Mind games, I guess

I stood and waited, the recess of the unused janitor’s closet hiding me from anyone who happed to come down this equally unused hallway.

The exit door stood a few feet away to my right. The same exit door I waited just outside for her last week, that holds the small courtyard. The courtyard which leads to the old, small parking lot. I looked at the exit door as if I could see through it, remembering that day. When we were in her car. I closed my eyes and wished I was outside smoking.

A few minutes turned into several, and I wondered if she’d parked somewhere else. If she did, she would have no need to leave this way. I pursed my lips and chewed at the skin inside my cheek. A feeling of a missed opportunity began to creep into my stomach. Butterflies, but not the good kind. Damn. I should’ve stayed in class.

But the more days I stayed behind, as fucking stupid as some of my classmates were, someone was bound to put 2 and 2 together. I couldn’t keep staying behind and risk being caught by some busybody.

That, and I wanted her to wonder. To be confused. Maybe even disappointed. To be happy I left, but at the same time, maybe miss it a little. The ‘special’ attention.

I was about to give up when I tilted my head, and listened. I subtly smiled, my heart beginning to beat harder, as the faint squeaking sound of her little white sneakers on the hallway floor quietly echoed through the deserted section of the school. Deserted, except for me. And her.

Her footsteps were close together, casual but quick. I could barely contain my smile as the squeaking got louder. Closer. I leaned my back against the wall of the smooth brick recess that hid the janitor’s door, and tilted my head down in time to see her walk past. A moment later the scent of her perfume and a pleasant shampoo followed her like a comet’s tail, wafting into my nose. Maybe it was just the way she smelled. I inhaled and smiled.

“Leaving so soon?” I quietly asked, and she let out a light gasp of surprise and quickly spun around. I smirked at how startled she looked, even as she tried not to look startled. I knew her heart was beating fast. Mine was too. The only difference was, I knew how to keep my cool. Her nerves were evident as her wide, alert eyes darted from me to the distant end of the hallway she just came down.

“I thought you…” she timidly began, her eyes suddenly cast down to the floor, her soft voice unsure of itself as it trailed off. She quietly cleared her throat and took a deep breath in, letting it out less steady than she’d meant to. If the breath was meant to calm and settle her nerves, it failed. I smiled. She simply stood there, as if waiting for instructions, or out of politeness. I didn’t know for sure which it was, but my confidence and amused arousal were through the roof.

“I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye,” I said as I smiled at her. I shifted against the wall and she quickly looked up, her eyes alert again as she watched me. She looked back down the hallway and seemed to suddenly regret parking where she parked this morning.

“Come here,” I said playfully, my eyes on her chest. I loved her small tits. Loved them. I couldn’t wait to see them. In a different setting, of course. I couldn’t just have her flash me in the school hallway. Not yet, anyway. I sharply exhaled through my nose at the thought, and focused my eyes back on hers.

She subtly swayed in place, rooted where she stood as she nervously nibbled at her bottom lip. Her left leg bent slightly inward, and her right thumb picked unconsciously at the strap of her purse on her shoulder. Her eyes held a hundred different emotions. This is what I lived for. This feeling. That ‘oh, I don’t know if I can do that’ vibe she innocently gave. It was effortless for her. She was a fucking natural at making me feel it. Through no conscious actions of her own, her shy, nervous sensibilities reached deep inside me and fondled whatever they fondled. It felt fucking amazing, and I felt that tingle that people who watch ASMR videos claim to feel from those quiet, specific noises that numb their brain in the most pleasant of ways. I blinked slowly and enjoyed the sensation.

“Come over here,” I calmly said again, almost chuckling as if I were tickled. I let out a quiet, long breath when she didn’t move, and felt my cock flex inside my jeans. Okay. I like it better this way, anyway. I think you do, too.

I leaned off the wall and walked over to her. Her eyes widened, alert as I approached and put my right hand on the back of her neck. She blinked as she flinched but my hand was gentle. Her shoulders tensed and raised when my fingers gripped the back of her neck, and I pulled her back to my little hiding spot, pushing her against the wall that jutted out to give the janitor’s door a little private entryway of its own.

My left hand cupped her right breast through her hoodie and she made an uneasy noise. I grit my teeth as her body squirmed against my uninvited touch. My right hand slid down her back and roughly cupped her left ass cheek. She quietly moaned her shocked, panicked discomfort and tried to squirm out of my grip, her eyes shut tight as she put her head down. Giving up and fighting at the same time.

Her almost silent noises of frustration made me grit my teeth, strengthening the grip and boldness of my hands.

She threw her head back, overwhelmed by her emotions as she turned her head to the left and looked at the ceiling, her eyes filled with an odd confusion as she pleaded with the ceiling to give her an answer to the question she silently begged. Her chin lowered and then stuck out and up as her head went back again, her hot breath shuddering as she tried with all her might to keep it quiet.

