Preview: April Fool's Day

A sneak peak at what I'm working on for the Lit contest. It's a first-time story between a couple of college students trying to make their name among their classmates with a competitively epic prank. Still working on a title :)

All characters consenting and over 18.

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Val squeezes my hand. “Are you ready?”

I glance out at the still vacant street, far below us. Someone could walk by at any moment, but it’s feeling less and less likely that they will. I squeeze back, and swallow to moisten my throat. “Yeah. You want to lie down?”

Val pauses for thought, then suggests, “You first? I’d kinda like to be the one moving while we figure out how to make everything, you know, fit.”

“Sure, okay.” I adjust my mental image of what we’re attempting, while she backs up along the ledge to give me room. Mostly, I’m relieved she doesn’t want me to hold her in some acrobatic, gravity-defying, Instagram-style pose.

Very carefully, I get down on my knees, then my ass, then my back, stretching out on this slab of rock maybe three feet wide. Once I’m in position, I feel a little more secure. It’s difficult to trip off the edge of a building while you’re lying down.

I keep reminding myself of that, soothing myself enough to enjoy watching Val strip off her jeans and pop her breasts back out.

Otherwise, she stays dressed, like most people who’s wildest sex photos line the Hall of Fame back at school, ready to stop and run at a moment’s notice. For the pics taken on campus, it’s more of a fashion statement. For us, it might actually end up being the thing that keeps us out of jail.

I’d love to see more of Val someday. I’d like to know every inch of her skin. But I’m going to get up close and personal with the parts that have most obsessed me, tonight, right now. It’s dizzying to think about, even more dizzying than the view over the railing-free ledge right beside us.

Val shakes out her hands, does a little hop on her feet like she’s psyching herself up, and then steps forward to straddle one of my legs and place her hands on the catch of my jeans.

I reach down to help her open them and pull my cock out into the night air. I worry for a moment about what I’m going to have to show her — I’ve been vacillating back and forth between nervous shrinkage and almost painful overexcitement the whole time we’ve been here, but the moment I feel her fingers on my bare skin, the excited side takes over.

She holds me in both hands, almost too gently, running her palms all over every side.

“I guess it would be another tie if I tasted it, huh?” she asks. “If it’s a first for both of us, that just cancels out.”

“Please don’t let that stop you,” I say, and feel myself beginning to drip with anticipation.

Is that gross? Is it hot? It feels ridiculous to ask her.

She leans her head down and licks me, tentatively, starting from the base. First, it’s just the very tip of her tongue, tickling its way around, then the soft, flat surface, and then suckling kisses along the sides.

Is she teasing me or stalling? Is she afraid to—

Her mouth closes around the head, wet and warm. Her tongue is pressed right to where that dribble of precum just was, and after a moment of thoughtful lapping, she seems to decide she doesn’t mind it.

She works her way deeper, tapping me with the edges of teeth a couple times, but quickly adjusting when she hears the fright in my breath. Her lips almost reach the base, and for a split second, I can feel the back of her throat. There’s an instant convulsion back there, pushing me away, and I think she’s going to spit me out, but she retreats only halfway and quickly gathers her composure.

With a little more experimentation, she finds a rhythm, sucking on just the head. Her lips are folded inward, protecting me from her teeth as she holds my shaft firmly between them, like the grip of a padded vice.

It’s kinda weird, but not bad.

Maybe I’m not the most authoritative judge, what with the fact I have zero frame of reference, and I’m so wound up right now that I could probably hump a brick wall and call it good, but I don’t care. The biggest crush of my life has my dick in her mouth right now, and wants to make it feel nice. If I’m not careful, I’m going to cum just thinking about it, and I might not even be able to think quick enough to warn her.

I’m about two seconds away from asking her to back off for a while, when she does. She lifts her head, and wraps my wet cock gently in one hand to shield it from the chill.

“Oh, that’s hard!” she exclaims, rubbing her jaw. “Not you, just… well, yeah, you’re also really hard. I didn’t know a body part could get that hard without actual bones. But I meant, holy fuck, that’s like doing pushups when you’ve never done pushups before. Who’d think sucking would be difficult? Guess I’ve got a lot of practice ahead of me.”

“Later?” I suggest, as she starts to lower her head again. “For now, could we try, um, you know, the other thing?”

While I still can.

“Oh, right,” says Val. “Yeah, of course. I’m getting to that.”

Her voice is blasé, but her posture is anything but. She clasps her hands, squeezes her shoulders upward and together, and her face turns noticeably pinker.

How have I never noticed it before? How flustered she gets when conversation takes a sexual turn and she’s not completely at the wheel? Her swagger is a front, and now that I can see it, everything makes so much more sense.