5

~Xander~

I was alone in my classroom, reading stupid social media posts while scrolling my phone. The day seemed fine, as all my mates were out, and I was waiting for Matt. I heard a knock and didn’t bother to look up. I mean, who would knock before entering the classroom?

Once again, my annoyed ears heard the same sound, and this time I jerked my neck to rebuke the person. Beyond my expectations, I saw her. It was none other than the new birdie looking at me. I stuffed the phone in my front pocket and walked toward her. With a blush, she lowered her peer.

“What are you doing here?” I said, while scanning her beauty. 

She tucked away a strand of hair behind her ear, and my eyes caught her tattoo again.

“Can I talk to you?” she asked.

What is she doing here? Didn’t she know others would insult her more than ever for entering a senior’s classroom? And why was she talking to me like that?

Her cheeks turned red, and the composed breathing hooked my attention. Her voice was seducing me, and I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to.

She didn’t wait for my answer and looked at me intensely.

“What do you want?” I said, trying to remind her she was just a girl who needed to follow the rules. 

But she took a step closer to me, biting her lower lip and her eyes smirking with control.

Innocence mixed with sensuality pushed me to skip the boundaries and lay her down, and rip every cloth covering her alluring body, but her words caught my attention.

“It was you who wanted to teach me a lesson?” She frowned and touched my chest.

“What are you doing?” I warned, but she tilted her head and brushed her lips against my earlobe.

“Didn’t you want to rip my clothes, dash me against this table, and make me scream your name? I hear that’s how you teach naughty girls a lesson.” 

Those warm words traveled inside me, and I instantly felt a hard sensation tighten my jeans. I grabbed her neck as our lips sensed the touch.

“Don’t provoke me.”

She smiled through her eyes and blinked through those controlling sapphires. She devilishly used her touch when her words failed to control me. Her fragrance in my nostrils hit me while she was busy devouring her lips on my earlobes.

“Are you sure? Because this one is talking some sense.”

With a click on her tongue, she looked down to check my elevating member. She caressed her hand towards the south while pecking wet kisses on my neck.

“I know you want this.” 

There was a need in her eyes that showed me this naughty girl wasn’t playing with me. Lost in her touch and kisses, I was weak. Damn, as much as I wanted to stop her, my inner self wanted her badly. She had a strange power that I could not pinpoint, even if I tried.

“St-ooo-ppp.” 

I couldn’t finish my words when she touched my stiff member. Her eyes never left my face as she enjoyed my whimpers. She was driving me insane, and I loved it. While she went south, I jerked my head up with pleasure while she opened my belt.

“You want me to stop?” she whispered against my length.

And all I did was pull her hair back so I could watch her work. With one hand, I held a firm grip on her curls. My eyes watched her bat her lashes while her mouth touched the base of my member, making my toes curl.

She picked up her pace and hollowed out her cheeks, creating the shaft’s utmost sensation.

“Oh,” my moan extinguished in the atmosphere.

After a quick shake, I exploded, shooting straight into her mouth. She didn’t spill a drop. When she finally emptied me, she licked her lips and stood before me.

I wanted to hug her badly. The pleasure she gave me was breathtaking, and I would lie if I said I didn’t want her.

She was looking at me with a constant gaze, sure to show me I was at her mercy at that moment.

“Did you like the show?” she asked before her tone changed. “It was you who placed the bucket of sauce over my locker.” 

Something changed inside her, and those naughty peers changed into something else, showcasing other emotions inside me. Within a few seconds, tears filled her eyes.

Without notice, she turned and started walking towards the door.

“Hey, wait” I was screaming, wanting her to listen. “No, wait. Listen to me.”

But she didn’t listen. I ran towards her and tried to hold her hand, but all I caught was her expressive eyes questioning me.

Suddenly, we heard a fire alarm, and everybody was rushing toward the exit haphazardly. In her gaze locked to mine, she couldn’t listen to me.

“Why?” is all she said before she ran.

I called her name at the top of my lungs but couldn’t hear myself over the shrill, incessant noise. All we could hear was an alarm and people running here and there.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“Aoife...” I called out to hear nothing but silence.

I woke up as I realized it was all a dream. A dream that made me soaked in sweat with a hard-on. Damn, my mind worked hard to mix all the feelings and adventures I had yesterday.

What was that? I couldn’t even fathom what had just happened in my dreams.

As I let out a breath, I realized it was still hard. There is something about this girl. Her touch felt real when I closed my eyes. The dream was so absolute it made a whimper escape me involuntarily.

Maybe it’s time for some pleasure to warm my nights. Maybe this new birdie will do.

I scanned my phone before it was time to go to class. Honestly, I felt terrible about what happened yesterday. Zareena and Victor planned the whole stupid thing, which I was unaware of. 

I shook my head in disgust of yesterday’s drama via social media before I walked toward the bathroom. With a hot shower, I cleared my mind from the unexpected dream.

Strange… That had never happened to me before.

***

When I left my house, I drove towards Matty’s dorm. He must have worked late, so I unlocked his door and jumped on him.

“Come on, Matty. Get up,” I screamed in his ear.

“You asshole. Let me sleep.”

“Zareena and Victor taught her one of our lessons,” I said while reaching next to his bed to scan his snack box.

Suddenly, he woke up and asked, “What are you talking about? Was it the new girl this time?”

I told him everything, and of course, he said it was my fault.

“How is this my fault?” I questioned.

He argued with me and blamed me for the whole situation. 

“Please stop Victor and Zareena from doing such stupid things to people. It’s wrong.”

“Okay, I’ll try. But I am not sure they’ll stop.”

Our argument continued even after we reached college campus. Matt is a nice guy who believes in the mantra of let live and let others live.

Despite his complaining, my mind somehow was pulled into flashes of my dreams from earlier that morning. I’m not sure if he’s right or not, but whatever is going on, that girl is stuck in my head.