I let go of her breast and quickly slid my middle and index fingers down into her crotch, rubbing her pussy through her leggings. She her eyes opened wide in shock and she gasped. Her hands shot down to mine as she bent forward to protect herself. My right hand slid to the middle of her ass and pressed into the heavenly warmth between her cheeks and both hands worked in tandem, rubbing her pussy and her asshole through her thin leggings.

She inhaled sharply and winced, holding her breath as the shockingly unwelcome but no doubt pleasant feeling of my fingers teaming up on her most private of areas made her body react. She squirmed as her legs bent and wiggled, only opening her up to be molested further. The warmth on my fingers made me exhale loudly as they urged me to keep going.

She pressed her ass against the wall, in a ****, frantic attempt to **** my right hand away, but it only pressed them deeper into that heavenly crevice between her perfect cheeks. I groaned as my fingers dug into her, the only thing keeping my fingers from her tight asshole was the thin gray fabric of her leggings.

I quickly pulled my left hand up and then slid it down inside the front of her leggings and her panties, immediately finding her bare pussy. She exhaled finally, a loud breathy moan that escaped her throat for barely a moment. She clenched her ass cheeks involuntarily as she tried to pull and scratch at my forearm with her slender fingers, frantically trying to escape the unwanted violation.

When her ass moved away from the wall I slid my right hand down inside the back of her leggings, inside her panties. She gasped loudly and moaned uneasily when the tip of my middle finger pressed against her asshole, a polar opposite to the growling groan I made.

She threw her head back and stared at me with pleading ****, her eyes wild with panic, her eyebrows wrinkled with worry.

I quickly leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, passionately kissing lips that didn’t want to be kissed. Not here. Not now. Not like this. She bit my lip and I grunted, pulling away. She looked at me with wide, fearful eyes. Eyes that worried there would be consequences for biting me. But I was too turned-on for that. Too excited. I exhaled loudly and kissed her again, my fingers pressing into her, firmly yet gently fondling her pussy and asshole.

Her left hand kept clawing at my forearm and wrist while her right came up to push against my chest. The stifled sounds of our struggle would have drawn attention had anyone bothered to come down this hallway, but we were alone.

I groaned when the tip of my right middle finger pressed into her asshole, and she squeaked a sharp whimper into my mouth. I pushed my left hand further down and she froze when my finger penetrated her pussy, which was slick with her juices despite her best efforts to act otherwise.

“Mmmmphh,” I moaned into her mouth, the feeling of her soft, warm pussy inviting my finger inside. Her asshole was a little more leery. Tight, warm, and puckering against my fingertip. She started panting and I picked up the pace, smoothly pumping my finger in and out of her pussy as her juices started to flow. I could smell her. How turned-on she was. The **** submissive.

I pulled my right hand out of the back of her leggings and she let out a loud sigh of relief. I smiled inside and brought the finger to my lips and sucked at it, coating it with warm saliva before I slid it back down inside her panties. When my fingertip touched her asshole it immediately went in further than it was a moment ago, lubricated enough to slide inside.

“Mmmphhh!” she moaned as her sphincter snuggly hugged my fingertip, not quite past my fingernail. Her lips parted to let out a breath and my tongue snaked its way inside her mouth. “Hhmmmnnn,” she moaned as I held my finger there, continuing to lump the finger of my other hand in and out of her pussy. Her asshole puckered around my fingertip as her body relaxed from my frontal ****, and she deeply exhaled through as if sighing, feeling the pleasure start to build. The initial waves start lapping at her. Gently teasing what was to come.

“Hnnnn!” She moaned again, high-pitched and nervous, still fighting against what her body desperately wanted to feel. Needed to feel.

I broke the kiss and she stayed there, frozen. Her eyes locked onto mine as I had my way with her. Fingering her pussy with my one hand, and a finger up her ass with the other, gently threatening penetration into her most intimate, naughty and sinful of entrances. Her eyes were wide open and alert, her eyebrows wrinkled up with utter shock and worry, her mouth open, lips still glistening with the saliva from my kiss. Her pupils were wide open, everything she saw permanently etching itself into them.

Her shoulders finally slumped and she exhaled loudly. Deeply. A shuddering breath and made her body limp. Her back intuitively arched at the pleasure my finger was giving her pussy, and in a smooth push my right middle finger entered her asshole.

“HhhUHHHhhh,” she moaned, unable to control the volume or pitch of her voice. Her eyes and face looked pained, straining and contorting as pleasure previously unknown to her introduced itself. While my left finger pumped in and out of her pussy quickly, my right gently glided out of her asshole as it snuggly gripped my saliva-coated digit. I slowly pushed it back in and got into a slow, teasing rhythm as I fingered her ass. Not rough, not fast, just enough to add that extra ‘fuck yes’ to the attention I was giving her pussy.

My cock was a steel rod inside my jeans. I felt several dots of precum smearing all over the inside of my boxer briefs, desperately trying to lubricate what wasn’t there.

