An hour remained for 12PM, still wearing the old t-shirt you used as a pajama, you attach your completed assignment. This morning, Kylo messaged you with his e-mail address; not another word.
He has done and said so many things to you this last few days; has made you feel so many things you've never felt before. Curiosity was killing you – what will he ask? What game will he make you play?
How will you lose yourself this time?
You send it. You can hear your heartbeat. Waiting was not something you had taken into consideration. When will he answer? You unlock the screen of your phone and look at his conversation, he's not writing. The idea of him not answering until 12PM crosses your mind and you really hope it doesn't cross his. Maybe you should send him a message telling him you just sent it; maybe he's just reviewing it.
Three dots.
"I'll be asking you a few questions. When you answer one I'll ask another. This afternoon you'll do what you choose in your answers."
Getting up from your chair, you go over to your bed and sit on it, legs crossed, answering him.
"OK."
"What color will your pen be? Black, red or blue?"
You frown, so you'll be writing.
"Black."
"Which two words define you? If I don't like them, I'll change them."
Your cheeks warm up, you know what he is asking for, it's what he's been calling you since the beginning; it's what you told him you are in the beginning. Pursing your lips, you tap your answer.
"Bad girl."
Three dots, for a moment you question yourself if he's going to choose something else.
"Where will your words be? Ass or thighs?"
You read that again, mouth slightly gaping, you instinctively look down at your naked thighs. Not knowing how to feel about marking your own skin this way. You figure your thighs is a more innocent place.
"Thighs."
"Last question. How will your words be written? Two options."
You look at the unstoppable three dots, waiting for your choices.
"One: you will write them in your room, you won't wear clothes all afternoon and you won't cum."
Your pussy tightens, not really liking that idea. It takes him longer to write his next message.
"Two: I will write them on you somewhere else, you will cum, but you have to choose between wearing a skirt or pants. You wear a skirt you can put underwear on, you wear pants you can't put any."
Of course he must know you want to see him. You still can't keep yesterday's memory of him from your mind. All smooth skin, hard cock, and whispers; all for you. You want to see him, your home felt safe and he didn't, but you want to see him. You want to see his fingers writing on your skin.
Skirt and panties felt safer, he already made you orgasm in those.
"Two, skirt."
"Meet me at 4PM in front of the library. I'll bring the pen."
Five hours, and you'll have him in front of you, doing everything you've decided. You get into the shower, hoping the warm water will calm your nerves. Did you make the right choice?
Kylo has his back against the brick wall of the library, dressed in dark blue jeans and a black long sleeved shirt that had some trouble fitting around his chest, you see him looking down at his phone, face scowling. His eyes move slowly up your legs and skirt to then jump at your eyes. His lips curl that tiny bit upwards. Putting his phone away into a back pocket of his jeans, he signals for you to follow with a small tilt of his head, getting away from the brick wall and going around the building.
He guides you into the small forest behind it, almost reaching the end of it and the beginning of the hill behind the campus. There isn't a soul on a Sunday afternoon. Perfect day to have some fun into the woods.
You told your flat mate you were going to meet with him, not giving her the specifics, and she looked at you slack jawed after you described him and she placed him in her mind. She had seen him a few times, not believing he had the social skills to be dating around. Again, no specifics. But you felt the need to tell her; she bid you farewell while dramatically crying over the movie night plans you had not cancelled yet.
Kylo stops beside a tree, looking around him for a moment, then at you. Your gaze flickers from him to the nearby vegetation, unsure of where to put your arms; or yourself. His warm hand wraps loosely around your wrist, slowly pulling you and moving you to rest your back against the tree.
You rise your gaze and see his serious expression, his fingers resting on your wrist without squishing it.
"You may change one answer," he says, voice making you shiver. You forget you're in the middle of a forest – he tells you to go home.
"I'm good," he frees your wrist and takes a black marker from his pocket, your eyes are stuck on it. You want to squish your thighs together. Kylo's covered toes get between your shoes and you spread your legs further, his free hand moves to your thigh and starts travelling up from behind your knee, you sigh, watching it pushing up your skirt. Kylo moves to your ear.
