Her Touch

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THE BOOK CLUB consisted of reading a chapter on Tales of An Unwanted Beauty and discussing the plot and its significance toward its comparative idealism with that of oneself.
I looked at how Ava spoke with her hands flowing in the air and a smile never faltering on her lips. She kept taking sneak glances at me, which never went unnoticed, and every time my eyes caught hers, a shade of light pink would form on her cheeks, before she would turn away.
It was difficult to focus on what she was saying when I was still a bit flustered about what took place earlier and the fact that she had no panties on beneath her skirt.
Pressing my lips together, I looked at how her ankles were crossed, as she stood, and wondered if she was still uncomfortable, since she didn't have the chance to clean up properly afterwards.
My own body had after-effects of our actions, in which I had to keep my legs shut and a tingling sensation kept radiating from in between my thighs, which made my mind have dirty thoughts.
A sigh escaped my lips when she walked past me, her hand lightly brushing against my shoulder, making me shudder at her touch. I swallowed and inhaled deeply, as I attempted to focus my eyes on the whiteboard, which was blank, but I needed something to keep my eyes on.
Though, at first my staring competition with the whiteboard worked, my eyes travelled to her desk and I felt my breath hitch in my throat at the thought of what had happened right there.
I then decided that it was best for me to close my eyes, as I listened to her continue to explain something in particular that I wasn't paying much attention to.
But my mind played a cruel joke on me, making my body heat worsen and heart race, as I pictured Ava pressed up against the whiteboard with my hand up her skirt and her squirming to my touch.
My eyes quickly shot open and I shook the thoughts away, as I looked at the time on my wristwatch. I counted down the seconds until the session would be over. But I didn't know how long it would take. Ten more minutes? Twenty? Thirty? An hour? I didn't know how much longer I could go for.
Soon the class was finally over and I was extremely relieved. I headed out with everyone else, since I needed to use the restroom. My bladder felt as though it would burst, and I needed to get away from Ava, before I tackled her on the classroom floor.
After using the ladies' room, remembering to wash my hands and also my face, I tapped my cheeks with my wet hands in hope to rid myself from being so flustered, but standing there just listening to my hands slap against my face made me think of my hands slapping against Ava's nice, firm ass.
I, again, shook my head from the thoughts and went to grab a paper towel when I spotted someone behind me. Wiping my face, the person walked closer and to the sink next to mine.
The girl, with blonde, chopped hair and dull brown eyes, turned the knob to allow the water to run, before washing her hands. I grabbed my phone from my satchel and leaned against the sink, so that I could text Ava to tell her that I had a tutoring session, before I would make it home.
"Is that your girlfriend?" The girl questioned, as she turned the knob to stop the flow of water and stretched for a paper towel. She wiped her hands, as I placed my phone into my back pocket.
"No," I crossed my arms over my chest, as she smirked and walked closer to me.
"Here's my number then," her eyes travelled from my eyes to my chest, as she grabbed my hand and placed a piece of paper in it, before stepping away. She walked out of the restroom without looking back, as I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. I was a bit confused, but I stuffed it into my other back pocket without thinking and headed out of the restroom as well.
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AFTER THE TUTORING session, the girl making my anger rise and fall, I managed to not strangle the life out of her.
I walked home, as usual, not bothering to stop in for a smoothie, since I didn't want to have another discussion with that homophobic woman. Entering the estate gates that the guard opened, I searched for my keys inside of my satchel, which luckily didn't get lost when Emily threw all of my things onto the floor.
I opened the door and walked right up to my room, where I saw Ava sitting down on my bed with the palms of her hands covering her face. She looked as though she was crying. I walked over to her and rested my hand on her shoulder, in which she flinched away.
"Babe, what's wrong?" I dropped my satchel to the floor and kneeled in front of her. She lifted her eyes from her hands and sniffled, "babe," I cupped her cheeks with the palms of my hands and kissed her forehead, in which she began to sob even more, heavy tears streaming down her face.
"Why?" She whispered, lifting her sorrowful eyes to meet mine, "am I not enough?" She mumbled, slipping away from me, as she began to pace the room.
