your classmate pope borrows your textbook, he decides to bring it back at an inconvenient time and sees something he wasn’t supposed to…
pope was awestruck, he felt so guilty, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away. there she was, spread out in-front of him in all her glory, in the privacy of her own bedroom. or so she thought. he knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help it.
he hadn’t meant for this to happen, he’d promised he’d return the textbook you’d lended him and he was never one to break a promise, he’d only really noticed the time once he’d reached his destination. he assumed you might’ve been asleep and didn’t want to wake you, but he didn’t expect to see what he did. fingers wrapped around the windowsill as he popped his head up above the ledge.
he must have been dreaming, because there you were, the girl of all of his sexual fantasies pleasuring herself, pretty tits on display for him, fingers submerged to the hilt inside her clenching hole as her face contorted in pleasure.
but before he had time to really take in the sight, your eyelids flickered open gently before landing on his own wide ones, your squeak of terror muffled by the confines of the thick glass as you reach for the nearest throw pillow. by the time you look back up he’s out of sight, dropped down with his back to the brick of your house, breathing heavily and eyes wide. he was panicking.
how was he ever going to face you again? surely you’d tell everyone and he’d become some kind of pariah? had he ruined every chance he’d ever had of being anything more than classmates with you? his turmoil of thoughts is halted by the sweetest voice he’d ever heard.
“pope..?” you whisper into the cold night air, arms wrapped around yourself as the wind whips at your bare arms. he builds up the courage to show his face, pushing up from his seated position, and before he has the chance to explain himself your reaching for his face.
soft hands enveloping his cheeks and connecting your lips with his, tongues swirling messily against each other’s, you pull away and pope is dazed, eyes glazed over and wide as he looks at you confused. “but i-“ you shake your head with a comfortingly smile, silencing him with a finger to his lips.
“you’ll come help me out, won’t you pope?”