You're sitting in Chem class waiting for class to begin there was still a few minutes to allow students to file in and take their seats. Brett had been sort of distant from you since what had taken place in the woods and what had happened in those woods was still very graphic in your memory. Gave you masturbation material for the whole weekend he didn't call, but you weren't going to let him know that. Just one thought or mental image of Brett's strong bare thighs in the moon light made you go dizzy and hot. You shouldn't have worn that thick cardigan over your dress today. Just one thought about those lips on your neck made you go into a haze.
You yawn as your head droops over your hand resting. The class finally starts to file in one by one and some in groups. The stool next to you is pulled out and a loud scraping sound hurts your ears, but instantly jolts you awake. You turn to see the boy who had not texted you all weekend even after having sex on friday night. Your face starts to burn and your throat started to feel dry, you could hear your heart and you could hear his. Both beating quickly clearly nervous.
Why would he sit down beside you? Even after not speaking to you in two days.
"Hey." He greets pulling his text book onto the table.
You turn you head away from him, but damn did he smell good today and you weren't just talking about his cologne, but his skin. It was the scent of his skin that made your body heat and produce sweat. It reminded you of how close he had been that night. The tight embrace.
"Did I do something wrong?" He scoots in close toward you.
You look up at him and tilt your head to the side and sigh.
"What's wrong?" He asks. "This time."
"No text, no call, no facebook message, or even a snapchat."
"I don't even have a snapchat account." He scrunches his face.
"Are we just a 'get off'?" You lean in and whisper.
"What? Isn't that what you wanted? You never called or text me." He glared at you.
"Well how was I to know if you wanted a text from me, aren't you supposed to be the one to text first?" You huff.
You turn away from him getting a different vibe from him that you didn't like. It seemed cold and distant. Your mind wandered to saturday morning, waking up to the cold morning chill with orange and pink sun light beaming in your eyes. There had been a strong arm locked across your chest, arm in between the valley of your breasts, keeping you tight against Brett's. There was a soft breathing in your ear. You slowly had moved waking him up, he smiled down at you warmly.
"Morning." He had said.
"Good morning," You replied back. "I didn't expect us to be out here this late in the morning. What time is it anyway?"
"Good morning class, I assume you are all ready for this quiz." The teacher says.
You stop thinking about that morning when the teacher starts handing out quizzes. He places the quizzes on the table. You had studied for it, but wasn't in the mood because of the guy beside you. You were angry, yet very turned on by his very presence, why did he have to be so tall and take up so much space and smell the way he did? You start your quiz answering the questions and then looking up at the clock. Once done you turn it over and raise your hand to go get a drink of water. You walk out of the class room and head toward the farthest away water fountain from the classroom. Once at it you lean over the fountain and press the button.
"You sure are taking forever to drink some water." Brett says from behind you.
You jump coughing on the water you were swallowing. You move to the side to allow Brett some water, you wanted to find some way to splash it in his face. To ruin the mass of hair he had on the top of his head. You start to walk away from him no matter the urge to just jump him and take him there. It was that, maybe that was all that you two had, this sexual attraction to each other, but there had been more than just that right? He had taken the time to make it a date, to make sure you really wanted to do everything you two had done. You foot steps start to drag, passing lockers and posters on the wall.
"I like you Bri, " He says watching you slowly walk away from him. "And I was scared to text you or to call you. I had never had sex before even if it seemed like I had. I mean I've done everything, but sex, but this was something new for me, this is something new for me. What am I supposed to say to you? All I could think about the whole entire weekend was just laying beside you and waking up next to you. That sounds so-"
You stop and squeeze your hands into fists why was he telling you all of this? His sexual past like it was important. He had stayed by your side the next morning, making sure you got home safely in some sort of clothing. He did like you?
I was scared too," You say turning around and breathing in deeply. "What was I to say to you? We experienced something intense. I can't stop thinking about that night. God you just sitting next to me in class made me want to just-"
Brett runs up to you and grabs your face, raking his hand through your hair. He leans in trying to hold back a kiss and you gaze at him. He kisses you tenderly and you reach a hand up to his face. His kiss become more than just tender, something growing in intensity and aggression. Flashes of friday night pop into your head, his bare body on top of your's. Brett breaks away quickly and pulls you down a darker hallway that wasn't used as often. He looks at you in a way you weren't sure of and you finally get a look at what he's wearing. A long sleeve v-neck sweater and burgundy pants. Everything he wore looked great on him. He gently slams you against the wall of locker and looks both ways to see that there was no one in the hallway.
"Wearing a dress today," He says whispering and looking down at your legs. "Want to make things dangerous."
"Point system with rules this time?" You say looking up at him. "Only if things mean something."
"They've always meant something, you've just denied it," He bites his bottom lip. "Why would I do this with anyone else, but you."
He lowers his face toward your's and kisses you gently, then trails his lips down the corner of your mouth then to your chin, then they skim your jaw line. He kisses the skin beneath your ear and goes lower kissing your neck, moving his mouth more aggressively knowing the marks would disappear. And you swear you feel his fangs nip at you. His kisses go lower to your collar bone and he kisses down the front of your dress unbuttoning the top buttons exposing more surface area to press his lips to.
"What about class? Other students walking out of class?" You breath starting to feel hazy from the effects of Brett. "What about the quiz, did you finish it?"
