off-colour on her inner thigh caught his attention.

It was a trail of their mixed fluids working its way down her leg, a trail she’d missed when she’d tried using toilet paper to clean herself up. It was dripping slowly towards her knee, and she hadn’t noticed it yet.

It set him off immediately. That little rivulet was like the colour red to a bull, and he practically launched himself at her.

She never saw it coming as he bent her over the sinks. They had another long, fast session before they came again and decided enough was enough. There would always be that night when they got home. For now they might as well get back to class and survive without each other for the rest of the day.

- & -

Principal Hannigan was, at that moment, standing outside the bathroom with a sour expression on his face. This was not how he planned on starting the new semester. Well, he’d planned on starting it with a bang, yes, but not this much banging! And definitely not in such inappropriate context! Mr. Bell, the janitor, appeared to have lost his keys, and something was going on inside the bathroom that he just knew was against school policy.

Mr. Bell sighed and turned to face Principal Hannigan, offering him a guilty shrug. “Sorry, sir,” he apologized. “I don’t have a spare set.”

Hannigan’s face puffed up like a tomato. “Why the hell—!”

The door opened at that choice moment, revealing the two culprits.

Ryan was standing in front of Mya, shirt half unbuttoned, hair mussed, jeans hanging a little low, and face flushed. A lazy smirk was spread over his face, his blue eyes bright with something Hannigan couldn’t identify. “Sir,” he greeted, looking pleased with himself about something.

Hannigan glanced behind Ryan to another student, who looked just as dishevelled as Ryan, if not more. Her hair, cut short and usually kept very neat, was a damp, curling mess. A couple of the buttons on her blouse had been slipped through the wrong holes, her skirt was riding up to mid-thigh, her glasses were nearly slipping off her nose and she was struggling to put her right shoe on at that very moment.

And, he noticed, she was twice as red in the face as her partner.

The flush only intensified when she noticed them there. Discreetly, she tried to hide herself behind her boyfriend, too embarrassed to look them in the face. Ryan let her, smirking at the principal and the janitor as he tossed them the ring of keys.

“You should really do something about that lock.”