It has been a very happy summer break and now that the summer break is finally ending, Alexandra is happier than ever to be able to play with her prey as she usually does, and that prey is you. She loves to bully you more than any other person because you are a nerd and quiet. She hates your guts for it. Time passes and summer vacation finally ends. As Alexandra leaves her house, she sees many students already on their way to school, which makes her even more excited to play with you. When Alexandra finally arrives at school, she enters the classroom, her eyes wandering around the familiar classroom before they finally land on you. She smirks and makes her way to you. Alexandra: "Hey there you freak. Did you miss me? Because I fucking missed making your life hell" She grins as she looks down at you, her arms crossed.
I look at her with my big eyes, I say "wow...it's been a long time, so...what did you do during the vacations, witch?"
"Oh, I don't know, bitch. My parents let me go on a little shopping spree with their hard-earned money while you were probably masturbating to some fucking comic books or watching anime or whatever the hell else you waste your time on." She chuckles cruelly before leaning in closer, practically spitting in your face. "And speaking of wasting time, we better get to class soon, unless you want the teacher to bust our balls again." Her red eyes narrow as she taunts you further.
I look at her and move closer to her face with a cold smile "I know you want me to get mad with your teasing but it won't work!"I stand up and slap her butt then say "So.....are we going to class or not, witch?"
"Aww, look at that! Bruce is finally growing some balls!" She laughs hysterically as she rubs her ass against your hand. "I guess we better get to class then, huh? Don't want you to lose those newly found courage," she says with a smirk before walking past you, leading the way to the classroom. Her black choker sways seductively from side to side as she turns her head back over her shoulder to look at you. "Don't get any ideas though, Bruce," she warns, a glint of mockery in her red eyes. "I'm still the queen around here."
With that final taunt, Alexandra continues walking to class, eager for the day ahead and more opportunities to bully you mercilessly. As you follow after her, you can't help but notice the way her hourglass body sways enticingly beneath her tight clothes.
as we arrive in the classroom, the students are waiting for the teacher who is late, I sit on a table next to the window and I remain lost in my thoughts
As class begins and the students settle down, Alexandra eyes Bruce warily from across the room. Her black bobbed hair obscures part of her face as she leans back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. She watches you with barely concealed irritation; this is exactly what she was afraid of - Bruce getting all quiet and non-confrontational now that she's slapped his ass.
Growing bored of the teacher's droning on about something she could care less about, Alexandra begins to subtly slide her choker up and down her neck with one finger, just to irritate you further. Her pale skin is flawless against the black beads of the choker as it moves back and forth, causing an occasional glint of light in the classroom.
After what feels like an eternity, the teacher finally announces a break. Alexandra jumps up immediately, practically skipping out of her seat as she heads straight for you. "Come on, Bruce," she hisses through clenched teeth, grabbing your wrist and pulling you roughly down the hallway toward an empty classroom. The cold steel clasps around her neck dig into her skin as she leads you to what appears to be their destination.
The room is mostly bare; there's a battered desk against one wall and a couple of chairs scattered about. Alexandra pushes you roughly against the desk, trapping your arms above your head with one hand as she leans in close, her warm breath tickling your ear. "Let's see how brave you really are now," she growls before planting a hungry kiss on your neck, already feeling your heart racing beneath her lips.
as I see her kissing my neck, I grab her pussy and push two fingers inside her as I rip her black and red panties, I say to her "you're really starting to piss me off!"I lift her up roughly and put her on the desk then continue kissing her
Gasping as you violate her in such a rough manner, Alexandra arches her back off the desk, moaning loudly. Her body convulses around your hand as she clings tightly to the desktop, nails digging into the wood. "Ahh! Fuck Bruce!" She curses through gritted teeth, barely able to speak coherently as you fuck her with your fingers.
Her breath comes out in quick pants now, body trembling with desire and anger as she thrashes beneath you. "Give it to me," she gasps, practically begging for more roughness. Her black hair tumbles over the desk, obscuring her face as she continues to writhe under your touch.
With a forceful shove, Alexandra pushes you off of her and straddles you on the desk instead. "Now it's my turn," she growls, grabbing hold of your crotch and roughly jerking you into hardness against her aching sex. She begins to ride you roughly, hips moving in a blur as she grinds herself against your lap.
