by C. P. Watson
In a matter of provocative moments, she was squirming beneath me. Her hands gripped down on the edge of the desk as her back arched off the polished wood. Her body hastily shot forward and her ankles collided as she let out a scream of needed, thrilling release.
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HER CHEST HEAVED UP and down as she slipped her legs through her skirt and pulled it up to her waist before zipping it.
I leaned against the desk looking as she continued to tidy herself up, a crimson red stain on her flushed cheeks and a smile radiating on her beautiful face. “Was it good?” I asked before pressing my lips together. Her eyes shot up to meet mine before she sank her teeth into her bottom lip and walked over to me to place her hands on my shoulders.
“It was wonderful,” She whispered before placing a kiss on my forehead. She then backed away and let out a heavy sigh. “I have book club next.” She said as she began to pick up the scattered papers and folders from the floor. Rushing over to help her, our bodies collided resulting in her being pressed up against the whiteboard. “It seems like you want to go for round two.” She smirked and grazed her soft thumb against my cheek, “but book club will start in a few.” She mumbled scooting away from our position as she continued to pick up the items off the floor.
I helped without causing a catastrophe and soon we were finished and I picked up my dirty satchel. “You can stay, I already told you that you could join if you wanted.” I nodded and took a seat at my desk. There was still some time left before students would start to arrive.
She walked towards me and leant down to whisper in my ear, “I have to stay in wet panties because of you.” She said so erotically making me gulp. She chuckled as she placed her hands under her skirt and slipped them off. I cleared my throat and she held it in her fist. “It’s too uncomfortable.” She whined before walking back to her desk and stuffing it in a pocket of her handbag. She then proceeded to unlock the classroom door.
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THE BOOK CLUB CONSISTED of reading a chapter on Tales of An Unwanted Beauty and discussing the plot and its significance towards its comparative idealism with that of oneself.
I looked at how Ava spoke with her hands flowing in the air and a smile never faltering on her lips, she kept taking sneak glances at me which never went unnoticed, and every time my eyes caught hers a shade of light pink would form on her cheeks before she would turn away.
It was difficult to focus on what she was saying when I was still a bit flustered about what took place earlier and the fact she had no panties beneath her skirt.
Pressing my lips together, I looked at how her ankles were crossed as she stood and thought if she was still uncomfortable since she did not have the chance to clean up properly afterwards.
My own body had after-effects of our actions, in which I had to keep my legs shut together and a tingling sensation kept radiating from in between my thighs, which made my mind have dirty thoughts, those of both of our sexual encounters.
A sigh escaped my lips when she walked passed me, her hand lightly brushing against my shoulder making me shudder at her touch. I swallowed and inhaled deeply as I attempted to focus my eyes on the whiteboard which was blank, but I needed something to keep my eyes on.
Though at first my staring competition with the whiteboard worked, my eyes trailed towards her desk and I felt my breath hitch in my throat at the thought of what had happened at the very desk.
I then decided that it was best for me to close my eyes as I listened to her voice continue to explain something in particular that I was not paying much attention to.
But my mind played a cruel joke on me, making my body heat worsen and my heart race as I pictured Ava pressed up against the whiteboard with my hand up her skirt and her squirming to my touch. My eyes quickly shot open and I shook the thoughts away as I looked at the time on my wristwatch. I counted down the seconds until the session would be over.
But I did not know how long it would take, ‘ten more minutes, twenty, thirty, an hour?’ I did not know how much longer I could go for.
Soon the class was over and I was extremely relieved. I headed out with everyone else since I was in need to use the restroom, my bladder felt like at any moment it would burst, and because I needed to get away from Ava before I tackled her down on the classroom floor.
After using the bathroom, remembering to wash my hands and also my face, I tapped my cheeks with my wet hands in hopes to rid myself from being so flustered, but standing there just listening to my hands slap against my face made me think of my hands slapping against Ava’s nice, firm ass.
I, again, shook my head from the thoughts and went to grab a paper towel when I spotted someone behind me, wiping my face, the person walked closer to me and over to the sink next to mine.
The girl, with a blonde, chopped hair and dull brown eyes turned the knob to allow the water to flow before washing her hands. I grabbed my phone from my satchel and leaned against the sink so that I could text Ava to tell her that I had a tutoring session before I would make it home.
“Is that your girlfriend?” The girl questioned as she turned the knob to stop the flow of water and stretched for a paper towel. She wiped her hands as I placed my phone into my back pocket.
“No.” I crossed my arms over my chest as she smirked and walked closer to me.
“Here’s my number then.” Her eyes travelled from my eyes to my chest as she grabbed my hand and placed a piece of paper in it before stepping away. She walked out of the restroom without looking back as I looked at the piece of paper in my hand.
I was a bit confused but I stuffed it into my other back pocket without thinking and headed out the restroom as well.
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AFTER THE TUTORING SESSION, the girl making my anger rise and fall, I managed not to strangle the life out of her.
