Stupid Fool +18

Chapter 3: Admitting defeat

The weekend was bland compared to the few exciting minutes I had spent in the library with Gojo. Saturday and Sunday came and went. And then it was Monday. The week flew by too and before I knew it it was Friday again. I avoided the library and left school right after my shift ended. I hadn't seen Gojo all week again. That was one of the most confusing things to me. Where did he go? Was he avoiding me?

Whatever. I obviously don't care.

It was the weekend again and I planned on having some fun. I took the subway home like usual. On Fridays the subway was always packed, that was also one of the reasons I had stayed late last friday, to avoid the hot subway cars filled with people. But since I had left school, there was no avoiding the uncomfortableness I was about to face.

I waited in the shoveled together line to enter the subway car. The doors closed behind me and I stood just about a foot away from the closed door. I could feel someone behind me, someone tall.

"I didn't know you rode the subway," a familiar voice spoke behind me, whispering in my ear.

Gojo.

Of course
it had to be him,
of all people,
of all the times.

I turned around to meet his eyes, he was wearing round balck sunglasses and I could just barely see his blue eyes above them. They looked good on him, I imagined everything did.

"Doesnt everyone?" I said snickering, I was happy to see him.
"How have you been?"
"Good and you?"
"I've been busy."
There was an awkward familiar silence. I stood in front of him smiling, which he couldn't see. I made sure to remain some distance between us, which wasn't very much.
"Are you ok?" He sounded serious all of the sudden.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"The way you ran off in the library. Did I do something wrong or make you uncomfortable?" He sounded worried.
"No. It was all...all very good," I looked up at him and gave him a reassuring smile, "I wasn't uncomfortable. I liked it."
He gave a small smile back, still not convinced, "Then why'd you run away. I wasn't edging you enough?" He cracked a joke.
I let a small laugh out, "No that's not it. I guess you could say...I've got too much pride."

What the fuck am I talking about???

"Pride?" He seemed even more confused.
"Something like that. I didn't like the idea of you winning."

Shut up you idiotic!! Don't tell him this!

He threw his head back and laughed, "Ha! Winning? What is there to win at?"
"I don't know! Shut up! I didn't say anything." I looked away, instantly feeling like an imauter teenager again.

Maybe I am being dumb. Why did I have to win? I was having fun in the library.

The subway car hit a bump and I fell back on him.
I could touch him.

"You turned your technique off. I can touch you."
"Uh..yeah.. I guess I did," He fumbled on his words, I'd never seen him like this before.
I felt my hips move with the movement of the subway car. I took a step forward, taking myself off him. His hips seemed to follow mine, but then he stopped and remained leaning against the closed door of the subway.
"You want to touch me. Admit it," I said.

I had the power this time.

Silence.

Fuck what I said before, Im going to win. So what if Im prideful. I'm going to get what I want. And what I want is for him to crumble at my feet.

"Admit it."

Still nothing.

The subway car doors opened and more people piled in. I took a few steps back and pressed my back against his chest. My ass lined almost perfectly with his crotch. He was already hard. This would be easy. The doors shut and the subway car began to move. I began to shift my weight back and forth and I pushed myself further into him. The subway car began to shake and it became bumpier than it had been before.

"What are you-What are you doing?"
"Making you helpless. You won't admit that you want me. You deserved to be teased. You can't have me and that's going to drive you crazy."

He was quiet.

And then I felt his hand move across my waist, to the waistband of my skirt beneath my belly button. His mood had instantly changed.

"Who said I can't have you?" He leaned down and his familiar warm breath breathed on my neck.

He pulled me even closer to him by my waistband and held me up on my tippy toes by wrapping his arm around my waist. He fit his hand in the cramper subway car to the bottom of my skirt. His hand started to pull my G string up above my hips, pulling my underwear tightly back and making it rub against my clit. He moved his hands up and down the fabric, to the top of my ass and then to the top of my mid lower back. He then snapped it back down to my waist and I took a quick breath in, it stung a bit. He then moved my thong to the side and started to rub my already throbbing clit. The fabric moving across it had somehow made me more sensitive and his cold fingers felt like they had even more power than the last time.

"Already so wet again," He said, still breathing down my neck. He was breathing harder this time. He seemed different. There was an intensity to him that wasn't there before. He started to move his fingers faster on my clit and I could feel his fingers starting to dig into my skin around my waist. I started to quietly whimper. It was taking all the power within me not to moan so loudly so that the whole care could hear me. I could just barely see his eyes this time over his glasses, which was an improvement. I titled my head back to look at him, and I could see how unwavering his vision was.

He was looking right at me.

Only me.

I started to whine louder.

He let go of my waist and I fell to my feet again. He had to hunch over a bit to reach my clit now and his fingers had slowed down. He took his free hand and covered my mouth.
"Don't tell me you already forgot," He whispered, "You moan for me and only me."
I nodded.

I'll do whatever you say.

He nodded back at me and took his hand off my mouth.
"God I love that fucking face you make. Keep your eyes on me, ok?"

I'll do whatever you say.

He started to finger me again.

"You're getting the floor wet. Youre such a fucking mess."
I closed my legs to stop from dripping on the floor, and this time he didn't stop me. Instead he took his fingers off me. And put them back by his side.
"Why-Why'd you stop." I was having a hard time breathing from holding back my moans.
"For your pride, of course," He smiled down at me, clearly satisfied with how upset I was about him stopping. I felt my face get hot and I turned away.
"Fuck my pride."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" He leaned down and put his head above my shoulder.
"I said fuck my pride..." I mumbled, now regretting what I had said.
"Could you say that one more time, just a bit louder."
I snapped my head to face him, "Oh! So now you want me to be loud?!"
Gojo just laughed in my ear and then stood upright again.
"That's it then...?" I asked sheepishly.
"You want more, then just admit it," He was having too much fun taunting me.
"Fine."
I felt his hands starting to wrap around me again and his breath quickened. I knew he was smiling.

I turned to look at him, "I'll admit it, that's all I want for today. That's all."

The subway had just stopped at my stop. I pushed my way through the crowd and exited the subway car.

"Not again.." I heard Gojo mumble under his breath feeling defeated.

Yes again. You're going to admit you want me.