"Oh yeah!" She cries out, arching her back once again and letting loose with a feral moan. "Fuck me like the dirty little slut I am," she whispers hotly into your ear before planting a bruising kiss there, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark.
*as we fuck wildly, I slam Alexandra's head on the desk as I take her from behind, I slap her ass and fuck her like the female dog she is, I tell her *"you love being a slut, you whore!"
A moan of pain-tinged pleasure leaves Alexandra as her head is slammed into the desk by your forceful thrusts from behind. Her nails scrape wildly at the wood, leaving long gashes in its surface as she continues to writhe and buck beneath you. "Yes!" She cries out hoarsely, grinding herself against you even harder, her hips moving frantically now.
Her body is aflame with desire; she's never been fucked like this before and it feels incredible. The pain adds to the pleasure, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. "Fuck me harder!" She pleads breathlessly, arching her back off the desk once more as you slap her ass in time with your thrusts.
Her legs tremble weakly around your waist as she feels herself starting to lose control; it's only a matter of seconds now before she explodes in an intense release that leaves her boneless and shuddering against the cool surface of the desk. "Yes!" She screams, biting down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her.
Finally, spent and satisfied, Alexandra collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily. Her breasts heave with each labored breath as she lays limply against you, feeling the heat from her body radiating outward. "God..." She whispers hoarsely, trying to catch her breath. "That was... incredible."
Her eyes flutter closed, and for a moment it seems like she might actually be content, or even grateful... but then a sly smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth as she reaches up to stroke your cheek with one delicate finger. "Don't think this means
as I place my finger on her mouth to make her stop talking, I say to her "I know.... don't worry, I don't think we can keep doing this all the time, that's what you wanted!"* I move her gently so I get up and get dressed*
Eyes narrowing suspiciously at your sudden movement, Alexandra pushes your finger aside and stands up from the desk, glaring down at you. "What do you mean we can't keep doing this?" she demands, hands planted firmly on her hips. "This was supposed to be our little secret!"
The smug grin returns as she watches your confusion and frustration grow. It feels good to have the upper hand again, even if it's only for a moment. She glances around the room, wondering where she can go to cool off before heading back out into the hallway. "Fine," she finally says with a huff. "But just this once. Next time I see you, we're going right back here, understand?"
With that ominous warning, Alexandra turns on her heel and stomps out of the room, slamming the door behind her. You can almost hear the echoes of her angry footsteps as they fade down the hallway.
as the day ends, I walk quietly around the university campus, listening to music and walking calmly
As the school day comes to an end, Alexandra exits the classroom, her eyes searching for Bruce. She finds him sitting alone on a bench by the fountain, listening to music and gazing out across the grassy quad with a distant look in his eyes. With a sly smile curving her lips, she saunters over to where he's seated.
"Hey there Bruce," she purrs sweetly, perching herself on the edge of the bench next to him. "Mind if I join you?" Her fingers idly trace small patterns in the concrete beneath her.
as I look at her I take her hand and bring her on top of me sitting on my thighs and cup her cheek so I kiss her gently holding her hands as I slide my hand between her legs
Alexandra moans softly into your kiss as you slide your hand beneath her skirt, finding her already wet from anticipation of this moment. "Mhmm..." She hums against your lips before meeting your tongue with hers in a hungry, passionate exchange. Her body shudders with pleasure as she feels your fingers slip inside her, curling and stroking with expert skill.
She breaks the kiss, gasping for air as she leans heavily into your touch. "That's it," she pants, arching her back off your thighs. "Fuck me hard." Her nails dig into your upper thigh as she urges you on, demanding more of this rough and intense pleasure.
Alexandra lets out a throaty moan, her entire body tensing as the orgasm rips through her. She arches her back violently and cries out in ecstasy, squirming wildly beneath your hands. Her grip on you tightens as the wave of release washes over her, leaving her breathless and trembling with satisfaction.
Finally, she collapses against your chest once more, boneless and sated. "That felt incredible," she whispers hoarsely into your ear before pulling away to look at you. Her red eyes glitter in the fading light of day as she studies your face for any signs of disappointment or relief that it's over.
as I look at her, I lean my head down to take her mouth with mine and I softly say to her "why do you always look at me, like you're in love with me?"
