Escalation 009 (Patreon)

Weiss stewed in her anger for the rest of the day.

She had failed.

Weiss knew that she wasn’t perfect. As much as she strived to be, no one was above fault. While she always tried her best to succeed in any endeavor she put her mind to, she had failed in more ways than most her age. The expectations placed upon her shoulders were greater than that of the average person, born from the prestige that her family name carried and the perfectionist, maniacal attitude of her father. She had been tested often in her youth, in all manner of ways. Everything from her posture to learning about the family business, learning to play the piano and violin, how to sing, how to dance, economics, political policies and general high society etiquette – that was only a sample of the many topics she was expected to excel in. After Winter had flown the coop and joined the Atlas military, all of his attention had fallen on her as the next in line.

He had tried to sculpt her into the perfect little pawn that would do whatever he said and never question him, the likes of which he had been unable to achieve with her older sister. Sometimes she passed and earned his grudging praise. Back then, she had lived for any scrap of affection. But mostly, she would falter and receive his scorn. It was only natural when the bar was set so high.

Yes, she wasn’t new to failure – but if there was one thing Weiss never did, it was give up.

She hadn’t given up when she had made her desires about becoming a Huntress and attending Beacon known, and she wouldn’t give up now.

Weiss traced her scar lightly, across her cheek and up over her brow. The skin was rough and uneven in contrast to the smooth and soft skin that surrounded it. She had failed many times but this mark was not one of them. No, this was a reminder of her greatest triumph – and she would need to call upon all of her strength to surmount the current challenge set before her.

Pyrrha had made her move – and now she was certain, without a shadow of a doubt that Jaune was the one being taken advantage of. All of her unkind thoughts were now proven misdirected.

The crimson haired girl had put his penis in her mouth! It was everything she had feared coming to pass! And what a penis it was! Weiss felt her insides coil and throb as she remembered how long and thick it was, as she watched Pyrrha take it deep into her throat with obscene slurps and gagging coughs. It was slightly curved upwards, the crown fat and a little wider than the shaft. A small part of her felt intimidated by it. It was clearly designed to please women, to render them helpless with pleasure and impregnate them with the highest possibility of success. Why else would it be so manly and long, able to touch as deep as possible and deposit semen directly where it was needed? Weiss knew that her body was small...

What would such a penis do to her?

But she didn’t have time to be scared. She was getting ahead of herself. It w-wasn’t like she liked Jaune now, it was just that she wanted to get him away from that harlot! She would save him from that conniving, sly fox if it was the last thing she ever did. Pyrrha may have beaten her to the punch but it wasn’t over; not by a long shot.

It was time for Weiss to counter attack.

Men were weak, a slave to their base instincts. Jaune was better than most, she knew that even if she once believed he was more of the same but he wasn’t a saint. He wasn’t infallible. Pyrrha had taken advantage of this and had trapped her partner, enslaving him in lust. Weiss would break him free of those chains and fight fire with fire. She might not be able to defeat Pyrrha on the battlefield but here? This was a place Weiss believed she could win.

After all, hadn’t Jaune desired her first?

All she had to do was remind him of that fact.

She was still the girl he had pined for. She was still the girl he had laid his feelings bare before. It was true that she once spurned those same feelings but things had changed in that regard. Weiss would now consider them, genuinely. For he was true and kind, and a good friend – one of her best friends, even if she had trouble seeing it before. He had attempted to protect her heart and so now she would protect his. If that meant she had to put down the snake that was called Pyrrha Nikos, then she was up for it.

She would not fail again and she would not stop, no matter how many setbacks occurred. Resolve settled deep in her bones, filling her spine with the same steel that had propped her up against the Geist her father had pitted against her. Any reservations and fears were crushed and swept aside.

These thoughts did little to calm the raging inferno of her anger, however.

Dinner was an awkward affair.

Weiss stabbed at her food, hacking it apart with none of the graceful etiquette drilled into her from a young age. Ruby leaned away as pieces of meat splashed off her plate and onto the table, causing more than a little mess.

“W-Weiss?” Ruby tried, timidly – only to eep when she pinned the younger girl with an intense glare.

“Yes?” she asked sweetly.

“Um,” Ruby shrunk further. “Are you okay? You seem mad.”

“I am perfectly well,” she replied while continuing to tear her steak apart. “Never better, in fact. I feel amazing – not mad at all.”

