Dude, I Kissed Your Mom! (DISCONTINUED)

22. 💋

" What the actual fuck!"

A guttural growl she made at the catastrophe that befell her shirt, noticing the water had spilled all the way down to her torso, missing her pelvis by a fraction but that wasn't better. Her hands raised to her sides, Amanda gazed back down at the mess that embraced her attire.

Right there and then, the shrill cry of the school bell pierced through the already chaotic atmosphere as students rushed to their classes, except for me and her , leaving us to assess the damage of the situation. That's when I realized the eroticism of this mess. Her shirt was see-through.

Her shirt was fucking see-through!

You know what that means? I got a detailed sight of what hid behind that white crisp button down shirt of hers that was soaking wet and to add spice into the already arousing sight, the fabric of wetness appeared to be clinging onto her like a second skin. I couldn't peel my gaze away from her. I was momentarily hypnotized by the evident black bra that was calling out for my attention in a silent plea of seduction.

Her breasts....

" Look what you've done! I'm all wet!" Wet, you say? Everything spilling out of her lips sounded erotic. She said she was wet....her shirt is taunting me with the sight of her boobs behind the black bra, I just had a vivid naughty dream of her asking me to fondle them..... everything was wrong and intense!

God, and her first two buttons remained undone, creating a plunging V line that brought a fraction of her cleavage to view.

" What do you have to say for yourself,huh?" Her voice, though harsh and icy , still managed to awaken the beast behind my trousers' zipper.

" I'm sorry...." An inaudible whisper, eyes glued on to the swell of her breasts through the now indecent shirt.

Her inability to detect the eroticism of this all was astounding, probably masked by her anger towards the freak accident I just subjected her to as she groaned loudly before brushing past me , storming to wherever. Blinking my eyes a hundred times in an attempt to wipe out that image, I turned to face her , calling out to her .

"What?!" She yelled back, turning to face me as well and my eyes shamelessly land on that wet parch once again, turning me on.

" Where are you going?" I asked in a gruff voice, finally managing to peel my eyes from that region, focusing on her eyes that spoke of wrath.

" To dry off, I can't teach with a wet shirt!" She retorted.

" Do you have an extra shirt or-"

" No I don't, but thanks to you, I'm going to have to borrow a shirt from one of the female teachers. I hope one does come through,"

" I said I was sorry !"

" Your 'sorrys' are meaningless right now so unless you have an extra shirt in your pocket I'd suggest you zip it!" An angry response. She's about to storm off once again but I find myself making huge strides towards her , reaching her in a split second, before curling my fingers around her elbow, gently tagging her back. She did not appreciate that as her petite but well endowed body came crashing against mine.

" Excuse me? Why are you manhandling me as though I'm your wife?" I blinked at that audacious question , her voice sounded nothing like what I'm used to hearing from her. Almost like she was speaking a foreign language of some kind, the word 'wife' having me in a metaphorical chokehold.

" Wife?" And that's when I realized just how close I'd pulled her to me, her front practically pressed against mine, the warmth of her body seeping through the fabric of my clothes to stain my skin, her perfume encapsulating us both in its amorous scent of pure unfettered allurement and I somehow forgot how to breath as I held it inside my lungs. Like I was holding on to a fragile memory. Afraid I'd lose it if I exhaled too quickly. Savoring the effects it had on my mind and body like a drug addict holding on to a pint of cocaine.