I really hoped he would be in class today. To waste this perfectly tight outfit would be upsetting. I had bought new, dark, skin tight jeans, and wore a thong to be sure no lines could be seen. The adherent electric blue blouse was unbuttoned a bit too low to bee decent, and the white tank top underneath failed completely to cover my cleavage, pushed up by my new lacey bra. I hoped to make him completely wild today. He'd be going home for lunch with blue balls.
I smirked as I strode toward our lecture hall, drawing several gazes. But I was mostly rewarded when I sat in my usual spot, with him across the corridor from me, and his jaw dropped.
I smirked as I briefly caught his eyes checking me out, from the curled up hair passing from my tightly clothed body to my blue high pumps on my feet.
As if nothing strange was taking place, I turned to my study buddies on my left and started a normal conversation.
Without checking I knew he was looking, and I purposely stretched my body towards my right side to greet someone behind me. I could feel his eyes burning through my clothes.
About half way into the lecture I dropped my pen, and blatantly bent over to his side to pick it up, my cleavage obviously showing, glancing quickly towards him. He had a death stare on. Yeah that too happened often. He got angry at me for teasing him so blatantly and painfully, and still never approaching him outside.
I smirked. Your move buddy.
But I didn't leave him boil on his own. During the rest of the lecture I kept teasing my own lips with a pen, my teeth, my tongue sliding over now and then. I could swear I heard him groan at one point.
As the bell rang and dismissed us, I picked up my belongings purposely giving my back to him, and my behind, as I bent over to catch a fallen pencil. Clumsy me!
As one of my girl-friends watched giggling and shaking her head, I headed out the hall with her, smirking.
Mission accomplished today too.
Heading for the girls bathroom at lunchtime I had the familiar sensation of being watched. I dismissed it, as I had dressed for this purpose and couldn't complain. But I didn't see the next thing coming.
From a door to my side an arm sneaked out and got hold of my wrist, pulling me in what I realized was the janitor's closet.
There he was, standing menacingly in front of me, pinning me to the wall.
"Damian..." I breathed.
"Shut up." He growled and pressed my lips on mine, forcing them open and invading my mouth. "You are a fucking tease."
"That was the plan..." I could hardly make out. Ok... hot, so hot.
"Where you even thinking of ever approaching me, had I not dragged you in here?" he asked, a hair from my mouth, his body pressed on mine. Mmmh... he was hard.
I shook my head no, biting my lip.
"Bitch." He growled, and took my lip between his own teeth. "You planned on making me die of blue balls didn't you? Send me home to jerk off thinking of you."
"Did it work?" I whispered.
