Andrew slumped down on his desk, finally feeling a moment of calm. He pulled out his cell phone and unlocked it with a sigh, wanting to distract himself from the strange day he was having. Noticing the notification from Luna, his sister, he tensed up; however, curiosity got the better of him, and he opened the message without thinking too much.
What appeared on the screen left him breathless: Luna had taken the photo in the mirror of her room, completely naked, her legs spread wide, giving him a full view of her body. Her pussy was wet and pink, shining under the light of her room, her lips swollen, opening in a shameless invitation. Luna's gaze was defiant and playful, her eyes fixed on the camera as if she knew perfectly well the effect it was going to have on him. The fingers of one of her hands barely touched the entrance to her pussy, letting a drop of moisture slip temptingly, showing him how much she wanted him, how much she was willing to tempt him.
Andrew felt a scorching heat running through his body, every part of his skin burning as the image burned into his mind. His erection became unbearably evident under his pants, but in a reflex action, he turned off his cell phone, his heart beating wildly.
"Damn, Luna" Andrew muttered to himself, his pulse still racing and the image of his sister burning in his mind.
He was about to let himself be carried away by that whirlwind of forbidden thoughts when the arrival of Christopher, his only friend, brought him back to reality. Chris was a small and shy guy, always with those thick-framed glasses and his freckles scattered over his nose. Despite his fragile appearance, he was loyal like no one else.
"Hey, bro! How are you?" Chris greeted him with a smile, dropping into the seat next to him and throwing his backpack on the desk.
"What's up?" Andrew replied, trying to compose himself.
"You're not going to believe this, but I bought the new Elden Ring DLC."
That immediately caught Andrew' attention. Elden Ring was one of his obsessions, and the expansion had just come out, full of content he wanted to explore. Unfortunately, he couldn't afford it; without a job, his whims depended on waiting for deals or using savings he didn't have right now.
"Are you kidding me?" he asked, genuinely surprised and a little envious.
Chris shook his head with a satisfied smile on his lips.
"Seriously, bro. It's crazy, out of this world. If you want, you can come to my house today and we'll play it together. You'll freak out."
The thought made him feel much better. "That would be amazing," Andrew said, relieved to finally be able to think of something to distract him from all the strange tension that had built up during the day. Getting out of the house and losing himself in the world of Elden Ring sounded like the perfect escape; he needed a break after all the weird stuff that was going on. From Elizabeth's intense reaction to those inexplicable glances from all the girls who passed him in the hallway, each one seemed ready to devour him.
Before they could continue, Elizabeth appeared again, her presence imposing like thunder in the classroom. Her eyes, filled with fierce determination, landed directly on Christopher, who looked up timidly, swallowing. She smiled a cold and calculating smile, and stood right in front of him, making it clear that she was taking his seat.
"Are you going to stay there all day or are you planning to move?" Elizabeth said, her tone more of an order than a question. The glint in her eyes made it obvious that she wouldn't take no for an answer.
Christopher, too intimidated by the proximity of this girl he had always considered unattainable, couldn't utter a word. With a nervous nod and lowered gaze, he stood up and gathered his things, casting a fleeting glance at Andrés before leaving the scene.
Elizabeth took Christopher's seat without missing a beat, crossing her legs provocatively, the hem of her skirt riding up just enough to reveal a flash of her bare thigh. She leaned toward Andrew, her warm breath caressing his neck while her lips barely moved to form a tempting whisper.
"Now that we're alone..." she murmured, her voice caressing each word "Would you tell me what you were thinking before I arrived?"
Andrew swallowed, feeling Elizabeth's proximity disarm him. Her sweet, intoxicating scent floated in the air, mixing with the tension he tried to conceal. He had never been this close to a girl like her: Elizabeth, the most unattainable and desired girl in school, was now leaning towards him, with that playful smile on her lips and her dark eyes fixed on him as if he were the only one in the classroom.
Trying not to get carried away, Andrew looked away from Elizabeth's legs, which crossed with a shameless elegance, her smooth, tanned thighs too visible for his sanity.
"What's wrong, Elizabeth?" he said, trying hard to keep his voice steady.
