"I didn't know you were friends with Jake." Eli said, looking at Imogen's doodles of chicken legs and cocks on her notebook.
"What does it matter?" she replied, in a soft voice to not startle his condition.
"Nothing. It doesn't. Just forget about it." He replied under his breath, looking down at his desk. Imogen turned the other way with a worried frown on her face. She didn't want her boyfriend worrying about her all the time.
After class, Eli started towards the bathroom. Imogen came to a stop to wait for him, but he said "Go on, I'll catch up with you later." Imogen looked uncertain, but went on her way.
Eli lingered in the bathroom approximately a minute or two, before exiting and walking through a few hallways. He creeped to the corner of the hallway Imogen's locker was located at, to be disgusted at what he seen. Imogen was flirting with Jake at the lockers again, she had her hand on his arm for a brief moment and was giggling with him. Jake spoke a few words with a smile on his face and left Imogen.
Eli paced towards Imogen's locker "What the hell was that?"
"We were just talking..."
"And touching eachother!" he growled and gripped her arm. He pulled her through the hallway and to the back of the school building. He eyed the space around them before taking her lips forcefully.
"Eli! What wha-" Imogen gasped before he pressed his mouth over hers again. He smoothed his hand up her shirt and under the cup of her bra to play with her nipple.
He kissed her ear and took her earlobe in his mouth before whispering in it "I need you now. Or I think I may go insane." Imogen pecked his cheek and ran her hand over the other side of his face. Eli took this as indication she was okay with it, but even so he wouldn't have the patience to wait for any other hints.
He rolled up her blue-collared shirt half-way, along with her bra and trailed kisses under her breasts as he squeezed the bottom of her back. Imogen secretly liked the openess of their sexual rendezvous, knowing they could be caught was a turn on for her despite her efforts to deny it. Eli flicked his tongue over her right nipple before taking it in fully with a long, hard, suck. His lips smacked as he left her breasts to travel to a more sensitive part of her anatomy.
Imogen tugged her shirt back down in the meanwhile of him working on her lower region. She was wearing a khaki skirt, which Eli ducked his head under and just moved her underwear aside with his fingers.
"Mm you're already wet." he noted, running his hand between the folds. He then lapped his tongue over the lips before spreading them with two fingers and dipping his mouth into it. He made out with her vagina, using his lips and tongue generously before sucking on her clit. She squirmed and squealed, almost afraid she'd lose control and fall on her ass. But instead, pulled her skirt up slightly to run her hands over his dark messy hair.
Eli parted from her pussy for a second to catch a breath, and she noticed his penis was in his hands. As he leaned into her to ate her out again, the movements of his hand increased. Imogen could feel the vibration of his moan against her vagina as he came into his hand. This was enough to bring her to the edge as well, her body spazzed uncontrollably for a few seconds, as Eli kept moving against her clit to finish her off. Her breathing slowed and her body slumped to the grass next to Eli.
"I need to worry you more often, don't I Goldsworthy?"
"No, I don't want to hear his name again, I don't even want to see a chicken or plaid in my life ever again." he disagreed, his anger rising again.
"Sorry, I was only joking. You have nothing to worry about."
Eli only smiled and helped her up, as they plotted how to skip the rest of the class period which was probably already almost over. the end