"You know, I will break his legs".

Jaune was surprised at the way Pyrrha looked when he saw her after additional readings. When he had last seen her, she had been wearing her typical school uniform like everyone else. But when she had helped him up after that douche Cardin had pushed him over, Jaune saw...well...more than he had meant to.

To put it bluntly, she had looked smuttier that she had before. Her skirt was drawn up higher than it usually was so that it barely covered anything, and she had partially removed her tie in order to undo her top button. Pyrrha then asked Jaune to follow her, as she had something to show him.

She insisted on walking in front as she 'knew the way'. Jaune didn't mean to notice, but that skirt length was really emphasising Pyrrha's hip swings and he even got a full blown panty shot on a flight of stairs. He was ashamed to admit it to himself, but he had noticed that she was wearing black underwear...which looked really good on her... He blushed and followed.

They both arrived at the familiar roof top where Jaune had once searched for a class room; there was a pretty view of the surrounding school and a nice view of the Cliffside. Pyrrha stopped walking without looking at Jaune; she seemed to have put her hands together in front of her, as if nervous. When Jaune was about to ask why he was out here, Pyrrha turned around and cut across him with a strange voice Jaune had never heard before.

"Do you want me to train you"?

It was a simple question, but for some reason, it made sparks run down Jaune's spine, maybe it was the way she was looking at him. Her eyes were narrow and almost hypnotic.

"I...I'd like that" Jaune said stupidly.

Pyrrha smiled, but it was not her usual happy go lucky 'hello again!' smile. It was a wide sultry smile, which made the fullness of her lips very prominent. It made Jaune feel weirdly calm and excited at the same time. He trusted Pyrrha, of course. But that smile...

She beckoned him over with one finger, "Come here, I want to show you something"

Jaune moved forward obediently, but cautiously. She reached into her shirt and pulled out her scroll.

Jaune leaned in to look at what was on the screen when it happened. It was so fast that for a second, Jaune didn't even realise what was happening, only when scroll hit the floor and he felt something soft and warm penetrate his closed lips did he realise. Pyrrha had moved in, and kissed him deeply on the mouth.

They stood for a moment, both of Pyrrha's hands on Jaune's face as her tongue explored his mouth. She made this first kiss one to remember, leaving her scent all over the inside of Jaune's being. Jaune liked the way it felt, a smooth slippery tongue sliding around all over his...and the way it tasted how she smelled was breath taking.

After neither could hold their breath any longer, their lips parted, leaving both Pyrrha and Jaune panting in awe of what had just happened.

It was Jaune who managed to speak first.

"W...why did you...I didn't know that you..." he trailed off, still baffled by his first kiss.

Pyrrha just smiled lewdly and asked "Did you like it"?

Jaune wanted to object, to say that this was wrong. But her eyes seemed to encourage him not to; they just twinkled in the starlight, sapping his free will.

Not having any other coherent thoughts to share, Jaune stated the one thought he had retained before...that had happened. The one thing he needed to know before anything else happened.

"Why?"

"I was worried you were going to fall for one of those other girls" Pyrrha said inches from Jaune's face, as she pushed Jaune against the wall.

Jaune had intended to respond to this, but his throat seemed to have become non-existent since Pyrrha's tongue had been exploring it.

"Don't bother with them" she whispered as they embraced. "They are all push up bras and stilettos".

Despite his indescribable excitement, Jaune looked at Pyrrha with a confused, slight concerned expression on his face.

"You wear a push up bra?" murmured Jaune, at last finding his voice.

This question made Pyrrha blush even harder. Giving Jaune a sexy smile, she took his shaking left hand and guided it to her right breast.

"I don't wear a bra"

The sight of Jaune's face going even redder than Pyrrha's hair got her a little more exited...down there.

Pyrrha drew her face forward and pressed her supple lips against Jaune's for a second time. Her confidence now growing, she decided to meet Jaune's now seduced body half way, and skilfully massaged Jaune's tongue as his returned the favour. She was dripping wet now, and from the hard sensation poking around her inner thigh, Pyrrha thought Jaune must be getting off as well.

They both opened their mouths to simply kiss with their tongues, Jaune's hand now massaging Pyrrha's breast with his exposed fingers. Jaune's mind had gone blank, he was doing such perverted things to his friend...could he even call her a friend anymore? As one of her smooth gloved hands left the side of his face and began to sensually slide down his torso, his legs started to feel like jelly.

"Mmmm...Looks like you're ready" Pyrrha breathed sensually, stimulating Jaune with her wandering hand. "You wanted a lesson, right. Well let's see how you handle an endurance test." She giggled as she watched him sweat from having both of Pyrrha's enormous breasts press up against him. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle". This was all the stress his legs could withstand, he collapsed onto the floor and Pyrrha fell on top of him.