Elizabeth smiled, barely biting her lip. "Call me Eli, honey," she replied in a flirtatious tone as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Andrew frowned, confused and a little exasperated. "What's wrong with you? You don't even know me. We haven't even exchanged two words in our lives and now... now you're here as if you were trying to seduce me!"
Elizabeth let out a low laugh, the kind of laugh that makes you feel like you have things under control and she knows it. "And that's a problem?" she whispered, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her skirt, pushing it up just a little bit more. Her eyes locked with Andrew, and the intensity of her gaze made him feel trapped.
Andrew could hardly believe what was happening. He had fantasized about Elizabeth so many times, about her full lips, her perfect body, and that attitude that always seemed so distant and forbidden. But now, she was right in front of him, her eyes dark and filled with raw desire. Andrew' pulse quickened when he noticed how close she was, the heat of her breath brushing his skin, every fiber of her body on alert.
"Elizabeth… you have a boyfriend," he murmured, his voice cracking, his self-control cracking at the sight of her so close, so fucking provocative. He looked away, almost embarrassed. "And look at me... I'm Andrew, the boy no one looks at... the ugliest in school, I think."
Elizabeth let out a low, sensual laugh, moving closer until her lips were a breath away from his face. Her eyes gleamed with something dark, almost dangerous, that made Andrew feel a chill run down his spine. The distance between them was minimal, their lips almost touching.
"So what if you're right, Andrew?" she murmured, her voice low, laden with lust. "I don't care about that." With a slow, deliberate movement, she stuck out her tongue and slid it down his cheek, tasting his skin. The wetness of her tongue and the warmth of her breath made Andrew feel an electric shock run through his body, every muscle tensing, every thought turning to mist under that unexpected, brazen touch.
Paralyzed, his breathing hitched, his mind clouded. Instinctively, he looked around, afraid that someone had seen them, but the classroom was empty as if the entire universe had left them alone for that provocation. Elizabeth smiled at his bewilderment and, without taking her eyes off him, moved one of her hands, slowly tracing a line down his chest, down to his abdomen, stopping just before reaching the waistband of his pants, her fingers barely brushing the skin under his shirt.
"Son of a...! Christopher, where are you?!" Andrew muttered in a desperate attempt, his voice a muffled whisper as he looked around, searching for a way out, anything that would help him regain control of the situation.
But the distraction lasted only a second because Elizabeth didn't waste a single instant in focusing her attention back on him. Her hand moved down unhurriedly, tracing a slow and shameless path down his torso to his crotch. Andrew felt his breath become erratic, heat building beneath his pants as Elizabeth's hand lingered just above his erection, squeezing gently, teasing him with a touch as delicate as it was calculated.
"You know?" she whispered, her lips so close to his ear that each word sank into him like a spark. "I've been fantasizing about this for so long, sweetheart. I've seen you in the hallways, so serious, so quiet... and you don't know how much I've wanted to do this."
Her hand began to move in gentle circles, squeezing and releasing, as if she enjoyed the torture, letting Andrew feel every touch, every inch of the desire that now burned in her eyes.
Elizabeth didn't stop looking at him as her hand shamelessly explored every inch of his erection through his pants, squeezing with a pressure that made him bite his lip to keep from moaning. Andrew was caught in that limbo between reason and desire, one part of him completely surrendered to the touch of her hand, while the other fought with the fear that someone could walk in and see them at any moment.
"Come on, Andrew..." Elizabeth whispered, her eyes shining with overflowing lust, her smile crooked, "Relax. No one is going to interrupt us, or would you rather get caught?" She let out a low, wicked laugh, and without hesitation, she began to slide her fingers along the edge of his pants, until she slipped her hand inside, finding the hot, throbbing skin of his cock, which was already rigid, hardening even more under the touch of her skilled fingers.
Andrew gasped, his breathing quick and ragged, unable to resist the pressure Elizabeth was exerting on him. He tried to look away from the door, but each movement of her hand made his eyes close again, concentrating only on the sensation of her touch. Elizabeth lowered her hand further, wrapping her firm fingers around him as she began to stroke him in a slow, cruel rhythm, teasing as if she was enjoying watching him struggle between pleasure and fear.
"Look how you get for me…" she murmured against his ear, her voice dripping with desire. "Don't worry, no one's coming in. Right now, it's just you and me, and I want to feel you until you can't take it anymore."