Ruby clearly didn’t believe her but she didn’t care. She wasn’t mad.

She was furious.

Pyrrha was seated directly across from her, a picture of serenity as she picked at her food. Weiss refused to look her way because if she did, she would pick up her plate and toss it at her face. As much as it would gratify her to see her shocked expression, Weiss knew that it would kick start a larger food fight that would get them all thrown in detention. It had happened before. Despite the potential punishment, it was still very tempting.

“Thieving, underhanded, perverted floozy,” she muttered quietly. Weiss shoveled a mouthful of mashed potatoes into her mouth.

Ruby leaned even further away.

If she couldn’t look at Pyrrha without fear of doing something drastic, she couldn’t look at Jaune for an entirely different reason. Even with all the anger she felt, Weiss couldn’t stop the blush that rose on her cheeks. Her blood boiled not only with rage at his partner but with embarrassment.

She had shown him her body!

No boy had ever seen her bare body before. It had been a spur of the moment decision, reckless and thoughtless. When she had returned to the showers, it had been to see what was keeping Pyrrha. Any suspicions had been minor but when she had witnessed Pyrrha on her knees, sucking his penis – well, she hadn’t even tried to hide her presence. Perhaps she should have interrupted them and she still wasn’t sure why she hadn’t just grabbed Pyrrha by the hair and pulled her off him, but she hadn’t.

So she attempted to steal his attention in the only way she knew how, in the only way she could in that situation.

Weiss squeezed her thighs together as she remembered Jaune’s face, twisted with pleasure and eyes blown wide in desire. When his gaze had settled on her, she had noticed the change immediately. He had been shocked, certainly – but when she had removed her towel, revealing her magnificence, it had taken his pleasure to new heights.

He’d been looking at her as his pleasure peaked, even if it had been Pyrrha’s mouth around him. Devouring her body with his eyes, his mind consumed with her. It was her loss and failure – but she had this. But if she wanted to win, she needed to go further. She needed to get over her embarrassment because if she didn’t, then she didn’t stand a chance.

A plan formed in her mind.

“Does anyone have any plans for tomorrow?” Ren asked.

Yang shrugged. “Nah – probably just gonna chill. Today was pretty intense. I kinda just want to be lazy and stay in bed. What about you guys?”

Nora flexed her arms, grinning. “Gym day. Why don’t you join me? I need someone to pump iron with.”

“Hard pass,” Yang groaned. “Like I said – bed.”

“Boo,” Nora knocked back her drink, smacking her lips and burping. “Anyone else want to join me?”

Ruby shook her head. “No thanks. I need to do some work on my baby. She overworked herself today and needs a full pampering.”

Only Ruby would call a strip down and reassembly a pampering.

“I might visit Vale,” Blake piped up next. “There is a new place that I’ve been dying to visit down by the docks – I overheard some of our classmates talking about it.”

“Like a restaurant or something?” Jaune asked. Blake nodded.

Yang grinned. “Let me guess – it has fish on the menu.”

Blake huffed. “If you must know, then yes – it does. So?”

The blonde laughed. “Oh, no problem here.”

Amber eyes narrowed in annoyance.

“What about guys?” Ruby asked, looking at Jaune and Pyrrha. “Do you have anything planned?”

“Actually,” Weiss spoke up before they could answer, taking a deep breath to steady her heart. “I was hoping if I could take up some of your time tomorrow, Jaune. If it isn’t too much trouble, of course. I do not wish to impose.”

She felt her cheeks burn even hotter when she looked directly at him but hoped that no one would notice. When his eyes met hers, she saw a hint of something deep within, a darkening that caused her stomach to tremble. What did he see when he looked at her, now? Did he see her naked body, bare to his eyes? Her nipples tightened furiously, pebbling so fast that it hurt, a dull ache that throbbed deep in her breasts.

The scales had tipped at some point. Weiss didn’t care.

“Ah – sure,” he replied, quickly looking away. “You aren’t imposing at all. I didn’t have any plans.”

“Excellent,” she could feel Pyrrha’s eyes on her, burning – but she refused to acknowledge her. Weiss hoped that she had ruined some scheme the redhead had been thinking up. She wouldn’t let her monopolize his time. Pyrrha was sure to push her position if left with free reign. “I’ll message you later, okay?”

Jaune nodded, still not looking at her. “Yeah, that’s cool.”

