Imagine a typical middle school. All the cliques, hormones and drama. All the trials and tribulations.
However, sitting on opposite ends of the classroom were two soul mates. They had gone to the school for some time, but the more they saw of each other, the more their infatuation bloomed.
His curls as blonde as starlight. His blue eyes. Freckled cheeks. Glasses. Nothing out of the ordinary.
If he was not in uniform, he would have been wearing his favourite sweatpants and hoodie combos.
Her…what could not be said about her? Her dark -almost black- brown curls and her brown eyes.
Irresh was struck by cupid's arrow. Straight through the heart. But he could not find it in his heart to tell her. How could someone like her be into someone like him? She was in a league of her own. The popular girl that everyone liked in her on-brand tees, knee length shorts and high-riding daisy dukes.
She might have looked like the confident type, but in reality, she did her best to internalize the way that she unravelled in his presence. Karissa had a reputation to keep. Why would he adore someone like her? Such was the repercussions of young love. She did not want to reveal her deepest desires to Irresh, only to have him reject her.
She saw him looking from the corner of her eyes. She hid her eyes behind her sleeve. Blushing like a schoolgirl. By the time she mustered up the courage to look back, he was focused on the blackboard.
It was a mistake. He wasn't looking at you. Why would HE be looking at you, Karissa? Be reasonable. Forget about it. She giggled to herself as she did the same. She fought the urge to survey the room. The lesson was boring. Something about history. Or was it geography? The teacher was a bore to listen to. As long as the class remained silent, the teacher didn't care if their class took notes.
Karissa bit her bottom lip. Gnawing dimples into her lower lip until the tingle faded into numbness. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Trying to quell the dampness between her legs. The heat of arousal spreading through her body. She needed a bathroom. The pleasure was unbearable.
She was spared from her feelings by the bell. It startled her out of her seat. The brunette leapt to her feet as if she was prodded by a hot iron. She collected her books so quickly she was out the door before Irresh had the chance to stagger to his feet. He rose slowly, collecting his notebook on autopilot. Trying to hide the way she made him 'stand to attention', as it were.
Mercifully, no one stopped him in the hall. The blonde was able to tuck his chin against his chest and speed walk his way past the bathrooms on his way to the next class. He was going to be late to class. He could not help it. It was because of her.
The blonde thought, leaning against the wall of a cubicle. Locking the door out of habit as he unfastened his fly enough to slip his hand in. Moaning her name under his breath as he stroked his shaft.
"Karissa…Yes. Hmnph. That feels so good~ Don't…stop. Karissa~ I'm going to…Ah. Ah. Aahhhh!"
Once he was done, he cleaned up. His blue eyes locking with his reflection.
A realisation hit him like a bolt of lightning.
"I love her. I AM going to tell her." He thought, splashing his face with cold water.
Meanwhile, Karissa slammed the door of the bathroom stall shut. The lock cocking like a pump-action shotgun. She shimmied her panties down. Spreading her legs. Hips grinding. Digging her fingers past her already damp folds. She closed her own eyes. Her breathing ragged. She had no patience for foreplay. She imagined that ever twitch of her petite fingers belonged to the blonde.
"Oh yes." She whispered. "Yes! Irresh~ Irresh! Don't tease me. Put it in. All of it. Please~ Please!"
Her orgasm ripped through her not more than a couple of minutes later.
"Damn it! I wish that really was him." She lamented bitterly as she unlocked the door, cleaned up, redressed and made herself presentable.
"I AM going to tell him." The brunette thought, drying her hands, balling up the soiled paper towel before tossing them into the wastepaper basket beneath the row of sinks. "Oh no! I'm super late!" She slapped her cheeks a couple more times before leaving the bathroom at a break-neck pace.
The two of them sat awkwardly in the class. Avoiding eye contact. Feeling guilty about their between class antics. The bell rang for lunch. Snapping them both out of their fantasies. They both rose slowly. Waiting for everyone to leave the classroom and the hall to be deserted before making their way to the door.
"After you." The blonde offered, holding the door open for the brunette.
"Well actually…" She said. "I have something to ask you."
His heart stopped.
"You do? What do you want to ask?"
He had rehearsed this moment, but found his words creating a mutiny. Refusing to cooperate.
She looked around before grabbing him by the collar.
"Promise me you won't laugh at me?"
"W-why would I do such a thing?"
"Because it's going to sound crazy."
"Hehe."
"You're already laughing." She pouted.
That was the final straw. He pounced, pinning her to the wall. His lips ravishing hers. She was rendered helpless. Her lips dancing with his. Surrendering.
"Irresh?"
"Karissa."
"Does this mean you want to go out with me?"
He nodded. "I think I love you."
"I love you too."
"What's the tears for? Was it that bad?"
"N-no. I just…I was so worried that you kept staring because I…I was a freak."
"What makes you think that?"
She shrugged, her arms slipping around his shoulders.
"It's a good thing we have the whole lunch together." He joked, watching her cute face light up.