If you would ask her how it started, she would say it all started with a dare and her stupid Gilmore-pride.
If the question would be why it continued.. well she wouldn't have an answer to that.
But here she was, sitting next to the guy she considered to be the spawn of Satan, letting him slide his hand up her thigh, opening her legs wider to give him better access. All the while trying to keep a straight face while their chemistry teacher was explaining the next assignment to the class.
She could feel the heat of his hand gliding closer to her own heat, anticipating his fingers on her most intimate place. She moved her hips forward, speeding up the process and getting a chuckle at her impatience as a responds. But he never failed her, never held back and willingly complied.
He scooted closer, pretending to get a better look a the board, and let his middle finger slide across her already soaking wet lips through her panties. She shuddered en held back a moan, wondering if he could tell she was wearing the sheer lace number he bought her a couple of days earlier.
"Fuck Mare, you're so wet already. You're pussy is begging for my fingers, isn't it?" he whispered hotly against her ear. She merely nodded in responds, not trusting her voice right now. He chuckled and continued to stroke her rhythmically, each time inching his fingers a bit higher until he pressed his finger against her clit, making her shudder once again. No matter how often he touched her, the power he had over her body never stopped to surprise her. She brought her hand up and placed it over her mouth, readjusting herself so it would seem like she was leaning on her hand and hoping it wouldn't look to suspicious. Two seconds later she was glad she did as Tristan moved aside her panties and slid his finger between her wet folds, entering her slick heat. He pumped it in and out.. once… twice and one more time before adding a second finger. She slightly moved her hips, hoping to get more friction.
Her entire body tingled. Her clit needed attention, her taut nipples begged to be pinched and her mouth wanted to devour his, releasing her moans into him as he fucked her, whether it was with his hand or his perfect dick. Just the thought of his dick, throbbing and pulsating, in her hand, her mouth or her pussy made her clit throb almost painfully. Knowing she would have to wait to be thoroughly fucked she decided to go for the next best thing and moved her other hand under the table, going straight for her clit and pinching it. This earned her a soft growl from the boy beside her, who increased the speed of his pumping fingers.
She could feel the sheen of sweat on her body and knew she looked flushed. Thankfully their table was all the way in the back and she'd had a lot of practice in keeping quiet. She risked a glance at Tristan and saw him stare straight at the board, the flush on his cheek and the twitching muscle in his jaw the only tells that he wasn't focused on the board, but on their fingers, bringing her to a much needed orgasm.
She looked down at her book, desperately trying to control her breath and her body as his fingers kept moving in and out of her. She kept pinching her clit, feeling the familiar haze settling over her as she prepared herself for her release. She knew Tristan could tell she was close as he slid a third finger in her pussy, making her insides explode as her orgasm hit her. She tried to control the spasms, riding out the blissful feeling.
When Tristan pulled his fingers out she stopped his hand under the table. After dropping her pencil, she moved under the table and took his fingers into her mouth. Sucking her cum from his finger and making him go rigid in his seat. She smiled up at him as she moved back to her own seat, sliding her hand over the bulge in his pants as she did so. The hot and dark look in his eyes made her breath hitch and she felt empowered, knowing that she, little innocent Mary, had this effect on Tristan Dugrey, the king of Chilton. Wanting to repay the favor she waited for the bell to ring and stopped him as he was getting up.
"How about we skip lunch and go somewhere private?" she asked him, wetting her lips with her tongue and looking up at him through her eyelashes.
He chuckled and raised his eyebrows, "Rory Gilmore is willing to forgo food for little ol' me? I'm flattered."
"Yes, and just know that I'm breaking the second most important rule in the Gilmore Handbook just by suggesting this. So you should be flattered," she countered.
He grabbed her hand and walked her out of the classroom. "I know just the place."