He followed her.
She was incredible.
She had been subtly touching him at different times during the day. Just brushing beside him. That casual touch, now and again, sometimes a little lingering, but never actually making eye contact.
She had a self assuredness about her that he liked. She was liberated he thought, or perhaps just close to it. Needing to have someone help her in unlocking her mind to the pleasures she could experience without compromising her exterior façade. For what was on her mind, no one would ever know, and that gave a freedom, the liberation required. What was required was the courage to go there, to travel, to taste, to breathe the wonder of life; in her mind.
To release form the shackles of the conformity placed on her. The expectations, the requirements; and engage pleasure for herself. For pleasures sake. For her sake. Mental intoxication. Euphoria; blissful release. Pleasure in the extreme.
And so as she walked down the corridor of the school, he followed.
An excitement fell over her. Her heart was racing. She knew this was close to the boundary for her. Not really what she should be doing. She breathed deep, for in a way she was afraid. In another she wanted a release. An excitement, a danger, a risk, a secret to be kept very deep. An arousal. For she was now aroused. The mere thought of it. What she had in mind, so erotic.
It was something she was never supposed to do. But it was something she wanted to do so badly it was making her wet. Her nipples were erect. She had it; the intoxication. She breathed deep and it felt great.
So she stopped in the empty corridor, at the notice board, and looked. Nowhere but blankly at the board. Not reading. Listening as he approached, to his footsteps. Leather soles on the concrete floor. He stood beside her and her heart raced faster. Her imagination running wild.
"We need to finish this" he said.
