Unforgettable

Chapter 3

Noah Pov

    Her arms rested on my shoulders as hands lightly tugged at my hair, lips pressed onto mine while she sat on my lap, slowly grinding. Her puffy lips slightly parted and our tongues met. A hushed whimper echoed in my head, it was a hazy feeling, like I was just imagining it. I wrapped myself around her, pulling her further into my embrace, fully immersed in the scene. I felt myself harden against her, any thoughts of control vacant from my mind. I couldn't get enough of her sweet mouth. I groaned as her hips rocked back and forth on my clothed, throbbing cock. My hand traveled from her hips to her breasts, lightly squeezing one and earning a soft gasp.

    I began to kiss her harder, creating a dance with our tongues and taking control. I couldn't stop, I wouldn't; not when it felt so euphoric. Everything began to speed up, her fighting to take over while I continued leading the kiss. I continued gripping and squeezing her beautiful curves until she broke the kiss. I peered at her with half-closed eyes, still gasping for air. Even with her face skewered, face void of features, I knew who it was.

    "Noah," She said with a slight moan.

    "Mm?" I could barely speak.

    "Noah," She repeated a bit sternly.

    "Yes?" All of my attention was on her.

    "Noah, wake up," Then her movements stopped, the tranquil, cloudy atmosphere gone while bright LED lights flooded my vision.

    My eyes fluttered open and I realized I was in Garcia's class, Celine nowhere near me. No way. No way that was a dream. No. No. No. No.

    "Damn Noah, what time did you get to bed last night? You've never slept in class before," He looked really worried.

    "Oh, uh sorry I didn't mean to," I cleared my throat, trying to recount my dream before I forgot it.

    "I would let you sleep through the period but we're going over the test for tomorrow. I didn't think you'd wanna miss it," He winked and waddled back to the front.

    Garcia was an old, fat, Mexican man. He had an easygoing personality and was the nicest guy ever. Some of the girls shipped him with the other Spanish teachers, but those notions were quickly shot down when he brought his husband to last year's prom. I knew he had good intentions by waking me up but I selfishly wanted five more minutes in that dream world.

    As I lifted my head and stretched out my arms, I realized that I was bricked up. I was so hard that my pants barely concealed me, the outline so clear. My cock hurt so bad as I tried re-situating myself. Just as Garcia had finished talking and I felt myself becoming softer, I decided to look at Celine. Big fucking mistake. My entire body went stiff, she sat near the windows, just a couple of seats from me. She was writing something down, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth, lost in thought. The light from the windows illuminated her, a soft glow forming as I looked on in awe. Hair cascaded down her shoulders, and for some reason, I longed to touch it. Get a grip, stop this shit. I could feel my chest tighten, and my dick harden. She licked her lips a bit while writing and I imagined those thick, pink lips wrapped around my shaft; my cock twitched at the thought. I prayed that my sweatshirt covered my hard-on as I continued studying her beauty.

    "Noah, do you know what 'El pájaro' means?" Leon snapped me back to reality.

    I cleared my throat, "My bad, what?"

    "El pájaro"

    "I think it's a bird," I tried to keep my attention off my throbbing member while answering.

    "Cool, thanks," Leon went back to his work and all I could focus on was trying to get rid of my boner.

    I was going to ignore it but it proved difficult, my body reacting to her like fire, burning everything in its path.