Walking into the classroom, I see him and some of our old friends sitting at a table casually talking, joking and laughing—acting as if nothing had changed since the last time we sat there. This is where we met, this school was where we started, long ago.
I progressively move closer until I'm standing at the table across from him. He smiles as he looks at me. I know it immediately, he wants me! He has a way of looking at me when I play my cards right, an almost primal gaze. I always love it.
I wish he could see my ass which is perfectly encased in the sluttiest booty shorts I could find. I shiver as he stares at the divide between my legs and licks his lips—he's slowly undressing me with his eyes! As they plunge deep into my cleavage, I feel as if his hands are roaming all over me, lightly, touching me.
My nipples are hardening and my breath catches. Our friends are all around us, talking and milling about, reconnecting, reminiscing, but his eyes are only on me, watching me. He's calmly waiting, not saying anything, because he knows I'll let him have me...eventually!
I'm expecting him to at least touch me when I get closer, but all he does is turn around on his chair so that his lap is available for me. There's no word or gesture, only a look and that cocky grin of his as he resumes his conversation. He knows I'll do as I should, as he wants, I don't need to be asked. He wins for now. But, I'll make him pay for this later.
I sit on his offered lap and he puts a hand on my thigh and the other on my lower back. Fuck, it feels good to actually feel his touch! I purr as he slowly and softly starts rubbing my lower back...I can't wait for us to be alone!
The day passes as we talk to old friends, make jokes, and laugh about our lives since we were last here, but never do his fingers leave my skin. I can't feel his hardness, yet, but I'm already wet—he made sure of it before we got here. He's using his fingers to keep me on edge, as if a channel of pleasure exists between his fingers on my back and my slowly pulsating labia.
Finally, the last of our friends walk out of the room. He continues to banter at their retreating backs and his laugh is still resonating as they close the door behind them. The same smiling eyes of a moment ago immediately bore into me with a renewed new glint. He grins, ready to pounce:
"My slut has decided to make an extra effort today. I like it!"
I begin to pout:
"You sound as if you don't like my outfit. Even though I got it just for you, you barely even looked at me"
I'm smug as I reach for the strap of my sheer top and start pulling it down:
"Maybe I should just take it off?"
He quickly grabs my hand and holds it firmly:
"Not yet, my lovely bitch. I get to open my presents."
His face is suddenly all I see as he's forcefully taking over my lips. When I taste him...I'm home! I'm done teasing him...I need him! I straddle him and my rock-hard nipples are smashing against his chest as I hug him as if to melt into him.
He's using both of his hands to hold my generous posterior. As he starts massaging, feeling, and molding my ass cheeks as he wishes, his tongue still darts around and barely flicks against mine. I'm smiling from hear to hear into our kiss as I bit his lip. Finally, he is getting serious.
I can feel his cock hardening as it pushes against my soaked opening, which my shorts are doing a poor job of protecting. I slightly lift my ass off of him, so as not to touch it. I want to make him wait—I want him to beg for it. Maybe I'm not done teasing him...
Suddenly, I feel the absence of his hand from my ass. I barely have the time to muster a protest before feeling a sharp pain on my left butt cheek. Surprised, I scream in pain and then groan with pleasure.
"Don't play games with me, slut...ever!"
He stares me down as he slams me against his dick to drive his point home. I decide to taunt him and defiantly smile as I lean into him:
"Shut up! You don't tell me what to do!"
I hug him fully and, with my head on his shoulder, whisper into his ear.
"Show me how you punish a slut who's been very bad."
I arch my back and sticking my quivering booty out, ready for him. He loses no time as his hand falls, unceremoniously, onto my lonely right cheek. I squeal and he follows with a left one. This is going to be fun!
His rhythm speeds up as his technique morphs. He's still hitting me just as hard, but every now and then, instead of a spank, he grabs a whole cheek, squeezes it, and lovingly caresses me. We've known each other long enough, I understand him. He's letting me know that I can stop him at any point if I don't feel good, but I do feel good. I want to feel more!
I grind harder against him to let him know I am OK. He smiles and starts kissing my neck—it's exactly what I need at this moment. First, he tenderly goes up and down the left side, licking my skin on occasion, while firmly holding my butt, now nothing but a ball of pulsating dull pain in his hands.
I'm moaning as he starts to nibble on my skin. The volume of my moans increases as the strength of his bite does. His hands have found their way into my shorts. Finally feeling skin on skin, he massages my booty, soothing it with his touch. I'm sure that he can feel how wet my pussy is as my shorts keep rubbing against my soaked mound and his thigh.
I love it and I'm letting him know by moaning even louder and pulling him into me. In response, he bites harder but starts to suck and lick my burning skin to sooth it. His tongue leaves my neck and he's moving it, ever so slowly, up. It's snaking up to my earlobe and, as he expected, I'm trembling.
Having positioned me, he roughly grinds my pussy against his hard-on while softly sucking on my ear. He's hard below but gentle above, and I'm melting into it. I moan in response and groan only one word into his ears:
"Harder!"
This seems to please him as he grunts back at me. His tongue gets more inquisitive, as if trying to map the shape of my ear. As he suckles and contours it, I gush. Suddenly, he pushes me back to my feet and yanks my already opened shorts over the curve of my round ass, exposing my cheeks to the cool afternoon air. I snicker, 'He can't hold it in anymore. I win!'
The fast movement jolts my birthday gift and I clamp up to keep it from following out of my pussy. That reminds me that this was all planned ahead of time. In the moment, I sometimes forget that we already talked it out.
He lifts me by my newly uncovered ass and lays me on the table. I groan as his hands leave my ass, but they're gone only long enough to take my shorts off before they're back, now on my thighs, pushing my legs open. He's staring at my exposed, soaked pussy. The silver end of the dildo that's been opening me up all day is staring back at him. He takes hold of it and starts to slowly move it around. I'm slightly sore, but not in a terrible way.
He looks up at me, smiling with the most adoring look in his eyes:
"You look fantastic!"
I shiver, taken aback. Suddenly flooded with emotion I start :
"I love you, t—"
My answer is cut short as he yanks the dildo out and ruthlessly smashes it back into me.
I scream in response.
"Yes!"