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Queen of Redmond High

April Oreo Short:

Pansexual Queen bee vs Geek Charming masc

Student X Teacher

Enemies to Lovers

Someone's forced to do the splits. While she's standing.

Enjoy.

                                                                       

"This isn't a negotiation!" I snap back, lunging again for my spectacles and managing to get my fingers around them this time.

Unfortunately she used the distraction to deftly snatch my free hand from the air, and direct it exactly where she had been wanting it to go this whole time.

The moment my digits make contact with her wetness, she lets out a low and needy moan that has my nerve endings lighting up like a fireworks display.

It's like the molecules in my body have suddenly reoriented themselves to draw me to her, instantly deeming her as north on my internal compass.
I can't stop myself from feeling her, from sliding along the slippery soaked lips of her pussy.

She's so warm, so inviting. My fingers traverse the heated silk slide that leads to a single destination, which they enter into with an uncanny amount of ease.

"Fuck yes." She groans out, tilting her face into my neck, which is easy now that I'm leaned across her body. She hasn't let go of my glasses, even though I've gotten ahold of them as well. Kalita uses her hold on them, and on my wrist to pin me right where she wants me.

Her tongue licks up the side of my neck to my jaw, until she's whispering in my ear, "Do you know how mad it makes me that my nerdy TA makes me this fucking wet for her? That I have to work this hard to get a geeky masc like you to fucking want me? It's not fair, Troian. I don't care how sexy you are, no one stands me up. No one tells me no."

Her words incite a fire in me which makes me lose all sense of reason.
I jerk my fingers from her, simultaneously jerking my glasses from her grip.

"Hey!" She yells, clearly pissed off. But when she reaches to get them back, I crush the wire frames in my grip and throw the now useless glasses against the wall in anger.

"No. And now you can't put on your little show for me in the back row like the desperate fucking slut you are." I growl in her face.

I should have seen it coming. I am nearsighted after all.

But I regret to say, I did not realize she was going to slap me until I was facing the little strip of wall between my desk and the dry erase board.

The stinging sets in at the exact same time my last straw with Kalita Harden, breaks neatly in half.