If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have shown up this morning

I stepped through the doorway of the biology classroom and my eyes immediately went to her desk. I internally pumped my fist as a surge of ‘fuck yeah’ energy pulsed through me. She was sitting in her chair and noticed me walk in as soon as I crossed the threshold.

Her eyes flickered like a lightbulb turning on. They briefly shot up to mine, and she immediately broke eye contact, looking down and away. Her left hand went up to her face and she brushed a hair behind her ear, then rested her jaw against her palm, the long sleeve of her hoodie covering all but her fingertips. It felt like she was watching the doorway, waiting for me to walk in. So coy. So bashful. I love it. I smirked, head down as I shuffled to my seat.

Class began, as did the game. I watched her start her lesson for today, noticing each time she happened to glance my way. Almost as if she kept checking to see if I was watching. Oh, I was watching. Her hoodie was cute. Oversized but cropped at the waist. Similar to yesterday’s in how much of belly showed when she raised her arms, with tight, gray leggings that seemed to be painted on. My goodness.

That had to be for me. Her tight, little body in that outfit, the long, blonde hair, which was styled differently today. Wavy. Super cute. Like she had spent a lot of time on it. On the whole package. Just for me. And those leggings, my God. There was no way this outfit wasn’t for me. Easy access. Peel ‘em down and go to town. Mmmm. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, all too aware of the growing warmth and tightness in the front of my jeans.

I did my best to feign disinterest, and even held my tongue when she mentioned something about the reproductive system of the arctic fox. She was a fox, that was for sure. Much like yesterday, I noticed that she seemed to make excuses to look over my way, or to walk near my table, making sure I got a good look.

Like yesterday, she made a special trip to the table to the right of mine. Under the guise of helping another student, she faced away from me, leaning down to point to something on his iPad she thought he should look at. My eyes were immediately drawn to her ass. It was so perfect. Sculpted by a master artist. Slim and tight, just asking for me to sink my teeth into it. I looked around and made sure I wasn’t drooling, but I seemed to be the only one who noticed her . I blew out a breath and she subtly turned her head back over her shoulder, her pale face slightly pink as her eyes searched and found me. The look on my face made her quickly turn back. She cleared her throat and quickly wrapped up her little chat, standing up slowly, making sure she lingered a bit longer so I had a moment more to stare.

She turned around and my eyes were fixated on her crotch. Those pants were doing my imagine a great favor. I wondered how warm her pussy was. If it was wet. How it tasted.

Well, the fire was ignited the moment I stepped through that doorway and saw her, you can be sure of that. I sat quietly and watched her. Ogled her body. The body her fiancé probably hasn’t even touched yet. The lips he hadn’t yet kissed. Not really, judging from their social media posts. Probably just a quick peck on the lips. Innocent. Christian. Pure. Goodnight honey! I love you! I love you more! No I love you more! Nice on tv shows, but that’s not what a girl like her really wanted.

I scrolled through her posts last night, looking for jerk off material (yes, ladies, that’s something guys do), and it was clear her man was no threat to me. With his big, toothy smile. I’d met a hundred guys like him, each time coming away unimpressed. I didn’t even have to meet him, I just knew. She needed a real man. Someone who would treat her how she needed to be treated. Someone who would put her in her place. God, she would be so wasted on him. It pissed me off.

Suddenly the bell rang, and I almost jumped a little. Class seemed to fly by today. Thursday. The weekend was coming up. Friday wasn’t even here yet, and I was already disappointed I’d have to go the whole weekend without seeing her.

I stood up and slipped on my backpack, casually taking my time as the other students made their way to the door. Miss Laura took her time, erasing the board of today’s notes, no doubt waiting for me. She glanced behind her and saw me watching, up on her toes, her hoodie rising up to expose her lower back, and her ass swaying back and forth as she erased the dry erase marker from the board. I grit my teeth as I kept my eyes locked on it.

Once she stopped erasing, the spell her ass had on me momentarily broke, and I watched her fix her hoodie and pull it back down, but it still revealed a few inches of her skin.

I walked up to her desk and glanced at the door as the last 2 students left the room. I looked over at her as her eyes watched the door gently close, her eyebrows wrinkled with concern, blinking when the latch clicked loudly. She reached her right hand across her chest and held onto her left arm. She shifted from one leg to the other.

She cast her eyes down to the floor, and I exhaled, suddenly remembering how I came in her mouth yesterday. My swollen, heavy dick flexed in my jeans, stirring. Waking up a little bit more.

I stopped in front of her desk, the only thing between us at the moment. “Why don’t you come over here?” I asked, my voice friendly and warm, the smile on my face inviting and cheerful.

Her chest was already rising and falling deeply. She looked at me and gave me what I wanted to see. That look. I know I keep talking about it, but God damn. That look really did it for me. Her pupils were wide open, and she opened her mouth as if to say something, but stopped herself, her eyebrows wrinkled with worry. It must be tough, cheating on your fiancé. The dude’s got no idea what she’s done behind his back. With a fucking student, no less.

I wonder if she brushed her teeth before she kissed him hello last night. I smirked, enjoying the image. Again, the memory replayed itself. My nut in her mouth. I closed my eyes, my dick flexing again. “Gonna make me ask again?” She looked as if she was going to speak again, but just wrinkled her eyebrows and began her timid walk around the desk to stand my me, stopping a couple of feet away from me.

Her eyes darted up to mine. They were nervous. They quickly darted away, as if her stopping where she did was some act of defiance that made her proud of herself. Okay. Okay. I nodded subtly at the floor, exhaling amusement through my nose, then casually took a step and reached my right arm out, slowly sliding my arm around her waist and resting my hand on her right hip.

“Come here,” I said playfully, rubbing my thumb Up and down the bare skin above the waistband of her leggings. Her shoulders were tense. I raised my left hand and cupped her right breast. When she raised her arms to push my hand away I squeezed it firmly, my cock flexing with my hand as I felt her through her sweatshirt. A small sound of unease escaped her throat, as her delicate hands fought against my inappropriate touch. I slid my right hand down and grabbed her right ass cheek, the fabric of her leggings much more pliant than the jeans she wore yesterday.

Her soft sounds of a quiet, frantic struggle filled my ears. The quiet breaths, too nervous to come out any louder. Her white sneakers lightly squeaking on the floor as she tried to wiggle out of my gentle but firm grip. The light slapping sounds of her hands as they tensely and wildly tried to slap and push mine away from her small breast. If she really wanted to, she could have just cried out. Told me no. Yelled. Something. Anything.

But she didn’t.

And it thrilled me.