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Reward fic
🕑 Added 2017-11-10 02:07:19 +0000 UTCThe charter bus was an hour out when Jubilee made her move. Everyone else was zonked from the two hundred mile ride back from defeat. No one saw her get up and move to another seat.
There were so few occasions when her universe and Tim’s were close enough in alignment for them to be able to go on a date. It sucked that one of the occasions was Tim’s big lacrosse game and that she couldn’t be the sole focus of his attention, like she usually was, but she’d been okay with cheering him on from the stands instead. What really sucked was that his team had lost, even with him playing his heart out.
A little sigh of relief escaped when she saw he was seated where she guessed he'd be. Two rows away from any of the other athletes. Her little loner. She’d wanted to make this date special, but it seemed doomed to be overshadowed by the loss. She’d have to go the extra mile to help him out.
"Tim?"
He was a dark shadow in the blacked-out rear of the bus and he was either asleep or not up for a visit. At least, not a visit from anyone but his hot Asian girlfriend.
"You played real well, Tim."
"Uggghllll... sure." The figure stirred, proving it was alive.
"I mean it." She slipped into the empty seat beside him. "So you dropped one ball. There were three other fumbles besides yours."
"Yeah, and mine lost the game."
She rode in silence beside him, studying the way the telephone poles stormed past the bus windows and recognizing lights in the little town they were passing through. Forty-five minutes from home, assuming the geography on this weirdo Earth was the same as hers. If she was going to make a play, it was now or never.
"Winning isn’t everything," she whispered, curling toward him and resting her head on his shoulder. “How many people on the other team get to go home to me?”
“We’re not home yet.”
“No, we’re not.”
He grunted and shifted to make her more comfortable. Good sign, thought Jubilee. At least he wasn't throwing her out. The last poles with lights were passing as they left Wetherwood and the glow through the window gave her the glimpse she'd hoped to see. Tim was mounting a hard-on against his slacks and there was nothing to stop her, once they were back out on the country road.
Her hand crept boldly to his lap as the bus went totally dark and she found the zipper quickly. He was hers!
With quick deft strokes she brought him to a head and with a bored sigh as she tongued into his ear, she whispered, "You can still score with me.”
"C’mon, Jubes," he groaned, slapping her hand away from its play with his cock. "I’m not in the mood for a handjob."
He hunched over against the window and dragged angrily at his zipper to close his fly, but the twist of his slacks kept the zipper separated. Frustrated by life, as he customarily was, Tim pulled the pillow partly over his head and pretended to sleep.
Jubilee let him alone for fully two minutes; just long enough to make him think she had given up. Then she reached across his hip. Long, warm, and trembling hard, the cock jutted across her palm. This time she said nothing. Simply clasped the shaft, but held her fingers motionless while her eyes accustomed to the darkness in the seat well. By the time she could make out the cock's white gleam against the shadowy black, Tim's need was fierce. Jubilee could feel a slight involuntary pulsing at his hips to the demand his prick was sending, to every erotic pore of his body.
“I said I don’t want a handjob.”
“Who said anything about a handjob?” she asked.
Tilting the needy column backward toward her pursed lips, Jubilee tongued the ballooning bellend lushly and slowly.
She heard a moan stifle in his throat and felt his pelvic muscles urge in response to the licking. With a delighted under-her-breath cry, she took the thunderous glans fully into her lips and began to milk the spongy tautness of the crown. Her saliva washed freely over the organ and down the shaft, wetting her fingers and drooling onto his loaded balls.
Her siphoning was silent and possessive, drawing and sucking with a fierce intensity that gave Tim terror, then hope, that she was going to engulf the whole of his member. He fought to stay motionless as his orgasm grabbed. Bless the distance between his seat and his teammates!
His ejaculation leaped in frenzy and at the first drops Jubilee gave a little gasp and clamped her lips around the discharging prick. Her throat covered his spewing cock, catching his spraying semen as she masturbated him furiously to bring out the full load.
"Geez... thanks!" A changed Tim, face glowing happily in the shadows, turned toward his temptress and pawed eagerly under her minidress. "My turn."
His fingers were tender and determined as they toyed at her vulva. She wanted to beg him to kiss her and tongue her as she had done for him, but this had to be a silent trip. Besides, even his fingers were something that would help her heat.
With hurrying rhythm, he strummed round and over her clit, finger-whipping the hyper sensitized flesh, and forcing the clitoris to fluttering, tingling madness.
"God! Tim, it's so..."
"Shhhh!" he hissed the warning just as she hit climax and spasmed violently against his wicked fingers. It came and went quickly and the aftermath was a needling frenzy to want to drag him to the floor and fuck this shy, sweet neighbor boy, then and there. Instead, she cupped his face in her hands and leaned to press a long and lingering kiss.
"You are quite the guy," she whispered. "Thank you."
He was strangely silent and she cuddled against his shoulder, wondering what else she could do to make this date night memorable.
