I Need You.

I could feel her on my body when we hugged; she asked me too why I was clinging so much. I couldn't bear to tell her the real reason and distracted her by flirting.

This morning I woke up and felt something gross down there. It wasn't very uncommon for me, but this time I felt like doing something about it. So I put a finger inside and felt it close on the finger. But it didn't feel appropriate anymore. It felt like something or someone was missing.

I could imagine what she'd say when I told her about this. So I decided not to and decided to handle this shit like the adult I should be. But I couldn't. So I made another decision.

I am asking her to have sex with me.

And that's final.

But how do I ask her?

Just go up to her and say, Hey, do you want to have sex with me?

No, no, that'll make it sound like I'm only interested in her body.

Why am I even considering doing this shit?Should I try to get her in the mood?Yeah, that'll make it seem like we both want it, right?Yeah. I'll do that!

I was wet from the very thought of her having sex with me. I couldn't imagine how she'd go down.How she does it, I don't know, but I'll find out today if I'm lucky enough.

I thought of doing something to relive the beast in me. But again decided against that. I wanted her to see how wet I was for her. How desperately I wanted her lips on mine and her body below me. How down bad I was for her.

All of this thinking gave me the time to do the morning routine thoughtlessly. And I was ready before I knew it.

Ready to see her.

I ran to the school in hopes of reaching it before she came so I could prepare a little something.But as usual, my hopes were in vain. I reached her later.

She was in our classroom laughing beside her friends. As soon as I entered, her gaze zeroed in on me. That intense stare. God, my shower was going to be useless soon enough.

I waved, and she waved back at me, her smile wide in response to my polite one. I soon rush to her side because I need to start my plan now.

I tug at her hand, and she gives it to me without even looking towards me. Sighs in nervous habits. Shit, why did I have to act like her hand was a stress toy every time I got nervous? Now she won't know what I'm implying.

I don't give up.

I stand strong.

And I started to fidget with her hand as I now think of another plan because she didn't look back.

I give up on thinking too much.

I pull her closer to myself and drag her by hand to the washroom. Not the most ideal place, but I don't think I could wait anymore.

I close the stall door behind us. My hand in hers And push her against the door. She looks into my eyes, and I see the recognition of my hunger in hers.I lean in slowly now that the moment is finally here. And close the little distance that exists.

My lips meet hers, and hers meet mine. My hand in her hair, her hand on my waist. Pushing and pulling each other closer. The kiss finally breaks in a desperate attempt for air.

I slide my hand down her neck, and even further down to her breasts, my hands find a resting place there. I move my mouth to accompany them, gently sucking, kissing, and seducing the nipples.

My movements get more aggressive with time, the gentle touch turning savage. That's when she pushes me down further. I remove her skirt and panties with one swift move of my hands and continue to kiss her once again gently, but this time also teasingly.

I want her to tell me how badly she wants me to do this. But I see she has no intention of doing it. I lick and suck her already wet vagina, my tongue meeting with nothing if not desperateness.

She's close. I see it on her face when I look up. A blurry little mess but still beautiful as fuck.

As I start to slowly get more aggressive again, her hands pulling the strands of my hair, I feel her close and then come right on top of my face.

Beautiful, I say. Her face is a shy mess, redder than cherry and more beautiful than any peony.

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