I start to pant while my fingers work faster, one hand slipping inside of me while the other continues to work on my clit. Every part of me is hot, my skin feels like it’s on fire, but I don’t stop.
Imaginary Lucas picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist, ‘pretty girl’he groans.
A whimper leaves my lips before I have the chance to stop it, the way he looks down at me makes me want to melt, he looks at me like I’m the only thing he wants.
Suddenly he has me pressed against the bench, my back colliding with the cold wood as he rips off his jersey.
He’s so hot.
In my little fantasy world, I don’t have to watch him take off every piece of his gear one by one, I just get to see him half-naked in the blink of an eye.
His abs glistening with sweat, the veins on his arms in full view, all of it makes me even hotter.
‘Let me make you feel good pretty girl. I want to devour you.’
My back arches off my bed, my fingers hit the perfect spot inside of me and I moan louder than I intend to.
“Claire?”
God his voice.
My stomach starts to tighten, my clit starts to throb and I thrash around in my bed, desperate to cum.
“Lucas” I call out.
“Claire is everything alright in there?”
Fireworks go off inside of me at the same time I realize that wasn’t fantasy Lucas… that was real Lucas.
I slap one hand over my mouth while the other continues to circle my clit, drawing out my orgasm.
This is so fucking wrong, Lucas is right outside of my door and I’mfucking cumming.
Jesus Christ.
“I’m okay” I manage to choke out.
He hesitates for a moment before walking away. When I hear his door close I allow myself to relax a little, but my mind is still hazy from the orgasm.
What the actual fuck did I just do?
* * *
This is a Steph level crisis. I spent the whole night lying awake in my bed thinking about the boy down the hall from me.
She –of course– was all smiles the moment I told her, but I kind of want to die inside because how the hell am I supposed to live with him now?
“I say take a leap of faith and tell him how you feel,” she says, trying on a pair of sunglasses that were sitting on my desk. “Or even better, show him how you feel.”
“And how do you expect me to do that?”
The way she giggles tells me everything I need to know. “Grab him by the face, and kiss the shit out of him.”
I flop back on my bed, burying myself in a mountain of pillows and sighing while I try to imagine doing just that. The idea of kissing him makes me all dizzy, it tilts my world on its side and kind of makes me want to puke from how scary it is. “I’m not like you Steph, I’m not daring or sexy, and I definitely don’t jump out of my comfort zone and kiss a boy out of nowhere.”
Apparently I have fucking orgasms with him on the other side of the door though.
“I’m just saying,” she sighs, joining me in my little fortress of solitude, “you’re never going to know if the chemistry is there if you don’t try. What's the worst he can do? Reject you?”
