I’m guessing so

When I stepped through the doorway she was already watching. Like she’s been waiting for me to walk in. I knew that look. I’d seen it before. I liked it then, and I like it now. My eyes lit up when I saw her, then quickly darted down to her left hip as she sat there.

Gray leggings.

I cleared my throat to mask the groan that involuntarily escaped my throat and slowly looked back up into her eyes, my lips parted as I took her in. She quickly looked down at her desk, her face pink as if suddenly embarrassed. She closed her eyes for a moment or two, but I didn’t know if she’d even heard the noise I made, let alone how it made her feel. From the looks of it, at least mildly uncomfortable. As if reading my thoughts, she made a face. Like she’d just tasted something gross. Or remembered something…unpleasant. I smirked, and took my seat.

Class began and she seemed a bit more timid today. Her voice was quiet. Subdued. Somewhat distant compared to previous classes.

In all honesty, it was a turn-on. Her shy way of being. I loved it when girls were like that. So fucking feminine. I could understand, though. I bet she never thought she’d be in this…predicament? Is that the right word? I suppose so. For her. She had a fiancé, a career, a Christian set of morals. Well…she did. It must have been so shameful to her, what she’d been doing. Well, **** to do. I’ll admit that. She never would have, had I not...persisted. Yeah. That’s a nice word for it.

There was nothing embarrassing about it to me, though. I was having the time of my life these last couple of weeks. I knew she probably enjoyed it, at least physically, even if she’d never admit to that. I’d learned at least that much about her body. Mentally though? Who the fuck knows. And considering I’d been getting to do just about anything I wanted, who the fuck cares? She had to want it on some level, even if that meant living in denial to make herself feel better about it, or just to cope.

I watched her as she did her best to teach today’s lesson, my eyes drinking that body up. She wore what looked like the same gray hoodie that she wore on Saturday, when I…well, you already know. Her hair was up in a messy bun, like she didn’t even try this morning. But I knew she did. She was that kind of girl. She did go out of her way to wear those leggings like I suggested. I imagined my hand gripping that hair and grit my teeth. My legs slowly opened and closed as I patiently waited for the sweet sound of the bell signifying the end of class. It would be awhile, but at least I got to watch her in motion.

My eyes were suddenly drawn to her hands as she talked. Some people did that, to make the thoughts come out easier as they spoke. I noticed the engagement ring on her left ring finger and smirked, wondering if she’d seen all of my texts last night. Especially that one. Did she use that hand? Those fingers. Mmm. Wonder if they still smelled like her.

She seemed a little off today, though. I could hear it in her voice. See it in the way she slouched when she stood there. Maybe it was all getting to her. I’d imagine it was a bit of a struggle. Hard to swallow. My eyes narrowed as they locked onto her mouth when she spoke to the class. I’d have to get her back on track. Make her feel better.

When she finally looked at me, she seemed **** to. She quickly looked away, momentarily flustered when she saw me watching her, but after that, she seemed unable to stop herself from glancing at me again. Maybe to see if I was still watching. Admiring. Wondering if I approved of her outfit. I couldn’t help but wonder about those texts, and if she’d seen them all. Taken all my suggestions.

When the bell rang she jumped little, looking around nervously as the chaos of the end of the day began. With alert, uneasy eyes she silently implored each of them to stay. Please, don’t leave me alone with him. I can’t trust myself around him. That was what i imagined she was thinking, anyway. But I seemed to be the only one who noticed. I watched her as I slowly got up and slid my arm through the strap of my backpack, the warm, pleasant bulge inside my jeans asking so nicely to come out and play.

Such a difference in her body language when there was a class full of people to give her peace of mind. Sorry, Miss Laura. Class is over, and the game is on.

I joined the group leaving the classroom and looked back at her. She watched me as if against her will, her eyebrows wrinkled with worry like she could keep herself from looking to me for some kind of direction. Her jaw was clenched and she looked almost nauseous. I playfully nodded my head up and to the side with a smile, indicating she should follow. It was obvious where I wanted her to go. It was the same tactic I’d already used on her, but maybe this time she’d actually follow me.

I sure hope she will.

I can’t wait to get my hands on her.