You stare at each other awkwardly. You liked him. You wanted him. Your dreams were occasionally invaded by images of him, with you. You weren’t stupid. You could put two and two together. He was watching porn, masturbating and losing track of time. What did surprise you, however, was the content. You’d never known how he’d react if you wanted to become more than friends. Maybe now you had your answer.
A moment of awkwardness later, you decided to throw caution aside, and leapt up, and kissed him.
He was surprised, but then you felt his arms wrap around you, his body press against yours, and you felt a flush of arousal shoot through you.
You pulled apart after a moment, panting, faces flushed. “Sorry…” you muttered.
He was grinning widely, beaming even. “Don’t be, I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but didn’t know how’d you react if I asked for… more… whoa…” He trailed off as you took a step back.
You felt so damn hot, your cock straining against your boxers, and you could feel a growing damp patch between your legs. You wanted him, and he wanted you, and so you let your arousal control you as you stripped off your green blouse, revealing a pale blue sports bra. You gave him an embarrassed smile, even as he seemed completely transfixed with your impromptu striptease.
You pulled off your skirt, revealing your black boxers, and your cock straining to be released. You pushed yourself against him, and started undoing his shorts, fumbling as nerves mixed with your arousal. He was quick to strip his t-shirt, and you finally managed to get his shorts undone, and dropped them, swiftly followed by his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free.
You swallowed thickly, your breathing heavy… you wanted this.