That night, Weiss got ready for bed early, brushing her teeth and slipping into her baby blue negligee. While the rest of her team were lounging around and talking amongst themselves, she wiggled beneath her blankets, pulling the sheets up over her head as she cradled her scroll close to her chest.

She knew what she had to do. The only way she could pull Jaune away from his partner was to employ similar tactics. Weiss knew that she was beautiful and Jaune had already shown in the past that he desired her, so that wasn’t a problem. No, the problem was that she had zero experience with this type of thing.

Weiss wasn’t that type of girl. She wasn’t a slut. Asking Neptune to the Beacon dance was the extent of her experience in pursuing someone. Every other guy that had attempted anything with her came to her, not the other way around. She couldn’t rely on that this time, though. He no longer approached her in that way because she had made it clear that she desired no relationship with him.

She would have to be the aggressor this time.

And she would do it if she wanted any chance at winning his freedom. If that meant she had to act like a loose woman, then so be it. She couldn’t practice for this like it was a fight and hone her skills with a sparring partner. Well, she could but the thought was disgusting and abhorrent. She would never.

What she could do, though, was gather knowledge – and what better place to gain knowledge than the internet?

She just didn’t know where to start. Yang would know but she wasn’t going to ask. Not unless she wanted everyone to know about it before the night was out. Blake would probably know, also – Weiss knew what type of books that cat faunus liked to read, but she also knew that whatever information that came from her would be warped and weird.

Weiss did not want warped and weird.

“Hmm,” she glared at the screen.

Pyrrha had sucked his cock. Weiss felt a tingle shoot through her at the vulgar word. If Weiss wanted to beat her at her own game, then it only stood to reason that she also needed to suck his cock. Only she would do it better.

Because she was better.

There was a brief moment of indecision, a little voice in her mind telling her that she was being stupid and this wasn’t like her, that she would never do something like this. But then she brushed it aside – perhaps this was outside of her comfort zone, but she wasn’t going to leave a friend behind. That had never been her way. Sure, she hadn’t really ever had friends before coming to Beacon but now that she had them, she knew she would do anything for them.

Including sucking a dick.

It wasn’t so long ago at all that the mere thought of such a thing seemed absurd to her.

He was precious to her, even if it had taken her much too long to see it. It wasn’t like she wanted to do it, she attempted to deflect. Jaune was a good young man, that was true and his penis was impressive but that didn’t mean she wanted to suck on it, to taste it on her tongue and make him burst inside her mouth. She was just repaying him from all the good he had done for her. That was all. She hadn’t done nearly enough yet.

This would settle the score.

Yes – this wasn’t for her. It was for him.

Why was she arguing with herself, anyway? That can’t have been healthy.

Typing ‘how to suck cock’ into the search engine, Weiss tapped the search key. Millions of results appeared within a blink of the eye, a literal flood of links. Fingers tightening around her scroll, she glanced at the titles.

How to Suck Cock the Right Way.

How to Suck Cock like a Pornstar: 29 Vital Techniques.

55 Intense Blowjob Techniques to Make Him Scream with Pleasure.

Some of them were simple guides, lists with bullet points detailing different techniques and instructions on how to perform them. Others were videos, forcing her to hastily lower the volume so her team didn’t hear the lurid sounds of oral sex and the calls of pleasure that accompanied it. Heart thudding against her rib cage, Weiss soaked it all up like a sponge.

“Guys like it when you swallow,” Weiss murmured quietly, considering this piece of information. Pyrrha had taken Jaune’s load and swallowed it, hadn’t she? “But they also like finishing on their partner's face.”

That was strange – but also not. Weiss imagined that it was a form of domination, marking your partner with your scent in such a demeaning way. Cover her face in your seed – she could see how powerful such an act could come across. She shivered, imagining herself in that position, kneeling in front of Jaune as his semen shot across her face.

How would it feel? How would it smell?

Weiss felt herself grow slick between her thighs, a dull throb forming but she ignored it. Her lust was fanned by videos of women wrapping their plump lips around thick shafts, heads bobbing as they furiously worked to milk their men of their seed. Then these women were replaced by one in particular with bright crimson hair and piercing emeralds for eyes, lips moving up and down as she pleased her partner.

Weiss scowled as the building desire in her belly was consumed by her resentment.

She studied as much as she could, learning and memorizing everything she was able. Before she settled down to sleep, she sent a message to Jaune, telling him to meet her in the morning at nine by the airship platforms. She mentioned that she wished for him to accompany her to Vale. She was careful in her wording, making sure not to say it was a date but if his feelings were still true and whole, he would make the connection. Weiss would let his mind fill in the blanks, to set his own expectations.

