Gilda, I Can't Study With you!
Only a bit of studying really
"So, will you help me out or not?"
You were still trying to comprehend what was happening right now.
Gilda, the toughest girl you knew in school, and the same Gilda who occasionally beat you up for your money, was asking for your help.
"You do realize what you've put me through, right?"
She groans and whips back her bleached-blonde hair in annoyance. "Yeah, look... You can't say those weren't fun to do..."
"Sneaking live snakes into someone's backpack isn't fun; its fucking sadistic."
She gives a chuckle. "Well, I thought it was fun."
You give her a scowl and realize this isn't worth it. What could she offer you anyway? Your several hundreds of dollars in lunch money back?
"Why me?"
"Ugh, I already told you why!" She snaps at you, slamming her hand into the locker next to you. "If I don't pass this test, I;m going to get written up and probably kicked out of the school! So I need an egghead to help me pass!" She removes her hand from the locker and brushes her hair skyward. "I thought you were supposed to be smart."
She pokes a finger at you. "Besides, there's no way I'm going to Twilight. If Dash sees me talking to her, she'll think I wanna be buddy buddy with her loser friends again..."
Your scowl slowly changes into a smirk. To say you enjoyed being on the opposite end of this would be an understatement.
"And if I say no?"
Gilda clenches her fist and prepares to swing a haymaker into your jaw, but hold herself back, relaxing her hand. Instead giving a defeated sigh.
"Please? Don't be a dweeb..."
You look her over, she actually seems sincere about this. She may be a jerk, but you're not. If you can help her avoid expulsion...
"Fine. But only this once-"
"Great! Guess I'll catch you after class, dweeb! Don't be late or I'll kick your ass!"
Gilda smiles coyly at you before turning around to walk off down the hall. Somewhere in your mind there was a voice telling you that you’ve fucked up.
"I'm gonna regret this, aren't I?
Class comes and goes without much incident, although the professor berates you for questioning him again.
You begin to pack up your bags as a hand slams onto your desk causing you to fall back in your seat.
"Haha! Careful dweeb, I still need you around for the rest of the night!"
You look up from the floor, Gilda smirks down at you as she offers her hand.
"How the hell did you know I was here?"
You grab her hand as she hoists you up, pulling you close and motioning to a seat several rows across from yours.
"We're in the same class dork. Your nose is too pressed into these stupid books to pay any attention."
She smirks as you blush awkwardly.
"C'mon dweeb, I need to get my crap from my locker"
She pushes away from you and heads out the door. You mutter a swear under your breath, how did you not notice her after all this time? Quickly deciding to pay more attention to what's around you, you hurry after her.
"Why didn't you bring your books with you anyway? How are you going to learn anything if you dont have the material in class?"
She turns her head and grin's as you catch up to her, walking side by side.
"Prof doesn't care if I 'learn' or not, I've already got a rep for bad behavior, the teachers don't care what I do in class, so long as I'm not messing with other students."
"Sooo... what do you do in class then?"
She stops at a locker, banged and battered, you can already tell its hers. She looks at you and winks.
"Think of ways to mess with you. What else?"
You suppress a groan as she rummages through her locker, this is going to be a long night.
As you exit the school Gilda swings around, coming face to face with you.
"Hey, you’ve got some money on you yeah?”
What?
"Why does that matter?”
You pull out your wallet and start to count the cash you have on hand. Gilda stares at you, then gives your wallet a glance and snickers.
"Nice mugshot, could you have looked any more serious?"
You snort and stuff your wallet back into your pocket.
"They tell you not to smile when you get your shot taken, so I did what they asked, what's wrong with that."
"Oh, nothing, nothing... if you’re a twerp who always follows the rules that is." She smirks again, flicking you on the forehead as she turns and walks ahead of you. Humming a tune.
"Well excuse me for caring, where's your ID huh? I doubt yours is any better than mine!"
Her humming dies down as she slows her pace, allowing you to catch up to her.
"I... don't have one. Don't have the money to go pick one up."
She shakes her head and looks up at you.
"But keep your mouth shut about that or I'll shut if for you, got it?"
"Alright! Alright! Hell..."