I stared down at her, mouth open as I breathed hot and heavy. My hands like machines as they pleased her. One fast. One slow. Both driven. Unyielding. She stared right back up into my eyes, unable to reconcile the feelings she felt with the feelings she felt. Her mouth was open as she quietly panted, her eyebrows doing a subtle dance above eyes that couldn’t look away as she tried not to like it.

I nodded slowly, giving her permission to do what she would never ask.

Let go.

I leaned down and licked my tongue against her upper lip. She stayed frozen in that mask of almost pained pleasure. I wasn’t hurting her. Far from it. I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her. She lazily reacted, accepting my kiss reluctantly when I wouldn’t stop. When I finally felt her tongue slip into my mouth I sighed, opening my mouth wide to stick my tongue deep into hers.

My dick was flexing, straining against the inside of my jeans, trying to tear through them. I hummed in bliss as I fucked her with both hands and tasted her with my tongue. I pulled away from her suckling lips and looked her in the eyes, from one to the other. “You feel so good,” I said as my fingers continued sliding in and out of her. She let out a long breath and small noise that I knew she didn’t mean to. It was as if she was asking, ‘really?’ I felt her hand on top of mine on the outside of her leggings, just resting there while I showed her the way. Her other hand had long since stopped its frantic clawing, instead settling into a slow, stroking of my forearm, her fingers lightly gliding up and down my skin, then gently clasping around my arm.

“So fucking good,” I repeated, lost in what I was doing and feeling. She hummed again, and I knew. I grit my teeth and risked pushing my finger just a little bit further into her ass as I slowly pumped it. She responded with a huff, long and loud.

“Ffwwwwwww,” she blew out, her cheeks blushing pink. She inhaled again and was panting now, mouth open as she stared into my unwavering eyes.

“Ohh yeah,” I encouraged her gently, turned-on by how turned-on she was. I bit my lower lip and dug my left middle finger in deep, then curled my index finger up and into her, two fingers now inside her pussy. She inhaled a gasp at the added girth and let out a soft coo, her body letting us both know she was close.

“Uhhngh,” she quickly moaned, her voice rising in pitch with each short burst of sound. “Uhhngh. UHHngh!”

I pressed my lips to hers and stuck my tongue deep into her mouth. She immediately accepted it and kissed me back, her lips and tongue equal to my own with urgency and desperation.

“Mmmmphh,” she deeply moaned into my mouth as she started to cum. “Mmmmphh.” I suckled and licked her tongue and lips, holding my finger in her asshole while my two fingers pumped deeply in and out of her wet pussy. Her asshole puckered again and again around my finger as she came, and her moans came out long and euphoric, muffled by our sucking lips and licking tongues. Her hand was still on top of mine over her leggings, and it felt as if she were helping me get her off.

I slid my finger out of her ass and she sharply moaned at the sensation of it pulling out. Then I simply kept gently prodding it, teasing it without sliding it in as my curled fingers dragged her orgasm out of her pussy. I moaned in appreciation and a certain satisfaction of having made her cum again. Here, of all places.

She broke the kiss and her body finally slumped, with it coming panting hot breaths of pleasured release. Those after breaths that signified the sweet ecstasy that just occurred. I rested my lips on top of her head as she came down from her high, and I smiled as she tensed up and squeezed my hand, her legs closing from the sudden sensitivity.

I pulled my hand out of her panties and slid it up her neck. Suddenly ticklish, she raised her shoulder to avoid my hand and the kiss I attempted to give her. So I settled on the side of her neck, softly kissing her sweet skin. Still ticklish, she quickly turned her chin into my left cheek and pushed me away as if to say ‘okay, that’s enough.’

I took the hint and pulled away, rubbing my cheek where her chin pressed into it. I licked at the inside of my cheek and smiled at a job well done. Well, not a job. What’s that saying? If you find something you love, you’ll never work a day in your life? Mmm. So nice.

I let out a breath and she did too, but she was suddenly shy again. Embarrassed. Her eyes cast back down to the floor, and I smirked. She was beyond cute. God damn. In her pussy and her ass. My fingers could still feel the ghosts of how her body gripped them. How she came around them. Puckered and squeezed. Soft and wet. Tight and warm.

I looked down at her tight little body, at her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

“Oh shit,” I said, my voice suddenly serious as I peered around the corner of our secret place. Her eyes shot up to mine and went wide. She quickly turned to peer around the corner, hands on the wall as she peeped, panicked. “Bye,” I said next to her ear with a smile, then smacked her left ass cheek with my hand as I walked past her. She yelped and put her hands on her ass to protect herself, but I was already stepping into the empty hallway to walk away.

I turned and walked backwards a few steps as she came out from our hiding spot, her face contorted as she rubbed her ass, and the mild sting my spank caused.

“Thanks for coming,” I said with a smile, the double meaning, obvious. “Next time, I’m using my tongue,” I said confidently, then made a kissy face at her before I turned around and walked away, casually smelling my fingers as I did.