Bedroom Closet

He had over heard them talk­ing in the back of the class, “I can’t believe you are going to his house!  I’m so jeal­ous! I need extra help too!”, the voices and gig­gles of high school girls, both grat­ing and entic­ing at the same time.  One, how­ever stood qui­etly, a bright red rush­ing to her cheeks as her friends gushed, “I just need help with my site, and we couldn’t do it hear because of that geek tech club, sheesh, don’t be so stu­pid.”  She always was the cool one, she stood out from the crowd.  That may have been why he was so drawn to her.

More than once he had found him­self look­ing where he shouldn’t have been, glanc­ing down an unbut­toned col­lar while check­ing her work, brush­ing against her in the hall­way, watch­ing her bend to pick up her books.  He felt like a lech­er­ous old man.  When she asked for extra help on a project his first thoughts had been absolutely appro­pri­ate, give her some tips after school, and have a bit of com­pany for the hour he had to stay clean­ing out files, it would be fine.  When she men­tioned the lab wouldn’t be avail­able he said they could work at his place with­out think­ing, and then his mind began to wander.

It wasn’t an obvi­ously provoca­tive out­fit, sim­ple really but enough to empha­sise the parts of her he liked the most.  Jeans, cut just right, show­ing off her ample hips and firm round ass.  A plain white blouse, unbut­toned slightly, but with a taste­ful under­shirt beneath it.  Her breasts stood high and firm, the curves of the top vis­i­ble only if you were to make an effort.  When he answered the door he didn’t imme­di­ately real­ize who it was, out­side of class she seemed adult, but just barely, and when he said hello his eyes wan­dered across her body, mak­ing her blush, and that is what started to make him hard.

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