I walk in the halls, looking at almost every guy that passes by me. I look at their face and think, about how good their kiss would be, or maybe something totally else. I smile at that and try to forget it. I look at their body and think how good it would feel to have their body on mine, the pressure of their weight crushing mine sweetly.
I moan as I think this. Why does this have to be? I ask myself.
I'm against the wall waiting for my teacher to open the door, then I noticed that I'm rubbing up against it like a cat would. I wonder if anybody saw me, and shrank into the room trying to forget this all to together but not suceeding very well.
My thoughts go to guys. To imagine him and me having a bit of fun. Fun that scares and excites me. Oh boy! Stop it, stop it! I ordered myself. No more thinking! I cry . But my thoughts don't listen, they keep coming and going. Making my mind a blur of wanting and squiming in my seat.
Now I'm alone in the hall, on a college campus, with a hot guy at his locker with nobody around. Oh boy! My mind cries fearfully. Here I go.
My feet crept silently towards him, my mind whirling with thoughts of what I was going to do with him. I'm filled with eagerness and lust and just can't wait to get to him. My mind cries out to me, telling me to stop, but I pay no heed.
I get to him and run my fingers greedily up his back, feeling the contours of muscles which just made me the more hotter. He starts to turn around and I pull him against me, turn him around, and kiss him hard. At first he struggled, but then deepens the kiss. I pull him closer and felt both our matched urgencies.
My heat that was just embers a minute ago was stoked to a blazing bonfire. He nibbled on my earlobe and I felt my knees go weak. Then he worked his way down with his mouth and bit at the side of my neck. Which made me moan and clutch at him, and my knees unhinged. I would have tumbled to the floor if he didn't have a tight grip on me.
I lay my hands on his chest feeling his warmth and sudden wanting came to me to touch his skin. I wanted it, no I needed it. So I then tugged off his shirt and felt his warm skin.
I smiled and lay my lips against his shoulder and my tongue slipped out and tasted his saltly skin. I bit him lightly then and he shuddered in response.
He looked down at me, smiles and then kisses me hard, with the same built-up hunger that matched my own. His hands slides out of the curve of my back and up to cup my breast. I sigh as he touches me and want more.
My hands fumble at his pants, trying to unbutton them. I could feel my heart pounding and the craving and need throb and pulse inside me. His hands slip off my shirt and fumble with the clasp on the back of my bra. My bra then flutters to the floor as he strips it off of me.