"Anywhere you go, someone could see the bad girl you are," his big hand travels back to the inside of your knee and pulls up your leg, your pussy grabs onto nothing, breath shaking when you see him lowering himself to kneel on the leaf covered floor. "It's what I'll see when you spread your legs and show me your wet cunt."
You let a whimper, he's holding up your leg, opening you.
"Don't move."
He puts the marker between his teeth to pop it open, you watch his determined strokes as he writes on you, the smooth tip tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You're getting wet, his face and hands so near where you want them. He finishes the first word and when he takes his pen away your hips squirm under the hand that still grips you.
Your raised leg falls and Kylo attaches the cap to the back of the marker.
"Think you can hold the other up for me?" you bite the inside of your cheek, thinking. His hand grips yours and puts it on his shoulder. Resting part of your weight on him, face hot, you raise your unmarked leg.
A fingertip brushes your covered opening, pressing the material into your pussy, getting it wet, releasing it – pressing again, further. Letting a sigh your hips move towards him.
"You're in public, girl. Be quiet and don't move," he whispers, breath brushing your cunt. Your hand grips him tight and you swallow your building moan.
The pen is brushing your skin and you need to bite your lip when his prodding fingers keep spreading your wetness over the thin fabric. Avoiding your clit. You focus on keeping your raised leg from moving, fearing a smear going down your leg. What have you done this last few days to end up in a situation like this?
Kylo's fingers and marker disappear, you rest your leg – hand on his shoulder – and see him closing the pen and putting it back in his pocket.
His hands move up behind your thighs and cup your ass, mouth between your legs, replacing his fingers, eyes closed; Kylo starts to leave kisses and a moan escapes your throat. He opens back his eyes, cutting your sound with a severe gaze. Your toes curl when you feel his tongue on the other side of your underwear. You wish you had chosen pants.
Several fingertips get inside the back of your underwear, feeling them moving down and spreading the lips around your hole, his tongue traveling all the way up your clit. Both hands on his shoulders, you moan, tongue pressing there.
Kylo moves away, no more fingers on you.
"I need to gag you," you don't breathe, he moves away from between your legs and nudges you to close them. His fingers wrap on either side of your panties and he takes them down your legs. You step away from them. Kylo rises on his feet, your arms move with his shoulders.
Resting a thumb on your chin, you open your mouth.
"Do you always need to have your mouth stuffed to be quiet?" his fingers push the wet underwear inside. "Can't remember how you did it the first time?" he keeps whispering. "Shouldn't have let you moan when I called," he shakes his head, as if telling that to himself.
His fingers push your chin up, shutting your mouth. You breathe again when he gets back on his knees. Hands prying open your legs, you let a muffled moan when you see the smirk spreading on his face – you forgot the words around your naked cunt.
Closing your eyes you feel his lips brushing your soaked ones. Nose caressing your clit as he leaves open mouthed kisses.
Your hands dive into his hair – soft – and tug. You feel his groan deep inside, he buries his mouth between your legs, you tug again. Muffled moans, yours drowning his in your ears, thank god you could feel them.
His tongue explores every corner of your pussy lips, you can't help but move your hips, rubbing your clit faster, hands pressing his head against you. Kylo doesn't complain, letting you handle him as you see fit. Even with your own used panties in your mouth, thighs marked by him, you feel powerful with the way he lets you ride his face. How he moans the rougher you get with him.
Your muscles tighten with your approaching orgasm, and without another thought your hips grind against him. Pleasure tingling on every limb and pussy tightening around his tongue. Your hips buck a few more times and you open your eyes to see his buried face. Cheeks warm, coming down from your high, you loose the hold on his hair. His mouth moving away for a moment before running his tongue over your sensitive clit, wanting to hear your whining.
With a last kiss he takes away his mouth, your hands fall against the tree, his are drying his jaw and cheeks. Getting up once more, you look at him without being able to believe that you just rode this man's face.
"Open," your jaw drops and he takes your underwear away. "Put these back on."
