The Birds and the Bees

My apologies, dear reader, but this is not a story about the birds and the bees. There will be no perverse penetration, no repulsive reproduction, not even a smidge of foul fetus making.

It will, however, be raucous enough to feature other such deplorable acts, the likes of which I shall keep you oblivious— for story purposes, thank you very much.

The lecture hall stood empty, projector humming as it shined rays of blue onto the empty screen. Even Professor Hark had left, rolling his eyes.

Save for two, of course. You, the undergrad student with certainly not enough time to be conversing about stupid things, and Nayeon, the TA who happily indulged in conversations less than intellectual.

You leaned back in one of the shitty plastic chairs the architect of this establishment deemed studious. “Oh, come on. You think it would be better to be a bee? What the fuck would you do as a bee,” you said in that tone you always took, the one that egged her on.

Nayeon crossed her bare legs on Professor Hark’s soft wheely chair, still a respectable distance away from the first row of desks you sat at. “Save the world? Bees pollinate a third of the world’s crops. What do birds do?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Always coming with facts. Arguing with your TA wasn’t always easy. Not that you’d ever let that stop you. “Birds umm— keep the seed population in check. Probably.”

“They eat worms and poop.”

“Better than what bees eat! Isn’t honey like, their own vomit?”

“You don’t like honey?” She asked.

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not what I said.”

“Then what are you saying?” She uncrossed her legs, skirt way too short for what a TA at a respectable university should’ve been wearing.

“That I’d rather be a bird than a bee,” you said shortly.

“That’s your premise. You haven’t given me any supporting arguments. Just like that paper you handed in last week. Didn’t I tell you? You need to show your work.” She said in that playful voice she always used.

You stuttered. She had a point. That big C on your last paper wasn’t an outlier for you, it was an average. “Well— just ask the tutorial next week. I’m sure they’d agree with me.”

“Still not arguing anything,” she rolled her eyes. “Just admit it, I won.”

You sat up straighter in your chair, unwilling to give in. “Well— you didn’t show your work either!”

“I gave you statistics showing why bees are important for the earth,” she smiled, challenging.

“That still doesn’t show why it would be better to be a bee. We’re arguing experience, not impact!”

“So, your argument then, is that eating worms is better than eating honey?” She eyed you with that look, challenging yes, but also something else. Something that signaled fire.

“I-It—,” you stuttered.

Nayeon stood up, long bare legs glowing in the fluorescent lights of the classroom, top 2 buttons of her shirt unbuttoned revealing her alluring cleavage. You tried to peel your eyes off of her, but her long flowing hair and even longer legs made that impossible. “Here’s my thesis: eating as a bird is worse,” she said slowly, grabbing the apple from the desk that always seemed to be there. She took slow, long strides towards you. “Now let me show my work,” she mocked, taking a bite from the fruit.

She chewed it long and slow, exaggerating every chomp of her teeth. The hypnotizing movement of her hips as she strutted towards you stopped whatever half assed argument you were coming up with.

She stopped at your desk, towering over you as you sat. She let the crunch of the apple talk for her. She was close— closer than she had ever been to you, closer than any TA should have been to their student.

She swallowed with exaggeration, letting out a soft gasp. Her large round eyes peered at you from above in excitement. “How about it?” She teased, raising the apple back to her mouth. She took a soft, slow bite. Slow enough you could see her lips enclose on it, see the bit she took swirl as her tongue moved it inside of her mouth.

You sat there shocked, mouth agape. You knew what she was insinuating, knew what came next, but god fucking dammit it was crazy. She was going to feed you like a bird? Here? Right after class?

Your remarks were snuffed as your mouth instinctively opened— not by much, maybe half a centimeter. She noticed. A light gleamed in her eye, mouth now closed, cheeks full. Like this, she kind of looked like a chipmunk. Or a bunny. Yeah, a bunny.

A hand on your shoulder, leaning down low so you could see her cleavage. Yup. You were fucked. Her eyes stayed locked on yours as her lips hovered over your own. This was all too much. Resolve now gone, you tilted your head back, mouth opening even wider.

Nayeon smiled through the apple still lodged in her mouth; then she released it, right into yours. Strings of saliva dropped, connecting the apple in your mouth to hers.

It tasted sweet and warm and unmistakably Nayeon. She stayed there, hovering too close, watching you.

All this over a fucking argument. All this to prove it would be better to be a bee. But right now, without a shadow of a doubt, you wouldn’t be anyone but yourself.

It was mushy, so much so you could’ve easily swallowed it. But you let it sit there. You held it in your mouth as Nayeon hovered over you.

“See? It’s gross,” she said, smiling like she’d won. Her hand was still on your shoulder, her body leaned over and trapping you.

You finally swallowed, letting out a relieved huff of air. Your breath shook, probably not from the lack of oxygen.

Nayeon’s breathing started to match your own, this unspoken tension between you two, between student and TA. All coalescing into an apple, a bird and a bee.

Your eyes flicked to her lips. “S— still better than a bee,” you stuttered, leaning your face closer to hers. Nayeon’s hand on your shoulder tightened and her lips parted slightly. “I wouldn’t mind eating like this— easier that way.”

Her chest rose and fell with her breathing. An amazing sight, seeing her cleavage bounce with every heave of her chest. Her cheeks were a light red, and when she grabbed the apple and took another bite, her movements were quick and efficient.

She chewed it, before aggressively taking your lips in hers, transferring the apple to you. You let it sit there once again. A hand left your shoulder, tracing down your chest through your shirt, down to your waistband.

“Are you… hard?” She whisper-laughed. But the mush in your mouth left your answer a jumble of sounds. She covered your mouth with a finger, shushing you. “Just chew,” she huffed, sliding your waistband down.

Your cock sprang free, throbbing already. You flexed it as you felt the cool air on your pelvis— and then a hand. Nayeon’s eyes never left yours, but her hand sent a jolt up your spine.

She sat in the seat next to you, shifting you so she was cradling you with one arm. It was humiliating, to be in this position with Nayeon, the TA you’d been bantering with for the whole term. So why you let it happen, with chewed up apple in your mouth no less was a mystery.

Her hand slowly worked up and down your shaft in teasing rhythms, sending shudders through your body. But Nayeon just held you, eyes locked on you, noting every reaction your body showed.

Her fingers felt like chains. She expertly released whenever you bucked your hips up, absolving you from the pleasure. And all the while she sat there, smiling.

“Swallow,” she said softly. You gasped as the mush pushed down your throat. “Ho— holy shit, Nayeon.” You huffed, body squirming under her touch.

Every throb of your cock was painful, but her hands kept working. Every nerve in your loins screamed at a thousand percent, pleasure unimaginable.

“See,” she mocked, but her breath too grew ragged. “Not a good experience.”

You tried to sit up, but the bliss on your penis proved too much. You could only lie there in her arms.

“Now that I showed my work, can you admit that I won?”

“W— we still haven’t proved the bee e— experience isn’t worse,” you managed, even through her strokes.