Yeah, I left

Not wanting to linger around and potentially get caught, I quickly zipped myself up, content with the orgasm I just donated all over her tongue. God, that tongue. That mouth. All of her, really. Just an adorably cute little package. I closed my eyes and the thrill of what we’d just done gave me a bit of a head rush. Calm down, buddy.

Hormones, am I right? The things I wanted to do with her…to her. I grit my teeth momentarily, then quietly blew out a breath to calm myself.

I let out another breath, quickly reaching inside my backpack to fish out a t-shirt from last week. I briefly held it to my nose and smelled it. Used, but still clean-ish. It smelled like me. I held it out to her and she exhaled as she took it, **** but thankful for the rag to wipe up the mess. She quickly held it to her mouth and spit out whatever remnants she didn’t want to swallow, and I didn’t wait around to watch her mop up what she left on the classroom floor.

“Thanks, Laura” I said, and she stopped, not looking at me. It was pretty clear she was uncomfortable with me using her first name like that. I watched her, but she either didn’t know how to act around me, or was waiting for me to leave. “You should wear those gray leggings tomorrow.” She kept her head down, and I smirked at her shyness. Still shy, after all we’ve done. “Your ass looks really good in those.” Full disclosure: her ass looks really good in anything (especially my face), but I had my fantasies, after all. Plus, I wanted to see if she’d do it.

I left without another word, leaving her to it.

I drove home, unable to wipe the smile off my face even if I wanted to.

I pulled into my driveway and parked, then let out a breath, reliving the memory of what happened not 30 minutes ago. In school. In class. I remembered the sound she made when she lightly gagged on the taste of my cum, and smiled a little. It didn’t hurt my feelings. Cum tasted like cum, I guess. Some girls liked it, and some girls didn’t. But surely there was a third group, right. The ones who did it to please their man. Maybe deep down they hated it, but did it anyway because their husband or boyfriend expected them to.

Or fiancé.

I frowned when I thought of him. But those thoughts morphed into the slightly faded memory of him down the hall, cackling on his phone to his bro. Completely oblivious to the fact that his future wife was in the bathroom with me, my face buried in her ass. I closed my eyes and tried to remember it all. To remember what two days’ time had already blurred.

Her hand on my wrist, pulling me into the bathroom behind her. I think that was it. She pulled me in, right? Yeah. Fuck. I made her cum good. I smiled. I know she wanted it, too.

I smiled, a bittersweet kind of feeling when I thought about after, though. His arm around her. The look on her face. Smiling, but somehow still looking sad. But was she sad that it happened? Or sad that I was about to leave. Sad that she pulled me into that room? Sad that she wanted it? Enjoyed it? Came from it?

I’m sure she felt guilty. Hell, thats part of the reason I went over there in the first place. I knew I could get away with…well, with something. I didn’t know at the time what that would be, I just knew I wanted her. In whatever capacity that presented itself. No plan, just…fuck, I don’t know.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes.

And then there was him. I knew there was no fucking contest between us. I’d already won. The battle, anyway. Shit. He might end up winning the war. She did say ‘yes’ to him, after all. Her person. Isn’t that what people said? You’re my person. Fucking tacky shit.

Beckett.

I scoffed as I shook my head, again amused by his name. Was I jealous? Not really. I mean, sure, kind of, but not really. After all, it’s only been a week, right? She’s just a girl. A cheater. Bent over, pushing back into my face while her fiancé is on the phone in the other room. But still…that motherfucker gets to spend every damn night with her. Harmless bullshit, no doubt. A play at a relationship. Like a long, drawn out rehearsal for their life together. Dinner and a movie and then brushing their teeth together and then tucked in for bed. Maybe a tiny peck on the cheek, or a quick one on the lips if they’re feeling particularly frisky.

I smirked. I’ve kissed those lips more deeply than he ever could. She’d never taste him like she’s tasted me.

I bet he was the sensitive type. Quick to tears if his feelings were hurt. All talk. Promises with no intention or will to make good on them. ‘Yes dear,’ then back to his video games. Spineless. Taking what life gives him with a smile and a shrug and a ‘thank you sir, may I please have another.’ How he ever got her to fall for him is beyond me. He was harmless. A pushover, and I knew it. He wouldn’t fight for her, if it came down to it. Couldn’t protect her. He didn’t have it in him to be a real fucking man. And I’d show her. I’d show her. I just didn’t know how.

But I got to spend every day with her. And that’s enough for me. It would have to be. And tomorrow’s another day.

I smirked.

Good enough.

I breathed in deep and let it out, suddenly realizing I hadn’t turned the car off yet. I turned off the ignition and sat there for a few minutes more, then looked at the unlit front porch of my empty house, slinging the strap of my backpack over my shoulder as I opened the car door and got out.