Red desires

Chapter 1

I don't know what's going on anymore. It's like I'm losing my mind or maybe I'm just being paranoid. I find myself zoning out during the day. I was doing something and a second later, I'm somewhere else. And I don't recall anything. I once remembered perfectly sitting on my usual place in Mr Devon's classroom and the next thing I know, I was standing alone on the toilets of the building. I mean, does this have anything to do with what he says? Is he that boring? Thankfully, nobody was ever around to watch me with weird faces.

And not only that, but I also find myself thinking about things I've never thought before. Things like how tight Mr Devon's pants look, how big the bulge inside seems to be, like how I would like to rip that apart, right then right there. The only thing stopping me from it was the fact that I was surrounded by about thirty other people I genuinely know.

I spun my pen back and forth with my fingers as I daydreamed, completely out of track. All I could think of was when I could finally leave this place. I clicked on my pen nervously, and my feet couldn't stop tapping the floor in rythm. The dark look on my neighbor had me to stop, though. And the rest of the course seemed to slow down even more.

I looked at Jenny Roberts and Jason Lawson - the popular couple of the school - from the corner of my eye. Sometimes, I figure myself being in her place, as captain of cheerleader of the football team and also Jason's girlfriend. Ah, Jason! The most attractive guy in the whole school and all he could be with was that Jenny. She is supposed to be a real saint - actually, her parents are great supporters of the church - but everybody knows the two of them go at least once a week to Jason's place to fuck.

I could imagine myself tangled in his athletic arms, sharing a passionate kiss before he decides to run his hands underneath my blouse. The touch making me moan and my eyes roll back instantly. I run my hand in his hair, caressing him tenderly while he's not. He is far from being gentle. He would push me into the bed, getting on top of me, his eyes filled with hunger and lust. He wants me. No. He owns me.

He kisses me - hard - then his lips begins to withdraw from mine and went to my tender spot on the neck, leaving numerous hickeys. I can smell his powerful scent running through all his body, his hair and his chest. I can't think anymore. He gets my head with his two hands like a big trophy and tilted it a little so that the marks were clearly visible. He looked at it with proud eyes: "My marks", he said.

He then begins to lead my head towards his pants. So far, he wasn't gentle at all. I looked at him as to ask permission. He was not much of a great speaker. In fact, he didn't tell much in English class. Miss Evelyn was constantly sighing in frustration every time she had to check his copy. As an answer, he simply smiled, "go ahead" he nodded. Hearing his perfect deep voice is the only thing I needed. He doesn't wanna love me. He just wanna fuck like he never did before. And that, he knows.

I tear his zipper with excitment, enough to break it. But neither of us cared. I did as he said, I followed carefully his instructions. When he told me to swallow, I did so immediately. Oh my-my, I could taste it, it's incredible.

Hopefully, I woke up still in Mr Devon's class. I sighed in relief. It was only a fantasy, no one is ever gonna find out. It's all good. At least for now.

The only one who knows anything is my best friend, Lisa. Best friend is a big word, though. We are more of lunch mates since, all we do is sit quietly at the same table during lunch. We don't really bond with anyone else in the school and we'd rather keep it that way. We don't even share anything with each other. Well, not entirely. Sometimes she'd propose me some of her fries which I'd politely decline, and then the same goes for my yogurt. Nothing much. Yeah, we could have eaten in different tables where we could be really alone, but you know, it was kinda good being around her that way and I'm sure she feels the same. It's just the way we loved each other.