You sigh as she looks at you, smiling playfully.
"I'm glad you've got an ID though, you can do me a favor."
You eye her warily.
"The hell do you mean, I thought I already was?"
"Oh don't worry, I just need to get something before we start studying, it's for the both of us anyway, so consider it a thank you, come on, lets go."
She turns and sprints ahead of you, rounding a corner and waving you on. Warning bells go off in your head, but you press on and hurry to catch up to her, you've already come this far.
"No, not happening"
"Oh come on dweeb, what, you telling me you've never done this before?"
"OF COURSE I'VE DONE THIS BEFORE"
You cough awkwardly as several people walk past the two of you.
"But you want me to help you study, NOT get drunk!"
You gesture wildly at the store in front of you, BigMac liquor, you come here often enough, normally to drown in your own self misery of daily harassment, not to supply the harasser…
"Whatever, look, here's the money, just get some Whiskey and a case of... I dunno, whatever the fuck you want."
She reaches into her shorts and fishes around for some money, as she bends forward to reach into her back pocket, you can't help but take in the sight, for all she's put you through she's got a fantastic body, her shorts could barely be called shorts, and the tank top she's sporting just barely does enough to cover up her pert breasts.
She looks up at you catching a peak and grins.
"Careful there dweeb, helping me study isn't going to get you any of this."
You look away hurriedly, blushing brighter than you even though possible.
"Yeah, whatever, listen, can we just get going? I don't want to play fucking hook-up for you. I'd rather just get this night over with alright?"
Before you have a chance to complain further, You're taken aback as she slams the money into your chest and pushes you against the side of the building, holding you securely with her elbow.
"Listen up dweeb, I'm trying to do us both a favor here alright? I know you don't like me, and I sure as hell ain't keen on having you come over to my place, so this good will I'm supplying?" She shakes the money in your face for emphasis. "Is doing us both a favor, alright? Besides, if you don't help me out here." You feel a presence lingering near your groin, and you suppress a groan as it pushes into you. "You're gonna find out what it's like to live with only one nut, got it?"
"G-Got it."
Gilda smiles, pushing away and giving you a light smack on the cheek.
“Good, now go get us some booze.”
You step into the liquor store, Big Mac handling the counter, you stop to consider that he's always there, every time you come in. Whatever, at least he's a constant.
You make your way to the whiskey aisle, browsing the selection, Sailor Jerry's, Appletons, Granny Smith's lucky loo. You consider all of them before sighing and grabbing Jackie’s Whiskey, best not to piss her off. You look down at the handful of bills she pressed into your palm before pushing you into the store. You stop as you realize what you're seeing.
"BITCH ONLY GAVE ME FIFTEEN BUCKS!"
You shut your mouth quickly as Big Mac centers his gaze on you. Of all the people you want to upset, Mac's not one of them. Heading up to the counter you grab a bottle of Sparkle~Cola and place them both on the counter, pulling out your credit card.
"Evenin'" Mac responds in his usual manor.
"Sup Mac, how's the day been?"
"Same ol' same ol'. twenty eight ninety five... that your girl out there?"
He motions outside, to where Gilda is waiting on the sidewalk.
"What? Ha! Haha! No, nothing like that... she's just a... friend. I'm helping her study tonight."
You slide your card into the slot, wanting to complete this transaction sooner rather than later. Big Mac looks at the Jack then you, then back to the jack, then you again, a grin crossing his face.
"Uh-huh, well, have fun 'studying'." He chuckles as you grab the bag from him, hurrying outside.
"Fuckin Mac, I'm never going to be able to explain that to him."
You make your way towards Gilda, her face breaking into a smile as you step back in line with her, continuing the trail down to her place.
"New I could count on you, where's your shit though?"
"You only gave me fifteen bucks Gilda, some of “your”' shit is mine."
She looks at you, her eyes narrowing, ready to make a snide remark, but instead, she laughs and continues on.
"Fair enough dweeb, that was your money anyway."
You stop as her words hit you. Your money?
"Dammit Gilda!"
The trip to Gilda's is done mostly in silence, she mentioned that the trip wouldn't take more than 15 minutes, and you're slowly approaching that mark. Curiosity wins out and you finally decide to start conversing again.