Andrew tried to resist, his hands shaking and his mind screaming at him to pull away, that he couldn't let himself go like this… but Elizabeth's determination was a magnet, and his own body betrayed him. The touch of her fingers, the way she squeezed him with those slow, increasingly intense movements… they enveloped him in a tide of heat and desire that he simply couldn't resist.
Finally giving in, his body relaxed under Elizabeth's touch, and, with a victorious smile, she gently pushed him back against the back of the chair, her gaze fixed on him as she slowly crouched between his legs. Without losing eye contact, she brought her hands to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning them with almost indecent skill. In the blink of an eye, Andrew felt the cool air of the classroom on his skin as Elizabeth released his erection, which throbbed, eager and hard, at the sight of her.
Without stopping, Elizabeth stuck out her tongue, slowly running the tip along the rim, giving him a first teasing lick that made him gasp, his body responding instantly. She smiled and, without waiting any longer, opened her mouth and took him in, her warm, wet lips surrounding him as she began to move in a gentle but deliberate rhythm, sucking and caressing him with a mastery that left Andrew breathless.
Every movement of her tongue made him shudder, his hands finding the back of the chair in an attempt to stay in control, though little by little, the pleasure was consuming him. Elizabeth moved with torturous precision, her tongue brushing over every part of his erection as she sucked with an intensity that left him on the edge. Looking at him with those eyes full of defiance and desire, she quickened the pace, her lips moving up and down, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until Andrew could barely contain the moans that escaped from his mouth, completely surrendered to the pleasure she was giving him.
Elizabeth smiled mischievously as she watched Andrew barely manage to stay standing, his tense hands clinging to the back of the chair. Without taking her gaze off him, she slid her hands to her blouse, unbuttoning the first few buttons and letting her generous breasts peek out, soft and perfect, inviting him to lose himself in them. With a slow and deliberate movement, she freed them completely, and the intensity in her eyes grew as she saw Andrew' reaction, who couldn't look away.
With a cheeky smile, Elizabeth pressed her breasts around his erection, enveloping him in that soft warmth that made him moan instantly. She began to move slowly, her breasts trapping him, brushing against him with a sensuality that had him on edge. Andrew panted, his breathing getting faster, his body unable to contain the wave of pleasure she was causing him. The friction of her breasts against his skin, the softness of each brush, was a delicious torture that disarmed him.
Elizabeth tilted her head down, her tongue darting out to brush the tip of his erection as she continued to press her breasts around him. With each movement, she alternated between the warmth of her mouth and the softness of her breasts, sucking and sucking as she caressed him with incredible precision. Andrew felt the pleasure building in waves, his entire body trembling, every muscle tense as she brought him to the edge.
When he finally couldn't take it anymore, a moan escaped his lips and his body shuddered, letting himself be carried away by the climax. Elizabeth felt every pulse as he released into her mouth, and without hesitation, she caught it all, swallowing every drop with a look of satisfaction, her lips staying closed over him until Andrew was completely spent, panting, his mind still lost in the intensity of the moment.
Elizabeth, with a mischievous and triumphant smile, slid her hand to straighten Andrew's clothes, giving him one last kiss on the tip before calmly buttoning her blouse. Andrew, still dazed and trying to compose himself, had barely begun to stand up when the classroom door slammed open.
A couple of Elizabeth's friends entered, followed by her boyfriend, a tall guy with an arrogant attitude who gave a confused look when he saw Andrew next to her. Elizabeth turned slowly, without losing her composure, while he looked at her with narrowed eyes.
"Eli? Honey, what are you doing here with that nerd?" her boyfriend asked, distrust evident in his voice.
Elizabeth turned to Andrew one last time, her tongue slowly sliding over her lips as if she wanted to make sure she didn't leave a trace, and she winked cheekily at him, a mischievous spark dancing in her eyes.
"Nothing, honey," she replied in her soft, charming tone, "I was just having breakfast." She gave him an innocent smile, took her backpack with ease, and pulled out a piece of gum that she put in her mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
As she left to meet her boyfriend and her friends, she let one last glance fall on Andrés, that dangerous smile that he knew held all her secrets.
"What the fuck is going on?" Andrew said to himself.