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sneaking sex meme

SNEAKING SEX MEME

You and someone are determined to get it on. True, there is a time and place for everything but it's grown hard to ignore your urges. So, sex happens! But, you gotta be sneaky about it.

• Roll RNG or pick a number below.
• Try not to get caught.

01 / PARTY. You may be drunk and met a total stranger. Or maybe your significant other is urging you to have some quickies in the bathroom. The booming music could be a good cover to hide your moans.
02 / WORK. Office building? You're horny and you need to get it out of your system if you plan at being a productive member of society.
03 / OBLIGATORY INCEST OPTION. This taboo is more along the lines of sneaking all the time, not just at an event.
04 / SHOPPING. There aren't cameras in changing stalls, are there?
05 / MOVIE THEATRE. The popcorn trick doesn't work all the time.
06 / SCHOOL. Having an affair with a teacher or wanting to have sex on campus? Better be extra careful.

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[Patchouli was a firm believer that even silent company could be good company. Right now, though, she would settle for quiet company. Just so long as they didn't make enough noise for anyone to get suspicious.]

Then let's start simply. When was Australia formally founded as a country?

[She was smiling to herself at how easily he'd turned around at the promise of a reward. She stepped closer to him, but if he attempted to move away from the wall, or even reach out without invitation, her magic would gently but irresistibly push him right back.]

[ For the moment, Minato's self-control was at least kind of in place. He hesitated, brow creasing, and searched his memory for that one. When it came to actually studying, there was no-one who was better than Patchouli - it was unfortunate in the best way that he also found her distractingly attractive.

After a few more moments of silence, Minato spoke, moderately confident in his answer. He'd turned his mind totally to the task. Such was the power of a reward dripping with meaning. ]

Ah...1788?

[Patchouli paused for a moment, even after he replied, before smiling.]

Very good.

[Calmly, she reached up to the top of her uniform blouse, slowly undoing the top few buttons. Enough to create a glimpse of cleavage, but not much more yet. Despite the faint blush on her cheeks, she continued.]

How long was the Industrial Revolution?

[ Those few seconds quickly became contenders for the longest of his life. Minato swallowed, hanging there in the silence, and was intensely relieved when he saw her features turn into a smile.

One down...and already that little peak made something within him surge indescribably. His eyes widened, attention captured so thoroughly by her that he nearly missed the question. Industrial Revolution...he knew this one. Definitely. Yukari had talked about it with him after class. ]

Eighty years. Started in...1760.

Much more decisive. And absolutely correct.

[Patchouli undid all of her buttons, letting her blouse hand open. Her breasts, quite large for her frame, still held by her pale lavender bra were something he'd seen before, yes, but the very fact they were doing this at school was making her heart race.]

You've answered when Australia was founded, but in what year did he independent states actually form a federation?

[And just to make it a bit harder for him to think, one of her hands went to her chest - this is, awfully close to the front clasp of her bra.]

Th- thanks, Patchouli.

[ Boy, was his throat ever dry! Minato opened and closed his mouth several times before managing to get himself back under some measure of control. He thought hard, very motivated indeed to get this one right. That look was fantastic, and the promise made by her hand even moreso.

The way he was staring should communicate that part pretty well. She looked...wow. He really had to think to dredge out the answer to her question. ]

1901.

...Correct.

[Patchouli's hand settled in her cleavage, and then, agonizingly flowly, started to fidget. Bu his patience would eventually be rewarded when it came loose and she moved her hand out of the way, her bra falling open with the blouse under the weight of her breasts. Right here, in the school study room, he was getting a good look at her bare chest.]

Is that enough review, or shall we continue?

[Patchouli was blushing visibly by now, embarrassed by herself, but riding a wave of boldness and deeply flattered by just how captivated he was. Her offer of more quizzing - and more rewards - was quite sincere.]

...

[ For a time not quite as brief as a smoother person might manage, Minato forgets how to speak. He's seen it before, but knowing this is right there in school - that she's doing this for him - robs him of speech. He reaches out a hand, making a move to leave the wall, and is promptly shoved back by magic.

Ah, yes. That's the way it was, and he finds himself very much liking it. Minato nods a little too hard, managing to tear his eyes from her cleavage to match her gaze. ]

Continue. Definitely.