That night, she slept like a baby.

She woke early and completed her morning rituals in record time, brushing her teeth and showering before picking out the perfect outfit. Most of her clothes followed a certain theme and this dress was no different, a simple white sundress with slender straps and accents of light blue, the hem lined with sheer lace. It was loose and floaty around her slender body, the material soft against her skin. Her underwear matched, a basic white, the straps of her bra visible over her shoulders. Instead of her usual sidetail, she decided for something a little more elaborate. Braiding sections of her hair on both sides, she pulled them back into a regular ponytail with the rest of her white locks, a traditional hairstyle from her homeland, in the early days of colonizing Solitas. Pulling on a pair of cream sandals with criss crossing straps that hugged her calves, she posed in front of the mirror.

She looked spectacular.

Picking out the right perfume was difficult, her fingers searching through her collection. She picked up and then returned several bottles, undecided until she settled for something light and powdery with notes of green tangerine, vanilla orchid and plum, musk, amber and sandalwood. It was the type of perfume you wore in the daytime, not suitable for an evening outing and evoked feelings of late spring, summer and early fall; warmth.

“Woah,” a voice exclaimed as she applied the finishing touches on her make-up, the barest hint of mascara to make her eyes pop and a light dusting of rouge across her cheeks to add a smidgen of color. Turning, Weiss spotted that Yang was awake, leaning off her bed to stare at her in surprise. “Damn, girl – what is going on? Love the hair, by the way. You should wear it like that more often.”

“Thank you,” Weiss preened, accepting to compliment wholeheartedly. Receiving praise about her looks from an attractive girl like Yang was sure to stroke the ego of anyone. “Like Blake, I will be spending my day down in Vale. I don’t know when I will be returning.”

Yang tilted her head in question. “You got a hot date or something? Wait – didn’t you ask Jaune for some of his time?” Lilac eyes widened. “No freaking way! Are you two...”

“D-Don’t be ridiculous,” Weiss said, her heart giving a little squeeze. Her cheeks felt warm. “He will be accompanying me but nothing more. I require his presence for something, that is all. This is a friendly outing – a friend date. Like when we go out together.”

That wasn’t a lie! This was about friendship, first and foremost. What she was going to do, she was doing it for him. It wasn’t because she liked him now or anything.

Yang hummed, her excitement dying. “I guess you two have been hanging out more recently. I’m happy about that, by the way. Just remember – he had some pretty big feelings for you. Showing up looking like that might give him the wrong idea, you know?”

She was counting on it.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “That isn’t my intention.”

It totally was.

Yang laughed. “Only you would turn down such hot property. Well – have fun. I’m going back to sleep.”

She flopped back down on her pillow, snuggling against it as Weiss retrieved a small handbag that went with her dress, cream leather with a thin strap, before slipping out and closing the door with a soft click.

Weiss wasn’t one to let nerves get the best of her but she would be lying if she claimed not to feel their pressure. The walk down to the landing strip felt like it took an age, the morning air crisp as it filled her lungs. When she arrived, she barely waited more than five minutes when Jaune appeared, jogging towards her.

He had clearly read between the lines and had dressed accordingly.

It was a simple outfit at its core, a pair of dark denim jeans replacing his usual scuffed, well worn pair that he wore for combat, a little tighter around his legs and highlighting how tall he was. In contrast to the dark color of his pants, he wore a set of pure white hi-top sneakers. A clean, well ironed light blue button up completed the ensemble, the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows and showing off his toned forearms, the collar neatly pressed.

Jaune cleaned up really, really well.

Weiss felt her mouth run dry as he stopped in front of her, his smile shy. He had taken to styling his hair a little different than the typical mess that he employed daily, combed neatly and parted on the side. It was a traditional look, much like the style she had chosen to wear her own hair in.

It was incredibly fetching.

“Hi,” he greeted. “Um – I came a little early. I didn’t expect to see you here already.”

Weiss checked the time on the slender gold watch that encircled her wrist. He was right, of course. They were both early by quite some time.

“Well – that just means we can spend more time together,” she smiled at him, her heart thudding loudly in her ears when he smiled back. “Shall we go?”

