Giving Up to Him

005

10:50am Tuesday

I was attending my favorite topic, sitting astride the arm of a 19-year old brutal thug who had no business even being in school.

Also: the man I dreamed about. Things were definitely getting worse.

It began as a sussuration but stirred me deep inside.

NO NO NO

At least I was ready for this. I thought, thinking of the panty liner, and cursing my body which gave up all my desires at a tall man's touch.

Now the big fingers were brushing against my panties.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Could I at least excuse myself and go to the bathroom?

Up.

Down.

I started to press my legs together, but the strong palm easily held them open, for its perusal.

At least he doesn't necessarily know. I thought, glad again for the panty liner.

Up.

Down.

My body gave a single, irrepressible shudder, as this brutal young man continued to toy with me.

Don't do that. Just stay still.

Now the fingers proceeded to a circular motion.

STILL, Cassy

Should I tell teacher? I thought, and imagined the whole scenario. My parents reviewing videos, and their disappointed eyes as their daughter pranced into a man's hands like a bimbo. Withdrawing from school. Everyone laughing when they passed my empty locker.

Up.

Down.

I looked down and saw my pen was rocking meaningless scrawls against the paper, like a seismograph of my perverted passion.

Up.

Down.

Up.

I ground my teeth, as little spasms of pleasure reached my toes.

Surely class must be over by now?

10:58 said the clock.             

As for my essay, I'd written one word. But I couldn't read it.

Around. Around. Around.

I could feel myself getting all gushy now for real. I kept my legs apart so the liner wouldn't spill.

Someone up near the front dropped their book and a minor cascade of laughter ensued.

The fingers stopped, and I gave a little sigh. Audibly.

WHEW

Now there was a strong push, and the big hand lazily inserted three fingers into the right leg band of my tiny panties.

NO NO NO I thought, squirming, and looking at the clock.

10:59

He'll KNOW

I squirmed away, on the cusp of revealing my desire for the very man who abused and belittled me.

DO SOMETHING

I could feel my delicate underwear fabric stretching, trying to admit space for this giant hand which exceeded my own leg in girth.

He'll KNOW

Be calm, I thought. All I had to do was wait for the bell... jump up and leave. Change my underwear in the bathroom. Tyler would never know.

10:59 - I watched the second hand ticking, and the dark male presence slid into me.

DO SOMETHING

I gave my hips a little wriggle, thrusting away from Tyler's hand in a jibe he wouldn't expect.

The second clock hand reached 11:00:00. I sighed with relief.

WHEW

I looked around for my bag, and squirmed upright, still astride Tyler's arm.

The clock swung merrily past the hour and continued ticking.

BUZZ I thought.

"What class do you guys have next?" asked Denouve, chewing on her pen tip.

BUZZ! I commanded the alarm.

The right leg band of my panties finally burst with a pop. Tyler's big hand had forced its way inside, compelling the fabric to stretch far more than ever intended.

BUZZ I pleaded, watching the second hand almost completing another circuit.

My little panties were torn, but I could feel the cotton liner still intact, holding back the flood of juices. I could still make it.

Just BUZZ. I prayed to the school alarm, vowing to believe in God or anything.

"Oh I forgot to mention." announced Mrs Goodman cheerily. "Our clock is being a slowpoke today! We've about 5 minutes behind."

My heart dropped into my stomach.

I gave up and stopped squirming my hips around.

The big man dandled me atop his arm, feeling the fight leave my small frame.

I choked a bit and a sigh of defeat escaped my over-painted lips.

The leg band conquered, Tyler started sliding his forefinger into my defeated panties.

A single tear slid down my cheek.

IT'S HAPPENING

I felt the liner shift, and in slow motion I felt something warm running down my thigh.

The hot girl-juice oozed down my haunch over Tyler's hand, time stopping briefly.

"What the fuck" sputtered Tyler behind me, withdrawing his wet arm.

I stopped breathing.

There must have been a few tears, since later in the bathroom, the makeup was pancaked on my face in gobbets.

RING!" went the bell.

I jerked up, putting the book over my lap and scampered out.

"Cassy!" called Lindsay, but I didn't even really register her in my mind.

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