Try to focus

I tried my best to distract myself. I organized my desk and worked on some papers very, very half-assedly, but all I could really manage to do was reminisce about Alice. That girl was so enthralling… I just couldn’t stop thinking about her, which means I barely got any work done. I was daydreaming heavily, completely unaware of my surroundings, when I heard a knock on my door.

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" – I panic, rushing through the room trying to gather all my clothes and put them on before anyone gets suspicious. – "Just a sec!" – Treading lightly, I put on my pants, button my shirt and, despite the rush, manage to squeeze my shoes in. With no time to spare, I can’t even check how I looked in the mirror, so I just pray it's just a lost student and not Mr. Cartwright wanting to talk budget again. “Calmly”, I open the door, pretending to be reading a booklet I grabbed off my desk.

"Yes? How may I be of…"

"Hey!" – That voice. I could’ve recognized that voice anywhere. - Alice. Thank god.

"Alice?"

"Hey, Mr. Archer! It’s me… again!"

"What are you doing here again so soon? I thought you had class…"

"I did, but…" - She pauses. - "Is someone else in there?" – She asks, pointing at my underwear on the floor.

"What? No, I…"

"You’re out of breath and your underwear's on the ground…" - Alice was now looking sad, staring down at her own feet.

"There’s no one here! I just... forgot to put it on in the hurry, I thought you were Mr. Cartwright!"

"Hmm, but you’re not even inviting me in…"

"Sorry, I was trying to hide the mess we made in here! I didn’t have time to fix the place up again…" – I said laughing. – "But, by all means...#

Alice walks in, doubtful. She even makes sure my bathroom is empty.

"Wow, jealous much?" – I tease.

"No, I… well… I thought that maybe after I left… you… changed your mind."

"About what? You? Us? Of course not, baby. I’d be daft…"

With a smile, Alice rushes to give me another hug. It felt good to have her in my arms again. How stupid was I to send her out like that? Very, that’s how much. – "I see someone is feeling a bit better…"

"Yea, a bit. We had literature class now."

"Oh, yeah? And how was it?" – I inquire, pulling her to my lap as we slouch on the futon, cuddling.

"It was alright... I couldn’t really focus, you know?"

"How so?"

"Well, we were analyzing Shakespeare today and, after Mrs. Carter compared it to Twilight, the whole class started laughing."

"I can imagine…" - I couldn't, I had no clue of Twilight was.

"But after that I just lost focus. I kept thinking about Robert and Kristen and how she cheated on him."

"Did she?" – Honestly, I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Yea, with the director of the movie! It was in all magazines!"

"Oh… I see… But why would you think about that during the whole class? Was it that boring?"

"Hahah no… well, a bit. But… I kept comparing them to us…"

"Oh. But I didn’t cheat on you, Alice."

"No, I know! I was Kristen, not you…"

"You didn’t cheat on me either…"

"Yea. But sort of… I still disappointed you…"

Kissing her forehead, I began to explain again how wrong she was. - "Baby, we’ve been through this. You didn’t do anything wrong, I just got too excited and pushed you too far. You just weren’t ready, but that’s ok. I accept that. I accept you." – I reaffirm, giving Alice another peck, before snuggling on my chest some more.

"You’re just like Robert, Mr. Archer."

"I am?"

"U-huh. After Kristen cheated on him, he was devastated, but in the end he forgave her…"

"I didn’t forgive you, though." – I paused, scaring her. – "There was nothing TO forgive…"

"But I…"

"There was nothing to forgive, Alice."

"Agree to disagree!"

"Fine!" – I said as I started tickling her furiously.

"Stop it! Stop it! Oh my god! Stop it, Mr. Archer!" – Alice contorted as she wrestled my hands away. Her body was on top of mine and her ass kept pushing against my crotch. Inescapably, my dick started to rise, something that didn’t go unnoticed.

"Ahh, so this is why you brought me back to the futon, huh?!"

"Hahah, no honey. I just wanted to spend some time with my hot girlfriend."

"How do you explain this, then?" - She asks, pressing her hand against the tent in my pants.

"That’s just… unavoidable next to you. What man could possibly stay limp with you on top of him? But if it’s bothering you I can just put on my underwear. Will you fetch it for me? I can try to hide it, I just can’t promise you’ll feel nothing..."

"Oh yeah?" – Alice teases, licking her lips.

"Yea… I’m not made of steel, you know?"

"You’re not? It sure looks like you are!" - She says, looking at my erection and laughing. We both laugh together. The girl was witty.

"Yeah, yeah… hand me my boxers, will ya?"

"All....right." - She sighs, bending over and stretching her arm out. On her way up, she brings my briefs to her nose and takes a deep breath.

"Thank you, you naughty gi…" - I smirk. But before I could grab them, she throws them across the room.

"I never said it bothered me, silly! I just noticed it… plus, doesn’t it just mean you’re happy to see me?"

"You little minx! I’m always happy to see you. This is more like… I’m happy to SEE you…"

"A-ha… I understand now. But if you get THIS happy to SEE me…" – She said, massaging my dick over my pants. - "Shouldn’t I..."