IV (Tyler)

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Josh slammed me against the wall, me in panties and knee socks, as he touched my thighs and teased at my length through the panties I was wearing.
"Fuck, oh god, Josh-" I groaned out, grinding against Josh's large hand as he slid my panties off, and shoved me on the bed.
I was already hard, and this was making me harder. I whined for more, bucking my hips helplessly as he teased my thighs and my length, as I shuddered when he touched my tip.
"I'm gonna fuck you until you can't even function anymore." Josh whispered against my skin, making me feel so good.
"Josh, please, more." I nodded, my mouth hanging open as he wrapped his hand over my length, stroking it. I gasped out again as he bit his lip.
"Harder, huh? Well I'll just have to fuck you until you can't even walk. Everyone will know you're mine at school tomorrow." Josh growled.
He pumped his hand around my length as I moaned. Harder, and harder, and faster, and harder, and I was moaning so loud until...
I woke up.
I was sweating heavily, breathing heavily, feeling hard under the sheets.
"Fuck." I mumbled, realizing it was only a dream and now going to get ready to school.

...

It had been three weeks and I knew his eyes were locked on me. Staring me down, watching my moves, and biting his lip when he would gaze at my hips going side to side when I would walk.
I caught on to him last week, when he 'accidentally' fell on the floor and he looked up my skirt. I don't fall for shit that he does, I know his tricks.
I knew he was trying to approach me in art, so I got out quickly and did what Brendon said.
"Throw him through loopholes and obstacles, see if he's worthy. In other words... just play hard to get, mmkay?" He would say, and I would nod.
I hoped my plan would work.
I know I already had him begging on his knees for more from me, and I knew that one day he would crack, and he would get me.
And I guess I was okay with it.

...

The next week, I had gotten my hair trimmed a bit and I was wearing sweatpants and a halter top. The sweatpants were awfully tight and I was hoping Josh saw my underwear underneath.
It was the time to approach Josh. Now.
I was about to speak to him when I walked up to him, but he turned away from me.
All I wanted was him, but he was so far away.

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