"Maybe think about shutting the tv off first, hmm?" She was still dressed in her Salvatore uniform, consisting of her blue and grey knee-length skirt and a white long-sleeved collared shirt that rose high to her chest, covering it completely so any amount of possible cleavage was concealed-it was a very modest uniform, to say the least. Ugly too, a little ugly.
Considering Dr. Saltzman had two daughters though, his choice of school uniform for the female students didn't surprise her. She thinks she might have left the matching blue sweater on the bathroom floor after having showered earlier, the one that went over the white shirt that had the embroidered S stitched into the fabric. She didn't know where it was though. It just wasn't on her.
Landon parted his lips as if he was going to utter his confusion, but instead he just shruggedand powered off the television like she asked, "What's up, Hope?" He didn't understand why she was standing at the edge of his bed with an exasperated expression in her eyes. He didn't understand why she was still holding the sweats in her hand. Was she going to put them on or…? What was his girlfriend doing?
"Check your back pocket, Landon."
She was smiling, he noticed, but exaggeratingly so. It was weird because Hope's usual smile would stretch her cheeks, but this smile was different. Her lips were closed, practically tight-lipped, which made her cheeks appear puffier. And her eyes-those blue eyes looked to be wild with impatience.
He hesitantly did as she asked and leaned over until he could dig his fingers into his back-right pocket, only nothing was there. He checked his left pocket and his eyebrows immediately rose. He was now fingering something silky, definitely fabric of some sort. He tugged it out of his pocket so he could see what it was. Landon's eyes widened when he finally realized what exactly he was holding in his fingers. Wow, these are so damn sexy. Did she seriously slip her panties into my pocket? His eyes slowly peered up to meet Hope's with a slack jaw and complete silence. He could only gaze into her eyes with pure astonishment. When did she slip them into my pocket though? And if her panties are in my hands than… His eyes instantly left her face at the thought, his eyesight dropping, dropping even lower until he saw her milky thighs. She didn't, no way. It was only then that he realized that his girlfriend's legs were completely bare-he wanted to slap himself for being so unobservant before-, rid of her usual navy-blue tights. She is... she actually is.
Luckily, Landon's mouth was already open because he had a question, "How long have you been walking around the school going commando?" His words were abrupt, sudden, but not exactly curt like he was scolding her-her body, her choice, but he was downright astounded.
The thought of his girlfriend wearing absolutely no panties underneath her uniform skirt as she stood at the edge of his bed-and dare he imagine her having to concentrate to make sure her legs were shut tight during her night class-made his groin start to harden in his jeans. Did she go to her night class like that? That was a question he wanted answered. Later though, much later. In the moment, Landon's only thought was lifting that skirt and diving his head underneath it. He didn't allow himself to think much further on it, the groan he let out sounding embarrassing enough-it was embarrassing the way her bare thighs called to him, practically controlling his movements- as he settled down onto his knees right in front of Hope. His next actions were immediate. He peered up at his girlfriend, taking in her startled face-he assumed she was startled because his hands made an instantaneous grab for her skirt-as he started to slowly ruffle the fabric up her stomach, "put your leg over my shoulder."
How long have you been walking around the school going commando? She wasn't sure what she expected, honestly. Having taken a shower an hour earlier, she had simply just not slipped her panties back on after. It wasn't like she planned this beforehand, but after exiting the bathroom and walking around the corner, she had spotted her boyfriend chatting with Rafael in the living area. Her panties were still bunched up in her grasp and she figured that Landon's pocket was the best place to hide them from view. Hope tilted her head back, the sweats in her hand slipping from her grasp as she focused on pinching her eyes closed-it was almost as if Landon's warm hands gently grazing her thighs and bunching up her skirt was calling out her blatant lie. She definitely did it on purpose, but she didn't know why she decided to. That was the honest truth. Listening to her boyfriend, she picked up her right leg and draped it over his shoulder, "Landon." Her tone was an impatient whine, her mouth parting, stretching with anticipation. Lips, tongue, please. They had only just recently journeyed into the physical aspect of their relationship, him having only gone down on her a total of-pulling herself from her thoughts, she quickly counted on her fingers. Her breath heaved and her teeth tugged on her bottom lip having felt her boyfriend's mouth start to kiss and lap on the inside of her thigh. Her hand relaxed. "Landon." Hope whined again, gently tangling her fingers in his black curls, "Landon, not there."
She was being extremely impatient, her voice sounding painstakingly penetrating to Landon's ears, so much so that it caused him to remove his lips from her thigh and stare up at her with a teasing grin. "If you keep being that loud, we're going to get caught and I'm not gonna be able to eat you out anymore." He kept his eyes locked with her frenzied blue ones, "Do you want that?" With his fingers, Landon began to stroke the patch of skin on the inside of her right thigh closest to her swollen center, keeping direct eye contact with her. He was highly amused, watching her teeth relentlessly chew on her bottom lip, as if trying to hold in her needy sounds-it didn't work. Her desperate moans only turned into choked whimpers. Observing her from on the ground, he kept watching her intense focus as she tried not to cry out in frustration. Her teeth kept on mercilessly biting her bottom lip shut.
He was beginning to think that had to hurt. One gentle pat on her thigh, Landon slipped his hand out from underneath the fabric of her skirt and crawled up her stomach. He captured her lips, immediately stopping her from damaging her lip more. The sound she made when his tongue invaded her mouth sounded strangled, a mix of aggravation-he assumed it was because her center was still left untouched-and that of relief-because he was kissing her. Landon knew Hope enjoyed his kisses. It was a sweet torture he knew that she couldn't and wouldn't resist, even if his girlfriend needed something else. And at this moment, she definitely did-but Hope still kept meeting his tongue stroke for stroke, sounds of pleasure and desperation escaping her throat almost as if she felt confused about what she needed the most-his delicious tongue inside her mouth, or prodding at her wet entrance. Each felt incredible and were equally as desirable, but the intense ache she felt between her legs made her low sounds of desperation overpower her moans of pleasure. She needed his tongue inside of her, needing her aching walls to constrict and spasm around something, instead of the nothingness she currently was.
Landon broke apart from her lips and replaced his mouth with his forefinger. Hope immediately sucked the digit into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it willingly and eagerly. His action wasn't a surprise-instead an expected kink of his. She sucked on his finger with relief, knowing his exact intentions with it. Yes, she wanted his tongue, but she'd take his finger just the same.