"Excuse me, Mr. Calan, Ian Calan. I do believe you have an overdue book. Do you have it with you?" I ask, looking up over my wire-rimmed glasses, to the boy in the middle of a pack of sophomores.
"Oiy, I have it, just not on me. Can I get an extension or something?" Ian replies, walking over to the desk and away from his whistling, obnoxious mates.
I blush slightly. Ian is cute and when he speaks, he just captures my attention.
"Yes, I just need you to swipe your card and I can take off the fine manually," I reply.
"Anything for you, Miss," Ian replies quietly as he leans on the wooden counter closer to me.
I do not see him swipe his card, making the computer chirp behind me. "OH," I gasp, surprised and blushing. "It seems your card is demagnetized. I can help you, but you will have to come with me into the back," I say, looking down at the wooden counter top to avoid making eye contact.
"Yes, Miss, um miss, what did you say your name was?" he asks, walking right behind the desk and joining me at the door to the back offices.
Oh god, he was doing something. He was so charming, so attentive and engaging. Was I so lonely that he could play me so easily? Did he know I was completely falling for it? I was just blushing and breathing faster. He was right next to me, following me into the empty offices. If I fell, he could have caught me. I was so lightheaded; something about him was driving my body mad. His scent, a mixture of a morning application of Old Spice, an active teen, and beer breath was more than I could handle. I walked with him closely behind until we reached the magnetizing machine. I stopped short just in front of it and he almost walked into me. I turned around quickly as he slipped his arm behind my back. I was facing him.
"And your name? I want to know what name to whisper in your ear as I make you cum for me," he said, making me shiver.
"My name is Jessica," I said as I gasped in, almost swallowing my words.
"Mmm, Miss Jessica, I sure like the way that sounds," Ian says as he pulls my fast towards him. I can feel his hard stomach and the bulge of his pants against me.
"But," I try to say... "here," I just say through a roughly pressed, beer-flavored kiss. I can barely stand up at how powerful his is over me. I just want him, I just want so much more of him. I am unable to control myself and throw my arms around his incredible chiseled waist. His body is so hard and scent is so powerful, I was helpless.
I felt him grinding into my small waist, his cock was swelling in his pants and I liked how hard he was pinning me against the slide-copying machine. His other hand was massaging my breast through my shirt while his hips had me pinned tight. With both hands now, he rubs and presses at my pink-tipped breasts. As if he could read my mind, he starts unbuttoning my blouse, pulling it off of my shoulders along with my nude camisole top.
"Oh yes," I murmur within a sea of needy kisses and tightly pinned bodies.
"Yes, Jessica, I want you to beg me," Ian says before kissing and suckling my bottom lip into his mouth.
He is so forward, so confident. How is he doing this to me? I am twice his age, but I can't say no to how he is making my body feel.
"Ahhhh, yes," I groan as his mouth cups my soft nipple and flicker it with his tongue. He bobs and presses my round globes, the amazing sensation sending shocks of electricity through my body, as my sensitive nipples become long and hard.
"You like that, Miss Jessica?" he breaks to ask. "Tell me how much you like it."
"Oh yes, I like that very much, very much, Ian, " I squeak out as his teeth tug on my protruding red tips. I feel my legs shaking under me as he reaches down and hoists me up onto the machine.
