florist

15 - classroom

today is wednesday so i don't have work. it's the end of the school day and i'm walking in the halls to go outside to my car until suddenly a hand grabs my arm and pulls me in a room.

"what the fuck!" i yell and then a hand is placed on my mouth to be quiet.

"it's me, it's me, relax." brandon says quickly to calm me down.

"oh shit!" i whisper. "what do you want now?"

he looks me up and down.

"i like your skirt." he says raspily.

i'm wearing a grey plaid skirt that's mid-thigh and a white crop top.

i look down at it. "thanks."

"no.. i like really like your skirt." he says coming closer to me.

i move back a little and he comes closer. he's now really close to me. like our noses are a cm apart.

he puts his hands on my waist and i flinch a little.

"brandon what are you-"

i'm cut off by his lips on mine.

"brandon!" i say pushing away. "you can't just do-"

i'm cut off again by his lips on mine. gosh! what is wrong with his horny ass?

i pull away again being the stubborn little girl i've always been.

"what's wrong?" he says.

"n-nothing." i stutter. "it's just.. why are you so eager to kiss me?"

he stares me up and down, smiles a little and smirks.

he shrugs his shoulders. "because you're beautiful."

what? did brandon- THE BRANDON- just call me beautiful? ME?!

i'm shocked. "huh?"

"i said you're beautiful. you've always been beautiful." he says it like it's nothing jesus.

"no boy has ever called me beautiful before." i say a little ashamed and look at the ground.

"what?!" he says shocked. "that's insane."

"no it's not."

he looks at me in the eyes and this time i lean in. before we kiss he smirks and we start making out in an empty classroom.

the blinds are closed, lights are off and no students or teachers are in the school except for the cleaners.

he deepens the kiss by putting his hands on my lower back and pushing me towards him more. i moan a little and feel a smirk.

he puts his hands on my ass and gives it a hard squeeze to which i moan a little louder.

"that's what i like to hear." he says smirking.

"h-harder." i say.

"what i didn't hear you?" brandon says teasing me.

"i said harder!" i beg a little louder.

he picks me up and squeezes my ass so hard a squeal came out and i held my breath. "oh fuck!" i moan.

"mmm." brandon says proud. "wanna try something different?"

"yes." i moan in his arms.

"what's the magic word?" he teases.

"YES! YES PLEASE!" i say eagerly.

he places me down on the teachers desk. he goes tot he door and locks it. he checks if there are any cameras and there aren't.

"go on your knees and hands." he demands. "on the desk."

"yes daddy." i giggle.

"whatchu say?" he smirks coming behind me.

i giggle. "i said yes daddy."

"mmm." he moans rubbing his hands on my ass. "take that skirt off."

i take it off and i'm wearing a black laced thong. i wear a thong only because i don't want underwear lines.

he gets a good look of my ass and smirks. i go in that position again.

"slap me." i beg for him to slap my ass.

"slap me what? what's my name?!" he orders.

"slap me, daddy" i beg.

he puts one hand on my lower back and his other one slaps my ass.

i moan but i'm not satisfied. "harder!"

"as you wish, babygirl."

he slaps it even hard. i think there is a red hand mark.

"not hard enough!" i say making my tone a little louder.

he smirks and slaps it so hard i think people in australia could hear.

"oh shit!" we both say looking at eachother.

i shrug my shoulders. i sit on the edge of the table and put my arms around his neck. he stands in between my legs and places his arms on my ass.

"i think my ass is numb." i giggle.

"i hope it's numb." he says coming closer to me. "your shirt is so fucking annoying!"

i roll my eyes and take it off. "it was annoying me too."

he smirks and squeezes my boobs. i'm wearing a matching bra.

"your shirt is annoying me too." i say.

he takes it off showing his perfectly sculptured abs. i take a good look if it.

he leans in and i lean in too.

wow.. what a day.