A curious hug

He met up with Taylor to walk into first period together, his cock still semi-hard from a few minutes ago.

“So—question.” He asked.

“Mhm?”

“What did Ryan say to you yesterday as we were leaving?”

“He he, how about I’ll tell you that, if you tell me why you were so distraught yesterday?” Damn, he forgot about that. He still couldn’t tell Taylor about Helen, not yet, perhaps not ever. "Why so interested?" She asked. “Ryan and I just chatted about… school. What else would we have to talk about?"

"I don’t know, it just didn’t seem like an academic conversation."

"I don’t know if school has to mean academic, Watson." He liked it when she said his name. It made the back of his neck twitch. "Okaay. I can't say no to you. She... She just noticed how I was looking at you in class... We just had some girl chit chat, just cutesy chit chat, nothing important."

"About me?" They sat down in desks next to each other. Ryan was gathering papers and doing teacherly things. Today she was wearing a flowy green sundress. Exquisite.

"Yes dummy."

"I didn't know you and Ryan were close like that." Watson looked Ms. Ryan up and down and she stood with her back to the class.

Taylor saw him doing this... but she was doing it herself and was unbothered. "It's a new development. Over the summer I was doing some extracurricular stuff, and she was running some of the classes. I think we grew a rapport from that. I don’t know, she's chill."

Why does it seem like she knows something I don’t. She seems to be acting on a feeling not yet agreed too. Of course, Taylor's very cute and really easy to talk with... But Watson didn't know if he was ready to look at her the way she was looking at him. The time hanging out tonight would provide some clarity he thought, or it may make the waters murkier, especially with Cary there.

Class soon ended as it began. "Is there any particular homework you wanna work on tonight?" Watson asked her, the two of them walking out of class. He saw Ryan giving the two of them a smile as they left together.

"Hmmm yes, but I don’t have it right now. But by the time we get there I'll remember, I'm sure. I'm taking us home yeah?"

"Yeah, if you don’t mind waiting."

"I sure don’t! I'll either just be wandering around, or I might even come watch you run. Jay-kay that sounds horrible."

Thank god, how would he flirt with the devil and also grope and old woman with such supervision. "Sounds good!" His eyes were locked on her. He was growing fond of her, very fond, fonder than he imagined. Watson could hear the tiredness in her voice. Hearing that dragged sluggishness of a sleepless night, tossing and turning without reprieve. He wondered what thought kept her up at night. What fears occupied her mind and stole sleep away like a thief in the night?

"What are you looking at me for huh? You notice the bags under my eyes? Are they that bad?" She asked.

He smiled at her, "I mean, they're not--not noticeable."

She blushed. "Stooop."

"But no--there are bags, but I don’t mind looking at them... There's a certain raspy tiredness in your voice that's quite hard to place."

"It's no mystery, it's called zero sleep mister."

"What kept you up last night?"

"Oh, you know... this and that. I think just general insomnia exacerbated by fearful unknown things."

"Sorry I wasn’t awake at 4am to entertain you."

"Oh pleease do not say that. That'd be crazy. But we should go to class, get outta here." She awkwardly leaned in for a hug, unsure whether to commit or wait to be embraced. Watson saw what was happening and met her in the middle. Her arms went high, she stood on her toes, his arms went low and wrapped around her waist. In his mind he wanted to push against her pelvis and try to feel...something. If there was anything there. He squeezed her tight--AHA, A TWITCH HE FELT A TWITCH. His mind started racing. Was it... was it... no, it could have just been her jeans moving around...but moving around by what. A penis, Taylor has a penis... but, tits as well? What is happening? Does she have tits? He's only ever seen her in baggy clothing. His feelings were flying all over the room, unsure where to land. But these thoughts would have to be put out of his mind, for Ms. Rina awaits, I wonder what she's wearing today.