Of Strawberries and Gum

Another Prompt

"Last week we said that an anti-derivative of a function f is a function whose derivative is f. To find an anti-derivative for a function f, we can often reverse the process of differentiation. For example, if f = x 4, then an anti-derivative of f is...."

My brain had zoned out lost in thoughts of Marshall... again. As if last night wasn't enough for me, and now I can't stop thinking about him. This was getting out of hand, I can't seem to focus on what the teacher was saying. Every five minutes I blanked out and Marshall fills every nick and crony of my brain.

Focus Gumball! This is an advanced class; you can't afford to fall behind so early in the semester! I slapped myself mentally and tried to focus again on what the teacher was saying regarding anti- derivatives. Except, he was already erasing the blackboard and I haven't got any word written down! I silently started panicking, what the glob am I supposed to do now? Maybe I can ask to copy Monochrome's notes later after class, I thought biting at the end of the sleeves of my sweater.

"Alright now that we have gone over how to find the anti-derivative of a trig function, I'll hand out these practice questions for you to work on for the rest of the period. We'll take them up before class ends." The teacher said while handing out worksheets to everyone in class, I looked at the sheet and read the first question once, then twice, then I read for the third time.

I don't understand this!

I took a deep breath then read the first question one more time, but alas not a word registered in my brain. I took another deep breath but this time I swear to glob I smelled Marshall's cologne, slowly I took another hesitant breath and THERE! I smelled him again. It's like he's sitting right beside me, looking at me with that stupid lopsided smile of his. A shiver ran down my spine and I closed my eyes imagining Marshall on me, his hot breath tickling my neck, and his hands touching me slowly. I felt them... his hands going lower and lower teasing me, I felt him biting my ear, the nape of my neck leaving his imprints of himself on me. Then I heard him, his voice thick and sweet like honey whispering softly in my ear,

"Come for me Gumball."

I gasped as the effects of his voice hit me right at my crotch; suddenly everyone's attention was on me. "Is everything alright, Gumball?" asked my teacher looking at me suspiciously

"Ah...yes. May I be go to the washroom please?" I stammered trying to act natural

"Yes, but hurry up." He said, the moment I got his permission I stood up and ran out of the class as fast as my legs could take me, as soon as I was in the hallways I pull out my phone and send a quick text to Marshall.

[Meet me in the washroom at the math hallway.

I'm at the third stall.

Please Hurry!!!]

Once I was in the washroom I locked myself in the third stall and tried to calm my breathing but it was very difficult. I was hard and I wanted to come very badly, I wanted to feel Marshall hands on me, I wanted to kiss him and grind against him. I wanted to feel his hands on me. And the fact that I was wearing Marshall's red sweater was not helping me in the least. It's no wonder I was smelling him all day. Oh glob just thinking about him turns me on. Marshall and I are seniors, which meant lots of studying and less time with each other. Marshall was focusing more on his musical talent after receiving a scholarship and I was trying to maintain my high average for college applications. Yesterday was the first time in two weeks where finally did it.

Just when I gave up on Marshall coming and decided to take matters to my own hands, someone knocked on the stall and I heard Marshall's voice from behind it, "Gumball?"

Finally, immediately I unlocked the door and dragged him inside. I pulled him closer to me and inhaled his scent, it was so intoxicating. "Your face is red. Why?" Marshall said smiling, his hand was tangled up in my hair and the other was resting on my hip. I knew he knew why I called him in here but he just loved to mock me.

"Don't tease me." I breathed as I nibbled at his earlobe before I whined, "Please, just hurry up." He chuckled lightly and I felt his hands snake beneath the sweater tracing my skin, he kissed my jaw line and I turned my head so our lips met. His hands unbuckled my jeans and touched my hard on stroking it, caressing the crown and pulling back at the foreskin. I groaned into his mouth and pulled our lips apart, I was probably being really loud but I just didn't seem to care. "Bite me." I whispered shifting my head to the side to give him access to my nape. Marshall licked and sucked on my skin leaving kiss marks behind in his trail.

I crossed my fingers and hoped no one comes to this washroom because at that moment I really had no control over my voice. I noticed the tent in Marshall's pants so I tugged at them and pulled his erection free. "Fuck" he hissed – his hot breath tickling me neck – when I gripped his dick harder twisting my wrists as I stroked him roughly. I was now fucking Marshall's hand when he leaned in to silence my mouth with his. The kiss was sloppy as our lips slid against each other, there was a lot of sucking and a lot of drool.

Slowly our panting got louder and our pace increased, the pressure was building up and I felt Marshall twitch in my hand before he came with me following suit. Marshall bit the nape of me neck hard as he came, while I gripped his arm firmly and groaned loudly – I wouldn't be surprised if the whole school heard me. As I was trying to catch my breath I felt my body relax as my brain was flooded with endorphin. My legs felt like jelly and I had hold on to Marshall for support.

"Better?" asked my boyfriend

"A lot, thanks." I said pulling him to a kiss, we pulled away slowly only to mangle our lips together again. The warning bells in my head were ringing loud reminding me of the class I was missing, but right now Marshall just tasted amazing and I wanted more of him. The warning bells wouldn't take no for an answer though so I slowly pulled away, I licked my lips trying to savor his taste.

"You going back to class? You know you smell like sex." Marshall stated as he zipped up his pants

"There's nothing I can do about that." I shrugged pulling down the red sweater after cleaning myself. Marshall chuckled at my comment and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Stop by my place after school" he whispered to me before walking out of the washroom.

I left after him shortly and fast walked back to Calculus trying hard to hide my smile, I walked into the classroom fully aware of how flushed I was. As I sat down and looked over the worksheet I was dawned by the realization of how easy these questions were.