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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Wolverine_and_the_X-Men_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Idie_Okonkwo/Quentin_Quire
  Character:
      Quentin_Quire, Idie_Okonkwo
  Additional Tags:
      awkward_sweaty_virgin_warning, Pants-Jizzing, Groping, Heavy_Petting,
      Sloppy_Makeouts
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-07 Words: 1725
****** Homework ******
by fatallywhimsical
Summary
     Quentin helps his girlfriend with her homework. Featuring the
     sweatiest, most awkward virgin alive: Quentin Quire, and his
     girlfriend Idie, the closet-pervert.
Notes
     I think the first part of this series kind of had an actual plot.
     This one is literally just almost-porn.
     Who even knows how old these kids are anymore. Underage warning just
     in case.
See the end of the work for more notes
Idie stood at her locker trying to sort out which text books she would need for
the night's homework. She tried to balance the substantial stack of books and
papers in her arms as she nudged the door closed with her hip. With her view
now unobstructed, she found her boyfriend, Quentin Quire, leaning against the
locker next to hers and trying to give her a look which he referred to as “the
smolder.” Idie just thought it looked as though he was trying to hold back a
sneeze. She smiled at him, “Hi, Quentin.”
“Hey, Idie! You wanna come up to my room and check out my, er, video games?”
“No, not really.” Quentin's face fell, but Idie continued, “Though maybe you
could give me a hand with all this homework?” She did the eyelash-fluttery
thing that always made Quentin's stomach jump.
“Oh, yeah... That'd be cool.” He smiled and took about half her stack of books
before leading her up to his dorm room.
Now, Quentin Quire didn't do anything half-assed, or so he liked to think. He'd
planned this evening very carefully, and though things weren't going exactly as
planned, he was sure he could improvise. He had actually taken the time to
clean up as best he could, so Idie wouldn't be completely repulsed by the usual
littering of old food and dirty t-shirts. He even tried to hide the smell,
which had mostly worked except now the room definitely reeked of body spray. He
decided to casually open a window while Idie settled onto his bed, separating
the books and papers into different piles around her. There's a girl... on my
bed. YES!,he thought.
“So, uh,” Quentin hoped the cool breeze coming in would help dry the sweat he
knew was already forming. “Where did you want to start?” He sat next to her,
taking stock of the various piles which seemed to be sorted into Quantum
Biophysics, Future History 101, Mutant Literature, Ethics 101, and Sex
Ed.“Where did you want to start?”
Idie scooted closer, snuggling up to him. She was very warm and smelled nice,
which certainly didn't help Quentin's current perspiration problem.
“Welllll...I was thinking Sex Ed,” she began. Quentin tried not to react
visibly, but his eyes widened rather noticeably behind his glasses. Idie
continued before he could say anything, “Um! Just because, well, half the time
I can't really understand a thing Professor LeBeau says. Did you get any of
that today?”
Quentin drew in a breath before opening his mouth; he knew he was about to have
a terrible case of verbal diarrhea but he was powerless to stop it. “No! I
never understand anything he's talking about, even when I can make out the
words I think he's saying. How is this man even qualified to teach? He should
just stick to making things explode. And for that matter, I really don't see
how any of the so-called 'teachers ' here are qualified to teach. Did any of
them even go to college? I understand all their stupid 'life experience' has to
count for something, but it should hardly be enough to put them in a position
of authority over--”
Idie cut him off. “Quentin! Quentin, calm down! It's just,” she had to pause to
giggle, “It's just school. At least they're trying, right?” Quentin didn't seem
satisfied and looked as if he was about to launch into another rant, so Idie
did the only thing she could: she reached up to grab his shirt collar, pulled
him down just a bit, and kissed him on the mouth. It seemed to do the trick.
“What, uh... What was I... talking about?” He seemed a bit dazed. For all the
experience they had, Idie should not be that good of a kisser.
“I don't think it was important,” Idie smiled, pulling him in for another kiss.
They continued kissing for an indeterminable amount of time, all thoughts of
homework completely forgotten. Eventually Idie decided craning her neck up like
this was uncomfortable but she didn't want to stop kissing, so a change was in
order. Without warning, she gently pushed Quentin back before clambering onto
his lap. “That's better,” she almost-whispered. “Now, where were we?” She
pressed herself against her boyfriend's chest and resumed kissing.
Quentin was not about to protest, but his anxiety levels rose considerably at
this point because he was already half-hard just from kissing, and Idie was so
warm, and so pretty, and she was definitely rubbing against his crotch... Was
she doing it on purpose? Idie wouldn't... but then, the way she kept grinding
against him seemed to provide ample evidence to the contrary.
