The Stall:
"
Jesus
Alice! Will you leave that poor guy alone?"
Catherynne McHail had had about enough of her friend torturing her buddy Bengy for a lifetime. Ever since they had gotten into their first year of college she had been a bother. Now, in their third year, things continued to be the same.
They went to a very private institution called Brandenburg University. In some ways the small classes, overbearing teachers bothering them for homework, and bell timed class slots it seemed like they were still in high school. They even wore uniforms, which while girls could wear pants if they chose and boys a kilt, they could not escape the tyranny of the argyle tie. It was only after they entered their classes they knew the level of work they were doing could only be tolerated by adults. Adults with extremely high stress tolerance levels.
"I can't," Alice protested tossing her beautiful golden hair over her shoulder. "Why should I? Haven't you seen the way he looks at me?"
Catherynne rolled her eyes chocolate brown eyes.
"You mean through his
hands?
The kid can't so much as look you in the eye!"
Alice shook her hand dismissively. Cat would never understand. She thought Bengy was this poor geeky wallflower who just happened to be pretty like a girl.
Alice knew better. She had known he was different since the first day she laid eyes on him.
She had seen him studying her while she studied him. Alice could taste his longing, scent the hint of lust that lay temptingly on his breath, when he leaned in an inch too close on the bus to smell her hair.
She had known his desires too, ever since that day in class.
Being the eccentric ball of energy that she was, Cat had run into class one day with her papers carelessly clenched in her hand.
Tripping on a misplaced backpack she had given herself a nasty paper cut right next to his desk. The blood slowly pooled in a diagonal line, welling to the surface of her chocolate hued skin. Seeing this she cursed, stopping in her tracks.
"Damn!" she exclaimed. "That is one hell of a paper cut. You'd think I got in a knife fight...damn."
Alice had filed in after her and saw the girl holding her finger as the blood dripped in her hand.
"Geez, what did you do?" she asked rushing to her.
"Paper cut," Cat hissed, squeezing the finger.
"Why are you squeezing it?"
"I don't know."
"Well then stop!"
"No! It feels better if I hold it."
"That doesn't seem very intelligent for a Science Major."
"Fuck science. This crap stings!"
Alice looked around quickly scanning to see if their Professor had arrived.
"Should I get you to the nurse?" Alice asked.
Cat gave her a sarcastic look.
"Really? Over a paper cut? If I pass out from blood loss then you can take me."
"Then you'll need more than the nurse's office."
Cat snickered and rolled her eyes. "Screw it. I'm just going to sit here and bleed to death."
Alice shook her head, unsure if she should laugh or yell at her. It was then that Alice looked over at Bengy. Normally he hid his face under his black bangs but at that moment, his green eyes were visible. She could see he was staring at Cat's hand.
His pink lips were slightly parted, his eyes lidded and she was shocked that his face mirrored desire. She could feel an interesting shiver cascade down her spine.
Turning to see what she was looking at, Cat saw Bengy duck his head down.
"Hey!" she growled angrily. "Some kind of friend you are! Just going to watch me die?"
"Now that is a grave exaggeration," he mumbled avoiding Alice's gaze.
"Probably," Cat admitted. "But at least I would care if
you
were bleeding."
"Fine, let me see," he snapped with authority that shocked them as well as himself. Cat shrugged and extended her hand.
Taking out a white handkerchief and a napkin he proceeded to gently wipe the blood away from Cat's hand. Alice noticed how infatuated he seemed with it, his face so close to his project. Finally after cleaning most of it he tied the handkerchief around her hand.
To their surprise he kissed her hand before rudely snapping out, "There! I kissed it all better. Think you're going to live?"
Cat frowned and rolled her eyes.
"Barely."
Then she went to her seat, throwing an agitated "Thanks!" behind her.
Alice stood there for a moment longer and watched him pocket the bloody napkin and lick his lips. If she was correct it had been just on his bottom lip, an almost nonexistent dot. Bengy had sampled Cat's blood.
Bewildered she went back to her desk. Either Bengy was a vampire, or he had vampiric tendencies. Both of which were quickly turning her on. After that day she could not help but relive that memory everytime she saw him. Alice found with time that he was in factimmensely attractive underneath all of that shy. She liked the green emerald shine of his eyes, his pale porcelain skin, the way his long black hair slid along his neck. Maybe she was the vampire, because all she wanted to do was bite...
