She’s a trooper

Ah, Friday.

Best damn day of the week.

And the best damn class of all time, I though as I stepped through the doorway and saw Miss Laura sitting at her desk. She was watching the doorway when I walked in, her eyes quickly registering me, flashing up to my face, then they darted away as she acted as if she had been studying something on her laptop the entire time.

I just smiled and put my head down, subtly shaking my head in amusement. This girl was definitely something else. Dedicated, that’s for sure. I snuck a quick glance up on the way to my seat. She wasn’t looking back. Hair up in a messy bun. Oversized, fuzzy sweater, light blue jeans.

What, no leggings today? Once bitten, twice shy I guess. She must have thought that a button and a zipper could keep me from her. I let out a soft chuckle and took my seat.

Class began, and after a while I got the distinct impression that she was avoiding me, like she did in the beginning. Hmm. Didn’t she have a good time? Was she mad at me? Was she teasing me? Or was this just how our little game worked? The not knowing was a pleasant thrill.

It finally happened, about halfway through class. I was watching her explain some bullshit about the genetics of twins and how they form in the womb when her eyes briefly locked onto mine. For a moment her voice trailed off, as if seeing me staring back at her derailed her thought process. She closed her eyes and shook her head, letting out a soft chuckle as if she felt silly for losing her place in today’s lesson. She quietly apologized to the class and picked up where she left off.

Nice. I smirked knowingly, then relaxed in my seat as I leaned back. I liked being a distraction. Especially in the way I hoped I was a distraction.

She didn’t look over much after that. Only once or twice, and each time it was brief. Like she forgot she was doing it. Didn’t want to, but did anyway. A lot of that going around.

I spent the rest of class watching her move around the room. Watching her ass in those jeans. I remembered yesterday. Remembered exactly what that ass looked like without those jeans. So cute, pink, and tight. So clean. I could have kicked myself for not eating that ass, though. It was right there in front of my face. I’d been wanting to since the first time I laid eyes on her. Ah well. Next time. Or soon, anyway. We had nothing but time. All year. All fucking year.

I slowly blinked out of my aroused daydream, and my eyes drifted back to her hips. Her hair. She was so very well put together. Took the time. That matters. I lazily glanced around at a few of the hotter girls in class, thinking of all the girls at school. They just didn’t seem to put the same level of care into how they look.

Oh they were sexy, sure. But anything’s gonna look good at 18. Young, tight bodies vying for the approval of a male gaze. Fatherless behavior, acting and dressing like some of them do. Good for me, though. Hell, I’m one to talk. My father skipped out on my mom before I was born. All good, though. I stopped caring about that shit a long time ago.

I looked back at her and simply watched.

When the bell eventually rang she seemed startled. Then she seemed nervous. She didn’t want class to end. She quietly stammered out something about a quiz we needed to take on our tablets tonight, and timidly tried to wish us all a good weekend, her voice all but drowned out by the din of chairs and tables scraping across the floor as her class gathered their things and started to scurry away with that excitement of the weekend on their minds.

The classroom door closed gently and the latch clicked loudly, immediately silencing the chaos in the hallway just outside, and when she turned around she saw me sitting on her desk, smiling back at her.

She looked nervous again, and I was okay with that. Why shouldn’t she be nervous? What would I make her do today? She lingered for more than a few moments, **** to come get her things. I pictured her just turning around and leaving. Running away. But she simply stood there, head down, nervously rubbing her sleeve with her hand as if that was her safe space.

“You can come get your stuff,” I said, amused by her coy demeanor, accidental or otherwise. “He texted you, by the way.” That got her. Her eyes shot up to me, wide and nervous, then saw her phone in my hand. I smirked, then looked down at her phone. Beckett. What the fuck kind of name is Beckett? “Apparently he misses you, and wants you to pick up Chick-fil-A on your way home.”

She quickly hurried over and snatched her phone out of my hand. I reached out and gently took her left wrist in my hand, keeping her from backing away. She tried to pull away but gave up after I didn’t let go. Her outfit was super cute. “Did you tell him about us?” I asked playfully as I looked down at her hand, my thumb casually rubbing the ring on her finger.

