"Here she comes boys," he shouted, waggling his eyebrows at me as I walked through the classroom door. My eyes focused on him, I watched while he watch me saunter the ten feet to where he stood with his jock friends.
"Jared Casey, you are so full of shit."
His grin widened, "I knew you were hot for me, babe. Come on, Adia, let's ditch this class and find a quiet room to do studying up on our biology?"
"Christ, could you be anymore lame?" Students for our American History were now filing into the auditorium-like classroom in droves, each watching the insults fly with unsuppressed glee.
"You're such a bitch."
"Fuck you."
"Anytime, Adia." His eyes were flashing with a feral light. Suddenly, I felt a slight twist of panic, accompanied by a bright spark of unexpected lust.
Pretending indifference, I swept pass him, heading up to the last row of tiny built-in desks, where I usually sat. With deliberate nonchalance, I pulled my textbook from by bag, and let the pages fall open somewhere near the middle. Rereading the same sentence four times, I tried to ignore Jared as he trudged up the steps, past where he and his cronies usually sat, to the last row.
At least he thinks I'm ignoring him, I thought to myself.
He was standing now in the aisle beside my seat, silently contemplating me. "Excuse me," he said, graciousness dripping like saccharine sarcasm from each syllable. I thought about ignoring him, but I knew that he would take greater pleasure in forcing his way by me. Without looking up at him, I slid my legs aside, allowing him passage.
I could feel his eyes on me as he moved slowly by, and as I began to shift my legs back, I started when I felt his hand gently caress my thigh. I let out a cat-like hiss, and he merely chuckled.
Just then, the teacher breezed in, dropping books on the table with such thunderous bangs and crashes that would make a librarian faint. Happy for the distraction, I sat up a little straighter in my chair, pen and notebook at the ready. Never usually this diligent, I determinedly ignored Jared's raised eyebrow.
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Damn, if that girl wasn't something that stepped right out of a horny frat boy's wet dream; walking in with that sweet little black skirt, and her silk, black tank top that showed off a glint of her bellybutton ring. Combined with those clunky, knee-high boots, and short cap of black hair that curled around her dark green eyes - Jared couldn't help but razz her. It was that, or fuck her until she was screaming, right there on the teacher's table.
Jared opted for the lesser of two evils. Besides, he loved watching her emerald eyes spit fire at him.
He had wanted to run his tongue up and down her body from the moment she walked in their History class, two months ago. He had settled, instead, for flinging insults and barely concealed innuendos. But he couldn't take it anymore.
Now, watching her as she feigned being studious, he couldn't help but think about how cute she looked: eyes focused on the teacher, pen at the ready, her back as stiff as his cock. This was going to be a long fifty-six minutes.
Finally, the teacher's voice penetrated through his lust haze when he heard: " Last of the Mohicans"
"We will be watching the movie for the next two days. No notes are necessary, as I'll be spending this time grading your essays. But pay attention! If I'm nice, I may give you an extra credit question about the movie during your next exam." With that, the professor pushed play on the DVD machine, and switched off the lights.
Jared really did try to concentrate on the movie. It should have been easy; he loved this movie. But Adia's subtle scent was wrapping its way around his brain, clogging it of anything not related to her.
Sitting not two inches away from her, he could the heat of her body next to his. Despite the loud whooping coming from the speakers suspended directly behind them, Jared could hear each breath Adia took. He could see the gleam of her white legs teasing him in the darkness, begging him to touch. It was torturous.
It was, he suddenly realized, the perfect moment. He glanced around the half full classroom, noting that most everyone was now seated closer to the front in anticipation of the watching movie. Sitting at the back of the classroom, they were shrouded in a gloom that protected them from the teacher's wandering eyes.
Slowly, never taking his eyes from the movie, Jared slipped his hand back on Adia's satin smooth thigh. His heart skipped a beat at her quick intake of breath, then began galloping in overtime when she didn't remove his hand.
