~ The One I Need ~ Johlex Fanfiction ~

Waste

We groan in exasperation as the bell for our first period rings, then we throw our trash away and Johnnie unexpectedly grabs my hand tightly and I hold his hand back. His other hand is inside the thin denim of his jeans pocket, and we walk towards Ms. Yates' class for first period. Sigh.

Ten minutes into first period and she gives another viewpoint in a Democrat's perspective. Yay.

Much fun, such excite.

Johnnie trails his fingers down my thighs, causing me to bite my bottom lip to remain quiet. Thankfully, no one could see what was going on. There's perks to sitting in the back of the room...and having the front of the desk being completely wooden. Oh, the irony for Johnnie. He brings his hands closer to my private area, and I kind of jump back in surprise. Well then. He whispers, "I could fuck you on this desk, Dorame. You wouldn't walk for weeks." I shiver at that last remark.

He gently grips my hand, and brings it closer to his throbbing manhood. He whispers, "This is how good you get me. I can't quit thinking about last night. God, you were so good." Then I chose to have my own little fun.

I slowly move my pinkie finger over his erection, causing me to smirk with a devilish grin.

Quietly growling, "Ugh, fuck," under his breath made me smirk in his direction. I bring my hand over to myself and set it onto my lap, only to make him beg for mercy. He gives me his puppy dog eyes, making me feel like I was in total control. It was fun. Being in charge was nice. Mrs. Yates proceeds rambling with our lesson of the day, when honestly, I couldn't care less. I was focusing on Johnnie and I right now. His bright blues glimpsed at me, like they were reflecting the light off of his eyes and into mine.I fold my arms to stand my ground that I was going to leave him in his agony until the end of the day. Or at least until we got home. Seems pretty legit to me.

I cross my legs like the innocent lady I am as Johnnie tries to slyly move his hand in between my thighs, reaching for my sore bits. He tries, but fails to succeed at doing so. The teacher catches a few glances at us, but she proceeds going along with the lesson nonetheless.

I loved Johnnie doing this, but it was getting out of hand. I had only known him for a few days, but I was head over heels in love with him. Plus, I couldn't be sexual like this in class. So I grip his hand into mine, and gently push it away.

I whisper, "Stop, damn it," then I chuckle. Johnnie bites the inside of his mouth and clutched his hands together.

"Goddamnit, Alex. You can't keep teasing me like this," he whispers gently. I pat his hands and face the front to make it seem like I'm paying attention to the teacher.

After about thirty-five minutes, the bell rings for second period. Grabbing our bags, we leave the room and go to our next class. I fold my arms and he says, "I see you don't want me touching you. Why?"

"Public place. What we do should be behind closed doors. Where we won't get caught. So. If you want a little of this, you'll have to find a quiet, isolated place. There. That's a way."

He groans with a hint of horniness in his voice, but he says, "Fine. I will find a place, and that will be the day I prevail."

We then go to second, third, fourth, fifth period, and then lunch periods, Johnnie telling me, "I will find somewhere, and I will make you weak."

"Try me, cowboy."

He kisses my cheek and goes off to find a quiet place for us to do the deed. I sit down at our table and drink my white milk, just to be jumpscared by Mark.

"I see that your guard dog is now your little boyfriend."

Gulping down the last swallow of my milk, I ask, "And you're talking to me, why? You know what Johnnie will do to you."