School Erotica

Silence, echoing through the halls of the empty school, it nears its closing time. No helpers, no teachers, only a few students hurrying up to leave for the weekend.
I’m the last of my class, sitting in front of the round tables that seem to vanish in my tired, sleepy head, eyes and mouth, yawns and rubbing the tips of the eyes.
The teacher, the last to leave, passes by with his backpack and sunglasses on, slipping a “see you next week” so fast that I couldn’t even open my eyes to see him go down the stairs.

Silence took place yet again and I nearly fell asleep for a second that seemed like an eternity. My eyes close yet again and this time I’m awakened by something that landed on my lap.
I opened my and saw her face, covered in dark brown stars, shining light brown eyes and full, pulsing lips, asking to be kissed. She smiled, devious and daring. “You ok? What’s wrong?” she asked. “You are” that’s what I wanted to answer.
All dressed up and fancy, long purple skirt with delicate flowers designs, black skinny top covered by a thin purple jacket, blending smoothly with the skirt and to top it all up, one toe sandals carrying her through the air.
My mind stopped when I saw her in the morning and I could not take it out of my mind all day long, the forbidden love, my reason of hate and anguish.

But there she is, sitting on my lap like she did back in the days, arms around my neck and at a lips distance. Oh god, I can even feel the taste of it and her legs, exposed just a little bit, god kill me, please.
I looked her in the eyes and asked once, “Get off my lap!” Her face shifted to one of lost, sadness, “Why? What’s wrong?” “Nothing, just move.” I mumbled. “What if I don’t?” she daringly asked.

Without removing my eyes of her my hands dropped to her exposed legs. She flinted but did not stop me. My hands sought to adjust to her legs, grabbing them lightly and slowly, enjoying every second, and every inch of it all.
I started going up, underneath the skirt. As I reached the knees she seemed flourished but still stood there, not giving in. From there up she would let out a few sights as I passed.

By the time my hands could feel how wet she was it crossed my mind, should I go any further? She isn’t stopping me but what?

An impulse out of control, my hands moved, adapted to her forms, one sliding back over her ass and the other over her panties, smooth, delicate. She sighted and trembled, as a cold passed through her spine. My right hand massaged her pussy over the panties and felt every little detail, wet, opened, alive, asking for more and so I gave.
I pulled her panties down and went for the real thing. My fingers played around, spread and felt her inside. She moaned faintly and them reached for under the skirt, down to my pants and as she unzipped me she moved closer.

She reached inside and pulled it out. She stood up in the tip of the toes and with my hands guiding her “it” went. Hot and wet, slightly tight and so alive. She let out a faint scream and slowly moved, a bit more and again, holding her arms over my shoulders and she gave me a long, tongue wrapped kiss that hold through the first few hard thrusts.

After those firsts’ thrusts, we began to match our movements, raising the heat and intensity, the expectation and the desire and finally hitting the spot. An explosion of pleasure and emotions, followed by a moment of ease, of kissing and being lost in each others eyes.

The school remains silent, empty, as the two of us went our different ways.