Well, for me it was like that. she would stare at me. And she would catch me staring at her in the middle of a test or something and she would just smile and say " just focus on your test" with a cute giggle. Which at times made other kids in the class aware of what might be go in on there. Then one day I h ad to hand in a paper, of course I always take my time writing them so I handed it in late, but I decided to stay after class to hand it to her, instead of plop it on her desk and run. I handed it to her, and she started looking it over. She read the intro and grabbed my arm cause she apparently liked the wording, I think it was just her finding a reason to touch me casually. So after a few times of her doing that and giving me a certain look, I decided to play it off like I would read it with her. So I walked behind her and I started looking over her shoulder. By the way the paper was on a sappy story that happened in my life, I won't go into detail about it. But it was part of the reason for me staying after to hand it to her, I knew she would be all like "awww, you poor thing" and crap like that, definitely took advantage of that.
So anyway, I'm behind her and looking over her shoulder like I said. She gasped and put her hand over her mouth after reading something there. Which I then placed my hand on her shoulder and squeezed a bit and asked what happened. She looked up at e and said something, but at that time I stopped really paying attention, I was more focused on getting her to love the massage I was about to give her. I put my other hand on her other shoulder and started genetly squeezing and massaging. She let out a slight moan and a sigh and said somethin along the lines of "aaah, yea I definitely need one of those, I'm sore all over". So without wasting any time, I started running my hands down her back and back up again. Again, another little moan. after about 3 minutes of that, I noticed she wasn't reading the paper that was in her hands anymore. she actually put it down flat on the table and was holding onto the desk. I took this as a good sign and rubbed a little harder. I decided why the fuck not, and from her shoulders ran my hands down and towards her tits. I just barely touched the sides of them before I went back. And she let out a definite moan. I did that a few more times, inching closer and closer until I actually grabbed her tits fully in my hands. at which point she grabbed my hands while they were on them, tunred her head to look at me and asked me to stop for now so she could pack up her things. She wanted me to go with her somewhere. It was her car.
We get into the parking lot she finds her car. and right before she opens the door I run up behind her and pinch her ass, she giggles but looks around desperately to make sure no one was around. it was a college campus so well, there's people there at all times of day, but we were surrounded by cars so I'm guessing no one really noticed. Anyway, we get into the car, she drives, I'm staring at her. and I say somethin like "I see the way you look at me you know." She didn't say anything, but her cheeks started getting a bit red, and she had a little smirk. She didn't say anything back, so I continued. "I know you like me, I know that you get excited sometimes when I pass by you, or you squeeze my arms (I'm mildly in fit)" she cuts me off and says " and what about you whe n I catch you staring at me? Or when I see you stand up hunched over because your cock is too hard" At that point I was speechless, I didn't expect her to just come out and say something like that. I stayed quiet until we got to a red light, then I threw myself at her and put my hand up her shit while kissing her neck. She didn't resist, in fact she starting moaning like crazy....ok I'm tired, I'll continue the story later. hahaha. I'm sure about 50 people will call this shit fake, and that's fin e, believe what you feel like believing, but it's not. And I swear to god, for those of you with the "pix or it didn't happen" bullshit. Choke on a dick and die. A camera was the least of my worries at that point. Later.
- Dude