Written for image 18 of the May contest!
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Tabi, the girl who sits next to me in my literature class, is the absolute cutest. Big, dark doe eyes, near black, that hide most emotions, not that she shows much anyway. Shoulder-length hair, tied up into tiny pigtails or space buns, depending on her mood. Dark lipstick and winged eyeliner, sharpen enough to pierce my heart seven times over.
She mostly keeps to herself. rarely ever raising her hand in class, but she keeps up with the coursework with ease, probably one of the top scorers in our class. I try talking to her when I can, but the most I get is a quick “sure” and that’s if I’m lucky.
We often choose each other when we need to partner up for peer reviews. I love reading her essays, and I seldom have to fix much. My biggest gripes are her love of the semicolon, and every time she reads the comments about it, I see her roll her eyes. I swear there’s a fraction of a smile that accompanies the annoyance, but it fades just as quickly as I can see it spot it.
Our literature class is once a week on Monday, and my entire weekend is spent concocting plans to talk to her next class, but it never plays out. Tabi’s quiet, but I’m not much better.
On the last day of class, after our final exam, I stand outside in the hall, eagerly waiting for her to walk out the door. I stop her, clearing my throat, and at last I ask, “Do you think you would…wanna go out with me sometime?”
Her expression is everything I was scared of. Furrowed brows and a wrinkled forehead. Pursed lips that explode into a flurry of giggles.
My shoulders slouch and I turn around, grimacing. “Sorry for bothering you—“
Tabi grabs my wrist and tugs me back to face her. “Sorry. I’m not laughing because you asked me out. It’s more that I was wondering this whole semester if it was ever gonna happen.”
“Better late than never?” I offer.
“Definitely,” she agrees. The corners of her mouth fall back into that flat expression I’m used to, and that reassures me.
“When are you free next?”
“Right now,” she answers without hesitation.
“Don’t you have other finals to study for?”
“I’ve been studying all week. I could really use a break. Unless you’re not ready right now?” Tami frowns.
I’ve waited long enough for this. “Nope. Now is perfect.”
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Tabi looks at me from the corners of her eyes when we walk into a bookstore. She’s fighting a grin. “Really?”
“Hey, I’m going off what I know and I know you like to read. That’s kind of all I have to go off of,” I say.
A shrug from her accepts my answer, and we walk down the aisles combing through sections. I grab a book from the shelf, reading the synopsis to myself.
“Crime history?” She asks, scanning it over my shoulder. “Sounds cool.”
I shrug. “It’s caught my eye the last few times I came here.”
“Then I think the day today is the day to take the leap and get it.”
“What makes you so sure?” I ask with a laugh.
“You asked me out today, didn’t you? You might as well reward yourself.”
“Fine, but only if you let me buy you something too.”
She raises a brow, but there’s the slightest bit of blush on her cheeks. With an eye roll, she gives in, speaking through the corner of her mouth, “Do what you want.”
We continue our walks through the aisles, passing through all the staple sections: romance, science fiction, mystery. When I fall too far behind her steps, she reaches back to grab my hand, not letting go until I’m by her side. I squeeze her hand, getting a quick glance before her eyes snap forward again.
Something catches her eye, and we’re walking down the manga aisle. I recognize some of the titles, but I’ve never known where to start. “I didn’t think you were into this kind of stuff.”
“My older cousin lent me a bunch when I was ten. I thought it would be a phase, but that didn’t end up being the case,” she explains. A frown accompanied by a rapid flit of her eyes shows some embarrassment. “It’s a guilty pleasure of mine.”
I grab a random volume off the shelf, surprised at the low price compared to some of the other books we’ve seen today. “Well, grab a few then.”
Tabi gasps, and she squats down, combing through a title, counting quietly to herself. After pulling out the first volume, she reads the back and the whitening of her knuckles is a testament to her joy. “Oh wow, I didn’t think these were sold in stores. They have the whole series!”
“I can get it for you if you want. It’s only those three after all.”
“Really?”
I grab her books, stacking them on top of my own and gripping them tightly. “If you really don’t want me to buy them for you, I’ll buy them for myself, you can visit me, and you can come by to borrow them.”