They had to wait a little for the first flight, seeing as they arrived too soon but it wasn’t long until they were airborne, speeding their way towards the city of Vale proper. Jaune held a tense expression as they landed and Weiss remembered that he suffered from motion sickness, one of the few things she did know about him from before.

He didn’t do well in airships and he had seven sisters. His great-grandfather had fought in the Great War. He was kind and put his friends first, even above himself. What else would she learn about him? How else could he impress her? Because the more time she spent around him, the more impressed she became with his hard work and drive, his selflessness.

She wanted to find out.

When they stepped out onto solid ground, Jaune let out a sigh of relief. Weiss giggled, covering her mouth.

“So, uh – Weiss,” he started. They left the airship terminal behind and made their way downtown, joining the early morning throng. They were surrounded by people heading to work or school, salary men and students hurrying along as one. “What did you need me for, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Nothing in particular,” she replied, making sure to walk closer to him. Slipping a hand into his, she twined their fingers together, relishing the warmth of his skin. “I simply wished for company. Is that acceptable?”

“Of course,” he squeezed her hand, looking a little surprised at the contact. “Um – I was just surprised, that’s all. This – uh, kinda feels like a date...”

Weiss hummed. “It does feel like a date, doesn’t it?”

He opened his mouth but no words escaped, rendered speechless.

“That is okay, yes?” she continued, peering up at him. “Friends can go on dates or is my understanding misplaced?”

“No! Uh, I mean – yeah, friends can go on dates,” he stumbled over his words. “I guess I just didn’t expect us to – you know, ever do something like this because of... well, because of how things were before.”

Weiss looked down, growing pensive.

“Weiss? Uh – crap, I didn’t mean to make things awkward.”

He tried to pull away but she tightened her hold, not letting him escape.

She looked up, meeting his eyes. He ceased his struggles immediately. They were stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, forcing people to part around them but Weiss didn’t care.

“That is all the past,” she said, formulating the words she had wanted to say for a while now. “I don’t hold that against you, Jaune. I realize that I can be cold, that I can be harsh. I will not lie – I thought poorly of you, before. I believed certain things about you that I now know to be untrue and it colored my judgment. All I can ask is that you forgive me for that, for it was unjust of me to judge you before getting to know you.”

“Of course I forgive you,” he said at once. “I – there is nothing to forgive, Weiss. I should have taken a hint sooner. It must have been annoying, having to deal with my – uh, my feelings like that all the time. I made things awkward right from the start – can you forgive me for that?”

“There is nothing to forgive,” she parroted, laughing as he rolled his eyes.

“I am being serious here.”

“So am I.”

“Then how about we forgive each other, even if there is nothing to forgive – deal?”

She laughed again and he joined her. They didn’t need to shake hands for they were already entwined. She settled for squeezing back.

Weiss beamed. “Deal.”

She hadn’t planned anything in particular for this outing and so simply allowed their feet to take them wherever they saw fit. They hadn’t eaten breakfast before coming and so they found themselves visiting a small café just off the main street. It held a rustic appeal, filled with greenery and hard wood furniture constructed in a very rough, though visibly attractive style. Their pricing was a little steep but worth it; the coffee was top notch and the food delicious. Weiss ordered a croissant filled with cheese, ham and a spicy tomato chutney, baked until the cheese melted wonderfully and presented with a side of salad. Jaune had the eggs benedict, the egg yolk velvety and rich as it spilled over the buttered toasted muffin and crisp bacon.

When they finished their food, they moved on. They stopped at a variety of stores, browsing the shelves and displays like only two people that had nowhere to be could. There was no rush, no desire to be anywhere else. They simply enjoyed each other's company to the fullest.

“Are you going to buy that?” Jaune asked.

Weiss shivered as he peered over her shoulder, his breath gusting across her bare shoulders and collarbone. Feeling goosebumps pebble along her flesh, she attempted to focus on the small cat plushie that she held in her hands. The material felt nice against her palms, smooth and soft.

“I am much too old for stuffed animals,” she replied haughtily.

“Do you like cats?” he pressed.

She did – though she wouldn’t call herself a cat person. She also liked dogs. Ruby’s dog, in particular, the cute little sweetie. He was such a good boy, yes he was. Weiss loved animals but she hadn’t been allowed a pet growing up, other than the horses their family kept stabled. Even then, she hadn’t been permitted to groom and look after them. That had been left to the stable hands and trainers. Weiss had been taught to ride and that was it.

