I Could

I could feel her body against mine when we hugged. She even asked me why I was clinging to her so much. I couldn't bring myself to tell her the real reason, so I distracted her by flirting instead.

This morning, I woke up feeling something sticky and gross down there. It wasn't uncommon for me, but this time, I felt like doing something about it. I slid a finger inside, feeling it tighten around me. But it didn't feel the same anymore-something, or someone was missing.

I could imagine her reaction if I told her about this. So, I decided not to. I told myself I'd handle it like the adult I was supposed to be. But I couldn't.

Instead, I made a decision. I was going to ask her to have sex with me. That was final. But how? Just go up to her and say, "Hey, do you want to have sex with me?" No--that would make it sound like I only wanted her for her body.

Why was I even considering doing this?

Maybe I should try to get her in the mood first. That way, it would seem like we both wanted it, right? Yes. That's it. That's what I'd do.

I was already wet just thinking about her. I couldn't even imagine how she'd touch me, how she'd take me apart. I didn't know, but I was determined to find out today.

I thought about relieving myself, just to take the edge off. But I stopped. No--I wanted her to see how wet I was for her, how desperately I craved her lips on mine and her body beneath me. How utterly gone I was for her.

Lost in my thoughts, I moved through my morning routine automatically, finishing before I even realized it. I was ready--ready to see her.

I ran to school, hoping to get there before she did, so I could prepare a little something. But, as usual, my hopes were dashed. She was already there, laughing with her friends.

The moment I walked in, her gaze locked onto mine. That intense stare. God, my morning shower was about to be pointless.

I waved at her, and she waved back, her smile wide and warm. I returned a polite smile and rushed to her side-I needed to start my plan immediately.

I tugged at her hand, and she gave it to me without even glancing my way. Nervous, I sighed. Damn it- why did I always treat her hand like a stress ball when I got flustered? Now she wouldn't know what I was trying to imply.

Still, I refused to give up.

I fiddled with her hand, racking my brain for a new approach. But thinking too much wasn't helping.

So, I stopped thinking.

I grabbed her hand more firmly and pulled her with me. I didn't care about the location anymore-l couldn't wait any longer. I led her into the washroom, closed the stall door behind us, and pressed her against it.

Her eyes locked onto mine, and I saw the recognition of my hunger reflected in her gaze. Slowly, I leaned in, closing the small gap between us until our lips finally met.

Her lips were soft, warm, and addictive. My hand tangled in her hair while hers settled on my waist, both of us pulling each other closer with an insatiable desperation. We only broke apart when we needed to gasp for air, but I wasn't done.

My lips trailed down her neck, my hand sliding lower until it cupped her breast. I kissed her skin, gently at first, but my touches grew hungrier. My lips found her nipple, sucking and teasing, as my fingers squeezed and kneaded.

She moaned softly, her body arching toward me, and I couldn't stop myself. I pushed her skirt and panties down in one swift motion, kneeling before her. I placed gentle, teasing kisses along her inner thighs, making her squirm.

When my tongue finally met her, she was soaked- desperate for me, just as I was for her. I licked and sucked her clit, my hands gripping her thighs to keep her steady as I worked her over.

Her breath hitched, and I knew she was close. I looked up, catching a glimpse of her flushed, beautiful face-a blurry, panting mess. It was intoxicating.

As I pressed my tongue harder against her, she cried out, her body shuddering as she came on my face. She was breathtaking.

I stood, wiping my lips as I whispered, "Beautiful."

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, her expression shy and dazed. She was more stunning than any flower I'd ever seen.