Tabi smirks “Was this some clever rule to get me to go back to your place?”
“Not intentionally,” I say with a blush, “that’s not what I—“
“I never said it wasn’t open to it,” Tabi says. She grabs my hand again, gripping it tightly, guiding us towards the registers.
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She’s handsier than I expect. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, holding my hand when she can. Or gripping the sleeve of my coat if my hand isn’t available to hold. Even on the train ride home, she rests her hand on my thigh, and often keeps her knee leaning against mine. I’d be lying if the contact didn’t quicken my pulse.
My heart is ready to burst from my chest when we walk into my apartment. I’m endlessly thankful that I cleaned over the weekend. I motion to the couch and ask if she wants anything to drink.
“Coffee or tea is fine. Something hot if you have it.”
I disappear into the kitchen, sniff a mug to ensure it’s clean, and open the drawer for the a satchet of instant instant coffee. My expression sours; just one left, but it will be well-spent. If I really need more, I can wait until my next paycheck clears.
She’s comfortable on the couch, ripping off the plastic of her manga.
I leave the coffee on the table in front of her and say with a smile, “What’s with the plastic wrap anyway? Does it keep the book fresh?”
She laughs louder than I’ve ever heard. It’s hearty. Genuine. Infectious. She opens to the first page and blushes, flipping the book towards me. “This is why.”
“Oh. Those are breasts,” I say dumbfounded, eyes scanning all over the page. “And a dick.”
“Genuinely, I do read these for the story, but I think the sex scenes are pretty well done,” Tami says. “That’s not weird, is it?”
“No, not at all,” I assure her. “If I get a second date, maybe I can borrow them? I’m intrigued.”
She looks at me with a raised brow. “We’ll see.”
I grab my own book and take a seat next to her to start reading. Tabi leans against me, putting her head on my shoulder. I tense up immediately, only relaxing after a few breaths.
Tabi flips away at her pages, humming quietly to herself as she reads, and I can’t seem to get past the first paragraph. It’s the same four sentences over and over again. I’m too concentrated on how close she is. This is everything I wanted since the semester started.
She sits up, rolling her head on her neck and kneading at the back of it. “Do you mind if I lay down?”
“Go for it.” My eyes widen. I expect her to lie back on the armrest and stretch your feet out across my lap, but she rests her head on top of my thighs instead.
She tilts her head, looking straight into my eyes. “This is fine, right?”
I almost don’t respond. It’s so easy to get lost in those dark eyes. I stammer a response eventually. “Y-yeah.”
I’m still stuck on the same paragraph. She keeps reading, making a decent dent into her first volume. Her heels travel closer to her rear, and the fabric of her skirt slowly slips down revealing more of her fishnet-covered legs.
My issue is not in concentration, but in content. Despite trying to read the same paragraph, I have no issue scanning every inch of her legs, building a mental map in my head.
Every shift of her head puts a pause in my breathing. I see her pull her book down to peer at me over the top of her pages. “Have you learned anything fun from your book?”
“Nothing yet. It’s a slow start,” I say with a nervous grin.
“I’m sure that doesn’t help,” Tabi comments. She turns her head to stare at my growing bulge. Coyly, she asks, “Is that because of me?”
“Sorry, I’m still…processing everything. This feels like a dream that I’ll just wake up from any moment now.”
She licks her lips, and her eyes turn towards me. “Do you…want me to suck it?”
“If you do that, I definitely won’t be able to concentrate on the book.” I laugh.
“Good. I want your eyes on me and only me,” she says, taking the book from my hand and placing it on the coffee table with her own. Her hands gravitate towards my pants to undo them, and my breath catches in my throat when I hear her undo the zipper.
I don’t dare protest or complain. I lift my ass off the bed so that she can pull my pants and underwear down and she doesn’t waste a second to do so. One question plagues my curiosity. “Why are you doing this?”
“I guess I’ve always wanted to,” She says with a shrug before licking along the bottom of my shaft. “You always tense up when I’m nearby. You don’t do that with any of the other girls in our class.”
