The Girly Classmate: Episode Two

 It felt a bit strange running into my classmate at school after everything that had happened.


We never talked about what he’d done to me in my room; there was no need to discuss it. We both knew exactly what had gone down, and neither of us felt like we’d committed some kind of sin.


For my part, I’d stopped agonizing over whether I was gay or not. I clearly wasn’t completely straight, but that was nobody else’s business.


In the middle of one lesson, my classmate scribbled something on a scrap of paper and showed it to me: “My place today?” I looked him straight in the eye and nodded.


When the bell rang and everyone stood up, he took advantage of the moment when no one was watching, brushed his hand over my cock, and flashed me that girlish, charming smile.


Before I headed to his address, he texted me to say I couldn’t come upstairs today, but he still wanted to meet. Of course I agreed.


I waited in front of their building; I’d arrived a little early and was incredibly nervous.


The door opened, and out stepped my classmate—almost unrecognizable this time.


I guess he didn’t want to put me in an awkward spot or something, because he’d dressed in women’s clothes so convincingly that no one could tell he was actually a boy.


He wore a knee-length black skirt, purple-and-black striped stockings, and pinkish sneakers.


On top, a black T-shirt and a leather jacket; his face was fully made up this time—black eyeliner, dark lipstick, the works.


I felt an overwhelming urge to hold his hand while we walked, and he was thrilled; he flashed me a breathtaking, adorable smile the moment I took his slender fingers.


I invited him for coffee and spent the whole time showering compliments on his stunning, girlish look. He accepted them silently, smiling.


After a while, the café had nearly emptied—probably because closing time was approaching.


The café had tall, high-backed booths, so the counter staff couldn’t really see us, and we weren’t by the window but against the wall at the very back.


Without looking around or saying a word about his plan, my classmate suddenly slipped under the table and started stroking my cock.


I was a little worried; letting him do it was seriously risky, but I couldn’t resist—especially once he unzipped me and took my stiff dick into his mouth.


He created such intense suction that I was amazed I didn’t come instantly. Luckily only pre-cum was leaking, but there was plenty of that.


Suddenly the barista girl appeared beside me, and I startled a bit. Instinctively I tried to push my classmate's head away, but he was stubborn and kept sucking, refusing to let me stop him.


The barista first asked where the cute girl who’d come in with me had gone. I blurted out that she’d gone to the bathroom.


Then she said she’d like to close in ten minutes, but if we wanted anything else she’d be happy to bring it, so I ordered two slices of strawberry cake.


The moment she walked away, I unloaded a massive wad of cum into my classmate’s mouth. It poured out of me like piss; I almost worried he might choke on it.


He crawled out from under the table, and I was shocked to see how puffed-up his cute little face had become from holding all that cum in his mouth.


I didn’t understand what he planned to do with it—spit it out, maybe?—but he couldn’t figure out where, since our glasses had already been cleared.


The barista returned, set the two desserts in front of us, and I thanked her.


As soon as she left, my classmate did something utterly shocking: he simply spat my load right on top of his cake.


I was about to offer him mine since his was ruined, but then, out of nowhere, he started eating the cum-drenched cake.


He said he was sorry, but he just couldn’t swallow my cum yet; he had to flavor it with something.


After we finished our cakes, I left the barista a nice tip, and we left.


I walked him home, thanked him for the day, and gave one last compliment on his gorgeous appearance.


Just before he went inside, he kissed me and ran his hand over my cock one more time.


He whispered in my ear that he could hardly wait for our next date, and my heart pounded at the words.

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