**Disclaimer:** This is just part one of a two-part story. Unless heavily protested this story will contain some coprophilia (dirty ass to mouth) and maybe some anal creampie swallowing (as long as it isn’t too gross) in part two.
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He could feel Quinn staring at him again. He didn’t even have to look up to know. He could feel her eyes burning a hole through his sweater. It was two days before finals, but somehow they had the whole print studio to themselves.
Kyle grumbled to himself. He had all but finished his final project; a set of art-books showcasing local street artists and their graffiti, all he had left was the binding. It was no surprise Quinn was there. She had always been low effort, low effort in a way that seemed like she was trying really hard not to care. She was cute though even with her hippy-dippy-punk-aesthetic; septum piercing, gauged ears, tattoos, and all. She wasn’t tiny, but she was small, maybe 5’3, if he had to guess. Her face was round with cute, delicate features, and she had the cutest set of dimples. Beneath her thick (but surprisingly well-manicured) brows nestled a set of beautiful emerald green eyes. Her dirty blonde hair (which she naturally elected to dye streaks of hot pink throughout) fell almost to the middle of her back. Her chest was small, swelling just slightly pasted her ribcage, and while her hips were kind of trim, her ass was round, perky, and squeezably thick. Kyle had always considered himself an ass-man, and Quinn’s ass was simply mouthwatering, the only drawback was it was attached to Quinn.
He didn’t really understand it, he was her opposite; he was upstanding, studious, and rather plain by comparison, but her crush on him was obvious, even other classmates pointed it out to him.
She was quiet, but she always made an effort to talk to him. Occasionally, she’d ask him what was going on in one of their classes. If it wasn’t that, she’d go on at length about her favorite coffee shop near campus, video games, music, or her growing existential dread. Usually, her chatty moments were unprompted and often un-reciprocated. She also spoke in a semi-raspy tone, changing pitch and inflection between breaths. Which he found strange, and a little irritating.
As cute as she was, and despite her soft-looking, squeezable ass, Quinn just wasn’t his type. She bummed her way through every class he had with her. She always smelled like patchouli and fruit loops cereal. She wore her pajamas to class half the time, and he found her a little annoying.
He had just finished the hand-stitching on his last art-book when he felt a tap on his shoulder. The way she was staring, he was more surprised it didn’t happen sooner.
He sighed and turned around to greet her. Her hair was pinned up and messy tangled bun, her eyeliner was a little smeared. She was wearing a loose-fitting hand-cropped vermilion red hoodie that showed a bit of her slender midriff, paired with some high waist denim shorts.
“What’s wrong with me?” She asked sounding dejected.
Kyle narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, “What?” he asked confused by the sudden question.
“Why haven’t you asked me out, yet?” She quizzed in the same quiet raspy tone.
“What, why would I?” He countered.
She seemed taken aback. “I guess,” she paused a moment, “we talk all the time… and… the… way you look at me sometimes… I… I… thought maybe you were just… shy something?” She said, stammering through the sentence.
“I’m focusing on school right now,” he answered dismissing the question.
She stood there quietly, her mouth agape and the look on her face said she wanted to ask a million more questions.
“Honestly though, do you think we’d be a good fit?” he asked before she could begin her interrogation.
“…I think so.” she answered, “…but you dunno, you haven’t given us a chance.”
Kyle sighed, and then it explained it to her, “You have no ambition, you’re a bit self-absorbed, and you’re lazy.” It was harsh. He winced internally after he said it.
Her eyes went glossy and she pursed her lips for a moment and then shook her head, “You don’t understand, I’d be the best girlfriend ever!”
She held up her hand counting off her list of top-girlfriend-abilities, “I love cooking, I love cuddling, I like all kinds of movies, I don’t mind doing dishes, I love pizza, but I work out －like a bunch, I’d give you head… like all the time…” she trailed off and wiped her eyes before any tears could roll down her face.
Her last statement admittedly stirred something in him. He didn’t really like Quinn, but he didn’t want to make her cry either. He decided the best course of action was to scare her off.
“Honestly, Quinn,” he cleared his throat, “You’re cute and all but I just want to play the field a little, try a few things…”
“You mean, you like GUYS?” she asked tilting her head with suspicion.
Kyle laughed, “No…” he steady himself, he couldn’t believe he was about to have this conversation with Quinn, “I always wanted to try…”
He paused and Quinn nodded encouragement, “how do I phrase this…ya’ know …butt stuff …with a girl…” he clarified.
“ANAL?” she sucked in a steady contemplative breath, “that’s it?”
“Well… yeah,” he admitted.
She pressed her lips together and blustered, “Pfft, I actually like anal,” she professed proudly. “We can do that,” she paused, swaying nervously, “－IF you take me on a date,” she added with a cheery grin.
Kyle’s heart skipped a beat, he couldn’t deny it was an enticing offer, but she couldn’t be serious, “Are you being serious right now?”
“Mm-hmm,” she nodded, though she sounded a little unsure. “Yea, for one date,” her mouth twisted, “like, one like a REAL date,” she clarified as if she was trying to reclaim some semblance of self-respect.
“One date,” he agreed.
“…and you want to do it here, now?” she asked quietly.
He couldn’t believe it, not only was she actually considering it, she seemed eager, “Yep, and I’ll take you out tomorrow night,” he answered.
Her hands and fingers seemed to grow all fidgety, “lube?”
“There’s some mineral oil in the storage cabinet,” he answered, “I’m pretty sure it’s food-grade,” he added.
