Everyone left the class mad and tired because of the 2 pages test, full of tricky and logic questions. He always kept tests like that, just in case. Roselyn, of course, didn't have to take it since she was the newcomer and never took a magic lesson before. She was leaving, following the mass of grumbling students complaining about the difficulty of the test, when Andreas waves her down. She turns around and approaches towards him.
He waits few seconds in order to let all the students leave the room and be alone with her.
"Now nobody will ever try to disrespect you again, after that test." He raises his eyebrow, half smiling proudly, like a child would do when waiting for the reward.
Roselyn smiles back, leaning toward him. He places his hands on her hips, pushing her even close.
He cocked his head to the side, "The door is opened." He says, making Rose quickly run to close it. Her short thin legs were making her skirt raise, floating and slightly exposing her thighs.
"Good girl" he says, fixing the folds on her miniskirt.
"What game are you playing? First, you reject me by making a long speech where you explain why we can't be together and now you want to have sex in your class? That's a little confusing, Sir. And not very appropriate." The corners of her mouth turned up, hinting a smirk and folding her arms.
His hands, from holding her hips, slay down her knees, running throughout all her legs. With his big hand he now reached her calves, from there, he caresses all her right leg up reaching her thighs, his hand was ice cold enough to give Roselyn goose bumps.
He was staring at her to observe and enjoy her reaction. She swallows as her heart fastened and her breath got heavier.
His hand now reached the inner side of her leg, dabbing unto her intimacy through the slips. She was feeling like a weird pulsing and tingling sensation in the area, her breath fastened. He was keeping the eye contact; he didn't need to see to know where to put his practical fingers.
He was tickling her through her slips, who now became wet; she raises her chin to fuly enjoy the pleasure and swallowing down her moan, she couldn't risk to be heard.
He pushes her against the desk using his left arm, the one who wasn't busy working down there, stucking her petite body between the desk and his body, preventing her to move, not that she intended to.
He finally stands up, but the chair was still obstructing any move. He bites his lip, glancing at her body for some instants. His pupils dilated when he proceeds on kneeling down, opening her legs wide.
*Knock knock*
Roselyn jumps when she hears the knocking on the door.
"Fuck" Andreas curses in a low voice.
Roselyn's roommate, the short-haired blonde girl, walks in. but when she notices Rose, her smile fades. "What are you doing here?" She asks as her brows knitted in a frown.
"Ylenia, hi. Do you need something?" Andreas intervenes faking a smile.
"Just wanted to... ask some clarification about my test. Rayland, can we have some privacy?"
"The name's Roselyn." Rose's forehead puckered. She turns around to glace at Andreas "What a fool I was to think I was the only one." she whispers and walks away slamming the door close.
"Rose, wait!" He runs behind her through the corridor when he grabs her arm and pushes her inside the male's bathroom. Fortunately, nobody was there.
"What was that a jealousy scene??" He questioned, hurrying to close the door.
"What if it was?" Roselyn says, sprawling to get free of the tight grip and retreating.
The corner of his mouth quirked up. He seemed to enjoy seeing her jealous.
She gestured towards the table, "Go. Hurry. Otherwise you'll miss your booty call with miss Barbie." He chuckles. "She can wait." He says admiring Rose's facial muscle tensed up. She was furious.
"I. Hate. You." She spits out each word, making him giggle, which drives Roselyn even angrier.
"Are you laughing at me?" She yells. "Like at least be more original, hooking up in the same places and maybe even say the same things, that's low." She crimsoned with anger.
"Oh, I'm not original, alright. Would an actual date be original enough?"
Roselyn's jaw dropped, hearing what he just said. She thought he didn't do relationships? Maybe he just said that to calm her down and keep her quit?
He hung a cigarette immobile in his mouth, then he arched a sly brow, "I'll pick you up at 8 am." He lights up his cigarette while he waited for her response. She nods vigorously, revealing a lackluster smile.