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Chapter 3:
The drive to Chilton the next day was pure torture for Rory, she was seriously regretting the way she behaved the day before.
Not to mention that her little encounter with Tristan did not thing to stop her little problem. Now that she had experienced a small taste of what it was like to be with Tristan she wanted more...no, actually, she needed more.
A few times she actually went so far as to turn the car around and start driving home again before she came to her senses and finally made it to the school. Her little internal battle resulted in her being late.
As soon as she walked into the classroom where her group was working she was relieved to notice that they had already begun work without her, which meant no awkward little encounters with Tristan in the hallway.
This was perfect, all she had to do now is stick with the group and run to her car at the end of the day, before Tristan had a chance to catch her alone.
Rory slid into her seat and muttered a small apology to Paris, who was shooting daggers into Rory through her eyes.
As Paris started speaking again Rory took the opportunity to look around at the other members of the group. Seated next to Paris was Brad Langford, who had slid so far down in his seat, presumably to get away from Paris, that he was almost sitting on his neck.
Next down was Madeline Lynn, who was twirly her hair around her finger, while staring into an open space above Rory's head.
Loise Grant was next to Madeline, and was sucking the tip of her pen provocatively while staring at the last member of the group.
Rory did not need to look to know who that was, but she glanced over anyway and was shocked to see that Tristan was not looking at Louise but staring straight at Rory.
Rory quickly turned her gaze from Tristan and to the desk in front of her, her cheeks turning a deep shade on crimson.
"So..." Paris continued, grabbing the attention of everyone in the group one again. "It's settled, we will do a couple of hours inside working on the theoretical side of the assignment and then go outside to work on the practical side."
"Outside?!" Madeline exclaimed. "Nobody said anything to me about working outside."
Paris rolled her eyes, "It is environmental science Madeline."
"Yeah, but there's, like, bugs and things outside." Madeline responded, with her face screwed up in disgust. "Plus, it's really hot outside."
Louise jumped in before Paris had a chance to speak, she already looked like she wanted to murder Madeline.
"Yeah I know babe, but just think..." Louise lowered her voice so that only Madeline and Rory, who was seated across from them could hear, "this could work to our advantage.
At Madeline's questioning look Louise continued. "If we are hot outside, Tristan will be hot outside, and if Tristan gets hot he will probably take of his shirt. He will use any excuse to show off that body of his...not that I'm complaining..."
As realisation dawned on Madeline and she let out a small giggle and nodded her head enthusiastically. Rory watched as Louise turned her gaze towards Tristan and slightly licked her lips. Tristan responded by sending the girl a wink.
Rory felt an unfamiliar tug in her heart after watching this exchange, but ignored it as being one of the weird things which she had been doing lately as a result of being tired.
"OK, well if no one else has any objections.." Paris stated, sending a pointed look to Madeline, "...then we should get to work."
A couple of hours later, Rory put down her pen and stretched her arms. The group had been working non-stop for almost two hours now and she was beginning to get restless. Rory excused herself from the group and made her way to the bathroom.
Several minutes later rounded the corner to re-enter the classroom and did not find 5 students hard at work, but instead found one student, sitting on a desk facing the doorway waiting for Rory's arrival.
Rory jumped slightly. "Yeah, remember my comment about you wearing the bell?...It still stands. Where is everybody?"
Tristan stood from the desk. They went ahead without us, I volunteered to stay back and let you know where they were."
Rory gulped, how could her plan have gone wrong? She had everything planned...she was not supposed to end up alone with Tristan Dugrey.
"OK, well thanks. We should probably get going then. You know what Paris is like..."
"Rory!" Tristan yelled, in an attempt to interrupt her rambling. "Don't you think we should talk about what happened yesterday?" He asked, as he slowly made his toward her.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Rory said, in a voice so low that Tristan could barely hear her. She turned her back to Tristan and made her way down the aisle to the front of the classroom, where she busied herself with cleaning Paris' noted off the blackboard.
She felt Tristan's presence behind her, and seconds later she had been spun around with her back pressed against the board and Tristan's hands on either side of her head.
"Oh, I think you do Mary." He leered, leaning his head closer to Rory's. "Yesterday you kissed me in the hallway, and I have got to tell you Mary if I had known you knew how to kiss like that, I would have tried to kiss you a lot sooner...my only question is what brought on this sudden change of attitude toward me?"
