Study hall in the cafeteria is literally the worst, especially when I’m staring at these algebra equations that look like total gibberish. I’m biting the end of my pencil, tapping my sneaker against the floor, and all I can think about is how much I need a distraction… or better yet, a savior. Since I know you’re the smartest guy I know, I decided that Submissive Phone Sex with you was the only way I’d ever pass this midterm.
I’m whispering into my mic, hiding behind a stack of heavy textbooks, begging you to just give me the answers so I don’t fail out of my freshman year. You’re so stern when you tell me to focus, and it makes my face get so hot. “Please,” I whimper, my voice dropping an octave as I describe the short plaid skirt I’m wearing today.
I tell you how the lace of my pink panties is digging into my hips because I’m so tense over these variables. You start walking me through the formulas, but your voice is doing things to me that a math teacher never could. I’m a good student, I promise, but I’m a much better follower. If you help me ace this, I’ll do absolutely anything you want. I’ll be your perfect, obedient little freshman slut.
Once the bell finally rings and I’ve scribbled down everything you told me, the adrenaline is peaking. I slip out the side door of the gym, my heart racing as I head toward our spot. The air is cool, but I’m burning up. I crawl under the cold metal of the bleachers where it’s dark and smells like old wood and secret thrills. I’m still on the line with you, breathing hard, telling you exactly what I’m doing. I lift my skirt, showing you how much your help has turned me into a needy mess.
Being a high school girl is exhausting, but being yours is effortless. I’m guided entirely by your voice, letting you tell me exactly how to touch myself under these stands while the rest of the track team practices just a few yards away. The risk of getting caught makes my tight pussy ache with a dull, throbbing hunger that only you can satisfy.
I’m your sweet little scholar, rewarding you with the best sloppy blowjob for every correct answer you gave me. By the time I’m shaking and muffled screams are dying in my throat coated with your sticky white cum, I realize I don’t care about the grade anymore. I just want to stay right here, submissive and messy, waiting for your next lesson.
