It has been a week and a half since Michael and I told, or shall I say shown, each other our true feelings towards one another. I didn't intend for things to turn out the way they did. One moment I'm asking him if I had done something wrong and then the next we're tearing at each other's clothing. I'm not complaining though. It just seems so surreal. As if it was just a dream.
Things at school have been different since then. For one, we don't talk anymore in class. He's so scared that we're going to get caught that he says even talking is a risk. I personally think he's paranoid, but I understand where he's coming from. Thankfully, this isn't going to go on forever. Just a month and a half of school left and then we're free to do whatever we want to do. He does send private winks and smiles my way when no one is looking though, which reassures me that he's still interested.
It's kind of nice knowing that there's a secret and only the two of us are in on it. Am I crazy to be turned on by this? When I notice his eyes trailing up and down my legs mid lecture, a shiver flows through my body. Man, I want him so bad. I need to have him again and soon. The anticipation for our next encounter is driving me crazy. I can only live off the memories of the touch of his body, his hands, his cock for so long. My skin still tingles at the slightest thought of his touch. God, he was everything I thought he would be and more. It hasn't happened again though, much to my disappointment. We have sexted though, which is nice. He has such a way with words. They create fantastic visuals in my head that get me so hot. But it's not enough to keep me at bay. Getting off on words may be nice for a while but I need his touch. I ache for it.
I've asked him when we'll be alone again every day, via text, since Monday. It's Friday and we still have yet to spend some time together. We also have yet to talk about what this is either. But I can save that conversation for another time. Because right now, all I want is him. I want us to get lost in each other again. For our lips to quickly find their way to each other like magnets. I want to feel his long fingers manipulate me in such a way that drives me insane. I want his warm soft tongue to caress my clit until I cum. Feel his long hard cock drive into my pussy. My pussy is getting wet just thinking about it as I space out in Algebra 2. Next period, I know I'm going to be at war with my body. Because next period is
his
class.
How am I going to get him to agree to see me, alone? I pondered this question as I exchanged my algebra book for my history book at my locker. Then it was as if lightning struck me, an idea popped into my head. I smirked as I shut my locker and headed towards the girls restroom. Once I was in there, I took a look around me. Empty. I quickly shimmied out of my black boy shorts and shoved them into my book bag.
I let him begin his lecture without a hitch. He stood up in the front of the room with his laser pointer and projector remote. The classroom was dimmed but everything was still clearly visible. And I knew he was going to easily see what I was about to show. He continued through the slides, pointing at important facts with his laser pointer. He gave everybody a minute to finish their notes each time he finished a slide. His eyes came towards my end of the class. To everyone, it looked as if he was making sure we were writing our notes. But I know the truth, that look was meant for me. His eyes trailed down to my legs. I smirked and spread them open. I nonchalantly hiked up my skirt. My eyes dropped down to my notes and I jotted a few of the factoids down. When I looked up, that's when I noticed his eyes right where I wanted them to be. His eyes zeroed in on my shaven pussy. I held back the urge to laugh as I noticed his eyes start to glaze over. By now, everybody was done writing their notes from the slide. Another student on the other side of the class coughed and that seemed to knock him out of his trance.
Mr. Watson cleared his throat. "Um, onto the next slide," he said as he pressed a button on the remote.
As he read through the bullet points, I could tell that his concentration wasn't all there. He kept stuttering which never happened. Throughout the 2 years of having him as a history teacher, I don't recall him ever stuttering or trying to find the right words when he lectured. After 2 slides, he just stopped reading through them altogether but continued to sneak glances at my exposed flesh. I knew I had him right where I wanted him.
Once he finished clicking through the power point presentation, he turned on the lights and told the class to answer the questions at the end of the chapter. I sighed as I closed my legs and opened up my history book to the right chapter. My game was over just when I started to have some fun with it.
Seconds later my phone began to vibrate in my jacket pocket. Who could that be? I thought as I quickly fished it out. I held my phone under the desk as I opened up my text inbox. I immediately smiled as I saw who it was from, Michael.
"You're so fucking hot."
The message read. I smiled as I ran a hand through my hair and looked around the room. Sneaking a glance at him. We locked eyes and he smiled. I quickly looked away and looked back at my phone.
"Lol well that came out of nowhere."
"Out of nowhere? Don't play coy. You know exactly what you did."
"I don't know what you mean."
I texted back as I tried to hold back a snicker.
"You know, not wearing any panties. Showing me your bare pussy."
"Oh.. that.. Why were you looking?"
"I didn't know that I was going to see you panty less. You have a nice pussy though. You got me alittle turned on right now."
"Oh, I do? That why you gave such a quick lecture?"
"Yes! I couldn't think straight with what was going through my head."
"Oooh like what?,"
I smirked as I pressed send.
"Do you want to make my hard on worse?"
"Haha no. Wouldn't want that ;p."
"What are you doing afterschool?"
"Oh you know... stuff."
"Well cancel it. You have plans.. with me."
"With you? Are you sure?"