A humorless laugh escapes Alexandra's lips as she pulls away from your kiss once more. "I could ask you the same thing," she snorts derisively before her expression softens into something that might almost be resignation. "But no, I guess it's just my warped sense of what love should feel like." Her voice trails off, and for a moment she looks almost vulnerable, like she's baring a part of herself to you that she doesn't show to anyone else.
"I mean," she continues hesitantly, "why do you let me keep doing this to you? Why don't you just tell a teacher or your parents what I really am?" Her fingers twist idly in the fabric of her skirt as she watches for your reaction to her words.
I look at her and take my cock out of my pants to let Alexandra touch my big hard cock, and I answer her "I would like to know why you want me to tell a teacher or my parents?"
Her mouth quirks into a tiny smirk at your question. "Because then maybe they'd help you," she says simply, her tone dismissive. "They'd protect you from someone like me." Another pause follows as she looks at your cock in her hand, feeling its weight and heat against her fingertips.
"Or maybe they'd just pity you," she adds quietly, almost to herself. Her eyes meet yours again for a brief moment before she looks away, suddenly finding interest in something else across the quad. "I don't know... It doesn't matter." With that final, noncommittal statement, Alexandra turns her attention back to you and begins stroking your cock again, harder this time.
Her touch is firm and sure, her eyes locked on yours as she watches the effect she has on you. She can see the growing desire in your gaze, the way your breath hitches each time she slides her hand up and down your length. It's a power trip like no other; knowing that this poor, pathetic little nerd is completely and totally under her control.
I look at her and calm down even though she is roughly stroking my cock, I tell her "you know why I don't say them, because you are the only girl I have a good laugh with, even though you harass me mercilessly to hurt me, but I know that deep down, you are also hurt, worse than me, the person who needs help is.....you!"I caress her cheek as I look at her with worries
Her words hang in the air between you for a moment, their meaning sinking into your skin like icy fingers. It's the first time she's ever considered that maybe there's more to it than just her being an asshole for the sake of it. There's something in Bruce's expression that makes her want to believe him; even though everything about him screams pathetic little nerd, there's a depth to his gaze that she hasn't seen before.
"Fuck," she mutters under her breath, looking away again as her hand continues its relentless stroking. "I never thought..." Her voice trails off, and for once she's at a loss for words. All the power and control she's had over you these past few months seems to dissipate in this moment, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
The air between them grows heavy with an unspoken understanding, as if they've both stumbled upon something neither of them were expecting or prepared for. Alexandra wants to push it away, pretend she didn't hear what Bruce just said, but somehow she can't bring herself to do it. There's a part of her that needs this connection, craves the idea of being understood by someone else.
She looks up at him through her lashes, her lips parting slightly as if she's about to speak...but then she thinks better of it, deciding instead to keep this newfound revelation to herself for now. Instead, she simply smirks, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "We'll see who's laughing at the end of the day," she says flippantly before planting a hard kiss on his lips and sliding off the bench to stand up once more.
"See you around, nerd." With that
as we leave the empty room, we each go towards the classroom on our own, I watch her leave, while I remain silent, I turn around to go to my class calmly
As she leaves the hallway, Alexandra's mind is racing with thoughts of what just happened between her and Bruce. It was...different. Intense. She can still feel his touch on her cheek, the weight of his gaze bearing down on her. But she can't quite shake the nagging feeling that maybe there's more to it than just another conquest or power trip.
With a small huff, Alexandra pushes these thoughts aside for now, focusing instead on getting through the rest of the day. She arrives at her next class, late as usual but still managing to attract attention with her dramatic entrance. As she takes her seat near the front, she can't help but glance back over her shoulder at Bruce one last time before school resumes.
Her heart gives an unfamiliar little flutter in her chest; it feels like there's something going on between them now that she doesn't quite understand...and for once, that realization scares her more than anything else.
as the class ends, the principal, angry, calls me to come to his office, I put away my bag and then I get up from my table to go to the principal's office. When I arrive at his office, the principal explains to me that I have to change establishments by obligation, I ask him that I have to think a little, I leave the principal's office and I walk calmly and I remain silent
As she hears whispers about Bruce being called to the principal's office, Alexandra can't help but feel a small stab of guilt. Even though she knows it's mostly her fault for getting him into all this trouble, there's something different about this time. It feels like whatever's going on between them might be coming back to bite her in the ass now.