Quentin's hands instinctively moved to her waist, a feature he had always
admired. Idie was a petite little thing, but somehow very shapely. Tiny waist,
round hips, breasts that were almost certainly larger than he'd imagined (and
how often he'd imagined them) as they were now pressed mercilessly against him.
Idie seemed to be alright with his hands where they were, but could he move
them a bit...higher?
He made an attempt, but Idie shot him down almost immediately. She broke their
kiss, breathing a bit heavily, “No... Not yet, but, um...” She seemed to
consider something briefly before beginning to undo the top few buttons on her
blouse. “It can't hurt to look right?” Quentin shook his head, but no words
would come out (for which he was slightly thankful). Her warm brown skin
contrasted the clean, white cotton material of her bra. He thought he could
even see a tiny pink bow in the middle.
Oh, god, he thought, Wow, it's just like in those magazines... He was lost in
time for a moment, admiring the first pair of boobs he'd seen IRL(!).Soon,
however, he wondered when Idie would start kissing him again. He looked up,
silently begging, and noticed the thoroughly amused expression on Idie's face.
“What?”
“Oh,” she smiled. “...Nothing.” Truthfully, she was impressed and rather
empowered by the effect her body seemed to have on her boyfriend. Idie had no
intention of having sex in the near future, but Quentin was awfully fun to
tease. He seemed up for just about anything, so she decided to take things a
tiny bit further.
Thus far, she had pretended not to notice Quentin's very noticeable erection
poking her through their clothes. She may not have been able to understand
anything Professor LeBeau said in class, but she still read the text book, and
she knew what was happening. Still, Sex Ed was a subject that was rather
impossible to understand completely until one had experienced these things
firsthand, so Idie decided there was no better way to understand her
assignments than to do a little experimenting.
She accidentally let her hand fall on the tent in Quentin's shorts, craning her
head with a curious expression. “Oh, Quentin,” she couldn't help but blush as
she smiled. “Is this for me?”
At this point, Quentin was feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't even begin to
describe. He was nervous, of course, but also excited, because: Wow, there's a
girl, a real girl (and a hot one, at that), on my bed, on my lap, and now
she's—she's touching me! Oh god, this is bad... I mean it's really, really
good, but so, sooo bad... And so, added to the mix of emotions was sheer,
absolute terror at the thought of embarrassing himself like he was certain he
was about to do. He'd been aroused for a while now, with his unnecessarily hot
girlfriend exposing her impressive cleavage and rubbing against his dick, and
now, now she was actually touching it! On purpose! Sure, he was still wearing
pants, but that was hardly any comfort. He berated himself for not having the
forethought to get himself off before inviting Idie up to his room. Wow, that
was stupid. That was really, really stupid. Of all the days to not jerk off...
It may have also crossed his mind that it was rather unfair that Idie was
touching his junk but he wasn't allowed to even get to second base, or, you
know, whatever sports metaphor was appropriate here. But then, he certainly
wasn't about to complain, and there wasn't exactly time to dwell on the
perceived injustice of not getting to touch boobies when there were other
matters to be concerned with, like the fact that he was dangerouslyclose to
having an orgasm.
“Um, Idie?” he managed to choke out.
Idie looked up at him from under her long, dark eyelashes. She was pressed
close against him with her hand shoved down in between them, working Quentin's
erection through his shorts. This was really too easy. “Yes?” she breathed the
word against his skin, her breath surprisingly cool which caused Quentin to
jump slightly.
Quentin swallowed hard, trying his best to form coherent thoughts out loud. “I,
I think maybe... OH!Uh, oh god, You s-should probably--”
“Hmmm?” Idie purred, giving his erection an extra squeeze.
Quentin jolted forward with a muffled grunt before swearing loudly. “Oh god, Oh
no, I can't believe I just...ugh...” he trailed off miserably, mental anguish
overwhelming him.
Idie was a bit surprised. Was it always like this? She removed her hand from
the now very damp area that was her boyfriend's crotch.
“Um... does that always happen?” She asked innocently. The descriptions of male
orgasm in the text books were extremely vague, but this seemed to match, though
it wasn't at all what she'd imagined.
Quentin did not answer, instead mumbling, “Um, I should probably... change my
pants now.” He was blushing rather fiercely, which Idie had to admit was pretty
cute.
Idie slid off his lap as he got up. He seemed to move rather stiffly, which
Idie found more amusing than she probably should have. She sat on his bed and
watched as he rifled through a drawer in search of clean trousers. When he
found some, he started to undo his belt, but paused when he realized Idie was
still watching intently. He looked at her, said nothing, but raised an eyebrow.
“Oh!” She said. “Right, sorry.” She grinned and hid her eyes with her hands,
though she couldn't help but peek when she thought Quentin wasn't looking.
 
End Notes
     This work is a sequel to "First Date," with the alternate title of
     "Awkward Sweaty Virgins part 2: Heavy Petting."
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