She had been on his mind ever since that one day downtown where she had been buying illegal drugs for him and his friends. Daniel remembered vividly how she teased him, not quite flirting with him, just enough to keep him interested.
They had exchanged several biting, playful remarks and, before he knew what was happening, she leaned towards him slightly and accidentally brushed her hand against his arm. It was barely touching his skin, but he felt the sensation immediately. Erotic shivers went through his body. She continued chatting, seemingly unaware of the reaction she had caused. She left him a minute later. He held his arm, silently cursing her and at the same time wondering how he could possibly get her.
Thinking about the encounter even now, lying on his bed, he was getting very aroused. He felt the tension in his tight-fitting jeans, unconsciously stroking himself through the fabric. His hand came too close and he groaned out loud, sitting up. His parents were in the next room. He had to be more cautious than this. Standing, Dan exited to the bathroom, taking a magazine with him. He wouldn't need it, however.
He locked the bathroom door and unzipped his jeans in frenzy, almost tearing them off as he pulled down his boxers and started to jerk off. The relief was strong and immediate. He reached for the water faucet and turned it on all the way to cover the sound of his obvious pleasure. As he masturbated furiously with one hand, and used the other to play with his testicles, he closed his eyes and thought of her face. Of her. Walking towards him in that way only she could, oozing sex in the most subtle manner. In his mind, her silky lips parted and she dipped her head, gazing into his eyes. 'I want you,' she whispered, sticking her middle finger into her mouth and drawing it out lustily.
The image did the trick, and within thirty seconds, he was groaning loudly and exhaling as he came, the dripping semen all over his hands. Disgusted, he wiped it off with toilet paper and pulled up his boxers. He had to stop torturing himself this way.
"If I can't touch her soon, I'll die," he said to his reflection in the mirror. He knew it was a bit melodramatic, but at that moment, he'd never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Angela Black. His best friend's younger sister. Could he really do this? It was more than pure lust. He liked her, was drawn to her overall sense of humor and compassion, but his desire for her was overwhelming, and it was affecting his body as well as his mind. All he could think of now was her, lying under him trembling, completely at his mercy.
