Author's note
I was, and still am, quite confused whether this story belongs here or in non-consent. I have, however, decided to post it under Erotic Coupling based on the overall tone of the story. I hope I made the right decision.
The little bit of non-consent that is in the story is nothing too rough. But if that's definitely not your thing then…
The story also has a bit of a slow build-up, where the atmosphere is set in the first part. But it definitely builds up to a lot of sex as the story progresses, so I hope you will read it till the end.
This is only my second story and I would love to get feedback on what I am doing right and what I need to work on, so if you like it, love it or hate it, do drop a line.
*All the characters in the story are 18 years of age or above.*
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Lisa set the model she was carrying on the table and took a couple of steps back to admire it. She compared it to the models kept on either side of it and permitted herself a little smug smile. It looked better, at least, than the two right beside it.
Her team had been working on the project for over a week now. In fact, Lisa with a lot of persuasion had got permission to stay late and deliver their model herself to the lab. The professor had given her the keys in the strictest confidence and she felt a flicker of pride as she locked the lab doors and pocketed the keys.
She stepped out into the corridor to see the clouds gather and start to drizzle.
She thought to herself, 'If I hurry, I might just make it home before it starts pouring heavily.' Lisa didn't like getting wet.
But as she stepped into the rain, her resolve wavered. It's not the rain she objected to, but the sticky, wet feeling you had to put up with till you changed out of the wet clothes and dried yourself.
'But,' she thought, 'I am going to go straight home, which is hardly a 15 minute walk from the school.'
So she indulged herself. She walked as slow as possible to the next building, and by the time she reached her empty classroom, her t-shirt and skirt were damp and stuck to her body, curving across her breasts and ass. Lisa tugged at the skirt self-consciously and quickly stuffed all her things into her bag.
She turned towards the door to leave and stopped.
There was someone already standing at the door. Lisa's heart started pounding as she stood and looked at him, hoping that her face would not reflect what she felt at seeing him there. Alone.
It couldn't really be Jack standing there and looking at her like that? Could it?
Lisa blinked a couple of times to check if he was real.
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Lisa had an inherent respect for rules. She understood them and therefore she could work with them. She knew the hidden rules and codes of a high school and understood the perks if you worked within the system. She put in the work and did what she had to do. Her planning had been meticulous and now in her senior year, she had everything.
Her grades were exactly what they should be to get her into an Ivy League school. She was a dancer and had enough extra-curricular activities on her resume to impress anyone. She had enough friends to have an active social life. And to top it all off, she had the perfect boyfriend. Star Quarterback in the school's football team, Jeremy was the dream of almost every girl in school. Tall, handsome, smart, funny, caring; he was the ideal boyfriend.
Lisa's high school life was perfect except for one little thing.
Jack.
The first time Lisa saw him was when she was walking to the water fountain. She bent over to get a drink when she got a peculiar feeling at the back of her neck, a feeling that someone was looking at her. She turned to see him standing near a locker a few feet away from her, staring at her.
She looked at him and took in his scuffed shirt, frayed jeans and shoes that cried for a polish, her eyes slowly rose to meet his to sneer at him and she was taken aback at the intensity of his gaze.
When he saw her turn, he lifted his gaze up to meet hers and Lisa was surprised by the raw desire she saw in his eyes when they locked on hers. It hit her like a bolt of lightning and she felt as if every nerve end of her body was on fire. She felt heat rise up to her face but was unable to break away from his gaze.
"Jack!" She heard a female voice scream over the noise of the crowd, shattering the moment and Lisa saw him turn. He looked at the girl who had screamed his name and smiled at her, quickly changing his expression.
The girl walked up to him and put his hand around his waist and said something. He smiled and started walking away with her.
Lisa kept following them with her eyes, but he never turned to look at her again.
She later found out by very careful and guarded questioning that the girl's name was Mindy. She was Jack's girlfriend. Both of them were seniors too, but did not participate much in the school activities. Not surprisingly, no one in her circle seemed to know much about them.
Lisa was careful in keeping her questioning to a minimum to keep any curiosity from arising in anyone's mind. She didn't want anyone, not even Jeremy, especially not Jeremy, to find out about this incident. She had worked very hard at creating this life for her. She wasn't going to let something this small jeopardize everything.
But she was surprised to note that she disliked Mindy.
Lisa didn't believe in wasting time in liking and disliking people. According to her, there were people who mattered and people who didn't. You keep people who matter to you close and disregard people who don't.
Lisa was afraid to ask herself why Mindy mattered. She was afraid of finding out.
This disturbed her. But she was careful enough to not let anyone find out about this.
After that incident, she seemed to run into Jack a lot more often. He never came up to her to say anything, never acknowledged her presence with any sign but just looked at her in a way that was highly intrusive. It always sent a thrill of fear and excitement down her spine.
She found herself thinking of him as she dressed for school in the mornings. And when he looked at her, whatever she wore, seemed to feel shorter, tighter and more revealing than what was in the morning when she had picked out her outfit.
When she thought maybe she ought to feel guilty about what was happening, she told herself it was nothing.
Technically, it was just another guy looking at her.
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Blinking didn't help. He was still there at the end of it.
Lisa just stood there, caught in his stare, unable to move.
She saw his gaze flicker down to her chest and she looked down at herself. Her nipples were hard and were showing through the wet T-shirt sticking to her body.
Lisa quickly put her bag in front of her chest and tried to walk past him at the door. He moved a little and blocked her way.
"You are blocking my way." She pointed out to him, making her voice a bit stern to cover up the loud beating of her heart.
"We need to talk." He stood his ground.
"Sure. We'll talk tomorrow, at lunch? I really need to go home now." She tried to keep my voice steady, desperate to get out while she still had some semblance of control over the situation.
She tried to squeeze past him when he put a hand up at the side of the door and blocked her way completely. She banged into his arm with her shoulders and immediately stepped back.
"No. I'd rather we talk now."
"About what?"
"About us." He took a step closer as he said this. She took an instinctive step back. When he said 'us' in his deep voice, a fire erupted at the pit of her stomach, Lisa couldn't tell if it was nervous excitement or plain stark fear.
"What about us?" she asked him, hoping he didn't catch the wobble in her voice.
But she already knew…
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Kelly was Lisa's lookout as she changed into her costume for the solo dance competition in the empty classroom at the end of the corridor near the dumpster.
It was a lot of hassle dragging Kelly along, as all the classrooms, as per some stupid and nonsensical school rule, had no blinds or bolts on the door.
But Lisa had chosen it after giving a lot of consideration to all the other options.
As she explained to Kelly, she couldn't have changed from home. The costume that she was planning on wearing was a little too provocative for even her liberal parents. Changing in the girl's room was out, she didn't want the entire school to know what she was going to wear even before the competition started.
And that left them with an empty classroom.
Beggars can't be choosers.
Kelly sat with her back against the corridor window and started chattering about what she heard the other girls were wearing. "I don't know what Cameron is going to be wearing but I heard it's pretty daring. But she can't dance to save her life, so she must compensate for that somehow." Her voice trailed away as she saw Lisa put on a long skirt that came down and covered her feet, over the mini skirt that she was already wearing.
"That, is provocative?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.
"I am going to take it off on-stage. It's part of a dance move." Lisa winked with a smile.
"Hot", said Kelly grinning.
"And this is what I am wearing on top." Lisa held up a skimpy piece of cloth which looked like it'd barely cover anything. "It's stretchable, but of course I can't wear anything underneath it." Grinning openly now, peeling off her bra and letting it fall on the floor.