"So where do you live anyway?"
"Little apartment on celestial lane, right by lunar crescent."
You stop as your brain begins to process what it's just heard.
"Celestial lane? As in, one of the most expensive places to live in Canterlot, Celestial lane? Are you FUCKING kidding me? Why the HELL am I paying for your booze then?"
You’re about to go into a rant and chew her out for being loaded, but before you can argue further a fist finds its way into your stomach. You double over in pain as Gilda grabs the bag from your hands and pulls the Jack out, twisting the bottle open and taking a quick shot.
"Because, loud mouth" another pull as she crouches to get eye level with you "My parents make trips up here to make sure I've got what I need and that's it. I don't have, 'free money' Dweeb. They cover my pad and food and that's about it. S'why I pick on you all the time." She offers you the bottle as you get back on your feet.
You cringe at her as she smiles at you, shaking the bottle in her hand as she pushes it toward you.
You cough, and snag the bottle from her, rising to your feet and taking a long pull from the bottle, the burn in your throat replaces the pain in your gut and helps to ease the headache that's no doubt creeping up on you as you speak.
"But if your parents are able to afford a place on Celestial Lane, why don't they throw you spending money to enjoy after school hours?"
"My parent's want what's best for me dweeb, they figure If I don't have the funds to enjoy a little night life, I'll have to focus on school more. Sure showed them though eh? Fuckin' pricks"
She punches you lightly in the shoulder, and grabs the bottle back, corking the top and pushing it back into the bag.
"Come on, my place is next block."
You massage your stomach and cough lightly, watching Gilda as she hurries ahead of you. You take a moment to stare at her rear before shaking your heading and hurrying to match her pace.
Gilda fumbles with the key, trying to balance her books in one hand as she curses at the door.
You stand at the entrance taking in the surrounding. She lives on the fifth floor, an open air walkway connecting the apartments from the outside. From below you can see several people milling about, a park lies to the east, people lounging in the grass, walking pets. If you weren't so worried about what's behind you you'd probably spend time out here just watching people go by.
"You coming in or what dweeb? I ain't gonna wait around all day for you."
"Sorry, just taking in the scenery, nice neighborhood"
You push away from the railing and turn, Gilda's halfway into her place and she holds the door for you as you step inside.
Your jaw drops as you take in her home, it's BIG, bigger than you thought. The living room alone makes up most of your own place. On one wall hangs posters of all shapes and sizes, various bands and artists you've never listened to, a large leather couch is pressed neatly into it and a large coffee table with books and beer bottles sits in the center of the room. Opposite the poster wall and off to the corner is a fireplace, the mantle covered with various empty liquor bottles, several of them you're familiar with yourself.
"Make yourself at home, I need to get changed, sweatin' like a pig over here. Kitchen's to your left, help yourself to a glass of whatever, I won't be long."
You shake yourself out of your stupor and look over at Gilda, only to see her walking down the hall to a bathroom, her top already halfway over her head. You gulp slowly as your eyes linger over her bare back, and you manage to catch a hint of side-boob before she disappears into the room.
"Tease.” You mutter quietly under your breath as you head to the kitchen for a glass.
"And you better have a fuckin' drink ready for me to before I finish up in here, or I'm gonna beat your ass for sneaking a peek, got it?"
"Yes ma'am!"
How the Fuck did she know?
"Pwah"
Gilda exhales sharply and slams her glass down on the table. You finish your own and set it down, albeit more gently.
"This shit shure hits the spot, eh dork?" She reaches for the bottle and grins at you, pouring herself another.
"Yeah, fuckin' great. Come on, we've only covered half the material, we still need to tackle the rest of it if you want even a chance of passing."
You glance outside, the stars are out and the moon shines through the curtains of her patio. You've been here longer than you thought you were going to. Unfortunately, as much as you hate to admit it, Gilda's plan to drink while you studied has helped ease you around her, and you ended up staying much later than you had planned.
"Fuck you shit-stain!" She waves her arm in your direction, balling her hand into a fist. "I've got a mind like a fucking... Eagle man, I can shtore everything in here."