“So I’m that obvious?” I ask nervously with a chuckle.
“Surely you remember the low-cut top I wore before fall break?” Tabi shoots back, kissing my tip. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off my cleavage. Don’t pretend like I didn’t notice.”
“Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. It’s a shame you only asked me out today. We could’ve been doing this long ago.” Her lips wrap around my head, and she sucks it. Her black lipstick looks amazing around the ridges of my tip. “Do you think about me when you’re alone?”
I hesitate to answer looking away, but that’s almost as damning as a definitive yes. A cool breeze fins my spit-covered tip, and I shudder.
“Be honest.”
“I d-do,” I stammer, gritting my teeth as she takes me into her mouth. Her lips travel lower than before, and I watch in awe as more of my length disappears into her mouth.
“You jerk off thinking about me?” Tabi asks casually. She grabs my shaft, stroking it before her mouth returns to me. Her lips and fist move in tandem along me, and I throw my head back in agony, pushing into her mouth.
“I do.”
“I bet this feels better than your hand.”
Moans escape my mouth, and I purse my lips shut, nodding.
The corners of her lips turn upwards, and her eyes dilate. Tabi sucks more fervently, bobbing her head, twisting her hand around me. “I didn’t take you to be the type to be vocal. I love a good boy like you.”
Good boy. Her words echo in my head, clearing out any other coherent thoughts that linger. My breath hitches, and I grasp the cushion of the couch, forcing another husky breath out.
“Those noises are all fo me, aren’t they?” she coos when pulling off for a breath.
“Yes…”
“Most guys I’ve met on campus love the mommy dommy aesthetic I give off, but they can’t handle it in real life when push comes to shove. You’re different, aren’t you? Do you like it when a girl takes control?”
“Mhm,” I admit, shamefully. “It’s probably why it took so long to ask you out.”
“That’s okay. I’m just really glad you did,” Tabi says with a smile. She licks the side of my shaft, kissing along it. “Now I get to hear those cute moans of yours.”
Fuck. That’s not fair. If she keeps talking like this, I’m bound to bust. Every stroke pushes me closer to the edge. My words come out as a jumbled mess. “Imgonnacome.”
“What’s that?” Tabi asks, taking her hand off and watching me throb. She tilts her head playfully, pretending not to hear me. “You said you wanna come?”
I nod, short of breath. My hips lift off the couch to her mouth, but she evades it, and I graze her cheek. Tabi grins.
She shakes her head, chiding me, “Say please.”
“Please.” The word barely comes out through my whimpers.
She looks deep into my eyes, stroking me quickly, and her amused smile disappears. Her voice is stern, now. “Louder.”
“Please,” I nearly shout. Her hand doesn’t let up. She tightens her grip, gives her hand a twist, and stares at the way I throb in her hand.
“Hmmm. No.” Tabi removes her hand completely and stands up. She puts a foot on the sofa next to my leg. I get a glimpse of bright pink lace, a stark contrast from what I expected. My hand finds the back of her calf, and I lean my head against her knee, looking up at her. “You were looking at my legs while we were reading, weren’t you?”
I don’t respond, only hanging my head in shame.
“What were you thinking about?”
“How much I wanted to tear them open,” I say boldly, against my better judgement.
“Go ahead, then,” she tells me, guiding my hand to the netting in front of her pink panties. My gaze lingers at her for more permission, and she smiles, nodding, lifting my chin up with a curled finger. “I said go ahead.”
The netting snaps easily as I rip it apart, and I’m practically salivating at the unobstructed view of her panties.
“Do you want to see it?”
“I’m looking at them, already. It’s a really cute pair,” I tell her with a blush.
“I’m not talking about that,” she laughs. Her fingers pull the gusset aside and I stare at a set of puffy lips, soaked folds, and a clit that’s begging to be played with.
If breathing was hard before, it’s near impossible now. I bite my lip. The beautiful sight has me in a trance, but my attention returns to her face as I stare up at her. “Everything about you is perfect.”
“Wait until you feel me,” Tabi says, stepping the other foot on the other side of my lap. She squats down, lowering herself, lining me up until my head sits between her lips.