I walked home, as usual, not bothering to stop in for a smoothie since I did not want to have another discussion with that homophobic woman.
Entering the estate gates that the guard opened, I searched for my keys in my satchel which luckily did not get lost when Emily threw all my things onto the floor.
I opened the door and walked right up to my room where I saw Ava sitting down on my bed with the palms of her hands covering her face. She looked as though she was crying, I walked over to her and rested my hand on her shoulder, in which she flinched away.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” I dropped my satchel to the floor and kneeled in front of her. She lifted her eyes from her hands and sniffled. “Babe.” I cupped her cheeks with the palms of my hands and kissed her forehead, in which she began to sob even more, with heavy tears streaming down her face.
“Why?” She whispered lifting her sorrowful eyes to meet mine. “Am I not enough?” She mumbled slipping away from me as she began pacing the room.
Her hair was a mess and she was dressed in a pair of baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt which seemed to be damp with tears. I stood and pressed my lips together as I watched her walk from one end of the room to the other, often passing her hand through her messy hair and mumbling something incoherent.
“Babe.” She shot me a glare as the tears continued to stream down her pink tinted face. She stopped pacing and shook her head.
“Are you fucking someone else?” She questioned blatantly making my eyes widen.
“What? Why are you asking me that?”
“Just answer the fucking question, Kylie.” I furrowed my brows.
“No, I am not,” I said walking over to her. She used the palm of her hand to push me back.
“Are you lying to me?” I shook my head and stretched my fingers to caress her face but she squirmed from my touch.
“Babe. I am not cheating on you.” She took in a deep breath but did not breathe out as she began to tremble. “Come here,” I whispered as I managed to pull her towards the bed and leaned her down so that her back rested against the soft fabric of the sheets. I flipped a leg over to the other side of her body and straddled her
before slipping my hands under her t-shirt to cup her breasts. She let out a heavy sigh as she began to breathe again but turned her face to the side as if she was not mindful of my advances.
I leaned down and kissed her jawline allowing a low breath to escape her lips. She swallowed and closed her eyes and I continued to trail kisses down her chest until my lips reached the fabric of her t-shirt. I attempted to slip the fabric through her arms but she pushed me off her making me fall to her side and got off the bed.
She walked over to my bean bag chair and sat facing me without saying a word. I felt rejected and confused, not knowing why she was being the way she was. ‘What did I do wrong?’
My breathing increased and my anxiety levels rose as I thought of the only thing that might make her forgive me for whatever I had done.
Stripping myself out from my clothing, I laid bare in front of her, which I knew sparked her interest. I gulped with sadness in my eyes, not that she could see it as I parted my legs to allow her complete, visual view of my bare core.
I slipped my fingers below my stomach and began to caress to folds with gentle thrusts, with the hope that she was still watching. As I slipped a finger beneath my lips, I squeezed my nub in between my fingers which made me let out a gasp. I continued knowing that my actions were likely pleasing her as I used my finger to spread my lips apart, with the intention to draw her in.
Within seconds she was hovering over me as her hand grazed against my clit, but she retracted her hand away almost immediately and slid to the side of my body before helping me close my legs. She then wordlessly pulled the covers over my naked body and kissed my forehead as she wrapped her arms around me. Tears began to flow down my cheeks and I nuzzled my head closer into the crook of her neck.
She soothed me until my crying had calmed down and my heartbeat slowed in pace. “Baby why did you do that?” She whispered as she ran her fingers through my hair.
I swallowed and pulled her closer to me. “You’re angry with me,” I mumbled with sadness laced in my voice.
She gripped my chin with her index finger and made me look her in the eyes, “Are you guilty of something?” She questioned emotions of her own visible.
I shook my head, “I just do not want to lose you.” I whispered as more tears began to stream down my face again. She hurtfully shut her eyes and placed her hand behind my head and pulled my forehead against hers.
“It’s not true, is it?” I looked at her in confusion not knowing what she was talking about. “You don’t even know what I am talking about.” She chuckled as she wiped away my tears with the pad of her thumb. I shook my head again and she continued, “I heard a girl telling her friends that she fucked you in the restroom.” I flinched and sadness was replaced with anger and even more confusion.
“What the fuck!” I grumbled as I shot up from the bed. I thought for a moment and remembered the girl who gave me her number.
Grabbing my jeans from off the floor, I took out the piece of paper and handed it to Ava. “She only gave me her number,” I said as Ava opened the folded piece of paper.
“And you did not refuse?” She spat, her anger evident, “you were considering it weren’t you?” I shook my head immediately and jumped back onto the bed and crawled towards her.
“I did not even look at it.” I defended as I grabbed the piece of paper away from her and threw it to the floor. “I don’t care about that,” I said cupping her cheeks. She let out a deep breath before she wrapped her arms around my torso and pulled me into her.