You chuckle as she passes the bottle to you, and you fill your own drink to match.
"The hell does that even mean? Mind of an Eagle, that makes no sense!"
You attempt to mix some sparkle~cola with your drink, but Gilda grabs it out of your hand before you can pour it.
"Quit it with that shhhit. If your gonna fucking drink with me do it fucking right y-you... dweeb."
She stumbles the last few words out. A belch accompanying it.
You may have been matching her in drinks, but while she's been drinking straight, you've been mixing your's with the Cola, it's helped a little, but the buzz is coming in strong.
"I didn't come here to drink with you Gilda, I came to help you study, remember? But with how this night’s been going I doubt you even remember anything we've gone over."
"I have s-s-so you fuckin' dork." She flips you off and takes another swig of her drink. "Ask me something, I'll fuckin' get it right. You'll see."
Bingo, this is how you get out of here.
"Alright fine, but if you get one wrong, just one. I'm outta here. I'm not gonna waste my time teaching you if you're not gonna remember this shit."
She eyes you coldly, and you could swear she's going to take a swing at you, but she stops and exhales sharply, then laughs, harder than you've seen before. Shes laughing harder than the fucking snake incident. The bitch.
"Hahahah, oh, fuck me dweeb, you really know how to up the ante huh? Heh, fine then. I get one wrong, you can walk out without a hitch, but if I get'em right, you gotta drink, deal?"
You eye the bottle of Jack, your last drink pretty much emptied it, she probably doesn't even realize it. Good.
"Deal, let's get started."
You begin to flip through some pages to find something you've covered, but stop as Gilda gets up and walks into the kitchen.
"What, need a glass of water or something? Probably a good idea to sober up if you want a chance of winning this."
"Uh-huh, whatever dweeb." She walks back into the living room and tosses a bottle at you.
"Catch."
"Fuck!"
You scramble to get your hands out and grab the bottle before it hits you in the face. You twirl it around and groan in defeat. You weren't expecting this.
"Sailor Jerry? The fuck Gilda?"
She falls onto the floor opposite you, opening her own bottle.
"Emergency reserve, y'think I'd really be dry? Now come on, letsh both take a shot to get this game started."
She leans back and takes a long pull from the bottle, in your haze you don't even realize that you're staring at her. After her shower she came out in nothing but some boxer briefs and a loose fitting black tank top.
They both cling to her body perfectly, allowing you a minute to take in the sight. You can't help but feel a little turned on, girl knows how to work with her assets, that's for sure. Hell, if she weren't so fucking crazy you'd probably try and- Oh shit! more sideboo-
"You gonna keep staring at my tits or you gonna take a fucking shot? Why not try both, I'm sure you're smart enough to figure that out."
You break your gaze and stare at her face, she doesn't look angry, hell, she looks almost sultry. Her eyes narrowed in a playful way, and a mischievous smile parts slowly as she licks her lips.
"Uh... yeah right."
You unscrew the bottle and take a swig, Sailor Jerry's your favourite drink. Of fucking course she'd have bottles of this shit laying around. You break away with a grunt and set the bottle on the table.
"Thanks for that last shot, you ready to let me outta here?"
"Not yet Bitch, start the questions, you're gonna be here all night."
"We'll see."
"Explaaa-in the word Genome"
"A set of genes or genetic material present in an organism, idiot. Drink."
"What is the meaning of the word Vari... Varicose?"
"A condition causing swelling and or lengthening of the veins. Kind'a like what happens to your dick whenever you look at my tits. Oh, and Drink."
You look up to see her grinning wickedly, she's pulling her shirt down with one finger, inching achingly slow towards her nipple. You begin to stumble nonsense out of your mouth before shaking your head and glaring at her, she laughs loudly as she takes another pull from her bottle.
"What is contitonal, FUCK! Conditional Probability?"
She grins at you again. "The probability of an event, given that another has already occured. Like, if you were to have ever had sex, your balls would have had to have dropped first... heh. Oh right, drink."
GOD DAMMIT! You snap the bottle up in your hand and take a long drink, pulling away with a sharp exhale. Every question. Every FUCKING question shes got right so far. You don't even know how many times you've had to grab that damn bottle but the fact that its half empty means you're losing the Goddamn war.
