She did, and it made my day

I stepped through the doorway into Biology class with a slight spring in my step. The content, all-over, good feeling from yesterday’s release had stayed with me even now. I even ate breakfast this morning. Funny what a little attention can do. What a little, warm tongue and a cute set of soft lips can do for a man.

I tried not to look at her when I entered the room, but when I saw those gray leggings I couldn’t resist. My eyes quickly ate her up as she wrote something on the dry erase board. In her toes to reach the top. That ass swaying back and forth as she scribbled. She took a quick look behind her and noticed me walk past, but I just kept going until I found my seat, pretending not to notice how fucking good she looked. Pretending not to notice she wore what I told her to wear. God damn, Miss Laura. What a good girl you are.

I thought of ways to reward her, and smiled at each one that ran through my mind. Some mild, and some downright barbaric. But each one sent a thrill through me. I sighed silently, loving being me.

Class began and so did our little ritual, with her pretending not to notice me as she demurely walked around the classroom, doing her college-educated best to teach us and make it stay with us into adulthood. I, on the other hand pretended not to be silently raging inside as I ogled her with a burning arousal that would have kept a small city’s lights on for a month. It had to be all for show. I liked to think so, anyway. She could say whatever she wanted, but I think she liked the attention. What attractive, 22 year old girl wouldn’t? Why else would she keep coming back? The not knowing, though…

Did she do it because she liked it? Because she wanted to? Or did she simply bend to my will, obeying because it was easier. Was she as weak as I suspected from the start? Was she doing these things because I expected her to? Told her to?

That part was exciting. It drove me crazy, sending a thrill coursing through me each time I thought about those questions I didn’t have an answer for.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her in those leggings. The leggings she wore just for me. The matching gray crop top hoodie that exposed her smooth, bare midriff, and the way it rode up, adorably showing off her lower back when she turned around. The dull, warm, heavy feeling in my crotch, while pleasant, was starting to make sitting here uncomfortable.

So I just grit my teeth and sighed silently, doing my best to act indifferent to the innocent way she keeps glancing over at me. The way she stopped to help a student a couple of tables away and looked behind her, catching me looking at her ass. At the smooth skin of her lower back. I glanced into her eyes as an obvious lust began to cloud mine, and she tucked her hair back behind her right ear, her face blushing a bit.

The bell finally rang and I let out the breath I didn’t even know I was holding in. God damn. She had to know what she was doing to me. And if she didn’t, it was even that much more of a turn-on. I slowly stood up, taking an extra few seconds to make sure my erection didn’t embarrass me when I stood up. Thinking about baseball didn’t do shit. I don’t know why people always recommended that.

I started walking to the front of the class along with the other students who were anxious to leave for the day. I briefly made eye contact with her. She was trying not to make her nervously adorable hand-wringing obvious, and her eyes had a subtle, expectant look in them. They darted to the students who were filing out of the class and then back to me.

I looked at her as I approached, and coolly looked away as I headed for the door. I lingered for a moment and turned back to look at her. Her eyes briefly lit up, conflicted by a sudden realization, maybe even a hope that I might come back. But they also had an embarrassed look in them that she would even have those feelings. My eyes drank in her body, so feminine in its timid posture that I had to keep my mouth from opening.

I turned to the door and didn’t get a chance to see the relieved, conflicted confusion on her face, and then I left the classroom, my heart beating hard inside my chest as that look she gave me began to fade. Like when you look at the Sun and then close your eyes, still able to see the burned-in image as it slowly fades.