Running Into You

Chapter 12

Henry

Emma comes in and sits in the first desk on the second row right in the middle of the room. Her infamous plaid skirt stops about two inches above her knees. She has leather boots on that stop right below her kneecaps and knit socks that peek through the top of them. Her vest stops right below her breast which spill out over the top. Her white oxford shirt has three buttons undone which allows me to see right where her cleavage starts. Her hair is down with fat curls that frame her face and goes down past the top of her vest. While I'm taking this in she settles in and stares out the window in the door. Waiting for more students to come in. I clear my throat and she looks over at me.

"You're the only one in detention today."

She looks out the window one last time for reassurance. She bites her lip and looks back over to me. I have not stopped staring at her the whole time she has been in here.

"What will you have me do then?" she asks nervously.

"Have you ever been in detention before?"

"No, I've never upset a teacher enough to have to."

The side of my mouth twitches at this, "Well, you can sit here for an hour and do homework and then you can go home."

"I don't have any homework."

"You have been in school all day. No one gave you any homework?" I ask skeptically, "You must be very lucky."

"It's not anything I can do in here," she replies.

"Well, sit there and read or something until your time is up."

She smiles and says, "I have a better idea."

Emma

I walk up to the window and pull the blinds down and lock the door. I slowly walk over to Henry hoping I look sexy and not foolish. I swivel his chair around to face me and I notice it's an office chair with no arms so I straddle his lap. I run my hands through his hair on the back of his head and pull so his head is tilted up facing me. I kiss him. He runs his hands up my thighs and cups my bottom. I pull back and unbutton my vest and take it off. Instead of unbuttoning my shirt I just pull it over my head and toss it on the floor with the vest. He brings his hands to my hips and looks down at my breast. They have freckles on the tops of them from many summers laying out in the sun.

"Your breast are beautiful."

I unsnap the clasp that's in-between them and they fall out with a bounce.

He reaches up and cups my left breast and rubs his thumb over my nipple. It's like electricity that shoots from my nipple to my groin.

He looks up at me and says, "You know you don't have to do anything you don't want to. We don't have to rush into anything."

I lean down and kiss his mouth. His mouth is hot and wet. He taste faintly of chocolate. He's still holding my breast and rubbing his thumb over my nipple is slow torturing circles. I lean my head back trying to control my breathing. He leans down and takes my breast in his mouth and starts to suck while his other hand takes my other breast and slowly rubs my nipple with his thumb in slow tortuous circles. He then takes my right breast in his mouth and starts to suck. My hips start uncontrollably rubbing up and down his midsection. I can feel his hard on through his pants and it's making me wet and hot with need. He lets go of my breast and lifts me off his lap. I pout in protest. "Trust me, babe, you're going to like this."

He stands me up in front of him and turns me around so my back is to me. He stands up and presses on my upper back until I'm bent over the desk. "Do you trust me?" he asks in my ear. I feel his bulge pressed against my bottom. I say, "Yes" breathlessly and I rub my bottom against him.