>Extremly really dirty imagines<™

Choose your own scene-harry

I walk into class knowing we were to have a substitute teacher. I walk in see ing him writing his name on the dry erase board, Mr. Styles, and style he had. He looked as though he had stepped out of a magazine. The room is deathly quiet, he has the undivided attention of every girl in the room. The guys are at a loss as to why every girl has their eyes trained on him. His British accent just adds to the romantic side of the English Lit class. Copies of Romeo and Juliet are passed around, everyone told to pick a partner. I sit on the front row, push y glasses up and look behind me for an unspoken for guy, none. I'm not ugly by no means, just super shy. I did not even start attending this school until two weeks go, the new girl.

The syllabus is handed out everyone barely looks at it. I study it, it has a high percentage rate and can affect my grade. I have no partner so I assume I will be doing all of this on my own.

"If you're available to stay after school, I can work with you on the play part, but that is all. We dont want the others thinking you had an advantage."

"I can stay" I say shyly. I start flipping through the book and marking my favorite scenes, making notes on a separate sheet of paper.

I stay after and we discuss the scenes I like and why I like them. No scene can be the same so I want to pick a good one, Tomorrow we pull numbers as to who picks first. He helps me narrow it down to the top three. Of course, being the hopeless romantic I am, my top scene is the kiss, the second, when they meet, the third, the suicide.

The couples sit together as each number is drawn, by the lead's last name. I luck out on the that one, my last name starts with a 'B'. I pull the number 3, I sigh in relief. The first couple pick the death scene, the second pick one to show off with, the duel. I softly whisper mine, hoping no one pays any attention to me. They don't. He writes them down one by one, smiling as he writes mine down.

"You do realize we cant actually kiss doing the scene in front of everyone." He states as I sit down across fro him after school.

"Yes, I am aware."

"But that doesn't mean we cant practice"

I almost choke on my own spit when he says this, I blush looking down.

We start reading the scene, I become more nervous as the kiss gets closer. I know it is just a kiss and nothing more, so why am I so nervous? I look at him as he recites most of the lines from memory. I too know most by memory but catch myself reading to keep from having eye to eye contact with him. I look ahead as he recites his lines, seeing how much further down it is. He moves his chair in front of me and leans closer, close enough I smell his cologne. His finger is on the top of my book slowly guiding it down then moves to my chin, pulling it up. Our conversation is back and forth, I know this by heart, so why am I in such shock as his lips touch mine. They linger and I kiss back, we pull away. The scene is soon over. I collect my things and start to go.

"Same time tomorrow." more of a statement than a question.

"Same time"

During the class the next day I spend most of my time writing the other half of the project. Class is dismissed as I finish writing the rough draft.

I go to his classroom after school to rehearse the scene again. He asks me to close the book and recite it, he knows I am able to if I apply myself. I close my eyes through most of my lines and his, feeling the emotion of the conversation. I do not open the as his lips touch mine, his hand reaching behind my head and pull me closer.

I get my things and start to head out the door. Its Friday and I'm somewhat glad, I don't know if I could handle another day of practicing kissing him

"Do we need to meet tomorrow? He asks slowly walking towards me

"Yes, actually I think we do" I have no idea where that came from, but its out now.

He hands me a slip of paper, its at the library across town. its massive and I love going there.

I show up promptly at 2 and see him at a table waiting. His hair is no longer pulled back, its down, curls flowing down almost to his shoulders. He gets up and I follow him to the back where the periodicals are and he sits in the floor between two book cases. I sit cross legged in front of him. He takes my hand as we quietly say the lines. Our lips meet and this is no soft short kiss. His tongue crosses my lower lip and I slightly open my mouth, his tongue enters.

Before I know it I'm in his lap, fingers tangled in his hair, my glasses on the floor. I sit with my legs wrapped around him, skirt hiked up to the top of of my leg. His hands resting on my thighs but one slowly starts moving up, I don't dare stop it.

I feel his finger touch my panties and rub my slit through the silk. There is no hiding how wet he has made me. My panties pulled aside his finger enters e slowly, I moan softly. He look and he puts a finger to his lips.

"Keep your mouth on mine to stifle any noise if you feel you must make any"

I nod as I watch him unzip his pants and reach in and pull out his hard cock. I cant stop starring. Its not the first time I've seen one, just the sight of one that I actually want in me. I watch as he places a condom on and I move forward and he guides me to sit on him, him placing it outside my entrance so it glides in.

He pulls my mouth to his as I moan out, his tongue teasing mine as his hands guide my hips, rocking on his pelvis. The rocking and our position places my sensitive areas right on him and I pull him to me as I start to gasp for air. I bite his shoulder and I hear him curse under his breath, his hands moving me faster. I tilt forward and I come as my insides clench around his throbbing member. I feel his hot breath through my shirt and his hips buck up in me as he presses himself to come. He comes as are lips meet a final time.

We present our scenes to the class on Monday. Ours is third so I put on my acting face and we say our lines perfect. The kiss scene is done with us touching cheeks, nothing more, though I know the passion was felt through the entire room, you could have heard a pin drop. I return to my seat satisfied that I will have a good grade.