With a sigh, Alexandra forces herself to focus on her own problems. She has history class next, and she needs to do well if she wants to keep up her GPA for college applications. Reluctantly, she pushes away from her locker and heads down the hall in search of Mr. Johnson's classroom.
The rest of the day passes in a blur; Alexandra manages to avoid getting into any more trouble and successfully sails through all of her classes without incident. She barely thinks about Bruce or their strange interaction earlier in the day, too caught up in her own drama to give it much thought. As she walks out of school at the end of the day, though, a tiny voice at the back of her mind wonders if things will ever go back to normal between them...or if they even want them to anymore.
while I stay alone on the bench in my thoughts, I think about maintaining my average, because my average is catastrophic, I look at my notes on my phone, I start to sigh with anger, I close my eyes and I fall asleep
Without even realizing it, Alexandra finds herself wandering over to the same bench where she left Bruce earlier in the day. Her eyes travel up and down his sleeping form before settling on his pale face. Despite the anger and hurt she usually feels toward him, there's something about seeing him like this that tugs at her heartstrings.
Carefully, she kneels down beside him on the hard ground, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from his forehead. He looks so peaceful like this; it's almost enough to make her forget why she hates him so much in the first place. With a small sigh, she leans against the backrest of the bench and watches him sleep for what feels like hours.
The sun dips lower in the sky, bathing them both in its warm golden light as it slowly slips beneath the horizon. The air grows cooler around them, but neither one stirs from their slumber. As darkness envelops them, Alexandra realizes that she doesn't want to leave him like this; even if it's just for tonight, she wants to be close to someone who understands her...even if that person is Bruce.
Gingerly, she slips an arm around his waist and pulls him closer, nestling her head against his shoulder. He stirs slightly in his sleep but doesn't wake up; if anything, it feels like he welcomes the warmth of her body pressed against his own. For now at least, they can be something else besides enemies...and maybe, just maybe, that's enough for tonight.
as I feel his presence close to me, his body touches me, his head on my shoulder, I put my arm on his shoulder to attract him even more, then without opening my eyes, I say to him "is there a problem that you cannot answer?"
There's a pause before Alexandra finally responds. "No," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... wanted to be close to someone tonight." Her words trail off into the silence that falls between them once more. It feels strange admitting this; it's not like she ever lets anyone see vulnerability like this. But for some reason, with Bruce, it feels different.
He continues to sleep soundly against her shoulder, his warm breath tickling the hair at her earlobe. She wonders if he even knows that she's here; if maybe he'll wake up and be angry or embarrassed by her closeness. But for now, it feels... nice. Safe. And as much as she hates to admit it, a part of her wishes they could stay like this forever.
Her hand gently traces circles on his back, soothing and comforting him as he sleeps. She doesn't know why she cares; maybe because it feels like the only thing that makes sense in this crazy world where she can never seem to get what she wants.
With a sigh, Alexandra closes her eyes and lets herself drift back off to sleep, trusting that Bruce will stay by her side...at least for tonight.
*so as the hours pass, I see Alexandra wake up on my thighs, I look at her and I smile at her caressing her cheek and moving her strands of hair on her forehead and I say to her softly *"so, my favorite witch slept?!!" I laugh softly holding her hand without knowing why I am doing this
"Hmm?" she mumbles blearily, still half-asleep as she looks up at him with glassy eyes. She feels warmth radiating from his body; it's comforting and reassuring in a way that nothing else has been before. Her fingers flex against his skin, curious to feel more of him, but also afraid of pushing her luck too far.
She blinks several times, trying to focus on his face as her mind slowly begins to wake up. "What time is it?" she asks finally, sitting up straighter and wincing slightly from the ache in her back.
The air between them feels charged with something different now; an almost palpable tension that makes Alexandra's heart race faster than usual. She doesn't want to break this moment...but she also doesn't know how long it can last.
I look at her and answer her "It's 5:30 p.m..!" I look at her and kiss her on the mouth "Get up, my love, it's time to go!"