“Fuck,” I say under my breath. Shock riddles my face as I look at her. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t you want it? The way you were staring at it, you looked like you needed it.”
“I do.” I feel starved suddenly. If she asked me to beg, I know I would.
“Good, because I wanna feel you too,” Tabi says, slamming down until her lips kiss my hilt.
God, she’s so warm and so wet. She rests her hands hands on my shoulders as she bounces. I lick my thumb and rub her clit. Her mouth hangs open and a moan escapes. I swipe faster, earning another moan and a satisfied smirk.
“Should we grab a condom?” I ask.
“Why? Not interested in having kids while you’re in college?”
“Sounds like a lot of responsibility,” I joke, “it’d be hard to balance that and homework.”
“So if I get pregnant, you won’t take responsibility?”
Warmth blooms in my chest when her expression softens. “Of course I would.”
Tabi bounces harder, body slamming against mine grinding as she bottoms out. I feel her clench. With a grin, she whispers into my ear, “Don’t go back on your word.”
“I won’t,” I promise, panting. Groan after groan slips out as her lips grip tighter around me. I throb inside her, and I don’t know how much more I can take. “Fuck. I’m getting close. I can pull out.”
Her lips stick out in a pout. “But I really want it inside me. You can do that for me, can’t you? Think of how good it would feel for you.”
Temptation gets the better of me. I swipe my thumb faster against her clot. Her fingers dig against the back of my neck, threatening to break skin. Breaths shorten. She pants hard, moaning for me.
I see her smile grow wider, and her mouth hangs open. Tabi’s cries climb higher with each shallow breath, filling my living room, “Fuck, I’m coming on that cock.”
Her voice turns feral, huffing loudly before she pulls me in to bite my lips, and she shoves her tongue into my mouth. I accept it, pressing mine against hers, but I’m no match for her appetite.
Tabi writhes on top of me, hips grinding back and forth, twirling in a circle, and sliding along pmy shaft. After she gets her share of pleasure, she slows down, shuddering, grinning and moving to kiss my cheek. She works her way towards my earlobes, giving them a nibble. “If you get me pregnant, just think. You can have this whenever you want, and we don’t have to worry about condoms.”
I groan for her after she tugs in my hair. Ecstasy crosses my face. I’m pushing up into her without meaning to, driving deep. My hands gravitate towards her hips, pulling her down towards me.
She bites her lip, staring at my face. “That’s it. Fill me up.”
Tabi gasps when I shoot the first spurt into her. It encourages her to bounce harder. She grabs my head, pressing her forehead against mine. “Push it deep into me. Don’t stop until there’s nothing left.”
I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight tightly, and I feel feel her convulse around me, as if to keep me inside. I can’t think of the last time I came this hard.
My body slows to a stop, and I wince as she raises herself off me. While Tabi adjusts her panties to cover herself, I catch the sight of my cum leaking out of her slit. She notices me looking and smiles. Patting the top of my head, she leans in for a sweet kiss. “Good job.”
I’m not sure what to say next, but I do my best. “Just let me know…. if you miss your period, I mean.”
“No, don’t worry about it. I’m actually on the pill, but it made for an exciting time,didn’t it?” Tabi tells me with a smug smile.
“Ah, okay.”
“Tuition is bad enough. Can you imagine if we get to tack on buying diapers and formula on top of paying for classes? Fuck that.”
I chuckle and nod in agreement.
“I do mean it, though. You really don’t have to use condoms next time,” Tabi says, uncharacteristically shy this time.
“Next time?” I’m unable to hide the eagerness in my voice.
“Well, duh. I had a lot of fun today so if you’re down, I’d definitely like to see you more.”
Heat finds my face as I smile. “Good thing, too. I was working up the courage to ask you if you were taking the creative writing course next semester.”
“Of course.”
“Is the seat next to you already accounted for?” I ask her.
“Perhaps. There’s this guy I started seeing recently,” she jokes.
“Oh?” I play along. “Is it serious?”
“It can be,” she says, kissing my cheek softly. “I think he’s pretty cute.”
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