Chapter 101 Vignette 90
The corridor lights buzzed faintly as I walked, notebook tucked under my arm, heading toward one of the empty classrooms I sometimes used to study late. It was easier when the school was quiet, when the only sounds were my pen scratching against paper and the occasional hum of the old ceiling fans.
As I passed one of the doors, I slowed.
Through the long window in the frame, I caught sight of Nathan. Head bent over a notebook, pen moving quickly, his posture sharp and focused in the dim glow of the desk lamp he’d dragged onto the front row.
I hadn’t expected anyone to still be here. Least of all him.
For a moment, I kept walking. But then I remembered…I still hadn’t copied his notes from last week. The excuse tugged at me, just enough to turn me back toward the door.
I pushed the door open quietly, the hinges giving a soft creak that made him look up.
His eyes met mine, surprised at first, then unreadable.
“Hey,” I said, a little breathless though I tried to sound casual. “I…uh…I was passing by and remembered… could I borrow your philosophy note?”
He slid the notebook across the desk toward me without a word. I thanked him quickly, my fingers brushing against the worn cover as I pulled it closer.
I should have left afterwards. That was the plan…borrow, go to my quiet corner and copy the note.
But instead, I hesitated, my eyes drifting over the half-filled pages spread in front of him. Equations, underlined passages, neat handwriting marching across the lines.
“You’re still at this?” I asked, my voice softer now, the emptiness of the classroom swallowing the sound.
He gave a small shrug, leaning back in his chair. “Couldn’t sleep.”
I nodded, chewing my lip for a moment. The chair beside him was empty, angled just slightly as if waiting for me. My fingers tightened around the notebook. Then, almost before I realized what I was doing, I pulled the chair out and sat down.
“I’ll just… work here too. For a while.”
The corners of his mouth twitched…half amusement, half seductive. He didn’t argue.
For a few minutes, the only sounds were the shuffling of papers, pens scratching, the hum of the fan overhead.
It was supposed to feel like studying. An intense one.
But it didn’t.
It felt cozy instead. Private.
Watching him get himself worked up for the assignment felt sexy. I didn't know why I was thinking that way but I couldn't stop myself.
The air felt thicker, heavier, like every small movement…the way I tucked my hair behind my ear, the way his eyes flicked toward my notebook…carried a weight I refused to name just yet. Neither did he.
At one point, my pen stilled mid-sentence. His gaze was already on me. I didn’t look away.
He leaned closer.
I didn't shift back or move
I just watched him. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted with me.
Our faces were just inches apart,
My breath tightened, heart pounding against my ears.
His breath tickled my cheeks as he leaned further.
Suddenly, the books in front of us didn’t matter at all.
He kissed my lips. Slow and light at first, taking it deeper the more I didn't resist.
Soon his hand was behind my neck, shifting my head forward, my mouth pressing into his mouth.
I kissed him back, my lips flushing inside his mouth, my teeth grazing his tongue.
He stood up from his seat, his mouth still glued to mine. He lifted me up as well, the kiss tightening, his hand moving up to my waist.
I moaned into his mouth when he dragged his hand down to my ass and gave my cheeks one sweet squeeze.
He turned me around, lifted me from the ground and dropped me on the table.
I gasped, my legs wrapped around him, our lips still entwined, sucking and savoring the taste of each other's lips.
My legs were spread apart, his body between them.
I could feel his cock rising, pressing against my pussy. I moaned.
He pushed his hips into me, his hard cock pressing against the fabric of my panties.
My breath hitched.
He pushed in again.
My pussy lips swole up, dripping off my juices that soaked my panties in seconds.
He broke the kiss, his gaze falling down between my thighs.
He looked back up at my face…into my eyes.
He shifted my panties to one side and felt my pussy, gasping at how soaked I was.
I moaned and threw my head backward, my weight resting on my hand behind me.
He stroked my pussy, wet sounds and moans shattering the quiet of the classroom.
I squealed and grabbed his head, his fingers stroking my pussy harder.
Then he stopped. He pulled his fingers out, my creams all over it.
He looked into my eyes, dragging his shorts down his legs.
His cock sprung out, twitching as it bounced.
He held it in his hand and shifted closer.
“We're going raw. I have no condom with me."
I gasped. Then nodded.
Of course, I wanted him to fuck me raw with that long and heavy cock of his.
He shifted closer, pulling me even closer with his hand behind my waist.
I whimpered when his dick touched my pussy lips, my legs vibrating, pussy aching for his cock to slide in already.
Then he pushed it in…just the tip.
He stroked my pussy a few times with only the small length before pushing more in.
I moaned.
He went deeper, so deep until all his long cock was inside me. He fucked me hard, his cock hitting my core, going even deeper.
His balls hit my ass as he slammed me, increasing force with every thrust.
The classroom wasn't quiet anymore.
The sound of his balls hitting my ass, wet slurpy sounds and the desk creaking under our weight, filled the air of the classroom.
He pulled out right before his cum erupted. He stroked himself and we both watched him cum.
Afterwards, we arranged our clothes.
“We should do this more often," he whispered, face flushed, knuckles white.
I chuckled, blushing, “yeah we should. Your cock is the best I've ever had."