He did his best to ignore us

It looked like she might cry, if it weren’t for the fingers I pressed into her panties, feeling her pussy through them. She was warm down there, despite the betrayal she just suffered making her blood run cold. Her own fiancé just threw her to a very hungry wolf. I can’t imagine the anger she felt toward the one person whom she thought she could trust the most.

Her hand feebly tried to pull mine away from her crotch, but she had already given up. She just didn’t realize it yet. Her body was already submitting to my touch, and while she didn’t make a sound, her eyes looked to mine with a **** plea. But if it was a plea to keep going, to take what I wanted, right here at the table, or a plea to please, please stop, I’ll never know.

I reached out with my left hand and wiped a single tear that had streamed down her cheek. A tear of loss. Of lost trust, forever changing their relationship, whether I stuck around or not. It was something he could never take back. Something she could never forget. The conflicting emotions she felt must have been terrifying. Her man. Her protector. The man who would one day promise to love and keep her, would one day promise to cherish her for as long as they both shall live before God and family and friends, sat in the next room and hid inside some video game. Was that what love was? Leaving her to the mercy of her 18 year old student with his raging hormones and perverted desires?

Apparently he saw no problem with it, or couldn’t summon the courage to intervene. He should have kicked me out of his house a long time ago. Yet here I sit.

A soft whimper escaped her throat when my fingers dug into her folds through her panties. She closed her legs, her fingernails digging into my forearm as she half-heartedly tried to pull my hand out of her warm crotch. I took it as permission to try harder. Take me. Make me. Teach him a lesson. Make him regret it. Bastard. Coward.

I leaned in and kissed her cheek, tasting the salty remnants of her tear. I know, Miss Laura. I know. I’ll make it better. I slid my hand out of her shorts and touched her left cheek, turning her face to mine. She looked me in the eyes, and she lightly shook her head. I stared right back into them as her eyes even now seemed to apologize for him. Her pupils were wide open, and her watery eyes looked as if they would start spilling out tears at any second.

I softly pressed my lips to hers and she inhaled sharply and closed them, but let me. My hand caressed her cheek as I kissed her, letting her know that I was here, even if he chose not to be. I didn’t even bother to look back at him, because I knew the kind of person he was. Now, for sure. Unforgivable.

She let out a deep breath through her nose, tears finally falling as her lips kissed me back. I slowly slid my hand down to her chest and softly cupped her left breast through her hoodie. She inhaled sharply, and tensed up, but she didn’t stop kissing me. She was letting go. Allowing it, however reluctantly. Despite the fact that he was just in the next room, we were alone.

I slid my hand under her hoodie, slipping my fingers under her bra to touch the smooth skin of her breast, sighing lightly into her mouth, my boldness overriding the strange presence of him on the couch. It was strange. Definitely a new experience for me. I mean, I’d felt a girl up at a party once when other people were around. But this was so much more intimate. Dangerous. Taboo.

My dick flexed inside my jeans and I closed my eyes when I felt her nipple on the palm of my hand. Already stiff. Oh God, Laura, I feel it too. I squeezed it as I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and she hesitated only for a moment, either too angry at him to give a shit, or too turned on by the possibility of forbidden pleasure that she let me, letting out a quiet breath through her nose as her tongue touched mine.

Our kiss quickly became more passionate, yet stayed quiet. We were both well aware of him. Luck was one thing, but I didn’t want to tempt fate and risk him hearing us. She suddenly broke the kiss, as if having second thoughts, the gravity of the moment pulling down on her in a moment of panic. No. She couldn’t do this. Her eyes searched the back of his head, suddenly pleading with him as they darted to my eyes and then back to him.

Too late, Miss Laura. I know you. And now I know him. You really shouldn’t have missed me back. I twisted her nipple between my fingers as I lightly pinched, reminding her how I could make her feel, and she quietly winced, her eyebrows wrinkling as she stared into my eyes.

“I want you so fucking bad,” I whispered, my voice husky. Lustful. She closed her eyes tight for a second, he mouth contorting as she struggled with her emotions. With what she felt. Her hand shot up to mine and grabbed onto it through her hoodie, her mouth open as she held her breath when I pinched her nipple again.