She didn’t say a word, or move. But the breath she let out told me she didn’t tell him a God damned thing. How could she? “Did you tell him I tongued your pussy yesterday before you came home to him?” She looked down and subtly shook her head. Whether she was answering me or was simply disgusted by my inappropriate question, I couldn’t tell. “How I stuck my thumb up your ass when you came?” She breathed out, her hand nervously gripping her phone. “How you kissed me? How you fucking loved all of it?”

“Stop,” she said quietly, her voice pleading.

“How did I do on my oral exam, Miss Laura?” I persisted. She shot me a look of disgusted revulsion, shocked that I would ask her such a thing. She pulled out of my gentle grip and held her hands in a sort of ‘let me make myself clear’ kind of posture.

“Okay-” she began, the tone of her voice gave me ‘first of all’ vibes. But I cut her off.

“Just okay?” I asked, acting disappointed? “I thought for sure it was at least mind blowing. I mean, you did cum pretty hard. And the finger in the ass?” I closed my eyes and made a face like I had just tasted the best dish I’d ever had. “Mmmm. Very hot. We can do that again right now, if you want.”

She looked at me with such a confused, incredulous look of disgust. Shock. She almost looked amused. Like she couldn’t believe the things coming out of my mouth. She put her head down, quickly shaking her head as she went to close her laptop. I let her stuff it haphazardly into her bag and zip it up. She was flustered. Very much so. She dropped her phone when she tried to put it into her purse, her face flushed bright pink with embarrassment as she bent down to pick it up. Her show of defiant anger backfired. It only made her look more adorable.

When she stood back up I was behind her. My hands gently held pouched her hips as I nestled my crotch against her backside. She quickly spun around and I cupped her ass through her jeans with both hands. Her hands were against my chest, pushing me away.

I squeezed her ass, gritting my teeth as I exhaled.

“Damn it, what do you want from me?” Her timid voice came out exasperated. Breathy. ****. It sounded helpless. Mmmm.

“Let me see your panties,” I said calmly, slowly kneading the cheeks of her tight ass.

Her eyebrows wrinkled as she looked up at me, her eyes pleading with mine to not do this. She quickly looked past me to the door, as if silently pleading for someone, anyone, to come barging in to save her. Or she was checking to make sure we had time for this little game.

She tried once more to push against my chest, but I didn’t budge. She let out a deep breath through her nose, closing her worried eyes. A breath that signified she was giving up. Submitting, however reluctantly.

“And then you’ll leave?” she asked, her voice timid, ashamed, but tinged with sweet prospect of hope.

“You got it,” I said, smiling. She closed her eyes and hesitated, squirming as I squeezed her ass. “Unless you want me to stay.” I said it in the hopes of reminding her what she could experience again, if she’d only submit to me. “I’ve already seen them once.” When she pushed me again I let her, gently releasing her ass cheeks from my warm grip.

She glanced up into my eyes only for a moment, then they closed, as if to protect her from my gaze.

“Looking…only.” She said it slowly, as if driving her point home. But was she telling me, or herself? “…and then I want you to leave.” Again, I didn’t know if she was speaking to me or herself. Her voice was shaky. She did not want to be here.

“Show me,” I said, my frustrated dick, still angry with me since yesterday, swelled with anticipation. Sorry buddy, gonna have wait a little longer. But soon, I promise.

She let out a deep breath of frustration, then took a step back. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her pupils wide open. She didn’t know how to proceed with me standing right in front of her.

“Turn around,” I suggested. She made a face that said ‘am I really going to do this?’, but after a few long moments of hesitation, she looked at the floor and slowly turned to face away from me.

I heard the zipper and my heart sped up, already beating powerfully in my chest. Fuck yes. It felt so powerful. Telling her to do something and then she fucking does it. I had to reward her somehow. Something. A little show of appreciation for being so God damned agreeable, however reluctantly at first. And all she had to do was say no. Tell me to go fuck myself. God knows my dick would have been okay with even that kind of action. I don’t know who raised this girl, but I could’ve kissed them on the mouth.

“Let me see,” I said quietly, anticipation coursing through my veins. She sighed, still ****. She looked toward the door one last time but saw no knight in shining armor. Only me. Her nervous eyes looked up into mine as if silently making sure this is what I really wanted. If it was okay.

I nodded, answering the unasked question.