"Don't get a big head Tristan, that was obviously a lack of sanity on my part, the kiss meant nothing. I just got caught up in the moment, thats all." Rory ducked under Tristan's arm. "We really should go now, they are probably waiting for us."
As Rory began to walk against the door Tristan tugged on her wrist, spinning her back around so that she ran straight into his chest.
"You see Mary, I have my own theory about what happened yesterday. I think that I struck a nerve yesterday when I teased you about fantasizing about me, and that in reality you want me just as much as I want you."
Rory shook her head. "I don't know what your talking about."
"Come on Mary," Tristan taunted, slowly walking towards her. "Tell me about your fantasies, and I'll do my best to make them come true." Rory slowly backed away from Tristan, but he just kept moving toward her.
After a moment of silence Tristan continued, "You don't want to play? Fine, then I'll just have to tell you about the dream I had yesterday. It involved you..." The two continued walking backward, ...and me...and this very spot."
Rory stopped suddenly as the backs of her thighs hit something solid. She looked over her shoulder slightly and saw what it was...the teacher's desk.
While Rory was deep in thought, Tristan grabbed her hips and pulled her body flush against his own. "Do you want me continue Mary?"
"Come on Tristan, stop playing around." Rory muttered, embarrassed that Tristan would joke around about her situation. She placed her hands on Tristan's chest and tried to push him away, but he did not budge.
Tristan lowered his head so that his face was just inches away from Rory's, and in a low deep growl that made Rory's stomach flip, he asked Rory a question which made her both excited and terrified, more so than she had ever been in her life. "Who's playing?"
Within seconds he had lowered his face to Rory's, the two met in a kiss full of intensity and this time Tristan took control. He roughly pushed his lips against Rory's, before running his tongue along her lips.
Rory let out a small moan and Tristan used this opportunity to slid his tongue into her mouth. The two spent a while massaging one and others tongues with their own, as well and nibbling and sucking each others lips.
Rory was the first one to break the kiss, which earned a groan of protest from Tristan. The two stood with their foreheads pressed against one and other, trying to regain their breath. Rory was the first to speak.
"Keep going."
"Huh?" Tristan asked, slightly confused. He lifted his head so that he could get a better look at Rory, but she refused to meet his eyes.
"I want you to explain it to me...you know...your dream." Rory muttered. Her cheeks were flushed in embarrassment and her eyes refused to meet Tristan's.
Tristan smirked. Never in his life had he met a girl who could act so innocent and devious at the same time. It turned him on...big time.
"Well..." he began, "It was after school and everyone else had gone home, I stayed back because I'd gotten a detention..."
Rory let out a sarcastic snort, "Trust you to stay late after school for detention, even in your dreams." Tristan sent her a mock glare and the two shared a rare smile with one and other before Tristan continued.
"Anyway...I stayed back for detention and you had stayed back for the newspaper. I was walking down the hallway and I heard a noise and looked into the classroom and saw you. You had dropped a stack of papers..."
Tristan took the opportunity to look Rory up and down, subconsciously licking his lips as he did so, a move which did not go unnoticed by Rory. Her short denim skirt suddenly felt much shorter than it had when she got dressed that morning.
"...you were dressed like a naughty school girl..." Tristan grinned at the memory, "...and you got down on all fours and started to scoop all of the papers up, that perfect ass of yours was peaking out from under your skirt."
Tristan swiftly ran his hands down Rory's back and to her ass, which he ran his hands over before cupping it in his hands and squeezing it tight. Rory yelped in surprise.
"I walked into the room and bent down to help you pick up the papers, but you looked at me with those eyes and we ended up kissing...just like we were before."
Rory blushed at the memory. She still couldn't believe she was acting this way, but she liked the way that Tristan could take control but also had no problem letting her take control. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
"Keep going," Rory stated, getting more and more turned on as the story continued.
"Well eventually we pulled apart for air, and I picked you up and I carried you over to this desk. I sat you down..." Tristan picked Rory up and sat her on the desk, "...and I spread your legs and I stood myself between them."
As Tristan nestled himself between Rory's legs and began to trail kisses up and down her neck, she realised that he was acting out his fantasy in real life, and she was happy to help him do so.
"Then what?" Rory moaned, while tilting her head back to give Tristan better access to her neck.