“Yes,” she said. “I like cats.”

It was black with a white belly, and big bright blue eyes. Giving it a final squeeze, she placed it back on the shelf.

“Let us go.”

Eventually, they ended up in front of a cinema.

“Would you like to see a movie? I believe you asked me if I wished to view a Spruce Willis film with you before.”

Jaune grinned.

“What kind of movies do you like?” he asked.

Weiss didn’t have a particular preference, though she had always been partial to something romantic. That genre would work in her favor here.

“I have never attended a cinema before,” she admitted as they waited in line to buy their tickets. Since it was a weekday and only approaching noon, it wasn’t very busy. “This will be a new experience for me.”

It wasn’t going to be the only new experience this day.

Jaune took the lead on this one, purchasing her ticket and then introducing her to the wonders of the confectionary stand. Weiss had a bit of a sweet tooth and while there was no cake, there was plenty of chocolate. Arms loaded with popcorn, chocolate and a large soda – a must, Jaune insisted – they made their way in to be seated. Less than half the seats were taken, though Weiss spotted a few teenagers clearly playing hooky and skipping school for the day.

The chairs were spacious but shared armrests. As the lights darkened and the screen flared to life, running through the pre-movie commercials and advertisements, Weiss leaned against his arm. He was warm and solid, and she found his hand in the dark, resting her palm across the back of his wrist.

The movie started – and it quickly became apparent that she could not focus. She busied herself with consuming her chocolate, the decadent sweetness settling on her tongue. The salty, buttery popcorn was a delight, the soda ignored as the two flavors mixed in her mouth.

They were alone in the dark, or as alone as they could be in a public space, and she knew that it was up to her now to press the advantage. Their date had been simple and sweet so far, and Weiss had enjoyed herself immensely. The food had been good, the company better – and now it was the time to strike.

At first, she did nothing more than stroke the back of his hand with her fingertips. His large, strong hand that completely dwarfed her own in size. Sometimes it was easy to forget just how big and tall Jaune was. He didn’t carry himself in such a way, unlike Yang who was loud and boisterous. Jaune was more considerate and while he was silly, he wasn’t loud.

His skin felt nice – and so she quickly grew bolder, playing with his long fingers. The romantic comedy playing out on the big screen may as well have been a silent film, for she could hear nothing of it. Instead, her heart pounded loudly in her ears, drowning everything else out.

She continued this for some time but knew she needed to do more. Her belly trembled at the thought, her hand drifting up his forearm and tracing the lines of his toned muscles. When she shifted her attention to his thigh, hand dropping down low, Jaune jumped.

“Weiss?” he questioned lightly, and she was pleased to hear the roughness of his voice.

“Mm?”

“What are you doing?”

She didn’t bother answering, her actions speaking for her. Raking her nails across his thigh, she relished the way he shivered. Slipping between his legs, she gently massaged his inner-thigh, breathless as desire curled low in her belly. She had never touched another person like this before, hadn’t dreamed to be so daring but now that she had started, she didn’t want to stop. Pressing her cheek into his shoulder, she nuzzled him.

Something long and hard bumped against her palm.

Weiss froze, breath catching in her throat.

“Weiss,” Jaune said with a hint of warning.

Hesitating for only the briefest moment, she curled her fingers around the growing bulge of his cock and squeezed. Jaune exhaled audibly and Weiss mewled softly, stroking up and down his trapped length. It grew even larger in size, straining against the inside of his jeans. Restrained as it was, she could still make out the prominent shape of his crown, tracing it with her nails before rubbing it firmly.

Something hot and slick trickled through her, her panties becoming hot and damp. Clenching her thighs together, she nuzzled against his shoulder harder.

“Jaune?” she whispered.

“Y-Yeah?” he asked.

His hips rose up off the chair, pressing against her massaging hand insistently.

“Let’s get out of here.”

This was it. This was it.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him up, dragging him out into the lobby. He didn’t put up a fight, letting her lead him where she wanted. Spotting a nearby public bathroom, Weiss changed directions, forcing the door open and nearly slamming it into the wall in her haste. Thankfully, there was no one inside.

“Weiss, this is the girl’s bathroom,” Jaune said but she didn’t care. A man being in the woman’s bathroom was about to be the least of their worries. Approaching a nearby stall, she pulled him inside and closed the door, locking it.

