Chapter 3: Maya's Turn
Maya’s whole body went rigid. Piper’s finger hooked the elastic of her cotton underwear and pulled it aside.
The air under the desk was hot. Piper didn’t wait. She pressed her mouth against her.
Maya gasped, a sharp, choked sound. Her hands flew down, not to push Piper away, but to clutch at her own hair. She slammed her laptop lid shut with her elbow.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
Leo, still breathing heavily, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked across the aisle at Alasdair, who hadn’t moved from his chair. Leo’s expression was a mix of shock and a dawning, ugly amusement.
“You okay there, Maya?” Leo called, his voice still a bit ragged. He cleared his throat.
Maya’s chair creaked. Her hips jerked forward, pressing herself harder against Piper’s face. “Fine,” she managed to say, her voice strained. “Just… a cramp. Leg cramp.”
Piper’s tongue was flat and firm, moving in slow, deliberate circles. She could feel Maya swelling, getting wetter. She slid a hand up under Maya’s shirt, feeling the hot skin of her stomach.
“A cramp?” Alasdair’s voice was quiet, but it carried in the silent room. He was staring directly at Maya’s reddening face. “Cramp in your pussy?”
Maya’s eyes, wide and glazing over, snapped to him. “Shut up, Alasdair.”
“Just asking.” He didn’t smile. He just watched, his own humiliation curdling into something darker, more observational.
Piper sped up. She used the tip of her tongue now, flicking rapidly. She pushed two fingers inside Maya, curling them.
Maya cried out, a short, sharp sound she quickly bit off. Her legs began to shake, her knees knocking against the underside of the desk. The metal frame rattled.
“Seriously, Maya, you look like you’re having a seizure,” Leo said, a low laugh in his voice. He reached for another chip, his movements lazy, victorious.
“I’m fine—oh, god—” Maya’s head tipped back. Her back arched off the chair. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on the smooth desktop, knocking a pen to the floor. The climax hit her like a convulsion. She shook, a long, silent tremor, her mouth open in a soundless scream. Then she collapsed forward, forehead hitting her closed laptop with a dull thud. She breathed in ragged, sobbing gusts.
Piper didn’t stop.
She pulled her fingers out and used both hands to spread Maya wider. She went back in, her tongue stabbing deeper, lapping at the mess she’d made. The sounds were obscenely wet, loud in the quiet classroom.
“Again?” Leo muttered, crunching his chip.
Maya whimpered. “No, wait, please, it’s too—oh, Jesus—”
Piper ignored her. She was relentless, her nose buried against her, breathing her in. She focused on a specific spot, applying steady, unyielding pressure with the flat of her tongue.
Maya’s pleas dissolved into incoherent moans. Her body tensed again, tighter than before. A high, thin noise escaped her clenched teeth.
Then it happened. A hot, clear gush hit Piper’s chin, soaking the front of her shirt. The sound was unmistakable – a quick, pulsing release. The acidic scent filled the space under the desk.
Maya sobbed, a raw, broken sound. Her whole body went limp, sliding half out of the chair. She clung to the desk edge, her fingers white, shuddering through the aftershocks.
Piper finally pulled back. She sat on her heels, wiping her face with Maya’s skirt. She was breathing hard. She looked from Maya’s wrecked form, to Leo’s amused disbelief, and finally to Alasdair.
His expression was unreadable. He had seen everything. The video. This.
Piper stood up, her knees popping. She walked, not crawled, back to the teacher’s desk at the front of the room. The linoleum was cool under her bare feet. She picked up the abandoned coffee mug from the desk. It was cold, half-full of stale, milky coffee.
She walked back to the center of the room, between the rows. She held the mug in one hand. She stopped in front of Alasdair.
“Your turn to clean up,” she said, her voice hoarse. She thrust the mug toward him. “Go on. Under the desk. Where I was. Get every drop. Use your fingers if you have to. Then drink it.”
Alasdair looked at the mug. He looked at her face, shiny with sweat and Maya’s come.