You look up again to eye her, she's pulling another shot, just after yours. She pulls away with a sigh and a drizzle of liquor runs down her neck, between her cleavage. She notices your stare and winks at you. You turn away in a huff. That pisses you off the most, every time you've had to drink she matches it with one of her own. Is she just showing off? How is she able to remember this shit?
"You gonna *hic* ask another question champ? Don't tell me you've run out of steam already. The nightsss shtill young, and you and I still have so much to do."
Another wink as she stretches, pulling her arms across her head and leaning forward, her breasts press against her shirt, and You're suddenly very aware of the fact that you're starting to get a chub. The booze clearly hasn't killed all your motor functions yet.
You cough and bury your face in the book.
"Hold on, lemme look for something."
Trying to distract yourself from the damn temptress. Slowly, you begin to come up with an idea. She's been getting all the questions right, at least, all the ones you've covered with her. What if you...
Quickly you skim forward several pages and find the question that will set you free.
"Alright, here we go, wha-"
You look up only to see that she's directly in front of you, while you were scanning the pages she's scooted up right in front of you, face to face. Or it would be, if she wasn't eyeing your crotch. You look down only to find your half chub has decided to set up camp, tent and all. You look up again, grinning nervously. And she arches an eyebrow at you, smiling seductively.
"Well well well, looks like I was wrong, the Dweebs balls have dropped." She smiles as she leans in to you, her breath caressing your ear as she whispers "Next question, dweeb."
You stumble backwards, and she laughs again, sliding right up to get in your face again.
"Come on shit head, I do need to pass this test you know!" She winks and playfully jabs your arm.
You slowly breath out, trying to calm yourself, the giggling in front of you not doing much to help.
"Alright alright, here."
Time to go home.
"What is meant by the term 'Pastoral farming'?"
She stops, her head droops to the floor as her eyes scan wildly at nothing.
Hook line and sinker. You smirk to yourself as she slowly stumbles out an answer.
"It... its... a ... farm run... b-by... Reverends?"
She looks at you, and you stare at her, before your sides cave in and you burst out laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA OH FUCK ARE YOU KIDDING ME? HAHAHA! REVERENDS?"
You gasp for breath as you continue to howl. Finally, its time to pack up and get the fuck outta here. Your laughter finally subsides and you begin to put away your things.
"Well its be-*hic*-been fun Gilda, but I gotta get hom-"
"Fucker..."
A low growl stops you cold, and you turn to look over your shoulder, Gilda is clenching her fists on her knees, shivering.
"Sorry?"
"FUCKER! WE HAVEN'T EVEN STUDIED THAT SHIT YET!" She lunges at you, her fist swinging wildly toward your head.
Yelping loudly you lean back, her fist sails over your head and she falls into you.
"GAH"
You grunt loudly as she falls, Gilda landing face first into your crouch, you stifle a groan as she shifts slightly into you.
You both sit motionless for a moment before you here Gilda sniff. Loudly. Into you. Shes... sniffing your crotch…
oh God why is that so ho-
"You like thissh huh?" She lifts her head up and stares at you, slowly moving her hand toward your waist. "Think itsh fun to just mess with me? Fuck me up sho I *hic* fail my test?"
"Wait, no Gilda I just- GYAH!"
Your cut short as she slinks her hand past your waistband and reaches down your pants grabbing your shaft, squeezing tightly.
"Ah fuuuck"
Another squeeze and a tug, your mind is racing. How the hell did you end up in this situation? The booze clouds your judgement as another jerk of her hand plays with your member.
"Your fucking right 'Ah fuck'."
She undoes your belt and pulls your pants down, your dick now alert and eagerly waving about.
She grins at you as she stands up, slowly pulling down her briefs, you can barely register what’s happening, your eyes take in the sight, her clit is swollen, and her juice is slowly running down her leg.
"You wanna fuck me over huh? Fuck me with questions AND fuck my pussy?" She points to your dick and smirks.
"Fine, I can fuck you right back." She snickers as she pushes you down, and lowers herself onto your face.
