A Secret Delicacy of Past

She sat next to me, her delicate legs crossed at the knees, and her elbows rested on the wooden arm of the chair, supporting her face cupped in her palms. She was fully engrossed in the lecture our professor was delivering, and all eyes and ears were on her.

I couldn't help but notice her smooth, bare shins, and with the tip of my foot, I took off my black school shoe and lifted off my white socks as I pulled my leg out. My toes crawled against her bare shins, caressing them gently. As soon as my toes touched her skin, she turned around and passed me a stop-doing-this gaze before reverting to her previous position, just before the professor could call her out. I couldn't help but smirk. There was no chance I would stop.

I had waited for two whole weeks to have a glimpse of her, a real one, not just an illusion. I wanted to touch her skin, caress every curve, sniff every part of her body, taste every inch of her, and explore places untouched even by her. My heart had been pumping her name for the past two weeks, and I couldn't resist imagining us both in a confounding place, kissing each other like never before, making each other breathless.

I scrolled my toes again on her shins, teasing her a bit more, and she seemed to be more affected by it than I had imagined. I laughed inwardly. It was getting harder with each passing second. Having her sitting right in front of me, yet my incapabilities of not being able to kiss her or do whatever I wanted to do with her, made it even more unbearable for me.

She shifted her legs to her right, attempting to make them out of my reach. Oh God, I loved it. The way she teased me. But she couldn't get away like this. There's no way. The beans in between my legs were getting tighter and hotter. I skidded my ass down and reached out to her legs again. Her soft, shiny legs felt like marshmallows against my hard toes, and I loved caressing them with my toes.

Agitated by my own desperate desires, I pulled myself up and adjusted my ass on the wooden chair. I grabbed a pen from my pencil box and opened my notebook. "I want to lick these marshmallows," I wrote, cut the paper, folded it, and sandwiched it in the notebook before passing it to her over her shoulder.

She flipped it open and read the note before returning her gaze to me, telling me not to spark the light in her thighs right now. I could see it already burning. Her eyes could never lie to me.

I stood up and asked the professor for permission. "Ma'am, may I go to the bathroom?" I felt everyone's gaze averting towards me, but I didn't care about any of them.

Her gaze traded from my face to my little finger raised like a sword before granting me permission to go. I leaned forward, pretending to gather my stuff and close my pencil box, but I reached over her shoulder and revealed to her the secret location. "Girls washroom. Soon."

She frowned at me, saying she couldn't, but the girls' washroom was probably the most empty and secure spot at the moment. Considering that it wasn't recess time, I had decided that it would be the best place.

I left the class and waited around the corner for her. It took her five minutes to get out of the class, and I didn't know what excuse she made to the professor that allowed her to leave. Maybe she had asked to go to the bathroom too. Whatever it was, that wasn't my concern.

But that didn't matter. What mattered was her, and here she came, debauching the perks of smile and shyness lingering on her face as she walked toward me. She lowered her gaze before turning around and pulling the door of the washroom.

The air was charged with an electric tension as I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into the room, slamming the door shut behind us. We were alone now, just the two of us, and the heat between us was palpable. As I pushed her up against the wall, I could feel her heart racing against my chest.

"It's risky," she whispered, her eyes searching mine for any hint of hesitation.

"Men love risks," I replied with a sly grin, trailing my lips down her neck as I spoke. The feel of her skin against my mouth was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but press closer to her.

"But what if we get caught?" she protested weakly, even as I continued to kiss my way down her throat.

"Right now, I don't want any what-ifs between us," I breathed, my lips meeting hers in a fierce and passionate kiss. I didn't allow any other words to pass between us, instead letting my actions speak for themselves.

My hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts in my palms and squeezing them softly as she moaned within my mouth. The feel of her curves against me was almost too much to bear, and I pressed even closer to her, reveling in the way she melted against me.

At that moment, there was nothing else in the world except for the two of us. The thrill of the forbidden only added to the intensity of our passion, making every touch and kiss that much more explosive. It was a risk worth taking, and I knew that I would do it again in a heartbeat.

With a glint in my eye, I pulled away from her lips and breathed in the heady scent of her arousal. "Oh, I want to taste your sweet nectar," I murmured, my voice low and husky with desire. She gasped for air, her chest heaving with the effort as she tried to catch her breath.

But I was undeterred. "No, no," she protested weakly, even as a smile threatened to break through her defenses. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to hold back a grin.

Ignoring her protests, I trailed my fingertips over her bare thigh, slowly, sensually, until I reached the hem of her checkered skirt. Her eyes followed the movement of my hand, watching me warily, her hand reaching forward in an attempt to stop me.

But I was too quick for her. Snapping her hand away, I planted a firm kiss on her lips, silencing any further objections. My fingers continued their exploration, tracing the soft skin of her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her center. I could feel her trembling with anticipation, her body quivering with each passing moment.

My body was on fire with desire, and I let out a low growl as she continued to tease me. Her fingers expertly unbuckled my belt, and I could feel myself growing harder by the second. Her touch was electric as she traced circles around my growing bulge, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't resist any longer and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss.

As we kissed, I could feel her hands move down to my pants, slowly unzipping them and freeing me from their confines. My member sprang out, throbbing with anticipation as she wrapped her hand around it, teasing me with gentle strokes. I moaned into her mouth, savoring the feeling of her soft touch.

With one swift motion, she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. I gasped as she swirled her tongue around the head, taking me deeper and deeper into her warm, wet mouth. I could feel the pressure building inside me, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

But just as I was about to explode, she pulled away, grinning mischievously up at me.

"Now it's my turn to finish what I started," she said, standing up and pressing her body against mine. "Are you ready for round two?"

As I walked away, I couldn't help but feel the heat still lingering in my body. The encounter had left me wanting more, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to get her out of my mind for a long time. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself before exiting the washroom, hoping that no one would suspect anything.

The cool air outside the washroom felt refreshing, but my mind was still buzzing with the memories of what had just happened. I knew that I had to be careful, that this was a dangerous game we were playing, but the thrill of it was too much to resist. I couldn't wait to see her again, to continue where we had left off, and to explore the depths of our desires together.