Love Has No Age

1.2

"How about this, every question you get wrong you have to take a piece of clothing off of you and when you get it right I have to take a piece of clothing off of me" He says flipping through the notecards.

"This sounds different, also because it's coming from my teacher" I respond taking the cards out of his hands.

He shrugs and starts unbuttoning his short sleeved collared shirt as I bite the bottom of my lip. Here we go again, I should probably stop him but he's the older one and he should be the one to stop himself, but he doesn't. I'm unsure if I should kiss him or not do anything and just watch him take his shirt off. I place my both hands on the side of his face and grab his face as I plant my lips onto his lips. Every time I feel his soft tender lips against mine, I just wish I could just stay there for ages and never remove his touch.

He moves his lips down my neck and I give out a small moan trying to make it as quite as possible or someone's gonna come and walk in on us. I clutch the shoulder of his shirt that's still on. Out of nowhere he places his lips against mine again and gets out of the desk and going to the opening of my desk, he grabs the underneath of my thighs and picks me up and places me down onto the desk as my legs straddle around him. His hands go down my body and up into my shirt that my shirt is up to my neck that my bra is visible and I could feel the cold air against my skin.

He removes my shirt and continues kissing me and I grab the hem of his shirt and remove his shirt as well. I wrap my arms around his neck and his hands hold the bottom of my thighs and carries me over to his desk. I can't take my lips off of his because if I do it's just going to ruin the moment and I'll have to wait another day or it's never gonna happen again.

"Andry" He says catching his breath from kissing and lays his forehead against mine.

"... Yeah?" I question and he holds the both of my thighs.

"You should get going to dance"
"... I'm not going today, I was gonna go home and s-study"
"Well, you should get going home now"

I nod and hop off of his desk and I find all my notecards laying on the ground. I give him a blank expression trying to tell him to help me get the notecards back together. Then I notice I could feel how close we are to each other and I could feel his crotch against my thighs and our shirts are still on the ground. I quickly grab mine from the floor and slip it on as he does the same thing.

"... I'll help you" He says softly and walks over to my desk and begins picking up the notecards.

"So, aren't you suppose to be teaching this football class of yours?" I ask and bend down next to him.

"Yeah but then I heard you outside and I couldn't help myself"
"... I can't help myself when I see you in those clothes"
"... How childish of you. No but I should be getting to practice in a bit"

"And I should go home and study" I say and we both stand up at the same time.

I stand there awkwardly and grab the cards from his hand and shove it into my bag before waving goodbye to him.

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