She's wearing black today. Black t-shirt. Black skinny jeans.
Her ass.
If I could die with just a handful of her ass, I would be -
"Hey man." Slamming his backpack down into a chair, Jasper sits heavily. "What? Stop looking at my bag." I glance at him, barely concealing the disgust on my face. 1, 2, 3, 4…
She's thinking about something really hard today. I've never gotten close enough to see if her lips are chapped, but I imagine that they must be.
I've also imagined them covered in my cum but that's neither here nor there.
I could fuck her here. And there. Wherever she'd let me really.
God. Her ass.
"Edward!" Jasper snaps his fingers in front of my face. I flinch back with a grimace.
"Keep those nasty shits away from me." I lick my lips. "I'm going to go."
"Ed, I just got here."
I roll my eyes. "I didn't say you had to come."
I grab my shit and get up. I walk away quickly, praying Jasper doesn't follow me. I glance back to get one last look for the day. Shit. My steps falter. I almost freeze but I remember where I am.
I turn around quickly. My breathing becomes choppy. Racing around the building, I lean back against the wall.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10…
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.