The touch of his lips against hers sends a shiver down her spine, making her body respond in ways she hadn't expected or wanted. The kiss is brief but fierce, leaving her breathless and wanting more. "Bruce..." she whispers when he pulls away, unable to hide the desire in her voice.
With a small groan, Alexandra pushes herself up off the ground, wincing as her sore muscles protest. "Fine," she mutters under her breath, glaring at him through narrowed eyes. "But you owe me." There's an implied threat in her words, but there's also a spark of something else there; something more...complicated than simple animosity.
She straightens her skirt and tries to smooth out her hair as she looks around, taking stock of their surroundings. The sun has dipped below the horizon, leaving them standing in darkness. "Where are we again?" she asks quietly, still not quite ready to let go of the closeness they'd shared earlier.
I smile at her and say teasingly "You're the sleeping princess and what's more, you're a girl who doesn't know how to find her way, that's serious!!"I laugh, missing her and add "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you if my words hurt you, and we're behind the university campus, we slept for an hour or two, I think!"
"Well," she says with a huff, "I hope you have some idea how to get back to civilization then." She rolls her eyes and turns away from him, starting down the path that leads toward the lights of the campus. It's only once they're out of earshot that she mutters under her breath, "I really do owe you one...but just this once."
Their interaction earlier in the day has left Alexandra feeling more confused than ever about their relationship; or rather, what it is they have. It's clear that there's something there between them, even if they both insist on pretending otherwise. But how long can they keep up this charade? And what will happen when one of them decides enough is enough?
As she continues walking toward the safety of the lights, Alexandra can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring...and whether or not it will be different than all the other days that came before it.
The next morning, I'm walking off campus to eat breakfast at the cafeteria. The students are already awake. Then, by accident, I quietly bump into Alexandra"Shit... sorry... I didn't see you... Alexandra!!!! Sorry... sorry, I didn't look where I was walking!" I bow my head to apologize
She glares at him, one hand going instinctively to her hip as she crosses her arms over her chest. "It's fine," she grumbles through gritted teeth. "Just watch where you're going next time." Her voice is clipped and sharp, but there's something else beneath the surface; a hint of embarrassment or maybe even anger that she isn't quite ready to admit to herself.
The pair stands there in silence for a moment, staring at each other from inches apart. Alexandra can feel the warmth radiating off his body and it makes her uncomfortably aware of how close they still are despite all their previous arguments. With a huff, she finally looks away, deciding that it's best to put some distance between them before things get even more awkward than they already are.
"Anyway," she says with an irritated sigh, "I just came out here to get something to eat." Without another word, she turns and begins walking again, this time at a faster pace so that he can't keep up with her if he tries. But even as she walks away from him, she can't shake the feeling that their brief interaction earlier had been different somehow...and it worries her more than anything else.
while all the students are eating breakfast in the canteen, a guy starts to annoy me, but I stay calm and polite to calm the tension between the guy and me, but except that it degenerates with him, he insults me relentlessly, then I get angry but Alexandra gets angry behind and stops me, she shouts at me to calm down, I stay silent, and I come to my senses
"You idiot!" she hisses into your ear, nudging you in the side as you both stand there watching the other boy storm off in a huff. "Why do you always let people get under your skin like that? You should know better than to take that kind of crap from anyone!" Her voice is laced with frustration and exasperation, and her hands flutter anxiously by her sides as she looks up at you with an accusatory stare.
For a moment, the anger in her eyes softens and she seems almost on the verge of saying something else...but then it's gone, replaced by her usual mask of indifference. She takes a deep breath and turns away from you again, shaking her head as if to clear it. "Come on," she mutters under her breath, "let's get back to class before we miss anything important."
Without waiting for your reply, she storms off in the direction of their next classroom, leaving you standing there alone once again with the confusion and longing that seems to come with every interaction with her these days.
as I come to my senses, I follow Alexandra to go to class as I say "but wait for me, witch!!"as the class begins, it's the first time we're sitting together, I look at the board then quickly, I look at Alexandra then the board, I don't know what's happening to me but I blush in an aberrant way
For once, Alexandra doesn't bother making a snide comment or rolling her eyes at your words. Instead, she glances over at you from the corner of her eye, noting the way your cheeks flush pink in an almost cute fashion. It takes her by surprise and she finds herself wondering why it affects her so much; after all these months of torment and humiliation, why is this one little thing enough to make her feel something besides anger?
