Friends With Benefits - P.JM | 18+

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You know, it wasn't like this before. What happened?

Your hand strokes my thigh, the wetness pooling deep within me. My hand moving toward your thigh and the smirk slowly makes it on your smug face.

Your eyes landing on mine before I slowly whisper, "Keep your hands to yourself."

You simply respond, "I could say the same, princess."

I purse my lip out of shyness.

A breathless chuckle leaving your throat before our teacher calls out, "Guys. Pack your things, you're dismissed."

I quickly pack my belongings, watching as you pack your own. Getting up to tuck my chair in, you press yourself up against me, your hands squeezing at my hips. I slightly whimpered; I was sensitive to touch.

You chuckle once again. Yet, you moved away so quickly. This was a secret, remember? Our dirty little secret.

The constant messages. One after the other. Each one signifying multiple red flags, yet each one was causing me to flutter, flutter with amusement, flutter with happiness.

Our first hang out was nothing unusual, we simply talked, laughed, made jokes, got to know one another, we had fun.

The second. Oh, the second. If only the second never took place.

Once again, we sat in math. Touching each other, it was consistent. We were most definitely horny. I couldn't focus, my breath harsh and heavy, one after the other, the rhythm rapidly changing.

Writing the work down was starting to become a struggle, my focus was not on the numbers, at all.

My pen no longer on the paper, slowly making it towards my folds; my leggings were quite tight and see through. The nib of the pen now stroking my bundle of nerves, I silently grind against the chair, I must keep quiet, shouldn't I?

The teacher stands up, causing me to straighten my posture almost immediately.

I hadn't noticed, so I removed the pen and looked up, "Class, dismissed."

I sighed out of relief. I haven't been caught, at least, not by him.

You're pressing up against me, yet again. Nudging me whilst we exit the class, making sure it was done unnoticed.

This time you leave without saying much.

Your name pops up on my phone. "Jimin, is typing.." my heart races, I was eager.

Hurry, hurry. My mind tells me. I wanted to know what you'd say this time. Another dirty phrase? Another joke? Another funny little comment?

"Jimin has sent a chat."

my breath stops. My thumbs constantly rotate over the screen, contemplating whether I should open. If I'm too quick, I'd seem desperate, right? If I'm too slow, I don't care, right?

I turn off my phone and make it downstairs.

I had to wait a few minutes. I'm not desperate. I'm not desperate.

I'm desperate.

I pull my phone out again and see the chat.

"Come, let's meet again."

I thought of our first time. Oh, how I was excited.