"So I'm gonna try out for the basketball team." Simon said as he walked with Samira to lunch.
He insisted on carrying her books for her.
She was reluctant but she let him.
"That's nice." She said. She kept drifting back to day they made love to each other.
It was wonderful and exhilarating.
She loved to think about his touch. How one kiss can make her feel so much.
"Hey, Si!" A girl from his class, Brianna said batting her eyelashes.
"Hey, Brianna." Simon said respectfully.
Simon walked pass them receiving giggles.
"Could they be any more obvious?" Simon asked as they turned a corner.
Samira didn't answer. She was paying attention to his messy hair, his muscles bulging against his shirt, the smell of mint radiating off of him.
She couldn't help it. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulled them in a corner and kissed him passionately and hungrily.
Simon responded quickly by dropping the books in his hands and cupping her face, returning her kiss with the same intensity.
"Get a room!" Someone said as they walked past.
Simon pulled away reluctantly. "That's not a bad idea."
"Simon!"
"What?"
They laughed and Simon bent to pick up the books.
They made their way to her locker and he waited patiently for her to drop off her books.
When she was nearly done, Simon moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
She relished his warmth and leaned back into his chest.
"You look beautiful." He whispered softly in her ear.
It sent shivers down her spine.
"Simon..." she breathed. She wanted to kiss him, to touch him, to make love to him right now.
But they were at school.
His arm brushed passed her breasts.
"We can't." She said softly, trembling with desire.
"Perhaps not right now but later..." His voice was husky and she felt his lips trail down her neck and collarbone.
His hands had roamed down her arms, to her hip and gently turned her around.
He pushed her gently on the lockers, closing her own in the process.
He kissed her eyes, nose, cheeks, and sighed before brushing his lips against hers.
The sparks ignited their nerves and she pushed her body against his.
His hands roamed under her black T-shirt.
Her skin was soft and smooth and he wanted more, so much more.
"You're perfect." He murmured softly against her neck, arousing her.
"Simon..." she whispered her voice husky and turned on.
They had made love a couple of times, on a table, the couch, the wall, a chair, practically everywhere.
He groaned softly as she felt her pelvis against him.
"I want you..." He said, kissing her ear and neck.
He reached down between them and placed his hand between her legs.
She jumped slightly at the contact.
"Shh..." he murmured. He began to touch her, pushing against her jeans to feel her.
She moaned against his lips as he ignited her.
He played with her between her legs as much as he could with her jeans.
He could feel himself growing and wanted to have her right away.
He played with her until he decided he should stop since she had clung to him and moved her hips against his hand.
She whimpered as he pulled away.
"Mira..." he said softly. "Afterschool?"
She nodded unable to speak.
He kissed her three times before they walked away to lunch, excited to go home with her and fuck her.