Still in a daze, you grab the wet piece of cloth he is offering. His hands steading you while you get one leg through, then the other. Leaving every inch of skin feeling wet with saliva. When you're done and your skirt falls back in place your eyes linger on the hard outline of his cock.
You look up at him, at his neutral face, you want to change it. You're feeling powerful. Your hand cups his clothed erection, seeing his eyes flicker and his lips purse. You squeeze him and he clenches his teeth. You're the one smirking this time around.
Not caring about the dried leaves biting your skin, Kylo taking a step back to let you fall, your hands work over the buttons and zipper. You take his hard dick to discover his tip completely wet in his pre-cum – you set yourself to lick and suck him wetter with your tongue and lips.
Just like yesterday, you work him with your hand, his in your hair.
"Will you let me fuck your pretty mouth?" you let his hard cock get inside. "I won't be gentle," he whispers; neither have you been. Moving down his cock, you gag once around him before moving back, hands tightening in your hair. "You don't know what you're playing with. I'll show you."
Both your hands gripping the skin of his waist, Kylo pulls your head down his cock. Not reaching its base, he keeps you still, tears fall faster with your throat clenching around him.
"You like it?" he moves back to let you breathe, saliva falling on your shirt. He pushes back in to begin his slow thrusts. "Yes, you like it," his hands don't tug your hair, his fingertips caress you but his palms keep your head still, thrusts getting faster but never making you take more than half his cock. "How will you go back home, bad girl? Be careful when you sit or skirt goes up," his fingers dig into your scalp. "What will people think when they see your spit all over your clothes?" he lets you breathe again, you feel your shirt sticking on you – you don't care. You want to feel him cumming inside you.
He does fuck your mouth now. That's really the only way to describe his thrusting; you can't feel your tears, cheeks already too wet with them. Like almost the rest of you.
"Such a good girl," he says through clenched teeth, "I should write that on your tits next time," you're sure your nails must be scraping his skin. He stiffens, cock twitching in your throat, you hear a deep moan coming from him. Hips slowly thrusting through his orgasm, like yesterday, he lets his last drops fall on your tongue.
When he leaves you empty and his hands go away, you swallow, clenching your teeth, trying to get back the feeling of your jaw. Your own sleeves clean the saliva on your chin and neck, like he did. Kylo has put his jeans back in place.
His hands appear to get you back on your feet.
"Let me take you to your place," he supports you as you clean your knees from the dirt and broken leaves. "I can drive you there," you look at him, his hand griping your waist.
"Sounds good," you nod. He nods. Kylo lets go of your waist.
You follow him to the nearest parking lot, your shirt almost dry by the time you get to it, in front of you, a car parked with its passenger's door in the small forest direction. Kylo's hand shortly waves towards it, he goes around to get into the driver's seat.
He has carefully thought of this, hasn't he? Your stomach twists.
Seated in his car, seatbelt on, you give him a few directions to know where to take you. With a nod, he starts the engine.
Neither of you say a word. There's something nagging you. It doesn't matter, when you get home you'll take a shower and then you'll spend an hour trying to decide which film to watch on movie night. You think of your flat mate and there's that same uneasy feeling; she didn't expect you to come back for the night.
There's something in you that would love that too. Spend a night with him? Or just a whole afternoon, going somewhere, talking? You remember how surprised she was that he had any social skills to be dating around.
Did he date? Is this dating for him? Uneasiness.
Did he approach women this way?
"There," you tell him, tight lipped. Is he doing this with others?
He stops in front of your door. You unbuckle your seatbelt but don't move. You turn to look at him, he does the same, Kylo's eyes move to the window, your eyes; the window.
"What is this?" you ask him, he turns, resting the back of his head on his seat. "Just – do you go around masturbating girls?" his hands tighten the grip on his wheel.
You see his scowl deepen, he makes a short shrug, you don't move.
He faces you again.
"What do you want me to say?"
You clench your teeth.
"Nothing."
Getting out of his car, you slam the door, watching him wincing. Childish, but you tell yourself he deserves it. You make your way to your home, to your shower, and a sure to be interesting movie night.