“Weeell, okay…” Quinn said in a hushed tone, she was smiling and obviously trying to reel-back her excitement, it sounded like she was on verge of bursting into exuberant laughter.
“Okay?” His heart was starting to beat faster.
“Yea, dude, I told you, I would be the PERFECT girlfriend…” She answered with a coy smile.
His heart broke into a full-on gallop, he couldn’t believe what was happening. Still, he was torn, one date couldn’t hurt anything, but getting her hopes up seemed wrong… there was fluttering in his stomach, and perverse reel running through his head, he decided to press her, ask for more. If she said ‘no’ that would be the end of it, but if she said ‘yes,’ he could try a few of the things no girlfriend let him do before. “I wanna try ass to mouth too,” he answered flatly.
Quinn fussed around with the empty belt loops of jean shorts. She gave him a pensive look, “…Ohhh, hmmm, wow…” she stammered, “well, I haven’t done that…” she swallowed hard, “what I mean is, I’d probably have to prepare for something like that…”
Her answer wasn’t a ‘no,’ he felt his cock jump in his jeans, “well, we can always plan our date another time,” he replied with what was perhaps a more overly dismissive tone than he intended.
“Hmmmhmm, yea,” she laughed dryly, “no-no, What? Ass to mouth?” She tapped her forehead with the heel of her hand, feigning embarrassment, “yea, it would SUPER rude not to clean up your cock after it’s been in my asshole, so hmmm, yea, whatever you want.”
He could hardly believe what he was hearing, he wondered what it would take for her to say no. What her limit was, “I think it would be really hot if you swallowed my cum too…” He felt guilty making all these demands, but he was on a gambler’s high, and Quinn seemed willing to do just about anything he asked.
She grinned happily and nodded, “Dude, of course, I ALWAYS swallow.”
“Okay, I guess,” Kyle ruffled the hair the back of his head, a little unsure what Quinn expected of him now, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow around 7:30-ish, we can hit up that coffee shop off Ceder Post Lane, and figure things out from there?”
Quinn clapped her hands together, and tittered, “I’ll grab the oil,” before running off to print studio’s storage cabinet on the other side of the room. When she got there she flung open the cabinet doors before squatting in front of the lower selves. It was always a treat to see her squatting or bent over. The rounded swells of her heart-shaped ass coated in denim begged for his attention, but he managed to tear himself away to go lock the studio’s door.
He made it the to studio entryway door, but there was no discernible lock he could flip closed. The locking mechanism was a keypad and anyone with the code could get in, presumably any time they wanted. Kyle shrugged it off. It was late, and Quinn was the only other person he had seen in the building for hours.
“What does it look like!?” Quinn shouted as she searched for the mineral oil.
“It’s a clear bottle, with a white-label,” Kyle shouted back as walked back to his place at the Print Shop Table.
“Found IT!” she cheered before she spun around shaking the bottle triumphantly.
Kyle glanced around the studio walls, there weren’t any cameras as far as he could see, still the thought of being naked in the middle of the unlocked print studio both excited and terrified him.
She skipped happily back towards him, shaking the clear bottle of oil in front of her. He had to admit it was cute how excited she was about the whole thing. It was probably the happiest he had ever seen her.
When she arrived she set the bottle down on the table, and immediately fell into his arms, pressing herself into him so tightly it felt less like an embrace and more as if she was trying to sink into his skin. She was warm. She nestled her face in the space between his neck and shoulder and sighed. She was shaking, he looked down at her, the emerald green of her eyes fluttered, scanning his face, and then she pushed herself up on her toes and kissed him. The moment their lips touched her tongue was in his mouth and swirling against his. It was a deliberately sudden and needy kiss.
His hands fell passed the small of her back and cupped her ass. She moaned into his mouth in response to his caress. Her trembling sunk into her hips, her thighs wrapped around his leg, so she was almost resting on his knee.
He slipped a hand down the back of her shorts, his fingers coming into contact with her smooth supple ass. He squeezed, digging his fingers into her bare ass, she was moaning louder, her hips oscillating slowly, her pussy pressed hard against his thigh. His cock was achingly hard, smashed against the unforgiving zipper of his jeans. As if sensing his discomfort she reached down fiddling with the button of his jeans a moment, before working it free, and in seconds her warm little hand was slowly cranking the shaft of his cock.
She was twitching now, her mouth hung open over his lips, her kiss now just puffs of warm breath. His fingers curled around the edge of a bit of fabric, that was evidently a g-sting and he pulled it away. He slid his middle finger into the split of her ass and pressed it forward, the tip of his finger sunk into a puckered edge of her asshole. She suddenly dropped his cock grabbed his shoulders.
“I’m cumming…” she confessed hoarsely.
He pressed his finger in a little deeper, the resistant sticky entrance twitched, sucking the tip of his finger inside just before she before went completely rigid. She dug her nails into his sweater, her thighs teased up around his leg, her lips fell on him again, but her tongue was stiff. She only moaned, twitching slightly as the orgasm rolled through her. Little spasms squeezed the tip of his finger as held her there, it only went on for twenty seconds or so, but it was still shocking how fast it happened.
When Quinn finally caught her breath she slid away from his grasp, still red in the face, and visibly a little embarrassed, “it’s been a little while…” she confessed.
There was a small darkened stain spread out from the crotch of her shorts that trickled down the sides of her inner thighs. Even his leg felt a little warm and wet.
“It’s okay,” he smiled, “that was really hot.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/l8n0rt/from_the_print_studio_part_1_exposition_planned