There he was. Back from Christmas break. I turned and there he was. My heart pounded and I felt warm between my legs and happy all at once. Jumping up, heading his direction I hugged him and told him how happy I was to see him. That I had missed him. He said he wasn't expecting that response over returning after break. I was a little embarrassed because I felt really silly right then. I felt obvious.
That is when I knew. Yes I knew. Three months I had been watching him and I was fairly certain he might have been watching me but then again....I wasn't real sure. I always had my doubts about it.I would rationalize my way around it ever happening in real life.
God I wanted him so bad. The longing was making me crazy. Those eyes and that smile. It was all I could think about lately. Making me touch myself late into the night --squeezing my legs together groaning and writhing under the covers with my eyes squeezed shut until I was seeing stars...cumming so hard....--then licking my own fingers thinking about fucking him.
This was an obvious crush. Maybe just an infatuation of some sort. Actually I really believed that being with him was not likely to happen to someone like me.
One day I decided to tell him that I had a crush on him. I have no idea what possessed me but I blurted it out kind of in jest and imagine my surprise when he told me he had the same crush! That he thought I was hot. That in fact he had told a friend of his that there was someone at work that he wanted. My nipples got hard when he told me that. The want got bigger. Harder. Deeper.
Tension began to build. Eye contact (at work no less) began to increase. Sexual tension is not something that can be easily ignored. On restroom breaks I'd reach down and touch myself wet and slick and breath in sharply. Finger on my clit I'd squeeze pulling in on nothing inside of me, only in my imagination. In my mind I was squeezing him. His tongue. His fingers. His cock. All my concentration gone.