A moment of confusion followed the fall, Jaune didn't feel any breasts touching him anymore...but something heavy was still pressing down on his- Jaune opened his eyes and saw that Pyrrha's face had fallen straight into his crotch, and she was now breathing heavily.

"Are you ok" Jaune said breathlessly, "you're good right"?!

Pyrrha's head slowly began to rise, her hair was now slightly dishevelled and her face had an extremely lewd look about it. Her eyes were narrow, making direct eye contact with Jaune's and her smiling lips were being daintily licked by her tongue.

"Sigh...I've waited a long time for this" she smiled mysteriously as she ran a single finger down Jaune's thigh, stopping at his crotch. "And the fall made it less excited" she said, shaking her head slightly. "That's a shame; I hadn't even gotten serious yet."

Jaune looked; crestfallen, down towards his special place. The worry about Pyrrha had made it shrink down to a half chub.

"I can make it better" she whispered to Jaune, unzipping his pants and pulling down his underwear. Pyrrha gazed down at Jaune's dick, as if entranced by it. She took in gently her hand and jerked it once. It became rock hard instantly.

A single raspy breath escaped Jaune's mouth, unbidden. He found this embarrassing; he didn't want to appear sexually weak on his first time after all. The sound of his reaction gave her inspiration for what she did next. She moved her mouth right up to the tip of Jaune's penis, and wrapped her lips around the head. Jaune's heart skipped a beat as he realised what was happening.

Her energetic tongue instantly began licking it gleefully. It tasted of a man, the man Pyrrha had fantasised about since the day she had met him. The helmet began to twitch in her mouth, it was time. Without warning, Pyrrha plunged the dick deep into her mouth, taking the tip right to the back of her throat.

Jaune's body gave a sudden jolt at the surprise and then began to relax as the unbridled euphoria whisked away his nerves. Pyrrha began moving her head up and down at a very consistent speed, taking care to always put just as much back in as she took out each time. She had practiced very hard for this day, working to weaken her gag reflex, solely for this. She was going to make him remember this, she was going to make Jaune hers- and hers alone!

Jaune puffed and panted as Pyrrha's head bobbed up and down on his dick with increasing speed. Her silky lips combined with her amazing tongue made thinking straight not an option. He started to feel like he was dreaming. This was a dream come true after all.

Jaune's penis suddenly began to feel amazing, he knew he was close but he couldn't open his mouth, it was clamped shut by the bliss of his first blowjob. He screwed up his face as he felt the dam break.

Pyrrha felt the hot semen of her beloved gush into her welcoming mouth; she pushed it in deeper so that not a single drop would be spilt. Her mind was so blank, she couldn't even remember how it tasted, and she didn't care.

She happily sucked Jaune for a bit longer, both out of habit and the desire to get any stray cum. At last he withdrew Jaune's cock from her mouth and they both lay panting. After a minutes come down, the two pairs of eyes met and Jaune stammered avidly "Pyrrha...that was..."

He couldn't finish his sentence, whether out of embarrassment or tiredness he did not know. Pyrrha seemed to get the message however, because this prompted her to smile and stand up. The place where she had been kneeling was covered in something wet that smelled good. She straightened up and turned away from Jaune, so that he could see her soaking wet panties clinging to her ass.

"Not bad" she stated to the night air, rather surprisingly like her usual melodramatic voice. She turned to face Jaune and he saw that she was wearing her pretty, kind smile. "But we'll have to work on that endurance; that was barely ten seconds." She spoke in a parody of how Glynda gave combat training tips to Jaune so very often. "You're never going to please me with that kind of breaking point, you need lots of practice."

She then bent down, giving her breasts great emphasis with her arms, and met Jaune's gaze with that same sexy expression.

"I'm going to give you lots of practice, Jaune; we can do lots of other lewd things. Sound fun"?

Jaune was too dazed and happy to even think about how this could be a bad idea. He nodded simply.

"Good boy" grinned Pyrrha, gesturing him to get up and follow her. Jaune slipped his still dry pants back on (Seriously, she didn't spill anything), and followed her. Jaune noticed while they were walking that while her eyes looked kind of distant, she had never smiled so much since the day they had been assigned to the same team.

A gentle breeze rippled across the puddle that Pyrrha had left, and faded into the distance, but not before ruffling a set of curtains. The curtains of an open dorm room window. The room where, just below the window sill, Cardin Winchester was lying in the foetal position, hardly daring to believe what he had just heard.