"Hey...Alice! Return from Wonderland, I repeat. Return from Wonderland!"
Alice jolted in her seat and looked at Cat alarmed.
"What?"
"Class started five minutes ago and you looked like you were on a vision quest. Try to not fail this one okay?"
Alice laughed and shook her head. She had gotten lost in her memories again.
"Whatever you say roomie."
Leaning over to her desk she gave Cat a wicked smirk. "You better be nice to me Miss Catherynne. If you keep misbehaving you're going to wake up tied to an X with nothing on but your glasses!"
Some of the color drained from Cat's face.
"Lord have mercy," she mumbled turning her head away. "You are one crazy bitch."
Alice gave her silly friend a smile. She had been very accepting of her BDSM Mistress lifestyle. Granted she had stumbled across her whips and stuff while trying to borrow a sweater, but she didn't seem to mind it. In fact, she had even been fine with her bisexuality and her peeks at her body while she was changing.
Class continued as usual, the Professor droning on about something they had already studied. Generally it didn't bother Alice but for some reason, today was different. Every muscle inside Alice was tense. She wanted to slam Bengy against the damn wall and demand he admit that he wanted it that way. He wanted to be slammed against walls. He wanted it rough and he wanted it rough from her. Alice blinked for a moment.
Why was she so furious? Did she have a crush on him?
Maybe she did.
Looking back at him she caught him in the middle of peeking at her. His entire face blossomed into pink and without warning he picked up his things and hurried out of class. Cat looked up curiously at him preparing to stand up but Alice shook her head.
"I've got this," she whispered putting a pencil behind her ear.
"Since when are you two friends?" Cat mumbled back looking at her suspiciously.
Alice gave her puppy dog eyes. "Cat? Please bring my books to the next class. Please?"
"Whatever," Cat said pouting. "Just don't make it worse. I happen to like Bengy, screws loose and all."
Standing up, Alice hurried off behind him. She kept her distance as he hurriedly scuttled off. Finally he went into a rarely used boy's bathroom near the gyms. She could feel her body heat up in anticipation. Walking in, she quietly closed the door behind her. Looking down the long row she saw he had gone into the last stall. He was standing, but apparently the urinals were too public for him. A cruel smirk slithered onto her lips. Without warning she walked in front of his stall, her clipped steps echoing through the silent bathroom.
Taking her pencil she slid the lock up and wrenched open the door. He stared at her like a deer in headlights, his pants around his ankles and his hands still on his...device.
He didn't move, staring at her with mortified huge green eyes until she invited herself in, closing the stall door behind her.
"Wh-wha...w-w-hat are you!?" he started but she leaned into him biting her lip until it was red and plump.
"Hello Bengy," she said grabbing at his collar.
Roughly she yanked him down and he fell back, sitting on the toilet seat. He let out a yelp and stiffened even more as she straddled him.
Alice was glad she had worn her plaid skirt and white button down today. The naughty school girl looked seemed to be doing wonders on his member. Or maybe it was just because her clothed pussy was rubbing against it.
Mercilessly she gripped his hair with her right hand and forced a rough kiss on him. He whimpered helplessly, sending excitement coursing through her. Bengy felt her bite his lip and felt a painful amount of blood surge to his dick.
Jesus, how did he get into a situation like this?
She pulled his hair harder and slipped her tongue into his mouth. He was powerless to resist her and she ravaged him, her fingers digging into his scalp. When she was starting to make him lightheaded she released him.
Her blue eyes were ashen, darkened by her lust.
"Yes, I know Bengy," she cooed, her eyes dark with lust. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
He watched as her hand dipped under her skirt and cried out when her fingers curled around his dick. She squeezed it and Bengy moaned, his head falling back as his hips strained.
"I know Bengy," she continued, licking the edge of his ear. "...because I've been watching you."
He felt a violent shiver run down his spine and could only gasp as she pushed her breasts into his chest.
"I know that you've been looking at me."
Her wild eyes turned to him with animalistic intent he felt weakened him.
"I know you've been staring for,
