After Class

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟶

𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓸

I still had the taste of Cassidy lingering in my mouth. I wanted to familiarize myself with every inch of her body. But I had to say goodbye and send her on her way because she claimed her mother would be upset if she weren't home on time. Now it was the next day, and I had a particular item in my pocket that I would get little Cassidy to wear later today.

I already knew all of her classes and when she would be in the hallway. Her third hour is study hall, and at the beginning of each third hour, she walks to the bathroom. Luckily, I have planned for that hour as well. I was waiting next to the bathrooms in her hall inside the staff bathroom. I heard the unmistakable sound of her footsteps, light but confident.

Before she could even think to panic, I opened the door when she was about to pass and pulled her into the bathroom. When the door was closed, I pinned her against the bathroom door and got a good look at her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips bruised from my onslaught of kisses yesterday. I knew I found too much satisfaction in the way her lips bruised, especially knowing it was by me.

"Sir? I don't think I should be in here," she whispered, always worried about being the good girl she was.

"You have permission," I said, finally coming back to my senses.

"By who?" She asked, her eyes darting behind me and all around the bathroom. Before she could get too distracted, I took her chin between my pointer and thumb, tilting her face up to look at me. I felt every curve of her body pushed against me, which had me drowning in my desire.

"Me," I said before slowly kissing her lips, savoring the taste of peaches on her lips. I knew she had one every day before lunch, and I always wondered what it would taste like. Slowly I kissed down Cassidy's jaw, then her neck, and the tops of her breast nipping at the fleshy part of her body.

My hands molded onto her waist and dragged down her hips until I was at the bottom of her skirt at her mid-thigh. I dropped to my knees before her and watched as her chest rose and fell. I could see her nipples through the thin material of her bra and white button-up.

I bunched up her skirt at the hips and saw the white cotton underwear hugging her hips. I laid my forearm to hold up the dress and slowly tugged the sides of the underwear with my teeth and hand. I helped her step out of them before raising her thigh to my shoulder. We said nothing with the rising anticipation, and I could barely stand the way my heart thumped harder in my chest.

It was unfamiliar, but I didn't dislike it. It just scared me, but before I could think too hard about it, I leaned forward and kissed her inner thighs, teasing her, practically feeling the shake in her legs. Then I dived in, and I didn't care if I seemed like a starved man or not, but I couldn't get enough of the taste of her.

I brought her to the edge of her orgasm but stopped before she could cum. I heard her whine in a complaint and looked up, flashing her a smug grin. Slowly I brought my hand to my pocket and pulled out the underwear from my pocket, and helped her step into them. I was a twisted man, and I knew she thought it was her underwear that she put on. It was white cotton underwear almost identical to the one she was wearing.

I didn't think it would work out this way, but it just made me feel sick satisfaction over everything else. I picked up the original underwear and stuffed it into my pocket. Standing up and helping her rearrange her skirt, I gained her attention back to me. "Stay after class, and you will get to cum no sooner, yes?" I posed it as a question letting her know she had a choice.

"Yes sir," It was an out-of-breath statement, and I knew she wouldn't enjoy what I did next, but it was going to be worth it in the end.

𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒹𝓎

It was finally the fourth period, and I was squirming in my seat. I swear to god. Santos has a magic mouth, but what he did today in the staff bathroom was straight-up cruel. I had been thinking about cumming for the rest of the day, and I had enough sense not to torture myself and not meet him after class.

I was attentive in class, though, and I think I did start to learn the material better. When I was suddenly called on, I lifted my head to look up at him; being his dominating presence, I couldn't let my eyes stray away from him besides my paper.

"Did you hear me, Cassidy?" He asked. I nodded and opened my mouth to answer the question but was suddenly cut off by a high-intensity buzzing between my thighs. It was quiet, but the pulsing had me almost folding in on myself.

"I-I," I heard myself stuttering before I had to clap my hand over my mouth to smother a moan. I bit into my palm, and my vision started to blur. I had felt nothing like this.

"Since Cassidy couldn't find her words, I'll have to ask someone else," that he turned and paid attention to someone else. The vibrating continued throughout his lecture, and I was almost close to cumming, but the vibrations weren't intense enough.

I knew what had happened. It must have had something to do with hit with the random bathroom pull aside. He had to have changed my underwear without noticing. When he left us to do our assignment for the day, I felt the vibrations slowly rising, pacing me to the edge. Then there was a sudden spike.

Then I came so hard my vision went white. I felt the familiar taste of blood in my mouth from biting my palm so hard. I felt limp, but the vibrations lowered but still went steady, overstimulating me even more than I have been the whole day. I finally looked up to see him watching me with dark intent in his eyes, and I could feel goosebumps rise all over my body.

What had I gotten myself into?