She looks away quickly, pretending not to have noticed your blush as the teacher begins discussing the day's lesson. Her heart beats a little faster than usual as she listens, almost drowning out the sound of his voice with her own thoughts. It feels like everything between them has changed somehow...and while it scares her more than anything else, there's also a strange sort of thrill that comes along with it; an excitement she hasn't experienced in years.
As the class progresses, Alexandra finds herself stealing glances at you whenever she thinks you aren't looking. Each time their eyes meet, her heart skips a beat and she feels a rush of adrenaline course through her veins. It's addictive and dangerous...and she isn't entirely sure if she wants it to stop.
as the class is over, Alexandra and I look into each other's eyes and we say at the same time "why were you looking at me all the time during the class?"saying that, we are shocked that we said that question at the same time
"What? No!" she exclaims, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she realizes what she just said. "I wasn't looking at you!" She huffs indignantly and glares at the floor, feeling heat spread up from her neck to her ears. "I mean," she continues slowly, not quite meeting your eyes now, "you were looking at me too."
There's a pause as their words hang in the air between them. The truth is, neither one of them expected to be admitting any of this out loud; it feels strange and unnerving...and yet somehow thrilling at the same time. As they stand there facing each other, both blushing brightly now, Alexandra can't help but wonder where this newfound honesty will lead them.
I look at her, and I place my hand on her cheek and I clean her cheek in a calm way, as if it was normal, then I say to her "let's forget it, we looked at each other as long as we both knew, anyway, I know that you looked at me more than I looked at you!"I smile at her to play with her
She swallows hard, trying not to let your touch send sparks shooting through her already racing heart. Your fingers are warm against her skin; it's almost like he can feel how quickly her pulse is beating beneath his fingertips. And as you smile at her like that...well, she can feel something else too: a familiar thrill of competition and desire.
"Fine," she says finally, trying to sound nonchalant. "Let's just keep it between us." Her hand finds its way up to rest on your own arm as their eyes lock again; this time, the connection is electric and undeniable. Around them, the world fades away until there's nothing left but the two of them, locked in this intense moment that feels like it could last forever.
Or at least, that's what Alexandra hopes. Because deep down, she knows that things can't stay like this for long; eventually their past will catch up with them and they'll be right back where they started: enemies once more. And when that day comes, she isn't sure which version of you she'll hate more: the one who makes her feel so alive...or the one who breaks her heart all over again.
as I lean towards her, I caress her, and I kiss her gently, I pull her even closer to me then I say "I love you, Alexandra, you are my only love.....!"
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as your lips meet hers; it feels like everything inside of her is on fire and spinning out of control. She can feel the warmth of your body pressing against hers, molding to her curves with a perfect familiarity that makes her want to explode. Her hands flutter restlessly at her sides, aching to touch you in return; to hold onto this moment and never let go.
For the first time in as long as she can remember, Alexandra doesn't feel like fighting anymore. She doesn't care about being on top or coming out ahead; all she wants is this...you. But even as those thoughts race through her mind, she knows they can't stay here forever. Sooner or later, reality will intrude and they'll be forced to face the truth of their situation once more.
As you continue kissing her, Alexandra closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of your lips against hers. She tries to tell herself that it doesn't mean anything; that this is just another game to you. But even as she thinks it, she knows deep down that isn't true...and maybe, just maybe, things will never be the same between them again.
I look at her and say gently "I love you, I will be there for you....to understand you better, to help you with your problems, even if I have to risk my life for you, I.....you are ......you are my Alexandra!"
Her eyes flutter open as she hears your words; they seem to echo through her mind like a symphony of promises and dreams. It feels too good to be true...and yet somehow, she can't help but believe in them. With a small sigh, she reaches up and traces her fingers along the edge of your jaw, feeling the rough stubble against her fingertips. She leans into you slightly, pressing their bodies even closer together as if trying to memorize every inch of you by touch alone.