"Then..." Tristan continued, his lips still attached to Rory's neck, "...we began to grind into one and other, our bodies rubbing against one and other."
Rory instantly responded by wrapping her legs around Tristan and ground herself into him. Tristan closed his eyes and groaned in response.
"Then what?" Rory whispered into Tristan's ear, her voice was husky and she too had closed her eyes because of the feelings she was experiencing.
Rory's skirt was now bunched up around her hips and the feeling of Tristan's zipper rubbing against her clit, which was covered only by the thin fabric of her panties was invoking feelings in Rory that she had never felt before, she had never wanted him as much as she did right then.
Tristan slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the girl in front of him, never in his life did he think that he would ever witness Rory Gilmore moaning and wriggling around in pleasure because of him, he was going to make the most of this.
"I think it would be easier for me to show you," he whispered into her ear.
Before Rory had time to react Tristan had pushed Rory's panties to the side and had plunged a finger into her wet center.
Rory threw her head back and moaned and subconsciously started to move her hips against Tristan's prodding finger. Tristan inserted a second finger and pressed his thumb to Rory's clit.
Tristan slowly started to move his thumb in a small circles, a move which made Rory dig her fingers into his back, silently begging him to move faster.
Tristan began to move his fingers faster, sliding them out half way before pushing them in even deeper than before.
Rory was now panting heavily. Her eyes had rolled back in her head and she was thrusting herself against Tristan's fingers, matching his pace. Tristan knew that she was close.
He leaned his head down and began sucking on Rory's pulse point, which made her moan again. Rory had never felt this way before, her entire body felt as though it was on fire.
Suddenly Tristan completely removed his fingers from Rory's center. As she began to let out a groan of protest he plunged them into her once again, giving Rory the first orgasm of her life.
Rory tightened around his fingers and her body began to shake violently. Tristan captured Rory's mouth with his own, muffling the screams which would have otherwise filled the empty classroom.
Tristan continued to slowly move his fingers, allowing Rory to ride out her orgasm. He looked down at her face, her eyes were closed and a small smile was playing on her lips.
Usually Tristan didn't care about whether the girl he was with was satisfied, but looking down at Rory's smiling face made him feel as though he could pleasure her all the time and never want to receive any thing in return...these feelings scared him slightly.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of her, and allowed her panties to fall back into place. As Rory slid to her feet he let out a laugh as her unsteady legs began to buckle beneath her and he quickly placed his hands on her waist to steady her.
The two teens met in a short kiss, before Rory turned them around so that Tristan was now leaning against the desk.
Rory looked Tristan in the eyes, before slowly dragging her hand down his hard, t-shirt clad chest, down his stomach to lightly cup the erection that was straining against the denim of his jeans.
"Rory!" Tristan breathed, her actions were causing him to become more excited, which was making him feel a small amount of pain at the feeling of his hardened cock pressing against the fly of his jeans. "You need to stop."
Rory pouted. "Do you really want me to do that?" She whispered, as she place light kisses down hos neck. She began to lightly rub him, causing him to moan and close his eyes as he leaned back onto the desk.
A few moments later he realised that Rory was no longer touching him, he quickly opened his eyes to find her standing a few feet away from him adjusting her clothes and fixing her hair.
When she looked up she saw Tristan's questioning eyes. "You're right..." she began with a mischievous smirk on her lips, "I should stop. We've been gone for ages, they will probably come looking for us soon."
Tristan let out a groan of protest as Rory turned and began walking toward the classroom door, she added a little swing to her hips as she did so, knowing that he would be watching.
"Oh come on!" Tristan shouted in frustration. Who would have thought that Mary was a tease.
When Rory got to the door she turned and looked at him. "So, a naughty schoolgirl huh?...I guess I'll have to remember that for next time." She sent him a smirk. "Oh and Tristan...If you ever want anything like this to happen again you better not tell anybody." She stated before continuing down the hallway to find the rest of the group.
'Yeah' Tristan thought, 'as if anybody would believe me if I tried.'
"Rory Gilmore is going to be the death of me" Tristan said to the empty room, before shoving his hands in his pockets and shuffling his way to the nearest boys room.
Ta-Da!...I'm not to sure how I feel about that chapter...how are you all liking the characters so far?
I'm not to sure what will happen in Chapter 4 yet..but I do think we will need to see Rory in a schoolgirl outfit! haha