Stefan and Elena were running late. They slipped into the classroom only few seconds before Mrs. Jones. They found their usual place in the back of the class empty, so they made themselves comfortable there. Mrs. Jones was going on about today's experiment they're about to go through. Stefan always loved Chemistry, he loved every subject that was more than learning bunch of pointless information.
But today, he had a hard time concentrating. And the reason why was sitting right next to him. He could not hear one word coming out of Mrs. Jones' mouth because of the way Elena's hair was falling over her bare shoulders. And the way she kept biting the end of her pencil. Okay, he could see more sucking than biting, and it brought some pleasant memories to him. He looked down at her cleavage, and he could see the lines of her breasts, teasing him. He knew she's wearing that pink, lacy bra he likes so much, he saw her putting it on this morning. He day dreamed about taking it off with his teeth, then taking her nipples in his mouth, exchanging them every minute. He looked down at her legs. Her dress was reaching her knees. Damn, if only it was a little shorter, he could put his imagination in use and see her creamy white thighs in his mind.
Chemistry class is the worst place he could choose to think about sex. He looked at Mrs. Jones, he could see her opening and closing her mouth, but her voice did not make it to his ears. He turned his look back at Elena. She was listening carefully, still biting the end of her pen. Did she have to do that? Wrapping her lips around a long, thick.. concentrate, Stefan. He tried to, but mixing a bunch of ingredients into a bowl was the last thing on his mind.
He had only one thing on his mind, and that was tearing Elena's clothes off her body, making her bend on the table they were sitting by, and fucking her senseless. Fucking her long, and hard, and the fact they were surrounded by bunch of people only made the whole thing that much more interesting.
He could feel himself getting harder and harder with every new thought that crossed his mind. He could not hold it anymore. His hand landed on Elena's knee. Her leg twitched a little under his grasp, mainly from surprise. He could feel her eyes on him, but his look was locked on her creamy white skin. She was like a vanilla ice cream to him, he wanted to lick her from head to bottom, savoring her flavor in his mouth. He started pulling his hand up her leg. That was when he raised his head and looked straight in front of him. He was completely calm. He looked like he's paying attention to what Mrs. Jones is saying while pulling his hand up her leg, removing her dress from it, and revealing the creamy flesh of her thighs.
She wanted to stop this madness. They were in the middle of a class. Even though they were sitting in the back of the classroom where no one could see them, or what they're actually doing, all of this felt wrong.
'This is wrong', kept buzzing in Elena's head. And because it was wrong.. it was that much more exciting. Her leg was like ice cube under his fiery fingertips. He was making her skin melt with one simple touch. He heart was pounding wildly, and her hands were shaking while she was trying to pretend she's paying attention in class. He squeezed the thigh of her left leg with his fingers before releasing it gently and moving his hand down between her thighs.
She could feel his fingers on her panties. He started rubbing her, and she could feel herself getting wet. After few minutes of playing with her, he stopped. She had to keep her breath to stop a loud moan coming out of her mouth. She wanted to pull his hand back and place it where it was few seconds ago, but that was not necessary. It was like he could read her mind. She could feel her panties being removed on the side by his finger. She glanced at him, and he was still completely calm, looking straight at the board in front of them.
He parted her slit with his finger. Damn, she was met. Her eyes met a smirk on his face, so she smiled in return. He loved getting her wet. He loved the fact he could get her wet.
He started fingering her while keeping a completely calm face. She was trying to keep calm too, but she was caving in. Only few more minutes and she would be begging him for more. Elena was a screamer, and he knew that, so he decided to slow his tempo down. He also decided to put one more finger in her. As he entered her, she barely kept herself from squeaking. Stefan chuckled silently, and Elena very well knew what he was thinking. How damn tight she is. He loved repeating it to her over and over and over while they were having sex.
She was burning up, and the only thing she wanted to do was to touch him too. But even before she had a chance to do so, bell that meant the end of her class rang, and in a hurry, Stefan pulled his hand out of her panties, and started putting his books away. Elena, on the other hand, needed a minute to process what in the hell is going on. Stefan looked down at her and smirked. He took her by the hand and lead her out of the classroom. Elena had no idea where they're going, but she kept following him as they were walking down her hall. She did not have any other choice, though, since his grip on her wrist was hard. When they reached the end of the hallway, Stefan opened the last door on the left and shoved her in, entering after her. As she parted her lips to say something, he had put his finger over them, instructing her to keep quiet. Then he removed his finger from her lips, and replaced it with his own.
He kissed her so hard she almost stumbled. Her knees were weak, and it was a good thing he was keeping his hands on her back. Elena could hear the bell that meant the class has started, but she had a feeling they're not going to class. As soon as Stefan heard the bell, he pulled himself away from her, stepped back and locked the door behind him. He turned around to her with a grin on her face.
