"No slacking. You've got to keep those legs straight."
Kitsune said so as she circled to Quinn's front. Her smile was all honey as she bent low, her cool hands pressing his calves.
The icy touch soothed his fevered skin, and in that dazed moment, she flattened his bent legs completely.
His cock stood like a steel rod, straining against his pants, impossible to hide. Mortified, Quinn clapped both hands over his crotch and jerked his head aside to avoid her gaze.
"Oh, now, don't be so shy."
Kitsune's hands settled over his, making a shiver run through him.
Against his will, his grip loosened, leaving his throbbing erection bare to her scrutiny.
"Perfect. Time starts now."
With a slow sway, she planted her lush hips across his legs.
It seemed she seriously meant for him to do the sit-ups like this.
Quinn locked his hands behind his head, gritting his teeth as he crunched upward, one rep at a time.
Without distractions, his stamina could've carried him through three minutes, racking up as many as he pleased.
But Kitsune had no intention of making it easy.
As he sank back after a rep, her hands pounced, cupping his cock through his pants.
The soft pressure hit him like a shockwave. She stroked with deliberate care, her fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Sharp nails scraped lightly, leaving faint red trails that burned with a wicked itch.
A moan tore from his throat. His hands shot out, desperate to stop her.
But she countered with one finger, pinning his palm to the ground with unnatural strength. His other hand flailed uselessly in resistance.
"Don't you dare stop. Three minutes, and you've got to push through distractions."
Her teasing had already eaten half a minute. Two minutes remained.
If he didn't hit a decent count, another point would be docked.
Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to ignore the way her hands worshipped his shaft. He crunched upward again, fighting for an advantageous tempo.
Just as he found his pace, her hand slipped inside his pants.
Her cool, silken palm wrapped his bare length, her fingertips teasing the ridge beneath his swollen tip.
The raw pleasure shattered his focus, his body jerking as her touch set his nerves ablaze.
"Miss, please, I'm begging you! Stop! I can't take it!"
His sit-ups had already become sloppy. They slowed to a crawl; barely one every few seconds.
"No way, darling. This is part of the test," Kitsune purred, her fingertip brushing his lips. Her hypnotic eyes locked onto his flushed face.
The cool touch against his mouth drew a muffled moan. He clamped his lips shut.
Her hand tightened around his cock, stroking faster.
"Nngh!" Quinn collapsed onto the mat, his body thrashing, fighting the tidal wave of ecstasy.
A sharp jolt shot through his lower back. With a feral moan, thick, hot release erupted from his tip.
Kitsune's fingers circled his pulsing head, milking him mercilessly. The flood wouldn't stop under her expert touch.
Quinn's eyes widened as the teacher's mouth suddenly engulfed his rod. Her tongue swirled, lapping up every drop of his seed and the slick sheen coating his shaft, cleaning him with greed.
Quinn's teeth ground together. His mind blanked, drowned in bliss, unable to stifle the moans spilling out.
"Thanks for the treat," Kitsune said so after what felt like forever, her lips finally releasing him. Her voice dripped with even thicker seduction.
Drained, Quinn lifted his head weakly, only to find her pink tongue slipping out to lick the stray cum from her lips. Then, she sucked her cum-slicked fingers, the wet slurp echoing lewdly.
The sight was pure filth, igniting a primal urge to claim her. No man could resist such a vixen relishing his release.
Noticing the shift in his eyes, Kitsune rose from his legs and made her way to the wall. She leaned back, parting her thighs just enough, beckoning him with a crooked finger.
Her skin glowed softer, more luscious, practically begging to be touched. "Come here, Quinn. I'm yours if you want me."
Quinn staggered to his feet as if possessed. Her ripe body filled his vision. Those heavy, pale tits, their pink peaks begged to be sucked. He could already imagine himself pinning her down and ravaging her.
"Hey! Isn't the fitness test still going?" Kylie's voice cut through from the gym's entrance.
Quinn snapped awake. He stood two steps from Kitsune, whose arms were outstretched, ready to pull him in.
Cold sweat drenched his back. Just mere seconds ago, he wasn't acting like himself. He stumbled back to put distance between them.
A flicker of annoyance crossed Kitsune's face. She shot Kylie a disdainful glance, muttering, "Tch, today's freshmen have no sense of fun."
Then her tongue flicked out, tracing her glossy lips as she squinted with delight. "Quinn, you taste good. I'm craving more already."
Quinn didn't catch the full weight of Kitsune's words. Right now, Kylie felt like his savior.
"Wow, looks like you had a blast at the fitness test, my dearest roommate," Kylie teased, her eyes dropping to his crotch. Even though Kitsune had licked every trace of cum from his shaft, it still stood painfully rigid.
Quinn hadn't had time to pull up his pants, and Kylie's comment hit like a spotlight!
He realized where he was. Exposed like this, shame burned through him. He scrambled to yank his pants up and cover himself.
Kitsune walked over, acting as if her earlier depravity never happened. She cradled her roster, scribbling with a pen, a smug smile tugging at her lips. "Well, Quinn, you scored an A+ on the first phase of the fitness test. Impressive. I'm so looking forward to phase two in gym class."
Quinn flicked his eyes to her, then quickly looked away.
If Kylie hadn't shown up, he couldn't fathom what he'd have done. He'd have pinned Kitsune down, driven by raw need, his cock stabbing into her over and over.
The consequences? Unimaginable. Expulsion might've been the least of it.
"Thanks for 'taking care' of my sweet roommate, Miss Kitsune."
Kylie then turned to Quinn. "Come on, darling roomie. It's still early. Don't you think a nice afternoon stroll around campus sounds perfect?"