“Okay, I believe you.” She whispered calming down.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ava placed a kiss on my lips before she gently ran her hand up my exposed thigh and patted my bum. “Get dressed baby.” She said as a sigh escaped her lips before she slipped away from me and stood. Dragging the palms of her hands over her face, also using her fingertips to harshly rub her eyes, she walked into the bathroom and towards the sink where I heard the sound of watering flowing from a tap.
I wrapped my body in the cool fabric of the sheet before I headed towards her. Her hands were clenched against the surface of the sink and her breathing was rapid. Placing my hand on her shoulder, she took a deep breath. “Babe?” She turned to look at me.
“Are you going to shower?” I pressed my lips together and nodded.
“Do you want to join me?” I smirked allowing the sheet to slip agilely off my body and pool to my feet on the floor. I stepped closer to her but she shook her head.
“I showered before you came home, I’ll go prepare something for dinner.” She said before walking away from me and out of the bathroom.
Heavily sighing, I picked up the sheet from the floor and placed it on top of the bathroom cupboard before I sauntered into the shower, wishing she was in there with me.
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AFTER SHOWERING, I GOT dressed in a pair of pyjama shorts and a t-shirt, not wearing anything underneath. I made sure my outfit was a bit too revealing but a little subtle at the same time.
The night was a bit chilly, which made my nipples hard and printable through the thin fabric. I headed out of my room and down the steps towards the kitchen.
“Babe,” I called as I watched her stir something on the stove. She did not turn to look at me as she continued to concentrate on what she was doing.
“Grandpa said that he would be late.” I nodded, not that she could see, and walked up behind her. Wrapping my arms around her torso, I placed a kiss on her cheek making her sigh. “I’m doing something here.” She said as she shimmied out of my hold and continued to cook ignoring me.
Taking a deep breath, I walked over to a kitchen stool and sat down as I looked at her.
I bit down on my bottom lip as I watched her hips sway and her bum bounce a bit.
Turning off the stove, she turned to me and placed her hand on her hips. I stood and walked over to her again making her eyes scan over my body. She drew in a breath as I placed her hands in mine and kissed the back of her right palm then her left, before placing them over my perky breasts.
For a moment, I saw her eyes darken with desire but it quickly vanished as she dropped her hands and shook her head. “Let’s eat.” She said after taking a breath and grabbed two bowls from the cupboard.
“What did you make?” I questioned trying to ignore the rejection.
“Chicken soup.” She said as she began to dish out for the both of us. I sighed and walked back over to the kitchen stool and sat, my eyes feeling heavy and my body feeling unwanted.
As we ate, I took sneak glances at her, even though her eyes never rose to mine. I pressed my lips together and placed my hand on her thigh, but she did not seem affected by my touch.
Anger boiling in my stomach, I slipped my hand under her pyjama pants and grazed the skin beneath the hem of her underwear making her grab my hand and place it on top of the counter. I furrowed my eyebrows and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Please stop.” She mumbled as she got up from the stool and picked up her empty bowl to place it in the sink.
As she filled the dishwasher, I sat there in dejection as I stirred my spoon around in my uneaten bowl of soup.
Pain filled my chest and I got up, also picking up my bowl and placed it in the sink before exiting the kitchen. I found my way up the steps and into my room as I hit the bed with a loud thump.
Tears streamed down my face, but I quickly wiped them away with the back of my palm before jumping up from my bed and heading towards my dresser.
I stripped from all my clothing and found a pair of red, lace underwear and its matching bra, before slipping the revealing fabrics on and grabbed my satin robe from one of the drawers.
I looked at myself in the mirror knowing that my grandfather was not at home so I could have done what I wanted.
The outfit felt delicate against my skin and my robe tied loosely around my body gave a sexy appearance I knew Ava could not ignore.
Sitting on my bed with my ankles crossed and my c
hest pushed out since my body was being supported by the palm of my hands being pressed against the bed, I waited for Ava. With each breath I took, my heart thumped with expectation wanting her to take me as soon as she entered the room.
‘But why was I so adamant about her touching me? Was it because of the rejection that I would give my body away for the sake of feeling wanted?’ I gulped as I allowed my back to fall against the softness of the bed.
I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. I wanted her to want me, but I also did not want her to touch me. I then realized that I was very selfish when it came to sex. I would turn her on but she could never expect anything from it. I did eat her out in her classroom, which was very wrong and carefree, but it felt so right and I regretted nothing, but I still could not let her touch me just yet, though I was basically naked lying on my bed waiting for her too, just because I felt unwanted.
Pressing my lips together, I decided that I should have continued waiting, but not for what I initially had planned, but just so that we could have had a conversation, in which we could discuss our feelings. I knew something was bugging her, she never treated me so dejectedly before, and somehow that made me desperately want her, but maybe my want for her clouded my own fears. ‘But was I still afraid?’ Up until a few moments prior, I was ready for the taking. I was excited to be touched by her, to feel her soft fingers caressing my aching flesh. I was turned on for sure, turned on by rejection. ‘What was wrong with me?’