Before she even knew it, he appeared in front of her. He took her in his arms and lifted her from the ground. She giggled as she wrapped her hands around his neck. She bent her head down and kissed his neck. She could feel herself being lowered down on something cold, wooden and hard, probably a desk. He started kissing her neck, slowly and patiently, but she was in no mood for games. She had a feeling like she's going to explode.
"Stefan, you do not have to be so gentle with me" - was a comment that made him raise his head. He looked into her eyes before smirking.
He took her dress off so fast she was not even able to see it. She could feel his fingers reaching for the sides of her panties and pulling them down her legs. He placed himself on top of her, supporting himself with one of his hands, while the other one was busy with unhooking her bra. The bra slid off her body to the ground. He took one of her already hard, pink nipples into her mouth and started playing with it in his mouth. He sucked it, then nibbled it a little, enjoying the silent moans coming out of her mouth. She pulled her fingers through his hair. He had let go of her nipple and started planting his kisses lower, and lower.
He kissed the inside of her left thigh. She moaned in anticipation. He could smell how aroused she is. He inhaled deeply, capturing her rich and musky famine scent. He started circling his lips around her opening, touching her lips with his mouth, and the first touch of his lips on her flesh made her jump. She was moaning out of pleasure and anticipation. He enjoyed teasing her, but he knew where to pull the line. He ran the tip of his tongue along the length of her slit, gently parting her inner lips. She started squirming while groaning. He licked the whole length of her slit again, but this time he probed deeper into her. He started dragging his tongue along her smooth inner walls, savoring her unique taste. Because she really did taste unique. She tasted like all of his favorite flavors and scents. He could remember everything he loved when he was a human. Cinnamon tea, how house smelled on Christmas Eve, snow, gardenia bushes, the scent of his favorite lavender shampoo. She tasted like everything he loved.
She started moaning harder and louder, so he moved over to her clit, which only made her squirm more. But he continued to suck on her clit. She started moaning his name which only made him suck harder. He could feel her body stiffen as he lead her through one of the countless orgasms he gave her in the period of their relationship. He could feel her body relax, but she was panting heavily.
He raised his head to look at her. She had a satisfactory smile on her face. When her body calmed down, he took her by the hand and pulled her up from the table. He pushed her towards the wall, gently enough not to hurt her, but hard enough to let her know he's respecting her wish - he's not going to be gentle with her.
He had a cock harder than steel in his pants, and she could feel it pressing it on her buttocks. He took both of her tits in his hands and started massaging them and playing with her nipples, lightly. He started kissing her neck. Somehow, she managed to slide her hands and to reach for his zipper. She unzipped his pants which fell down his legs, followed by his underwear, all by the little help of her fingers. She took his erection into her hands and started pulling his fingers up and down his hard cock.
He made her let go of his erection as he turned her around in a hurry. Her eyes locked on his. He had thrust himself upon her, kissing her passionately. He grabbed her hands and moved them upon her head. After few minutes, when he was sure she has no more air in her lungs, he pulled his lips away and looked at her hardening nipples that were pressing next to his skin and her hot, dripping pussy. His cock was ready to explode. He forced her against a wall, harder, still keeping her hands pinned above her head. With one hand he held her hands, and with the other he grabbed his cock, which was harder than he could remember. He made a step forward and brought his cock closer to her pussy, moving it along the length of her slit, making it wet with her juices.
"Just fuck me, Stefan" - she said through a moan.
'Your wish is my command' he thought as she started pushing his cock up her pussy. First he started slowly, but when it was half way in, he pushed the rest of it roughly deep inside of her. She groaned as he started fucking her. Her pussy wrapping around his cock was the best feeling he ever felt in his life. She was burning inside. Even though she was wet and slippery, she was on fire, from both inside and out. He was fucking her fast, hard and deep, and she was enjoying it. His lovely Elena, always so gentle and caring, his lovely Elena who called sex making love, his lovely Elena who not so long ago was ashamed of standing in front of him completely naked, was now asking him to fuck her not so gentle. So he did.
While fucking her, he bent his head down and started sucking on her hard nipples again. She pulled one of her hands out of his grip and put it on the back of his head, keeping his head pinned to her breasts. Finally, he managed to pull his head up and kiss her on the lips.
"You're so tight" - he said while kissing her lips.
"Just the way you like it" - her lips curved into a daring smile.
He started planting kisses on her neck while ramming his cock deep inside her.
"Stefan, Stefan, Stefan" - she started yelling his name in pleasure which only made him ram into her harder. "I'm going to cum" - she finally said, plunging the nails of her free hand in the skin of his shoulder. With that, he released her other hand, which flew down to her pussy, and she started rubbing her clit.
He had to slow down for a minute, but he was ramming deep inside of her again in no time. He could feel her body stiffen as he held her while fucking her. Her pussy tightened around his cock while he was fucking her into an orgasm. She could see stars in front of her eyes. She was panting heavily, but he kept ramming into her pussy for few more seconds until he came after her.
Her head fell on his shoulder as he still held her pinned against a wall. He could feel her lips curve into a smile while pressing onto his skin. If only every Chemistry class was this exciting.