Okay. Okay. It's just a bIowjob, Caitlyn. Nothing you haven't experienced before. Calm down. Oh, Gods. Calm.

Caityn can't quite believe herself. All wide-eyed and her mouth is dry and nervous for the first time in her life. Which makes zero sense because (“Not to sound like an ass—“ “Prefacing that everytime doesn’t make you any less of a ass, Cait.”) She’s been bobbing her Iength down wiIling girIs’ throats since puberty. To destress or for fun or simply if she felt like it. Whatever. The point is; she’s well-versed in this.

So, why her palms are suddenly sweating and her cheeks are glowing she has no idea. Croaks. “Uhm. are you sure? Because you really don’t have to—“ like she hasn’t been harassing you for the past couple months and even if she’s had countless fantasies of this moment; in bed or the shower wall or a tissue or her dedicated comesock (ok, sometimes she is just a jock. Sue her. She’s a busy woman! And admittedly, no longer has a maid waiting on her beck and call.)

The deer in the headlights look is truly adorable on her. You’ll never grow tired of teasing it, even if you no longer think of her as the arrogant basketball prick who pads around you like a lost puppy and instead; now, something closer to an.. acquaintance with benefits.

Caitlyn just has no clue how she made it this far with you. It’s like you just randomly decided to give her a shot one day, on a whim, and she desperately doesn’t want to blow it. Even if acquaintance-with-benefits is a title that disgruntles her, at the very least. Hurts, at the most. Very very most, okay?

“I just..” Caitlyn lets out a quiet whine when your fingers curl against the hem of her basketball shorts and—ah, shit. Oh. Really?

No. Seriously. Really Did that.. did that seriously just happen?

"Now look what you’ve done!” She hisses, or well—tries to. It comes out more like a high-pitched squeal, humiliatingly so. Her ears are reddening, almost as quickly as the damp blotch slowly but surely spreading along her basketball shorts.

Quickshot in more than one way, huh?