Her hair was a mess and she was dressed in a pair of baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt, which seemed to be damp with tears. I stood and pressed my lips together, as I watched her walk from one end of the room to the other, often passing her hand through her messy hair and mumbling something incoherent.
"Babe," she shot me a glare, as the tears continued to stream down her pink tinted face. She stopped pacing and shook her head.
"Are you fucking someone else?" She questioned blatantly, making my eyes widen.
"What? Why are you asking me that?"
"Just answer the fucking question, Kylie," I furrowed my brows.
"No, I'm not," I confirmed, walking over to her. She used the palm of her hand to push me back.
"Are you lying to me?" I shook my head and stretched my hand to caress her face, but she squirmed from my touch.
"Babe, I'm not cheating on you," she took in a deep breath, but didn't breathe out, as she began to tremble, "come here," I whispered, as I managed to pull her onto the bed and pushed her back, so that her back rested against the soft fabric of the sheets. I flipped a leg over to the other side of her body and straddled her, before slipping my hands under her t-shirt to cup her breasts. She let out a heavy sigh, as she began to breathe again, but turned her face to the side, as though she wasn't mindful of my advances.
I leaned down and kissed her jawline, allowing a low breath to escape her lips. She swallowed and closed her eyes, as I continued to trail kisses down her chest, until my lips reached the fabric of her t-shirt. I attempted to slip the fabric through her arms, but she pushed me off of her, making me fall to her side, and got off of the bed.
She walked over to my bean bag chair and sat facing me, without saying a word. I felt rejected and confused, not knowing why she was being the way she was. What did I do wrong?
My breathing increased and anxiety levels rose, as I thought of the only thing that might have made her forgive me for whatever I had done.
Stripping myself from my clothing, I laid bare in front of her, which I knew sparked her interest. I gulped with sadness in my eyes, not that she could see it, as I parted my legs to allow her complete, visual view of my bare vagina.
I slid my fingers below my stomach and began to caress my folds with gentle thrusts, with the hope that she was still watching. As I slipped a finger beneath my lips, I squeezed my nub in between my fingers, which made me let out a gasp. I continued, knowing that my actions were likely pleasing her, as I used my finger to spread my lips apart, with the intention to draw her in.
Within seconds, she was hovering over me, as her hand grazed against my clit, but she retracted her hand away almost immediately and slid to the side of my body, before helping me close my legs. She then wordlessly pulled the covers over my naked body and kissed my forehead, as she wrapped her arms around me. Tears began to flow down my cheeks and I nuzzled my head closer into the crook of her neck.
She soothed me until my crying had calmed down and heartbeat slowed in pace, "baby, why did you do that?" She ran her fingers through my hair.
I swallowed and pulled her closer to me, "you're angry with me," I mumbled, sadness laced in my voice.
She gripped my chin with her index finger and made me look her in the eyes, "are you guilty of something?" Her own emotions were visible.
I shook my head, "I just don't want to lose you," more tears began to stream down my face. She hurtfully closed her eyes, placed her hand behind my head and pulled my forehead against hers.
"It's not true, is it?" I looked at her with confusion, not knowing what she was talking about, "you don't even know what I'm talking about," she chuckled, as she wiped away my tears with the pad of her thumb. I shook my head again and she continued, "I heard a girl telling her friends that she fucked you in the restroom," I flinched and my sadness was replaced with anger and even more confusion.
"What the fuck!" I grumbled, as I shot up from the bed. I thought for a moment and remembered the girl who gave me her number. Grabbing my jeans from off of the floor, I took out the piece of paper and handed it to Ava, "she only gave me her number," Ava opened the folded piece of paper.
"And you didn't refuse?" She snarled, her anger evident, "you were considering it, weren't you?" I shook my head immediately, jumped back onto the bed and crawled toward her.
"I didn't even look at it," I defended, as I grabbed the piece of paper from her and threw it to the floor, "I don't care about that," I cupped her cheeks. She let out a deep breath, before she wrapped her arms around my torso and pulled me into her.
"Okay, I believe you," she calmed down.