Veronica gave herself a few minutes to splash water on her face and to mentally regroup before exiting the bathroom. She pulled down her 'Out of Order' sign as the door closed behind her.
The bell rang out proudly as classroom doors everywhere burst open to release their prisoners. The buzz of teen voices filled the hallway as students made their way to their last period of the day.
Veronica pushed through the crowds of people until she was at her destination. She passed through the doorway to her final class and took her usual seat at the back.
Biology.
Where this all started.
This was the only period that she shared with Logan this semester and he generally sat at the perfect vantage point for optimum viewing. Honestly, this was all his fault if you think about it.
Moments before the bell sounded, as usual, Logan strolled into the classroom with his typical strut of confidence. Normally she'd roll her eyes at his aura of arrogance, but today it just made her bite her lip and wish they were still pressed together against the bathroom door.
Logan made a point of giving her a wink as he walked past her desk, sexy smirk on his extremely talented lips. He made sure to graze her knee as he passed.
Her cheeks burned pink and a shiver shot straight to her core. Damn him, he knew exactly what he was doing to her and he was enjoying it.
Logan found his usual seat just kitty corner to hers; she could practically touch him from here and she could certainly smell his cologne. The things that his scent did to her were almost embarrassing, it made her want kiss her way up his neck and leave her own marks on his skin.
She lifted her collar at the thought. She had almost forgotten about the purple bruises that had already started to appear on her skin. Later she would appreciate them when she was away from prying eyes. Until then, popped collar it was.
As the class drew on Veronica had probably only caught a tenth of the words the teacher had spoke. Logan seemed to have a surplus of energy as he shifted in his seat to a distracting degree. Or at least if you were completely focused on him it might distract you.
Out of the corner of her eye should took a moment to really appreciate Logan's beauty. She knew that he was handsome, but the word beautiful felt like it fit too.
He had eyes that she could get lost in, and those lashes that framed them were almost unfair. And those lips, soft and pink, and capable of inflicting serious pain or serious pleasure. Maybe that's why she was so drawn to him, she had a strange allure to pain.
She was shook from her thoughts as Logan fidgeted again in his seat, knee bouncing rhythmically under the desk.
She welcomed the distraction back to reality, her thoughts for Logan were supposed to be scrictly physical, and she didn't like the direction her musings had started taking her.
With a quick smirk back at her, Logan leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head in a position that he finally seemed comfortable with. Veronica couldn't help but notice the way his shirt rode up exposing pale skin above his jeans. The cut of his hips forming a 'V' that dipped below the fabric made her mouth water. And the thought that in just a few hours she would be allowed to explore those lines in any way she wanted made her wet somewhere else.
Making sure that the teacher was turned towards the chalkboard, she grabbed her phone out of her bag as discretely as possible. She quickly typed out a message and hit send.
V: Do I have your permission to fantasize about you right now?
She could hear the faint buzzing of his cellphone receiving her message, she waited in anticipation as he slowly, excruciatingly slowly, reached into his bag to retrieve it.
She couldn't help but notice the way that he gripped the phone just a little bit harder as he read the message. Her mind instantly imagined how else he could use those fingers instead of just clicking the buttons in reply.
When he glanced back at her again she noticed that his eyes were just a bit darker, and the way this gaze trailed down her body with such hunger had her now fidgeting in her seat. Her phone buzzed in her hand as he turned back to face the front.
When the teacher was sufficiently distracted again Veronica opened the text message.
L: Only if you tell me exactly what you plan on thinking about.
Veronica felt the butterflies in her stomach again as excitement coursed through her. She craved his attention in a way that she couldn't explain, but she would have to analyze that later.
She paused with the message open, mind realing with idea after idea of what she wanted to say.
V: Well that's tricky, I have so many fantasy I could choose from.
V: Do I want to picture you bending me over the teacher's desk and fucking me from behind? Or should you finger me beneath my desk as you play with my nipples? I want to feel you bite them.
By now his breathing was getting more shallow as the words she wrote seemed to sink in. It made her warm all over to see that he was just as affected as she was. She had to restrain herself from reaching out and touching him.
V: No, I got it, I want to picture exactly what I was about to do before you stopped me in the bathroom.
She hit send and watched as his eyes scanned over the message, this time she knew why he was squirming and she took pride in the thought. When he reached down below the desk to secretly press a hand against the newly forming tent in his jeans, Veronica felt her stomach tighten with hunger.
Her phone buzzed and she quickly opened it up.
L: Tell me
Veronica squeezed her legs together for friction as she typed, her pussy ached at her own words as they became real inside of her mind, vivid images passing by like a film.
V: I want your big cock in my mouth.
She hit send waiting for his reaction before she continued to type. He bit his lip hard at her message, and she could almost swear she saw a hint of blood. He gripped the device tight as though to stop himself from reaching down below his desk again.
V: I wish I was beneath your desk, between your legs. You look like you could use some relief.
She kept glancing at him as she continued to type out her fantasies. Her own breathing getting slightly laboured with each passing word.
V: I would unzip your pants until I could free you from your tight jeans.
V: I would grab you in my hands and feel you.
V: I've never touched a cock before, I want to know what it's like.
He closed his eyes tight for a few seconds at her words and his jaw clenched, muscle rippling below the skin .
V: I bet you feel so good.
V: But touching you isn't enough, I really want to taste you.
V:Can I taste you Logan? Please?
She knew that she was teasing him now, but the way it made her feel to beg was worth it. And the hushed curse that he uttered under his breath was worth it too.
L: Yes
The message was short but she could tell how affected he was, he had lifted his knee to hide his erection, and the thought that she could have such an effect on someone like Logan was beyond exhilarating.
V: I would lean forward and lick the tip to taste you, I bet you taste good too.
V: I would wrap my lips around you and suck, I don't know how to do this so you'd have to tell me what you like.
V: Haw hard, how deep. Maybe I can take all of you in, or maybe I would choke.
Logan's knuckles were turning white as he gripped the edge of his desk for dear life. He was hanging on every word and she was hanging on every fidget and white knuckle.
V: I'd do all I could to please you, just like you pleased me.
V: I want you to make you cum for me.
V: I want you to cum in my mouth, would you do that for me Logan?
The bell rang loudly catching Veronica off guard, she'd been so wrapped up in her fantasy that she'd almost forgotten that she was at school.
Students stood up around her and she couldn't help but smirk at the way Logan was holding his books in front of his jeans.
"Fuck 8 o'clock." He bit out in a tone that only she could hear. "Come to my house now."
And who was she to argue.