"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.