You inhale deeply, her scent overpowering everything else, you groan again as a hand flicks across your shaft, slowly making circles around the tip. Your baser instinct taking over as your tongue darts out of your mouth, caressing Gilda's womanhood.
"Ahhh, fuck yes. Go on, enjoy yourself bitch, suck it up." Gilda groans and pushes into you harder, almost suffocating you. Her hand slowly stops pumping your shaft as you lap at her, before suddenly flicking you hard. You grunt in pleasure as the sensation washes over you.
"You like that huh? You like getting told what to do? Fuckin thought so. At lea- Ahhhh- At least you know how to get a girl off."
She grinds herself harder into you, your mind focused solely on breathing and lapping at her juices as they leak out of her slit. Another hard tug against your cock sends a shiver down your spine and a bit of pre leaks out. Gilda giggles and slowly wipes it up with a finger.
"Seems like we're both enjoying this dweeb. I gotta admit I didn't expect the sex to happen like this, Mmmm, I thought I was gonna have to force your stupid ass. Glad It didn't come to that."
There's a pause as you listen to her, a slow moan as she leans back, the hand that was playing with your cock, covered in your pre, makes its way to her lips. She smiles as you watch her take it into her mouth, licking up your jizz.
"Hmm. You taste pretty good too, do a good job down there and I might even let this little guy have a taste of me." She chuckles as she brings her hand back, stroking your member. Faster and harder.
You grunt and moan into her, you can feel the buildup coming right before she stops.
"Ah ha, cant have that now can we?" Slowly, teasingly, she slides herself off your face and stands. Looking you in the eyes.
"haa, haa, G-Gilda." You stutter, unable to find the words.
"Heehee, look at you, all ready and raring to go. You wanna please me?" She grabs the bottle of rum off the table and takes a pull.
You nod slowly as you take in her body. Every inch of her body is slick with sweat and you can't help but take it all in.
Is this actually happening? The girl who’s been tormenting you for ages is now half naked in front of you, playing with herself and smiling down at you.
Your face is covered in her juices but at this point, your mind is too far gone in booze and lust to care.
"Yeah, Let me please you Gilda, I'll do whatever."
She holds her hand up, a finger in the air, a few seconds pass as she finishes her drink. She wipes her mouth with her hand and pulls her top over her head, her breasts now glistening in the dim light, she caresses them slowly, teasing around her nipples before bringing her hands to her cunt, stroking it.
"You wanna fuck this eh?" She hovers over your dick, her juice leaking onto your shaft. You groan in approval, nodding your head.
"Then drink" She hands the bottle over to you. Taking it in your hand you look up at her, she winks slyly before moaning, her fingers sliding into her pussy.
Without hesitation you bring the bottle up to your lips and pound it back, the burn doesn't even register anymore as your mind goes blank. Just keep chugging, you need to feel that cunt on your dick, fuck, how did the night turn into this.
You pull the bottle away and exhale slowly. Gilda smiles approvingly at you.
"Good boy, guess you deserve a little treat huh? Lucky for you I'm in the giving mood."
She smiles coyly as she slowly lowers herself down, her grin widens as the tip of your shaft presses against her entrance. You groan in approval and buck your legs. Eager to taste her.
"Hey now dweeb, I said you'd get a treat, not the full meal." She laughs at your attempts to enter her, she inches forward to lie on top of your stomach, her hands teasing at your chest, tugging at your nipples. You grunt and groan, before reaching your hands up to grab her legs.
"heh, eager are we. We'll I suppose you've earned it. Time to get fucked dweeb."
She slides herself back to your base, her entrance teasing you once more. Her body lies on top of you, her face inches from yours, she smiles at you, eyes full of lust and mischief.
Slowly, she leans in and kisses you, you oblige eagerly as your mouth opens, allowing her tongue to dart into you, each of you attempting to feel every inch of the other.
"Ahh" She gasps, pulling away from you. You stare at each other for a moment before she smiles wickedly.
"Fuck me wild, dweeb."
Before you can even respond she pushes herself into you. You shout out loudly, groaning as she grinds herself into you. You grip down hard on her legs and she gasps loudly, tugging at her nipples as you begin to pound into her.
