HEY YOU

Chapter Three

My ever so loud alarm jolts me awake from a peaceful sleep. It is six already and I am at most surprised with how i have overslept today. Usually the alarm is to remind me that i have to be on my way to school, i should have been long awake by now.

I can't complain though. That was a peaceful sleep. And the dream too...

Oh, what a dream!

Dreaming about the wicked things that we did on my sofa me and you is something i can't complain about. Hell, i will not mind doing it again.

I unwillingly wake up from my small bed and spread the beddings smoothly before turning towards the alarm to stop it's boring tunes that seem to increase tempo with every second. My finger stops some centimeters close to the stop button though.

My eyes are now glued to the red panty that is on the table just near alarm clock. The very same panty that you tormented me with in my dream.

How is it even possible?

Without thinking my hand moves from the alarm to your supposed panty. I scoop it with my middle finger and bring it close to my face. My eyes scan it slowly as my finger turns it this and that way.

My head moves forward a little and before i can register my own intentions, i take a long loud sniff. The heavenly smell of your perfume mixed with the smell of your sex makes it hard for me contain my moan.

This is definitely your panty.

And all that happened was not a dream.

Like magic my nose is now able to recognize the presence of your perfume all round the room. No wonder my bed is warm. You had left not some minutes ago.

I am a little disappointed that you left without even waking me up but to be honest i expected it. All this was too good to be true. Or maybe you left because you just wanted sex and i was not able to offer.

I look at the red panty on my finger, the only reminder of you apart from your lingering perfume. I decide to return it where it initially was and that is when a piece of paper catches my attention.

'I hope you like my G-string. It is your reward for the mind blowing orgasm."

You have a beautiful handwriting for sure because all the letters are written neatly and carefully. I chuckle as i compare it to my writing that looks like several signatures combined.

I put the paper and the panty, or as you call it, G-string, back on the table. I can't help but agree with the G-string name, whether it is a nickname or its real name. The panty looks like several strings attached.

Looking back at the alarm clock makes me curse loudly as i run to the bathroom. How did fifty minutes pass so fast?

Thirty minutes later i am sitting in the back of a cab, silently praying that one of the teachers has tamed the little monsters in my class or else there will be disaster until i reach there.

The pupils were surprisingly quiet by the time i arrived and well behaved all through the day until now as i watch the last pupil walking away with his mother carrying his backpack.

All through the day i continuously spaced out, my mind thinking about you. If my pupils were a couple of years older they surely would have laughed all day watching their teacher day dream or worse prank me. My little monsters though were too engrossed in playing to notice.

I decide to walk home instead of taking a cab. Walking will give me time to analyse the situation that i am in.

My heart and my mind battling vigorously. On one side i want to see you again, touch you again and even do more than we did the previous day. Hell, i even want a relationship with you. No doubt.