Hallway Desires

I walk down the hall, hips swaying, hair bouncing across my back. I’m wearing that tight shirt you like, the one that makes me look like a goddess in your eyes, and pants that seem to fit like a glove. My legs move smoothly, my feet stepping silently across the littered hallway. I carry a textbook clutched to my chest, and you curse and envy the object, for it covers and protects what lies just underneath my shirt and bra—you wish, for a split second, that your hand could replace that book.

You blush, realizing that someone might notice that you are staring, and look away, only to realize there’s no one else in the hall. There’s no one else in the school, it seems, and all you can hear is the dusty sweep of a janitor’s broom on the stairwell below. You glance up again, and this time you catch my deep brown eyes. Our eyes lock, and you notice what seems to be a glimmer of pleasure flash through mine, though they go blank shortly after.

I run my pink tongue across my shining, full lips, biting lightly on my lower lip, and you feel a chill run through your body. You can hear sounds of us moaning in pleasure playing in your head, you can see blurry, foggy images of our warm bodies melting together, but you shake these thoughts off.

I turn to my locker and bend over from the waist, setting down my book and giving you full view of the ass you have so longed to slide your hands over. You begin to cough, and turn to your own locker to hide the flush of redness that has surely crept up to your cheeks—not to mention the hard bulge forming in your pants.

You close your eyes, breathing deeply, listening to the sounds of me opening my locker and putting my book away, then closing the locker. You wish you could feel the smooth touch of my fingers sliding over your arms, your chest, lower…you gasp audibly, but try to catch yourself as you hear me turn around and whisper your name. The smooth sound of my voice cuts through your mind like liquid fire, and your eyes snap open as you slowly turn to face me.

There I stand, my dark brown hair shimmering in the familiar fluorescent lighting of the hallway, the light falling softly against my pale skin. My nose…the curve you’ve watched so many times…my cheek…the softness you’ve so longed to touch…my neck…where you’ve sought to kiss and taste forever now. My lips…the full, pink, luscious lips you’ve longed to feel burning against your skin, wrapped around your cock for so long now, my lips curve into a sly smile.

My deep, probing eyes follow the lines of your body, reaching the bulge in your pants and glancing back up to your eyes. I come towards you, my lips lightly parted, chest falling slowly up and down. You watch closely and intently, suddenly feeling like a deer caught in headlights, mind and heart racing.

“You were watching me,” I say in a hushed voice.

You barely manage to stutter a quiet answer, but it does not matter, for the next glorious words out of my mouth are, “Do you like what you see? Because I,” I say, as I glance at the growing poke in your jeans, “I certainly enjoy what I see.”

I look up into your eyes and push you back, against the locker, and step forward, my chest pressing against yours. You can feel my heart racing as quickly as yours, and you wrap your arms around me, pulling me closer.

Then it happens, what you have been waiting for—I kiss you, so softly at first, but then harder, flicking my tongue against your lips. You part your lips to gasp, but instead somehow our tongues twine together, and you can feel warmth spreading through your body. My soft lips pressing against yours, my tongue twisting with yours. I bite lightly on your lower lip, sucking on it as I slowly pull away. Your pulse quickens, your cock throbs, and your lips tingle.

But then something takes over…you pull me closer again and turn around, this time trapping my body between you and the locker. I cry out in surprise, but am soon quieted as your lips find the gentle curve of my chin and follow it down to my neck. You taste the sweetness of my skin as you nibble lightly on my neck, and the heavy breathing you can hear in your ear only heightens the sensations.

“Ohh…more, please…” I moan softly.

You look up at me with a smile on your face, realizing that the effects I have had on you—the racing heart, beating pulse, shivering body—realizing that I am feeling those same effects now because of what you are doing to me. You savor the moment, watching with pleasure as my eyes flutter closed, my swollen lips parted, gasping for air and moaning out for more. And you’ve had this effect on me with a few simple kisses…what more could happen?

You choose to find out. I take your hand and slide it up the curve of my leg, over my hip, to my shirt. You gasp and press closer to me as your fingers touch the soft skin of my stomach, as your hands move somehow involuntarily higher and higher. You slide both hands around my back and fumble with my bra clasp—my fingers meet yours and quickly undo the hooks. My silky bra becomes loose, and your heart quickens, knowing that one of your wonderful fantasies is about to become reality. I pull off my shirt and cry out as I feel the cold metal of the locker against my back.

I slide my soft, small hands under your shirt and pull it off, then pulling you closer. You can feel my hard nipples pressing against your chest. You long to feel my breasts in your hands, to rub your fingers against my nipples, and I take your hands in mine and move them up…higher…higher, until you feel the silky mounds of warm skin that you realize with pleasure are my breasts. My nipples are hard to your touch, and you rub your palms against them, then taking each one in your fingers and pinching them. I gasp and giggle, rubbing my leg against your groin, as if to remind you I hadn’t forgotten you. I hadn’t forgotten, but you had—the silky soft touch of my breasts had rendered you partially in awe, and you could think of nothing else at that moment than to keep your hands there, forever.

I rub my warm hands down your body and run my fingers over the button and zipper of your pants, undoing them and pulling them to the floor. I slide my hands into your underwear and your heart goes haywire, not knowing what to do. You close your eyes in ecstasy as you feel my fingers closing tightly over your cock, knowing that you are slick enough with precum for what I am about to do.