"Ahh, fuck, fuck yeah, harder, harder!" She pulls herself tight around you, her nails digging into your back. You struggle to fight off your impending build up and continue to grind into her. Groaning as the feeling of her warmth slides up and down your shaft.
"Dont stop-ahhhn- dont stop dont stop, Stop and Ill fucking murder you." She groans in ecstasy and bites down into your shoulder, you gasp loudly as you feel her suck on your neck.
Slowly, that familiar feeling returns and you gasp as you try and hold it down.
"G-Gilda, im gonna-"
"Keep fucking me, dweeb, you don't-haa-get to-Ahhnn-come until I do-AHHHHHH." She gasps loudly as you push down hard on her legs, burying yourself into her as far as you can. You can feel her spasm as your own tension starts to peak.
"Cu-Cum with me, CUM WITH ME!" She rises and pushes herself down hard onto you, her mouth finding its way into yours as she moans and shudders. You groan into her as your own lust takes over, your body releasing wave after wave of cum into Gildas cunt.
"Ahhhhhh, fuuuuuck" Gilda sighs as the last wave of passion takes its toll and she falls down on top of you, breathing heavily.
You manage to gasp out between shallow breaths.
"Fu... fucking amazing."
Your body to numb to even consider moving.
"Heh, I know I am dweeb, you... hahh, you ain't too bad yourself." She inhales deeply, matching your own breath and taking in the moment.
Several minutes go by as you both lay there, your hand caressing her back as she rubs a hand up and down your arm.
"I'm... sorry. For trying to cheat my way out of here. I shouldn't have done that."
A jab to your arm causes you to cry out, just like that she's upright on top of you, her fist curled into a ball. Her glare causes you to flinch, before her smile returns and she winks at you.
"No you shouldn't have, Its fucking rude you dork. That's my job." She smiles playfully at you, and you grin in earnest, laying your head back. Maybe she isn't as bad as you thought…
"Now, as punishment..." You gasp as you feel a hand start to play with your shaft. You jerk forward only to be met with a kiss as her hand strokes you harder.
"You're going to be with me for the rest of the night. I think that'll cover your rude behavior."
Oh... well... fuck.
"Wake up dweeb." A foot nudges you, your head is pounding. Last night... las- OH SHIT!
You get up with a start, not smart. Your head reminds you just how much you had to drink last night. You grab at it, wincing.
"The hell... how much did we drink last night?"
Gilda sits next to you, puts several empty jars of whiskey and rum into view, and a half full bottle of Sparkle~Cola. You grab desperately for the bottle, chugging as much as you can. Stopping only to come up coughing and sputtering.
"About that much. Come on Dweeb I thought you did this all the time."
You chuckle to yourself, then look up, Gilda's smiling at you. Did you really…
"So... last night." You start, but Gilda jumps onto your lap, looking you in the eye.
"Fucking incredible. Wasn't I? I didn't think I had it in me." She laughs, then coughs suddenly. Her eyes look to you, then dart away nervously.
"Wait... didn't think... Gilda, was..."
A sharp pain in your arm as Gilda pulls her hand away from you. How do you never see that coming?
"Shut it dweeb, I've done it plenty." She looks away, muttering quietly. "Just never with a man before."
"What was that?"
Your hand darts forward, catching hers. Stunned you both look at each other. She smiles warmly at you, you smile back, only to feel pain shoot up your other arm.
"OW! DAMNIT!"
"I've got two hands, Genius." She pushes off you and sits down on the floor.
"So... what now?" You look at her as her eyes stare at anywhere but you, a blush across her face.
"I don't fucking know. See where this goes? Provided you don't mind dealing with me, I may even cut back on harassing you in school. How does that sound?"
You chuckle. Seems she's not going to change just because of one night.
"Alright. I think we can try. Why the hell not."
She looks at you, beaming. That smile is going to get you into more trouble than you care to admit.
"Good, now why don't you run to Big Macs and pick up another coupl'a bottles of liquor."
"What? WHY!?"
"Because genius, we've still got the rest of the weekend to study. And you're gonna be around to help me with all of it."
She grins coyly at you, playfully batting her eyes.
Oh... well... fuck.
Author's Note
And that's that.
