It's 1:42 PM and here I am doing the same thing I do every weekday at 1:42. I can't help it really… not lately at least. She leaves me drenched everyday without so much as a goodbye. So here I lay, on my bed, imagining how her soft tanned fingers would feel touching and teasing me. I can hear her gasp at my dripping juices as she slides her tongue up and down my slit stopping just short of my pounding bud. I can't fight it any longer as I run my hands down my soft breasts, glazing over my hardened pink nipples and down my tight abs. I stop mere millimeters away from my thong line letting my hands caress the exposed skin. I know I shouldn't being doing this but I need to release this tension. I dip my fingers under the red material and play with the wetness she created. Pretending her hand is the one causing me so much pleasure, I slowly pump my finger in and out and in again teasing myself every once and awhile, until I think of her face, her body, her eyes and can't control myself any longer. My pace quickens as I add another finger. Droplets of sweat begin to roll down my body, and I know with one touch I could send myself over the edge so I'm careful to avoid my enlarged clit. I don't want this to stop, I want to be able to feel her inside me forever, and if this is as close as I can get, so be it.
About an hour earlier that day….
Aidan: "the limit does not exist"
Miss. Davies: "Nice try, but, as much as it pains me to say this, lines from Mean Girls will not suffice in this calculus class. Does anyone else know the answer, Jacob, Lauren,
Alyssa?"
At the same time "8" "12" "25"
Miss. Davies: "Spencer?"
Yea baby, ohh crap real world, think, think, come on brain think. Oh right, limits
"Infinity"
"Well at least I know one person in here who was paying attention; I can always count on you Spencer"
Aidan starts to say something but I drift back into my own little world. I love math class, it's my last class of the day and my teacher is gorgeous. She is perfectly proportioned and tan, with dark hair and eyes. Her eyes always seem to just suck me into a trance that can only be broken by her voice. We always end up in these staring contests and I don't know whether she just thinks I'm really interested in math or some weird little prev. who stares at her. But either way she stares back, and I can't look away.
Like right now, she is at the board explaining some equation to the class but looking directly into my eyes.
This is a daily ritual but it still makes me a little hot and a lot bothered.
I shift in my seat wondering if anyone can tell that my face is flushed and my breathing sporadic. I desperately want to look around but it's almost as if I'm paralyzed, but in a good way.
"Spencer"
"SPENCER"
"WHAT ADIAN!" I yell, angry that he interrupted my moment
"Chill Spence, the bell rang that's all"
And just like that our 54 minutes is over and I'm left to walk home and take care of myself again.