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His hand was sliding up my thigh, inching along, achingly slow, until he hit the hem of my skirt. It fleetingly crossed my mind that perhaps wearing the mini skirt wasn't the smartest thing I had done today, but then the thought was wiped from my mind as his fingers continued on his quest upward. Already, a tingling had begun in the pit of my stomach, and was steadily growing into a small flame of desire.
I held my breath as Jared's hand slid down between my thighs. Without warning, his clever fingers slipped pass the barrier of my panties. My small flame burst into a smoldering fire, as he caressed my carefully shaved and trimmed thatch of dark, curly hair.
Jared seemed so detached, watching the movie with, what seemed to be, his complete attention. But I knew differently. Those clever fingers of his were working on my clit; expertly rubbing and fondling it. My breath was coming now in quick gasps, my vision of the now forgotten movie blurring as my eyelids drooped.
Then, they popped back open as Jared pushed a finger into me, then a second. They slid in with ease, lubricated by the wet heat that pulsed just for him.
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She is so fucking wet! Jared marveled, as he stroked her. He was burning for Adia. All he wanted to do was bury his face in between those sweet thighs, and suck and lap at her. But he couldn't. Not here.
Instead, he imagined that he was tonguing that sweet clit, as he worked it between his fingers. He dipped into her moist well, and nearly groaned at how ready she was for him. How hot she was. He penetrated her as deep as his two fingers could go, and could feel her straining against his hand, begging for more. Her hips were slightly lifted off the seat, pulsating in a rhythm his body begged for.
When he began to pull away, intending on paying a bit more attention to that lovely little nub that made her gasp so sweetly, Adia's hand grabbed his and held it still and she grinded herself against his palm. While he was distracted with her, she had made quick work on his zipper. While one hand worked herself into a silent frenzy, the other delved into his pants. Unhesitating, she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it.
Jared was momentarily stunned by her sudden abandon, and then was thrilled. When he finally got her alone, she would be untamed and wanton. Crazy with passion, and beautifully shameless. When he saw the sharp gleam in her eye, he knew she would be a lot wicked, and slightly debauched.
He could see her, in his mind, crawling naked on the floor towards him, her breasts swaying gently with each movement. Adia would take his dick and suck it, pulling him deep into the warmth of her throat. She would tongue the tip of him, teasing him with scarcely a touch of her, before plunging faster and faster. Her hands, he could almost feel, would cradle his balls, massage them with sweet tenderness. Then she would suck them; the heat of her mouth, the wetness of Adia's tongue driving him...
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I sensed his impending orgasm, and abruptly stopped touching him. I pulled my hands from his pants, and pushed his hands away from me. My body was humming, the sensations pent up inside, violent to be free. But I ruthlessly controlled it, wanting a more secluded spot to scream while I was ripped apart by the intensity of my desire.
Like a man drugged, Jared looked at me from silted eyes, demanding an answer for stopping. Instead, I smiled a slow sensuous smile, and ran my tongue lightly over my lips, his eyes following every movement.
"I think I'm going to get some fresh air," I whispered. At that, I stood, collected my belongings, and left class.
I love college.
Knowing he would quickly follow, I racked my brain for a place where we could finish what we started. My apartment was just too far away, and my car too small for what I had in mind.
As he burst from the double doors, Jared cast his eyes about wildly before locating me at the end of the hall. Stalked by a bloodthirsty hunter, I slipped into a deserted media room, and he quickly followed.
The door closed with an ominous click. We eyed each other warily for a moment, then launched into each other's arms. Our mouths fused, and our tongues battled; slipping dexterously around nipping teeth. His impatient hands pushed down the top of my tank and bra, baring a large perky breast for our mutual pleasure.
He twisted my nipple between those lovely, clever fingers; pinching and rubbing until I was hot for the feel of his mouth on me. I push him back against a wall, attacked his mouth briefly before pulling his head down to my breast. I sighed as his lips closed over my nipple, moaned as he began to lick it with the tip of his tongue, then cried out in dark delight as he bit down on it.
"Oh god! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I chanted it over and over, until he replied in a low growl, "Soon."
A thrill raced through my body. He would fuck me. Hard and fast. But first...