The cubicle was clean and well maintained. Closing the lid, Weiss turned to face him. His expression was difficult to place, a mix of confusion and desire. He stared at her with those big baby blue eyes of his and she forgot how to think, another trickle of hot slick pooling in her panties as her insides squeezed.

So she didn’t bother thinking – she just acted.

Grabbing his belt, she unlatched it and loosened its hold around his narrow waist, plucking at the button and zipper. Weiss tried to control her breathing but it was no use, panting excitedly as she peeled open his jeans and was greeted by his tented boxer-briefs. Palming his length, Jaune hissed.

“Wait – Weiss, how – why are you – I don’t understand.”

She looked at him through her eyelashes, chest heaving.

“I saw you with Pyrrha,” she accused sharply.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and for some reason she found that incredibly sexy. Another spasm ran through her core, one of her hands caressing his cheek. There was a very light stubble, itching her palm pleasantly.

“Don’t you remember seeing me?” she asked. “You saw my body – did you like it?”

His eyes widened a fraction.

“That was real?”

She wanted to laugh. Jaune had thought it had been all in his head.

“Do you fantasize about me often?” she licked her lips, jaw quivering. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

Weiss saw the truth on his face, plain as day.

“Oh, you have,” she moaned. “Mm – but no, that wasn’t just your imagination. It was me. Did you like my body? Was it everything you thought it was?”

She didn’t wait for his answer, forcing his underwear down over his turgid erection. It sprung free violently, bobbing between them eagerly. Up close it looked even bigger, the tip slick with his arousal. Wrapping a hand around it, she moaned again. It was so hot and hard, and thick – her fingers only just touched, the barest amount. He was literally too big to handle.

Weiss struggled to breathe, growing lightheaded as she gasped. Rubbing his shaft, she marveled at how silky soft the skin was, loving the way the bulging veins throbbed beneath her hold. Even when she used both of her hands, she couldn’t cover the entire length.

She recalled what those articles said and those videos showed, putting the knowledge to good use. Her hands twisted and turned as she stroked him slowly from root to tip, careful with his sensitive glans. More pre-cum leaked from the tip, slick and sticky, and she gathered it with her thumb to spread across the head. Jaune’s hips flexed every time her hands stroked over the ridge of his crown, his face twisted in pleasure.

“Shit, Weiss,” he groaned deeply.

“Shh,” she whispered. “You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

His eyes darkened as she sat primly on the closed lid of the toilet, pupils blooming and devouring his iris. Now that she was sitting, his cock was right in front of her, his musk flaring across her senses. Nuzzling it against her cheek, she giggled lustfully as it twitched and jerked, tapping her on the nose.

“I’m going to suck your cock,” she promised, the vulgar word making her womb pulse hotly. She rubbed his member across her face, inhaling more of his scent. “I’m going to suck your cock until you tell me I’m better than her.”

“What?”

There was a healthy dose of trepidation but she had come too far to stop now, even if she had wanted to. Her first sexual experience and it was happening in a public bathroom of all places! Disgusting – what was wrong with her? But it didn’t matter, not really – nothing mattered, as long as it was Jaune she was doing it with.

She would never do this with anyone else.

To keep him out of the clutches of those that would take advantage of him, of course. Not because she wanted him all for herself. Nope – that wasn’t the reason at all. It wasn’t because he had finally breached her cold heart and filled her blood with fire. No, no – they were just friends. Hard fought friends, yes – close friends, now.

So close that she would do this for him.

She didn’t love him.

She didn’t.

Holding him steady, she licked the underside in a long sweep. He flexed and tensed, oozing more pre-cum as her tongue worked up his shaft and flicking the ridge of his crown. His hands shot out and rested against the walls of their cubicle to keep himself steady, his mouth falling open in bliss. Finding the musky taste of his skin to her liking, she began in earnest. Mindful of her studying, she made sure to tease the underside of his glans with quick swipes while her hands started moving once more, twisting and tugging.

“Ah – Weiss,” he said softly. “Mm – that feels so good.”

She kissed his head wetly, lightly suckling on the tender flesh. His pre-ejaculate settled on her tongue, salty and thick, further igniting the burning pressure in her crotch. Clamping her thighs together, she squirmed as she pressed his fat crown between her lips for the first time. It was so wide that she struggled a little, carefully keeping her teeth away from him. He pressed against the roof of her mouth, smearing his arousal along it before she retreated, sucking hard.

He popped free loudly, throbbing.

“Mm,” she smacked her lips before darting in again, swallowing him a little more.