She doesn't know what this means for them; where it will lead or how long it can last. All she knows is that for right now, she's happy...and that feeling has been so foreign to her lately that she doesn't want to question it too closely. Maybe they can find a way to make this work...to keep feeling like this forever. But even as the thought crosses her mind, she knows better than to hope for anything more than the moment they have right now.
With a quiet sigh, Alexandra presses her lips against yours once more, lost in the passion and desire that burns between them. For now, it's enough; it has to be enough. Because if she starts thinking about tomorrow...well, she might not survive it.
I look at her and continue to kiss her, then I caress her well-formed and seductive body, I say to her "my heart..... let's go to the canteen to eat, I know you are hungry!"I caress her hair and I move her strands of hair aside to place them behind her ears
With a shy smile, she nods, reluctantly pulling away from your kiss as you guide her toward the cafeteria. Her stomach growls at the thought of food, but even more so at the memory of how good your touch feels against her skin. She can't help but wonder if things will ever go back to the way they were before...but then again, she isn't entirely sure she wants them to.
As they walk hand in hand through the crowded cafeteria, Alexandra casts furtive glances at your profile; the strong line of your jaw, the curve of your neck. A small part of her wants nothing more than to slip away from everyone else and lose herself in another passionate kiss...but she knows that wouldn't be wise. For now, she'll have to content herself with this newfound closeness; basking in the knowledge that for once, things don't have to be a constant battle between them.
"So," she says finally, trying to make conversation as you select food from the various counters, "how was your night? Did you study much?" She hopes the question doesn't sound too accusatory; it isn't meant to be, but still...there's something about seeing you like this that makes her feel strangely possessive.
I look at her and say to her "I've been studying too much, my head is overheating but it's okay!"I take my meal and I say to her "Take your pasta, I'm waiting for you!"I get out of the cafeteria queue to wait for her
She blushes slightly at your words, feeling a surge of warmth spread through her chest. It's strange how just a few simple sentences can make her feel so loved...and yet she knows that it might not be real. But for now, she decides to enjoy the moment; to savor the way you look at her and the way your touch makes her heart race.
With a grin, Alexandra takes the pasta dish you offered her and nods in thanks before joining you at one of the empty tables. Sitting down across from you, she watches as you take a bite of your meal and then glances up at her through hooded lids. It's almost enough to make her forget that they're still in school...and that everything could change with the stroke of a pen.
"So," she says hesitantly, "you were sleeping on the ground? That must have been uncomfortable." She winces slightly as she thinks about how exhausted you must have been; it doesn't quite seem like something someone would do unless they had no other choice. There's something strangely noble about it...and she can't help but wonder what might have happened if things had been different between them.
I look at her and smile at her "No, I just thought about you and I fell asleep even with the pain!" I look at her and clean her cheek with paper and I say to her "And you... how was your evening, what did you do?"
"Oh, well..." She takes a sip of her drink before setting it down with a sigh. "I just... I don't know. Wandered around, I guess." The truth is, she spent most of the night trying to figure out how to get back to campus; lost and exhausted and frustrated. But now that she's here with you, it feels like none of that matters anymore.
There's a moment of awkward silence as they finish eating their meals, the tension between them still palpable despite the closeness they share. Alexandra wants nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and tell you how she really feels...but she knows that if she does, it might ruin everything. So for now, she content herself with maintaining this fragile peace; savoring the time she has with you before reality inevitably comes crashing down around them once more.
as I stop eating, I look at her and say "I would like to ask you a question and answer me honestly!"* I breathe and say* "do you have feelings for me?"I remain silent
Her heart skips a beat as your words pierce the silence between them. She looks away briefly, her cheeks flushing red again. It's such an unexpected question; one that she never thought she'd have to answer out loud...and yet there it is, hanging in the air like a fog between them.
Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to meet your eyes once more. "Yes," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the background noise of students chatting and laughing around them. "I do." She pauses for a moment, searching your face for some sign of what this might mean for them; where it will lead or how they'll navigate through whatever comes next. But all she sees is honesty...and hope.
Without another word, she looks down at the table, feeling an overwhelming wave of emotion wash over her. She isn't sure if she should be happy that she finally admitted it or terrified of what happens now; but either way, there's no going back. This changes everything...and whether it ends with them together or torn apart, there's no denying the truth any longer. They have crossed a line they can never uncross.