"Of course I did," He chuckled against your skin. His warm breath made you get a chill from how cold the hallway was. "We are in a part of the school that most people don't go in."
"What about the teacher catching on that we've been out of class for too long." You breath again and feel Brett press another feverishly hot kiss against your skin, sucking and nipping, this time between the valley of your breasts. His mouth move to your left breast.
"Don't worry about such silly things." He says getting down onto his knees. Why was he on his knees?
"What about someone seeing us?" You say frozen against the lockers. "Get up Brett!"
"That's where the points system comes in, I'm going to see how fast I can make you c-"
"In the middle of the hallway?" You ask looking down at him. Even on his knees he still looked tall. He looks down the hallways then back at you licking his bottom lip. "It's one thing out of site, but in public?"
"Makes it dangerous doesn't it? And really hot," He says. You can hear his heart beating faster and faster. Even he was aroused at this moment and you could smell it. "If you're not okay with this, I'll stop."
"I'm okay with this...just I don't know...maybe..." You look down at him again.
"Call or text." He asks smiling.
"Yeah," You say shyly. "Maybe."
"So you'll wear my hoodie during games then?" He asks with bright eyes.
"Only if you want me to I guess and we go on an actual-"
"Date?"
You open your eyes wide when you feel Brett pushing the bottom of your dress up over your thighs, the cool air meets your skin and a pattern of goose bumps rise. You feel his hand reach up to the waist band of your underwear and quickly pull them down to your ankles. They were a red color today and lacy. He stared down at them fascinated, biting his bottom lip.
"Why is it that it always seems like you're prepared to get some?" He asks trying not to laugh.
"Can't a girl wear nice underwear?" You ask shocked. "Or own nice underwear without the stigmas attached."
"I'm just saying you wear nice underwear." He looks down the hallway again to see an empty space. "Sorry about attaching stigmas."
Brett breaths in for a second then extends a hand over your calve and starts to run it up toward your knee, you were wearing your knee high socks again, the dress called for them on that cold day. Cautiously he ran his hand up further past your knee and up your thigh. You lean back against the lockers breathing slowly, but deeply, taking in every bit of the sensitive touch. His finger tips were smooth like they had been last Friday night. Then he scoots up closer to you and grabs your leg lifting it up a bit. You feel the air hit your core. His lips find the inside of your knee and you gasp. They trail up your inner thigh leaving marks along the way, he was moving fast. Your dress is hiked up more and the kisses stop at your most inner thigh, the sensitive skin directly beside you most sensitive parts. His hair tickles at your waist and you try to hold in the combination of noises you wanted to make, but what if that was apart of the point system?
Then his lips meet your most intimate parts, kissing gently around the outside area before darting his tongue over the bundle of nerves. You tremble against the lockers almost collapsing and there is a heat forming all around your body. His hands reach around and grab your bare backside and move up to your waist, keeping you up straight, claws grown out and almost sinking into your skin. This was everything, you thought, his mouth on you, the idea drove you insane, but it actually physically happening caused you to not think clearly at all. You slam your head against the locker trying to leaning it back only feeling the pain for a second, mainly cursing the sound it made. Standing up during the process was a whole other thing, your legs were shaking, begging to close or to drop to the ground, your muscles were trying their best to stay up. They wanted to rest on his broad shoulders.
His tongue slows down, delicately trailing over the area causing your breaths to get deep and almost painful trying to keep the noises away. They were slow and circular around your nerves, creating a slow build of pressure in your stomach and between your legs. You were now afraid of him smelling like you around Scott, Malia, and worst one yet Liam. His mouth was making it almost painful down below now by how slow he was going and you needed the release, but he was seeing how long and how fast he could get you off.
"Brett," You breath out almost a moan. The sweat was now trickling down your neck and down between your breasts. "Bret-Brett. Please, now. We-we are going to get in so much trouble."
His hands rome up to the sides of your stomach and you almost giggle at the sensation. He had done other things other than sex and he was good, or you just really wouldn't know the difference. He lets out a low growl taking in a breath and you lose it. Was he enjoying this as much as you were? You could still smell his arousal. His tongue started to move faster, darting and teeth nipping in areas. You grip your hair and tried to maintain your stance, you wanted to collapse then and there. He went faster, sucking this time and then that's when the pressure in your stomach turned into complete pleasure and you could feel it all through out your body, like a buzzing and electricity. Your eyes roll up into your head and he doesn't stop, he continues through the orgasm, until you buckle and reach down to push him away from your sensitive parts. Then that's when you can smell yourself, he did what he said he wanted to do.
He removes himself from you and your dress falls back down over your thighs. You just stand there against the lockers breathing, legs still shaking, trying to come back to reality, still feeling the effects of the orgasm. Brett grabs your underwear and pulls it back up around your waist then stands up, pulling your dress back down. He leans against the locker beside you and you turn to look at him, his lips looking wet and face flushed. He grabs your face gently and pulls you toward him. His lips meet yours and instantly you open your mouth to get a taste. He continues to kiss you and at the same time button up your dress.
"We are going to have to go clean ourselves up," He whispers and you nod eyes closing. "That was fun. Can you imagine if I had done that to you on Friday night?"
Brett run a finger over his mouth wiping away the access.
"How many points does that get me?" He asks. "I'd say at least 5."
"Make it 10." You breath.
The two of you walk in two different directions toward the restrooms. You still feel sensitive below and would probably take a day for the feeling to go away.
