The classroom buzzed with hushed whispers and the soft rustle of pages. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on your desk. You were lost in the lines of a novel, when a shadow fell over your page.
It was him – your classmate, the one with the piercing blue eyes and a smirk that always sent a shiver down your spine. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "Wanna skip class?" he whispered, his voice low and husky.
Before you could respond, his fingers brushed against your thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You glanced up at him, your eyes meeting his, and you felt a surge of excitement.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class, but you didn't move. You were caught in his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest. He reached out and gently traced the curve of your hip, his touch lingering.
"Let's go," he murmured, his voice barely audible.
You stood up, your legs feeling weak, and followed him out of the classroom. The hallway was deserted, the only sound the echo of your footsteps. He led you to an empty classroom, the door creaking shut behind you.
The room was dark and empty, the only light coming from the window. He pulled you towards him, his arms wrapping around you. You felt a spark ignite between you, a connection that was both thrilling and terrifying.
His lips brushed against yours, a soft, gentle kiss that sent shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes, surrendering to the moment, the world fading away.
His hands found their way under your skirt, tracing the curve of your thighs. You gasped, your breath catching in your throat. He chuckled, his lips brushing against your ear. "Relax," he whispered. "I won't hurt you."
His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid to break something delicate. You felt a sense of peace wash over you, a sense of trust that you had never felt before.
His hand moving down underneath your skirt,him chuckling at you as you were so wet. As he moved his fingers up and down rhythmically you couldn't help but moan, the sound echoing in the empty room. He smiled, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness.He shifted his gaze to your chest as your nipples were seen through.He couldn't resist but suck it. Suddenly you both heard footsteps approaching you , him who didn't want to leave you in the mid fastened his fingers till you feel that end pleasure.