“I wanna fuck you, Laura,” I said, my whispered voice blunt as I declared my intentions. “Right here.” Her eyebrows strained up as her eyes widened. She let out a sharp, hot breath, quickly shaking her head. Her hand gripped tighter against mine, but she wasn’t trying to pull it away. I roughly kissed her, sticking my tongue into her mouth. Her eyes closed and she licked my tongue, then pulled away again and turned her head.

“I can’t,” she whispered urgently. “I can’t.” I knew she wouldn’t let me. As much as she wanted to, I knew she couldn’t. Years of holding onto that promise to God, that promise to herself, had been ingrained so deep inside her. Deeper than I would have been if d gotten my cock inside her. My hunger for it was overwhelming.

I groaned in frustration and she sighed along with me, lowering her head as my left hand weaved through the back of her hair. God fucking damn it. The denial I felt was crushing, but on some level I understood. Fine. Fuck. I glanced at the back of soy boy’s head and cursed him. Would he leave if I told him to? I grit my teeth and leaned my cheek against her head, my fingers sliding off her breast and back down to her stomach.

She grabbed my wrist suddenly, then loosened her grip. I heard her sigh deeply, as if struggling to breathe. And then she moved my hand. Down. Down. Down. She was so timid, it made my cock flex so strongly inside my jeans that a surge of precum rose up my shaft. Jesus Christ, what was she doing to me? How could such a subtle act turn me on so much? She whimpered, as if struggling with her own actions, yet when she slid my hand down to the crotch of her shorts she sighed. Deeply. With a hunger. A yearning.

I don’t know if this was her getting back at him. In the heat of the moment, an act of defiance to all she’d ever known. Ever believed. But I welcomed it. With a deep sigh of my own, I welcomed it.

I pressed my fingers against the warm crotch of her shorts, emboldened by her putting my hand there. She squirmed and tilted her head back, as if she’d been waiting years for me to touch her again. Letting herself enjoy this. Abandoned by her fiancé, showing her his true colors. All it took was a little push, and he tucked his tail between his legs and chose a video game over protecting her virtue.

I grit my teeth and quickly slid my hand up, teasing her pussy as I pressed against her, then I slipped my fingers inside her shorts and panties and roughly pushed down until my fingers touched her bare lips. Already warm for me. Already wet for me.

She inhaled quietly, her eyes wide as she stared at the ceiling, unable to look at me. This was a moment of ****, and I knew it. She must have been so angry. Felt so betrayed. Yet there he sat, pretending everything was fine as pretend characters ran around and shot each other and did silly little dances mocking those they had just killed on-screen. You coward. You failure. You allowed this to happen. When she needed you the most, you gave up. Gave her up. You deserve this.

“Put them inside,” she whispered urgently, as if she wanted it quickly, before she changed her mind. Her hand was on the outside of her shorts, on top of my hand, almost pulling it against her. I allowed her to make this one demand, my selfish ego keeping itself in check as the amused, cock-stirring arousal I felt made me forgive how forward she was. It wasn’t like her, but it made me sneer and give her what she wanted.

I reached down and slipped my index and middle fingers inside her as she opened her legs, her hot breath loud as she felt them penetrate her. She was making it up to me, after her previous denial. The next best thing, she must have thought. Not quite, Miss Laura. But all in good time.

She lowered her head and finally looked at me again, list in her terrified eyes. The situation was absurd. Like something out of a porno. I pulled my fingers back and slid them from her shorts, quickly sucking on them to lubricate them and to taste her. So fucking sweet. Like candy. I quickly slid my hand back inside her panties and kissed her as my fingers penetrated her again. She closed her eyes at the slick sensation of my fingers now rhythmically pumping in and out of her, too tense to kiss me back, but submissive enough to let me lick and suck on her lips, and tongue.

Fuck yes.

I broke the kiss and held her head against mine, my mouth against her neck, close to her ear.

“You’re so wet for me, Laura,” I said, unable to stop smiling. She huffed out a breath, my words teasing her in the best way. Like she loved. “Does that feel good?” She hummed quickly, her eyes closed to ignore her useless fiancé not 15 feet from us in the next room, to concentrate on the pleasure my fingers pumped into her, already panting in and out through her nose.

“I love your fucking pussy, Laura,” I whispered into her ear, my words like honey, her arousal building by the second. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” She inhaled sharply at that last one, then softly moaned, an hot breath oozing from her open mouth, and I knew she felt the same. She just couldn’t.

Not yet.

But knowing that she wanted it was enough for me.

For now, at least.