Wants And Needs Ch. 01

Wow. Someone's been reading poetry, apparently.

I roll my eyes. "Shit, dude," I say sarcastically, "you really know how to charm a girl."

"Hey, it's worth a shot, right?" he says with a smirk. He's clearly enjoying the banter, even though it's honestly just shallow and gross.

"Has that line ever worked?" I ask him. "Like, with anybody?"

Derek shrugs in response. "Not really. Guess I'd like it to!"

Whatever I was about to reply suddenly dies in my throat. I mean, I guess it makes sense. He would like if his droll proposition ever actually had a chance in hell at convincing a girl to suck his cock.

It would make him happy, right? If it happened. At least once?

Mmmhhh.

What if I could make his wish come true? What if I didn't have to be so standoffish all the goddamn time? What's so bad about altruism, after all?

The words tumble out of my mouth before I even have a chance to process them. "Alright, Derek. You're on."

He blinks at me, his usually cocky demeanour faltering for just a moment. "What?"

"Yup," I say, popping the p with a grin. "Let's do it. You and me, after class. I'll make you happy."

Derek squints at me, the gears clearly turning in his head. "You're joking, right? This is some kind of trap?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I tease, relishing the uncertainty that flickers across his face. With a final wink, I turn away and head back to class, leaving him standing there, dumbfounded.

The rest of the day drags on, but I don't mind that anymore. Just having said yes to Derek, compounded with winning back Sylvia's trust, are enveloping me in the cozy, emotional equivalent of a warm bath. Damn. It feels so good.

"Hey, Sylvia," I tell my friend as the final bell rings, my voice unsteady. "I, uh, need to speak to Mr Henderson about something. Don't wait for me, will you?"

Sylvia raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Sure, Phoebe. What's going on?"

"No biggie," I say her, trying to play it cool. "Just wanted to... apologize to him too. Tell him I'm the reason why we had to request the extension."

Sylvia's hand brushes against mine, and she looks genuinely moved by my words. "Oh, sweetie. You don't have to do that."

"I want to," I say sheepishly, lowering my gaze... very uncharacteristic behaviour for me, but it seems appropriate. I have to bite down the word need when I say want. Damn, this was originally just an excuse, but it does sound like a good idea. I guess I'll have to speak to Mr Henderson for real.

After, though. Derek first.

"Would you like me to be there with you at least?" Sylvia asks, but I shake my head.

"No no, let me handle this. You just go back home and get some rest."

"Alright," she says slowly, clearly as puzzled as she's grateful. "Thank you. For all this."

"My pleasure," I answer, and she has no idea how literal my reply is.

***

I feel determined.

The sun casts long shadows across campus as I set out on my mission to find Derek. I guess he didn't really believe me, earlier.

Well, time to show him that I meant every word I said.

"Okay, Phoebe, think," I mutter to myself, scanning the area for any signs of him. "Where does that weirdo usually hang out?"

I make my way towards the gym, knowing he likes to throw ball with his buddies sometimes after class. As I pass by a group of students chatting loudly, I overhear one of them mention Derek's name.

"Hey, have you guys seen Derek?" I butt in, trying to sound casual.

A hunk of a guy I haven't met before looks me up and down before answering, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "He went to the bathroom, I think."

"Thanks," I say, giving him a nod before heading off in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

My stomach churns with nerves as I approach the building, my palms growing clammy. I take a deep breath, steeling myself before entering the guys' bathroom.

Jesus, what a cliché.

I find Derek in the bathroom, washing his hands. His head snaps up when he spots me.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you see the sign outside, genius?"

"I'm not here to use the bathroom, dummy," I say, playfully. "I'm here for you. You made a proposition earlier, remember? Well, I'm here to follow through."

His eyes widen in disbelief, and he stammers, "W-wait, seriously? You're not messing with me?"

"Dead serious," I reply, locking eyes with him. "Still interested?"

"Uh, hell yeah!" he exclaims, his initial shock giving way to excitement. I can almost spot the moment where his suspicion that this is all some elaborate prank gives way to his hormones.