Pyrrha had taken him deep into her throat. Deepthroat, those websites called it – guys really liked it, it claimed, if you could fit their entire penis in your mouth. Not all men were created equal, however. Some were blessed with incredible size.

It wouldn’t be quite so easy as most – but she wasn’t going to back down. If Pyrrha could do it, then she would too – and she would do it better.

Jaune’s sounds of lust were muffled behind clenched teeth but to her ears, they may as well have been loud cries of pleasure. Her nipples ached from how tight they were, her core pulsing and leaking between her thighs. Slurping vigorously, she forced more of his cock into her mouth, bobbing her head firmly. The seal of her lips around his shaft was tight, her tongue twirling like she had been instructed.

“Ah, fuck,” Jaune uttered. “I – Weiss.”

She loved hearing her name fall from his lips, breathy and filled with passion. She sucked harder, one of her hands falling to his balls. Those sites had told her to pay attention to them and not neglect them, so she didn’t. Palming them gently, Weiss rolled them in her palm, massaging them tenderly. It was an odd sensation, like a pair of soft eggs contained in a springy sack. They tightened and tensed under her ministrations, Jaune’s hips rocking along with the motion.

It was slow going but when the tip of his dick brushed the back of her throat, she almost gagged. Slurping up and off his cock, she stroked it firmly as she collected her composure. Then she leaned in and swallowed him, pressed down as far as she could manage, his girthy fat cock spreading her throat apart.

“Fuuck,” he groaned, a hand falling to her intricately braided hair.

Almost there, she thought deliriously. Retreating, she swirled her tongue around the head before surging forward. This time her lips reached the base of his cock, his trimmed pubic hair tickling her nose and triumph surged through her body, along with a healthy dose of desire.

Obscene sounds filled the cubicle as she deepthroated him passionately, the lewd sounds only driving her own arousal through the roof. Her panties were ruined, completely sodden with her lust, her clit pounding in time to her heart. Grinding her butt against the lid, she squeezed his balls harder.

“Weiss,” he chanted. “Weiss, Weiss, mm – Weiss.”

If possible, his cock swelled even larger. Did that mean the end was near?

She sucked even harder in response, slurping wildly as she throated him again and again. His thick crown was gouging out her throat, the fat ridge catching on the outstroke. Saliva seeped between her lips and down her chin, leaving her face a slick mess.

“Ah – shit, Weiss,” his fingers tightened in her hair almost to the point of pain. “Oh, baby, mm – you’re going to make me cum.”

Give it to me, she thought wildly. I want it, I want it, I want it.

The door to the bathroom suddenly opened, a pair of feminine voices filling their space. Weiss froze in fright, cock buried in her throat.

“Did you see Johnny? He is looking, like, so fucking hot – I can’t believe he is still dating that bitch Clara.”

“I know, right? He is totally out of her league – you just know she lets him do all sorts of shit to her. How else could she keep him interested with a face like that?”

“Haha – gross. You really think so?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Hnng,” Jaune seethed quietly, his balls jumping.

Weiss’ eyes rolled as his length hardened and jerked, the crown swelling – and then he was firing down her throat in thick heavy bursts. She almost choked, his molten seed pouring into her. The hand in her hair kept her lips sealed around his base as his hips rocked with every pulsing shot. When her vision began to darken, she struggled free and pulled off him with a gasp, muffling the sound and her following cough behind a hand.

He hadn’t stopped cumming.

The last few shots lanced against her cheek and nose, Weiss flinching at the sudden impact. Blinking with watery eyes, she watched as his cock finished spurting, ejaculate dribbling from the end as it twitched in post-orgasm bliss. Collecting some of the semen off her cheek, she rubbed it between her fingers.

It burned pleasantly against her skin.

Struck by a sudden idea, she opened up her handbag and pulled out her scroll. Activating the camera, she leaned in and nuzzled his red hot member. The head of his cock was flushed bright red, as was part of the shaft. Making sure to get the perfect angle, she took a snap of her soiled face and his satisfied cock. Jaune was so dazed that he didn’t notice a thing.

Then she sent it straight to Pyrrha.

See how she liked that.

“Um – are you, like, okay in there?” one of the girls asked her through the door.

She tried to speak but Pyrrha was right – his seed was thick and it clung to her throat, her voice sounding choked and wet as she said, “I’m fine.”

She was more than fine. She was perfect.