[She let him look all he wanted, pleased by being able to render him speechless. Not being the smoothest operator around had helped him do wonders for Patchouli's body image issues, something he was starting to reap the benefits of.]

So diligent of you. You'll thank yourself.

[Patchouli adjusted her reading glasses - which she was mostly wearing for effect - as she considered her approach. There was no need to admonish him for attempting to move, he appeared to understand the terms quite well with that little reminder.]

In what year was the Commonwealth of Nations, then known as the British Commonwealth, formed?

...

[ Oh, right. He was supposed to be thinking. Another embarrassing amount of time passed where Minato was simply admiring the contrast of her purple hair falling over her amazing chest and stomach, eyes trained firmly downwards. He liked Patchouli for her mind, her strange charm, her mysterious power - but this was a pretty great facet of her, too.

He faltered, racking what little remained of his rational brain for the answer. His brow creased again, having to reluctantly look away while trying to concentrate on things other than how he could further eliminate those body image issues. ]

Um. Is it 19... [ A pause. He's not sure. ] 1917?

Incorrect. That's the year the proposition was made. It would not pass into law until 1931.

A reasonable attempt. No penalty.

[She wouldn't do anything nasty to him if he did get one completely wrong... she just wanted to keep him on his toes. And he'd got a consolation prize as she dropped to her knees in front of him, a motion that made her... bounce. A lot.]

In what year was the first Commonwealth Games held?

Thanks, Patchouli-san. I appreciate--

[ If she was looking to test his powers of concentration along with his powers of recall, that was the way to do it. Her descent earns her even wider eyes, the short noise of a 'I can't believe I'm this lucky' groan, and a close-up view of the hardening effects she's having on him.

Bouncing like that compels him to reach out again, but he's just as quickly pushed back. Minato hits the wall with a short thud, grunting, reminded quickly of his lesson. If he got this question wrong, he'd never forgive himself. ]

Ah, that's nineteen...early nineteen hundreds. [ He murmurs something under his breath, frustrated and desiring her deeply. ] 1930?

[She chuckled at the way he cut off so suddenly just seeing her jiggle, and how much he struggled just to get an answer out. But if he could manage it now, she liked to think exam conditions would be nothing. His eventual answer was rewarded with a smile.]

Very good. I knew Commonwealth History wasn't beyond you.

[She stroked the front of his pants once, then went about undoing them, slow and steady. Every moment translated to a slight sway of her chest, as she waited until she'd freed his manhood before speaking again.]

Name the world's smallest internationally recognized sovereign state.

[ The hardest training always did return the best results. Minato nodded, working up a smile of his own, flattered by her praise. He knew Patchouli wasn't easily impressed when it came to academia, so that meant a lot.

Of course, feeling her hand didn't hurt either. He made another very unmanly sound as her fingers brushed over his pants, the straining of his boxer briefs more and more evident with every button on his uniform pants she undid. His eyes drifted down to her swaying and stayed there.

Being pulled out broke his reverie. That hardness very nearly sprang from its confines, quivering in front of her. He swallowed softly, not at all wanting to admit what he was about to. It was too bad he couldn't lie to Patchouli if he tried. ]

I, ah...can't recall that straight away.

Vatican City. Maybe we didn't... touch on that.

[Just for fun, she added to those words by briefly dragging her fingertips lightly along his length. That was all the touch he'd get for now, though, as her hands rested lightly on his thighs.]

I do beg your pardon. I strayed into geography there, didn't I?

[Although, the way she was tilting her head, he may well feel her warm breath as she spoke.]

Staying in the region, in what decade BC was Rome allegedly founded? There are several answers, I will accept any.

That's...nn. All right.

[ There wasn't much he wasn't feeling right at that moment. Minato swallowed down the lump in his throat. Not being able to move was the sweetest kind of torture, every nerve on fire with anticipation. His wrong answers aren't exactly getting punishment, but he's still incredibly relieved when the answer leaps to mind with moderate ease.

He does, however, have to forcibly censor himself from insisting that he has to get the answer right. Damn sense of honour. ]

The 750s. [ Oh, and there's a breath. He shudders slightly, fingers twitching at his side in the desire to reach out. ] 753.

Very good. That answer's one of the most widely accepted.

