The Senior, Part Nineteen
Part Nineteen
After what felt like hours of suspense which, in reality, was maybe five or ten seconds, neither of us could hold ourselves back any longer.
Technically, I initiated things, though only in the physical sense. This was hardly my fault, when Jade had been throwing herself at me ever since we stepped foot in the secluded room. Between the intimate embrace, her seductive whisper, and the way she was baiting me with her lips, I didn’t stand a chance.
There was nothing gentle about how we were making out. The moment I locked lips with her, it was like we were picking up where we had left off by her car that first night. Instant passion on both sides. This time, however, things weren’t over in a matter of seconds. Her hand found my hair within seconds, where she combed her fingers through my locks and plunged her tongue into my mouth to deepen our kiss. In response, I slipped my hands underneath her top and held her hips more firmly.
“Take it off,” she murmured against my lips, before kissing me again. It sounded less like a command, and more like something she was eager for me to do.
I didn’t think twice about it. Having reservations about doing this with Jade was a lot more difficult when my hands were on her bare skin. That, and she made sure I was rock hard by grinding against me. It also helped that she was currently reminding me of the girl I met at the bar, rather than the eighteen year old in one of my classes. Ignoring the distant voice in the back of my mind telling me that this was wrong, I gripped the hem of Jade’s tank top and began pulling it up.
She made the whole process feel effortless. As I neared her chest, she adjusted her arms and shifted away just enough for me to strip her the rest of the way. I had all of one second to take in her black bra and how removing her top made her hair slightly messy in a good way, before she was crashing back into me.
Rather than wrapping her arms around me again, Jade darted her hands down to my waist. As we made out, this time with her bra-clad breasts pushing into me, she hastily undid my belt and gave it a few jerks to take it off in a manner that was both rough and efficient at the same time. Right away, she moved onto my pants, undoing the button and unzipping them. If I wasn’t so busy kissing her and being more turned on than I had been in quite some time with a girl, I would have been impressed at how she was doing all of this without missing a beat where our lips were concerned.
Wasn’t this supposed to be just a kiss? Of course, we were well past that. Jade was topless and it wasn’t going to be very long until my pants were down. As if all that wasn’t enough, the last of my defenses were shattered when I felt her hand snake underneath the waistband of my underwear, where she wrapped her fingers around my still fully erect cock. Yeah, fuck following the rules. To show her I was very much on board crossing these lines, despite how I had attempted to assert otherwise leading up to all of this, I kissed her more intensely as she continued exploring me down there.
We made out for at least thirty seconds, during which I had to make a conscious effort to hold myself back down there. Between the way Jade was playing with me down there, humming moans against my lips, and everything else, I was surprisingly excitable despite the risky setting and situation. Finally taking a breather, though not straying too far from my lips, the auburn haired girl muttered, “Last I checked, I still owe you for last time. Handjob for fingering is fair, right?”
“I-” I exhaled, brushing my lips against hers. Technically, yes? But now that we had gone this far, I wanted something more than . . . well, more than what an immature teenage couple would do together under a stairwell or wherever at school. There just wasn’t a great way to articulate that, considering that I was supposed to be the hesitant one here. “What do you want?” I tentatively asked. Putting the ball back in her court, and saving myself the tiniest shred of plausible deniability.
“Hmm,” she quietly mused, brushing right back with her lips. We were both idly teasing each other with the break, and I was thoroughly tempted to put my hands somewhere more interesting at this point. I just had to figure out where things were going from here. Somehow, letting Jade take the lead was the preferable option. Considering that she hadn’t once shied away from flirting with me since that first class, I doubted she planned on tapping the brakes now.
Sure enough, she didn’t take long coming up with a response. “It’s really not that complicated,” she said, “I want to fuck you. Right here, right now. You game?”
I nodded. She made it sound so simple, and yet so sexy. Jade was the girl from the bar. If I could just keep thinking about her as the young adult I believed her to be, I could ignore the rest for a little while. Especially while we were both basically half naked and about to be stripping further.
“Good.” She pulled back a little bit further, to meet my eyes and so I could see her sultry smirk as she gazed up at me. “Strip me? From behind.” With giving me much time to process the suggestion, Jade removed her hand from my pants and swiveled to face the opposite direction.
Then, she backed up so there was still something keeping me hard. Glancing over her shoulder as I once again took her hips by reflex, she added, “And hurry, babe. I’m cutting class for this. Next time, let’s just do your place again.”