The Look

Caught Up!

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
"Coja mi vida! Jackson we are going to get in so much trouble!!" I say pushing him off of me, trying to fix my clothes.
"Shhh, shorty I got this. Calm down baby girl." He says calmly, kissing me quickly.
At this point I'm freaking the fuck out! How trashy does it look for a freshman to be in here, with a junior, when we aren't even supposed to be in here?
"Babe, I can't get caught in here. Not in this situation.."
"Who is in here?!" I hear from an outside voice.
"Fuck! That sounds like Dean Miller! I'm his pass runner, and student assistant for crying out loud, what the fuck am I supposed to do?!"
"Baby" he says, "Be quiet. Let your boo handle this."
I'm so nervous. I shouldn't have let this shit happen on campus. But, Jackson is acting like he has a plan to get us out of this. All of a sudden, he pulls a backpack out from underneath the desk. The best part about this school is everyone has each other's back. The rumor is, is every year when the class of seniors graduate they add cheat sheets, with class notes from different subjects inside backpacks underneath the desks. I've never actually been in on of the offices before though, so I didn't actually know it was true. He just got here, how did he know? Fuck it. I just need to get out of this situation at hand first.
"While I spread these papers out, to make it look like we are studying answer the door." Jackson says to me.
I'm not really sure how this plan will actually work, but I'm praying to God that he knows what he's doing. I watch him spread the papers out in a smart, strategic way. I walk to the door and answer it.
"Hey Millz!! What's up?!" I ask in the most normal Tamzyn way possible.
"Tam, what the hell are you doing in here?" He asks.
"Well I was trying to help Jackson study for his speech final since I took it last semester, but the library's rental spots were full, the cafe is too loud, and I couldn't concentrate with our friends around. So when we came upstairs the door was open."
"You guys know you aren't supposed to be in here though." Mr. Miller says.
"I know, I should have asked for permission first.. Would you maybe give us a pass to allow us to work in here? Just to study for our finals! I promise.. Please?" I'm practically begging him, just so we stay out of trouble. But he loves me! I have an alright feeling like it might happen.
"You guys can study in here today, let me think about the pass though. I don't need everyone thinking it's okay to be in here just because."
"Yes sir, thank you." I'm genuinely appreciative.
"Your welcome. I want to see excelling scores on your last rounds of finals this school year Tamzyn. I'm serious."
"Okay! I'll make it happen!" I promise, just because that was my goal anyways. So it's not that big of a deal.
"Alright, get back to work. I'll let the parapro's know you guys have permission to be in here."
I knew kissing this mans ass would come in handy one day! There are some major perks to being a teachers pet.
"Thank you."
"Your welcome Tamzyn. Don't forget I need your help today during 8th hour."
"I'll be there!" I say as I close the door.
I turn around to Jackson standing no more than six inches away from my face.
"Good job baby girl. I didn't think that you could be that convincing!" He said genuinely impressed.
"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or an insult to my skills."
"Don't over think it baby girl. That was amazing." Jackson reaches to my chin and softly kisses my lips. But the only thing I can think about is the feeling of his body on top of mine, his lips on mine and his fingers inside me. I pull back and make sure the shade is over the window on the door, and I push him back into the one chair in the room and straddle him. Pulling his shirt off, unbuckling his pants.
"You got balls girl. We just almost got caught, and your already ready for round 2?"
"What can I say papi? You got me wanting more." I say as I lean forward, grinding my hips on his hardening bulge. I want to feel what it's like for him to be inside me. 3 months he's been here, and I'm had my eye on him since he came up to me and my girls that morning before school.
"How much more do you want baby girl?"
Biting my lip, I sit back and I think about his question. I want it all. Every single inch that he can give me. I want to ride him, in this office honestly not giving a fuck if anyone hears us.
"I want you to fuck me. HARD."
His expression completely changed when those words came out of my mouth. I leaned forward and kissed him, biting his lip at the same time, grinding against him in circles once again. I hear something I thought I was imagining.. But maybe I wasn't.
"What was that papi?"
"I don't know what your talking about Tam."
"Mmhmm my ass!"
"And what a very nice one it is!"
I grind harder and instantly see his face change. It was completely priceless!
"Does that feel good papi?"
"Maybe"
"Do you want me to stop?" I ask him
"If you stop I'm going to be hurt."
"Well then tell me what you want."
"I want you. All of you."
At this point all I see is me and him. I stand up, rip off my shirt, and pull down my shorts and panties.
"Stand up and strip. Now." I tell him
Surprisingly he doesn't argue, or tell me not to tell him what to do. He stands up, and pulls down his jeans, his basketball shorts and his boxers. He sits back in the chair and grabs my waist. I climb on him, guiding the head of his erection to my entrance and sink down on it. HARD! Taking in every inch, feeling him stretch me out. I throw my head back as I moan out, grinding on him in circles. Over and over again. I hear his breathing speed up, and so does his aggression. Jackson firmly grips my hips, lifting me up, and slamming me down onto his long, thick cock.
"Baby girl you are going to ruin me."
"I will only ruin you for everyone else, because you, are for me."
He pulls my head in towards his and kisses me. Still riding him, he moans I'm my mouth. It's more like a grunt. His whole body tenses up, and then I feel him cum inside me. Thank god I'm on the pill.
"And you told Mr. Miller that we were going to study baby girl."
"We did study. We studied how loud we could make each other, and how many different times I could bite the shit out of your shoulder." I say pointing at 3 different bite marks on his shoulder and neck.
"Or how many times you bite your lip. Maybe we did do a bit of studying." Jackson says. I just noticed that I'm still straddling him, and he's still inside of me. But it feels comfortable to me. I'm not really sure why.
"I have to go." I tell him.
"Wait what?"
"Yeah, I need to go handle some stuff."
"Your killin me baby girl!" He grips on to me.
"I'm sorry papi, I need to get my stuff, and find my girls before they send out a search party." I get up and start redressing myself. He stands, and presses me into the wall kissing me, sliding his knee in between my legs rubbing that spot that will bet us both into some more type of trouble.
"Papi, I gotta go."
"Cmon baby girl, let's go for round 3."
I can't do this right now. I need to go. I have to talk to Myah. I need to tell her what I just did. I hope he doesn't think I regret it, I just need to get out of this room.
"Tamzyn, are you good?"
I didn't realize that I was staring at him, and he was talking to me, but I wasn't listening. I was thinking.
"Yeah, I'm good. I gotta talk to Myah. I know my phone is probably blowing up right now."
I finish buttoning up my shirt, and putting my shoes on. I go to grab the door knob but turn around and say "you have my number, text me papi"
And I open the door.

Sitting outside of the door, playing Cookie Jam is the one and only Myah.
"BITCH YOU GOT SOME SHIT TO SHARE!"
I can never get any privacy!