Kay looked anxiously at the empty desk and back up at the clock. Where was he? She grew panicky. What if he was absent today? Kay suddenly felt herself blinking back tears at the thought of not seeing him. She was surprised at her reaction and was about to reprimand herself when he silently strolled through the doorway. He slid into his seat quietly, folding his hands and looking out the window.
"David!" Ms. Halsey bellowed sharply. "You're late! Would you care to explain?"
Kay watched David's every move as he turned, narrowed his eyes at the instructor, and said in a very cold voice: "No, I would not."
Ms. Halsey wasn't taken aback by David's rudeness, she had come to expect it. But she was not about to let him get away with his remark. "I insist you share with the class why you're so special that you don't need to arrive on time."
David's only response was to lift his hand and present Ms. Halsey with his middle finger.
Ms. Halsey sighed in frustration and shook her head. "Detention David, after school, in room 105."
David just shrugged his shoulders and sat back in his chair. It's not like this was his first time getting detention, in fact, he had detention almost everyday. Room 105 was a home away from home for him.
Ms. Halsey turned her attention to the rest of the class. "Today we are going to watch an educational video about the cycles of life of an oak tree indigenous only to our home state of Wisconsin." She flicked out the lights, switched on the television, and clicked the VCR remote. The classroom filled with the bluish tint of the TV screen and Ms. Halsey went to her desk to grade papers.
Kay's eyes were not on the movie however. No, she had not taken her gaze off of David since he had entered the room. This is what Kay did everyday; she sat in the back of the class, away from the other students, so that she could study David unabashedly. As usual, David was looking out the window again. His long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The darkness of David's locks was brilliantly contrasted against the incredible paleness of his skin. His head was turned away from her, but Kay could just make out David's profile via the light coming through the window. His jaw line was well defined, his nose dignified, and his full lips were turned down slightly in his perpetual frown. Kay had to smile; he was just so damn cute. She let her eyes travel down the length of David's body. His overall frame was lean. The white, long sleeved button-down shirt he was wearing couldn't hide his muscular arms and stomach, and she knew that underneath those khaki pants was a pair of very toned legs. Kay had to smile once again as she marveled at how very different she and David were. Not only were their personalities like night and day, David being quite antisocial and Kay being a vivacious people person, but physically they were almost complete opposites. Her hair was long like David's, but wavy and the color of milk chocolate. She had a peaches and cream complexion and her flesh was soft and smooth. Kay was not muscular in the slightest. She had a very voluptuous body; a true hour glass figure with full breasts, a narrow waist, and a round behind. Today she accentuated her curves with a formfitting, low-cut pink sweater and tight denim skirt.
David suddenly shifted in his seat and his small silver belt buckle caught the sunlight and flashed in Kay's eyes. This succeeded in drawing her gaze to his crotch. By the gods, how many times had she wondered what his cock looked like? How many times had she fantasized about what it would feel like in her mouth? Oh, how she had dreamed of sucking his cock, to swirl her tongue over his erect and pulsating member until he could stand it no longer and came hot and hard down her throat. Kay licked her lips unconsciously at the thought of tasting his sweet cum. She absent-mindedly traced her finger along her chest, just above the plunging neckline of her sweater. She inhaled deeply and smiled at the delicious tickling sensation. Suddenly some random noise from the movie brought her back to reality. Kay shook her head as if to clear her naughty thoughts away and swept her gaze back up David's torso to catch one last glimpse of his face before resigning herself to watching the TV screen.
She was met with his piercing black eyes. Kay's breath caught in her throat. Damn it! She was so busted. She should have looked away immediately, but she couldn't. Something about those dark onyx pools literally held her captivated. She should have been embarrassed, but she wasn't. Somehow his gaze upon her was most comforting, almost familiar. They just looked at one another. It seemed to Kay that everything else in the room disappeared, and only she and David existed in that moment. Then his eyes dropped down and David openly surveyed her body. Kay squirmed slightly under his stare, but not out of discomfort, oh no, it was just that she felt herself getting wet and she involuntarily thrust her hips. David brought his eyes back up and his gaze stopped at her chest. Kay realized that her hand still rested atop the soft curve of her cleavage. She watched David as she lightly ran her fingers over the exposed flesh of her breast. Keeping her right hand on her bosom, Kay moved her left hand up and pulled her sweater down, revealing her milky shoulder and thin, white bra strap. Taking the strap between her fingers, Kay lifted it and let is snap against her skin.
"Oooooo." She mouthed to David silently.
David made no response, but one glance at his crotch and Kay could see a bulge in his khakis. She then, at an incredibly slow pace, slid the bra strap down so that her shoulder was completely bare. She moved her hand back to her cleavage and cupped her left breast, squeezing it gently. By now, her right hand had begun to slink its way downward. It skimmed over her right breast, snaked down her stomach, and stopped right at the waistband of her skirt. Kay looked at David, seeking his eyes. He was still as stoic as ever. It didn't matter though, Kay was too turned on to stop now. She slipped her hand under her skirt and into her panties. She had just meant to play with her clit but she was so wet that her fingers slid right into her cunt. Kay bit her lip to keep from crying out and arched her back. She thrust in and out slowly, squeezing her left breast more firmly. She returned her gaze to David who watched her intently but displayed no emotion. Kay was just about to tug her sweater down further when the lights suddenly went on. Kay's hand flew out of her skirt and she pulled her sweater back up with lightning speed. She held her breath and waited to see if anyone had caught her indiscretion. But no, Ms. Halsey was writing their assignment on the board and blabbing on about the magnificence of the mighty oak. And none of the other students were glaring at her or giving her any looks so it appeared that Kay was in the clear.
Kay exhaled. "Thank goodness." She said to herself. She smiled, then stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked the juices off of them. The bell rang and Kay turned to give David a "that was close" look, but his chair was empty.
"Damn it." She cursed under her breath and sighed in frustration. "What happened?" She thought, "Was he offended? He didn't look offended."
Kay shook her head and gathered her things. She left the class with a heavy heart, feeling utterly dejected. Not only was she concerned that she had upset David, but now she had to go around the rest of the day in sopping wet underwear.
By lunch time Kay was feeling much better. She was sitting in the cafeteria with her friends, laughing and joking. Kay was the kind of person who could kick it with anybody: the preppies, the stoners, the nerds, it didn't matter. She was comfortable around them all and they around her. Today she was at the preppy table, but her eyes kept stealing over to where David was sitting. He was alone as usual and not even eating. Instead he was reading a book. Kay squinted and tried to make out the title. Her eyes widened as she realized it was Machiavelli's "The Prince." She had tried to read that book many times before but could never get through it, it was way beyond her comprehension.
"Mmmmm," she said to herself, "he's smart." To Kay, intelligence was the ultimate turn on. Her panties, which had finally started to dry, became damp once again.
Just then Leo "The Rod" Rochester came down the aisle next to David's table. She could see that he was going to harass David in some way, probably by pouring milk on his book or something dumb like that.
"Damn it," Kay thought, "why is it the stupid forever annoy the keen? Ridiculous jealousy issues." Kay stood up, almost out of habit, to distract the boorish jock. She had lost count of the number of times she had done something to keep a brainless lout from bothering David.
"Hey Leo!" Kay called.