Ahh, men.

"Good," I say, grinning wickedly as I drop to my knees before him.

With a swift motion, I unbuckle his jeans, revealing his stiffening cock. It springs up with a kind of stupid enthusiasm, it's almost funny.

"Woah..." Derek says. "Pheebs, you're really gonna--"

I cut him off by taking him into my hand, stroking slowly. I smile as he lets out a gasp.

I let my actions answer for me. Yes. I'm for real.

With agonizing slowness, I lean in and let my lips just barely brush against the tip of Derek's cock. I gently rub the tip with my puckered lips, in a left-to-right motion that makes him draw in breath.

Then, I tease him with the tip of my tongue. I lap further and further down his length until, eventually, I slide his dick into my mouth.

Derek moans above me, which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, because he obviously needs this, and here I am, generously and selflessly providing. So good. I want to be a better person.

I take it slow, bobbing my head unhurriedly, taking my time to swirl my tongue, to apply suction, to look up at him and gauge his reactions. I feel so... attuned to him. It's like I've suddenly developed this, I dunno, ability to read his tiniest cues like an open book.

His abdominal muscles tighten when I flick my tongue just so.

His eyes flutter when I hollow my cheeks to increase the suction.

His thighs tremble when I take him deeper.

It feels like I'm not just sucking dick, no. This is performance art. This is about coaxing every single drop of cum and pleasure I can out of him.

It's about making him happy. Not about what makes me happy.

I crave to please him, to be the best damn cock-sucker he's ever had. And judging by his soft curses, I'm doing a pretty good job.

"Fuck, Phoebe," he pants, his grip on my hair tightening. "You've... never been... like this."

I look up at him through hooded lids before returning to my ministrations. Damn, I think this is actually... hot. I've never been one for giving head, but there's something about pleasing Derek that's making me wet between my legs. It all feels so right, so natural. As if this is who I was always meant to be--accommodating, devoted to providing pleasure.

It's true altruism. True selflessness. It feels better than sex itself.

When I return the pendant to Wants And Needs, I gotta make sure I let down the old man gently. His trinket may be bullshit, but chatting with him has helped me anyway.

I mean, look at me now, on my knees, pumping away. I'm being so nice.

I suck on Derek's cock greedily, my tongue swirling around his head. Derek quivers above me, one hand tangled in my hair as if to anchor himself. He starts guiding my movements as I bob up and down on his cock, taking him deeper each time. My jaw aches, but I push through it, determined to see this through.

His breathing quickens, mirrored by the thumping of my heart in my ears. I pick up the pace, working my tongue faster around the head as my hand pumps the base of his shaft. The familiar taste of precum signals his climax is near.

Adrenaline surges through me.

I'm making him happy. I'm putting his needs first.

I want to put his needs first.

"Fuck," he groans, "you're really into this. Fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

With a groan, he comes at last, shooting his hot, sticky cum into my waiting mouth. I swallow, savoring the salty tang of him as Derek's grip on me loosens. His cock softens in my mouth as I continue to suckle reverently and gently until he pulls away, his chest heaving.

"Holy shit," he pants, running a hand through his hair. "That... that was... I didn't see that coming."

I wipe the remaining drops of cum from my lips with the back of my hand, a smirk playing on my lips. "Surprise," I mutter cheekily.

"I didn't think you had it in you," he grunts out between heavy breaths.

"Listen," I say, forcing myself to be as open and honest as possible, "I'm not saying this is gonna necessarily become a regular thing or whatever. But if you ever need...you know...someone to help you out again, I'm willing. Whenever, wherever."

"Seriously?" Derek asks, his voice betraying his own uncertainty.

"Seriously," I say. "Just don't go blabbing about it to everyone, okay? I have a reputation to maintain."

I sound coy, but coy is not how I feel. I feel fuzzy and giddy, dumbfounded and confused, but most of all I guess I...

I feel different.

TO BE CONTINUED

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