[Her reward this time was simple, but no doubt effective. She shifted herself a little higher in her kneeling position, leaned forward a little, and rolled her shoulders to make her breasts jiggle a bit. The end result was his length nestled between her breasts, feeling them press around it by their weight alone.

She smiled up at him, completely composed apart from her blush, asking her next question as though she were sitting across the desk from him, rather than making it increasingly obvious she might well... go all the way with this if they didn't get caught.]

When did Japan join the United Nations?

[ Once he was settled between her breasts, Minato felt the sudden and very intense urge to do many things to Patchouli that could not all be performed at the same time. That she still looked so calm and steady through all this lit another flame in his stomach.

Trying his best to steady his breathing, fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides, his gaze stayed locked between his legs at that glorious sight. If she was doing this...then he could only imagine what the next correct answer could get him. He very nearly misses her question from distraction. ]

Japan. United Nations. Ah... [ This one was his homeland. He could get this. His teacher had gone on about how lame the UN was for hours. ] 1956.

[ The 'please be right' beg was painfully clear in his voice. ]

[Once again, Patchouli took her time, smiling up at him silently for a few moments before replying.]

Correct.

[Patchouli hands shifted to the sides of her breasts, and oh so slowly pressed them together, smothering his length between her large assets. Then she started to move them, up at down, again taking her sweet time. She knew for experience the right technique or pace could render Minato breathless or incoherent, and while it was usually a tremendous boost to her mood when she did... she didn't want that this time. While she was normally eager to please and took his lead in such things, it was fun to have him at her beautiful mercy like this.]

When was King James II of England born?

[Yes, she intended to keep quizzing him while doing this. That's why she was going so slowly.]

Urgh...

[ Breathless and incoherent was exactly what he became when the pressure around his erection increased. For this kind of tutoring, he owed her an awful lot in return. She'd be getting the first of those things soon enough with treatment like that...or she would if not for the slow speed. There was no way he could feel anything more than tortuously slow waves of pleasure while she moved that way, turning his powers of concentration into tatters.

That time, he really did miss her question. Minato groaned, only the magic keeping him from reaching forward to take a hold of whatever he could, twitching noticeably inside of her cleavage. ]

Ah...huh? [ He blinked several times. His gaze hadn't moved from where his dick was poking from between her breasts. ] C-could you...repeat that, please, Patchouli?

[Patchouli had to fight to hide a look of smug satisfaction at overwhelming him so completely, but quickly managed to put on a disapproving expression. Not that she expected it to matter, she'd noticed exactly where his gaze had stayed since she'd opened her bra.]

Tut tut, Minako. Losing focus so easily?

[It should have been glaringly obvious she was teasing, considering he'd told her any sane man would lose it when she did this. She stilled her movements, giving him a bit of a reprieve, but still keeping her breasts pressed snugly around him.]

One more time... Birthdate of English king James the Second.

[ If he'd thought such a slow pace was a sweet torture, then he had no idea about her stopping. He groaned under his breath, feeling the prickling of sweat begin underneath his bangs. ]

Sorry. A-ah...

[ Think, boy, think! He swallows again, eyeline crawling back up to her face. Had he been in her right mind, he would have divined it as teasing easily; now a bit of shame burned his cheeks along with the arousal. ]

1633. October.

There you go. Much better.

[A clear note of how much she was enjoying this was slipping into her voice. She didn't start moving again immediately, instead squeezing him with her breasts briefly. She didn't want to be cruel, and another idea came to her.]

Maybe I should ask you a few questions at once this time.

[Squeeze.]

Allow you to build up some credit for a reward.

[Squeeze]

What do you think?

[ Even being as thoroughly distracted as he was, her tone did not go unnoticed. Minato isn't quite in the right mind to protest, though. Her squeezes earn a jerk of the shoulders each time, reminded in a very physical manner where his penis was. A small bead of liquid seeps from the tip of him - proof positive of her good effect. ]

I think...yeah.

[ That's about as eloquent as he's going to get right now. ]

Good idea.

Very well.

[Although she's not going to stop giving those slow, rhythmic squeezes. She doesn't want to make this too easy.]

When was the first modern Olympic games held?

How long was Queen Victoria's Reign?

In which decade is the modern Internet considered to have come into being?

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