XLIX: I Had an Idea...
Blake and Liam
Blake
Blake tried not to make too much noise as she slipped into the lecture hall. She was only a little late, but this room was on the smaller side, and she had to walk in front of the whole class no matter where she decided to sit.
Normally, Blake would just slip into the closest seat and draw as little attention to herself as possible, but as she looked up at the seats, she saw Liam sitting in the back, an empty seat next him. Blake could feel everyone else looking at her as she made her way to her way up the short flight of stairs between the sections of seating. She started to shrink down, but then her eyes caught Liam's. Those eyes made her forget about everyone else looking at her, and Blake gave him a warm smile as she slipped into the seat next to him.
"Thanks," she said, shrugging off her coat and getting her laptop out of her bag. She didn't want to look away from his eyes, but had to given their setting. Ever since her over the top masturbation session Thursday night, Blake's pussy had been a bit overactive whenever it came to Liam. Well, her mind had, too, which definitely didn't help, but still. Though Blake was doing well in this class, she preferred to pay attention during lectures. That usually meant little or sometimes no studying later. Being horny in class would not help that.
If you really cared that much, you wouldn't have sometime in your ass right now, would you?
That also didn't help her current situation.
"Did I miss anything?" She whispered, opening up her laptop to her notes for this class as she eyed Liam. Why was he grinning like that?
He shook his head, "Just answering a few homework questions."
Blake smiled at him in thanks.
"Oversleep?"
Blake raised an eyebrow, "You'd know if I overslept. As much as I would love to roll out of bed at the last minute like you apparently do, I make up too many excuses not to stretch and work out if I don't get it out of the way first thing."
Liam blinked, "Wait, you came from the gym?"
"No," Blake said, typing up what their professor threw up on the slides, "I have a morning routine that I do pretty much every day just to stay in shape. I go to the gym for keeping up my strength and bulking or cutting. My appearance is kind of important."
Liam nodded, but Blake could see the curiosity still in his eyes.
"Then why were you late?" Liam asked.
Blake felt her cheeks heat a little bit, and she sighed, leaning closer to Liam and keeping her voice as low as she could with him still able to hear, "If you must know, I was almost out the door this morning when I remembered that I wanted to...wear a butt plug today, and I got a little distracted after putting it in."
Blake straightened, glancing at Liam. Laughter threatened to bubble forth at his expression. Her friend's face could almost compete with a tomato and his eyes were wide as saucers. Blake stole a glance at the crotch of his pants and grinned as she saw some movement there.
Her pussy twitched at the thought of what might be running through Liam's head with this new information, and Blake squirmed, making sure he would notice.
The Blake made the mistake of meeting his eyes.
Fuck.
Those blue eyes gazed at her with such intensity, such desire. Blake shivered, though this time she had no control over the movement.
How the fuck am I supposed to last an entire week or more without throwing myself at him? Stupid rules.
The fact that Blake had set those rules herself only made them stupider.
I should make Liam punish me for doing something so idiotic.
As soon as the idea floated through her mind, Blake felt her cheeks go bright red as a fresh wave of arousal washed through her, pussy clenching in anticipation of such a "punishment."
Blake immediately turned her attention back to her laptop and the slide up on the board--she thought she might have missed a few--trying to think of
anything
other than that.
Fucking fuck.
Her brain had started to fuzz a bit. That wasn't helping with pushing the thoughts away or paying attention. Oh, fuck, she hoped Liam hadn't noticed anything.
Blake almost jumped when her friend cleared his throat, but he still looked just as embarrassed as he had before she'd looked away.
"Uh," he began quietly, scratching at his head, "Why exactly did you want to wear a, um---you know...?"
Liam's embarrassment gave Blake a bit more confidence, though her brain was still fuzzy. She would have to find a way to deal with that given how often it happened when Liam was involved.
Do I even want to, though?
That was a question for future Blake.
"Because I like how it feels," Blake whispered, giving Liam a sidelong glance, "I thought I made that pretty clear with the whole 'getting distracted' part."
Blake smirked as Liam's cheeks somehow became even redder.
"Well, yeah," he said once he recovered, "but, in class?"
Blake averted her eyes, knowing she would give too much away, but shrugged, "I just like it. Part of it is the actual feeling of it, and the other part is just the kinky part, I guess--that no one knows I have it in."
After a few moments of silence from Liam, Blake dared a glance in his direction and found his eyes blank as he looked somewhere far off, thinking.
Panic surged in Blake, and for a moment, she worried she'd gone too far. She knew that some people would find an admission like that offensive at the least.
"Do you do that often?"
Blake blinked at the question, glancing back over at Liam. He seemed to have completely forgotten about the lecture. Those intense eyes were on her again. Desire filled them, but there was also something Blake couldn't place.
Blake swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, "Define often."
"How many times have you...worn one...when we were talking or hanging out?"
Blake bit her lip for a moment. She wanted to shrink back into her chair and die. She didn't know why. Her habit had never embarrassed her before, though only Chloe and Marie had kind-of known about it, and even they didn't know exactly how much she wore plugs. The thought of admitting it...
