My crush [F] knows me better than I [M] know myself

Disclaimer: Due to privacy and security reasons, I am not disclosing my name or my crush’s name.

For my entire time in high school, I’ve always been looking at this girl who to me, was the perfect person. She was really smart, athletic, confident, and great in almost every way imaginable. She was a part-time tutor, in student council, founded the Physics, Psychology, Neurology, Microscopy, Forensics clibs and was on the board of the Politics, Finance, and the Debate clubs. On top of that, her softball and swimming team always win, she ranks in the top 1% of students academically, and has already been admitted into the world-renown Oxford University in England. Always, she knew what to say, what was about to be said, and knew what to do in any given situation. I personally couldn’t imagine wanting anyone other than her, though she does feel way out of my league. She was the pinnacle of perfection and I couldn’t imagine looking up to anyone but her. She was my mentor, my senpai, my queen, my goddess, my everything. I feel eternally grateful for her mere existence, for she was everything I imagined the ideal person would be, even before I entered elementary.

However, we’re both in our last year of high school and already past our 18th birthdays. I’ve never gained the courage to ask her out, because I feel like I would just humiliate myself as I tend to come off as a socially awkward person. Our interactions were mainly limited to her making me do errands for her clubs, (all of which I joined, hopefully not looking too suspicious), and then her catching me staring at her and giving back a creepy smile. Is it creepy though? Cause it was the kind of thing that freaked me out a bit, yet I could feel some sort of joy inside of me just from being noticed.

However, I can’t just sit by any longer. Time is running out. Since today’s the last day of classes before we graduate, I think I should go confess to her now, out of league or not. It’s my last chance.

However, I can’t find her. She has physics during Period C but she’s not there. I strategically chose to sit right behind her, but she’s not there. She always attends class. Is something the matter today? It’s been twenty minutes and she’s still not here. Attendance has been called and she’s been marked absent. What gives?

Being really stressed from not seeing her, I decided to message her asking if she needed today’s notes. After sending it, I remembered it was the last day of class. Why would she even need notes? Wanting to forget this, I decided to excuse myself to go use the bathroom when as I soon as I entered the stall, I heard a familiar voice-

“I knew it. You’re that kind of person, aren’t you?”

To my surprise, it was none other than my crush talking directly to me, locking the bathroom door behind her.

“Um, hi? Isn’t this the boys’ bathroom?” I replied,
confused.

It was strange, as she didn’t seem like the kind of person to be clumsy as to wander into the wrong bathroom.

“What do you mean? This is the girl’s bathroom.”

I looked around, she was right. There were no urinals anywhere but there was a tampon dispenser on the wall near the entrance. God, I must look like a real perv now. Well, I kinda am, but wandering in here was unintentional. It’s as if some kind of urge or instinct brought me here and I wasn’t thinking straight because of the stress I had from not seeing her, yet here she is.

“Look, I know how this looks, but I made a mistake. I guess-“

Instead of letting me finish my excuse, she cut me off.

“I know you’ve been looking at me for quite a while. You came here because of me, didn’t you?” she asked.

“What? What makes you think that?” I asked, feeling excited yet anxious in this absurd moment.

“I know you better than you know yourself, now get down.”

Being at her mercy, I sat down on the toilet seat behind me with her body above me. She began to close the stall door behind her to make the setting more intimate. Nobody else was in the room except the two of us. It’s as if the outside world has been shut off and we were at the center of the universe.

Standing above me, she quickly took off her pants and dragged my head against her crotch.

“You know what to do”.

Getting the message of what she was saying, I leaned forward and began kissing, sucking, and licking her clit as she stood there staring down at me, smiling. The taste of it was something I never had before. It’s like someone mixed the salt and lemon juice together, and it eas definitely a taste I liked. Working on her, I began to feel my own penis harden.

“Now it’s my turn”, she replied.

Next thing I knew, she has taken off my pants as well and has begun going down on me. It’s the first time I’ve experienced something like this and it felt way better than masturbating to photos of her.

After a minute of blowing me, she then got up and placed my dick into her pussy, and began bouncing while holding onto me. It’s like a dream come true. Doing it with my crush, on the last day of classes, as some kind of goodbye.

Feeling her insides squeezing me, I felt really excited and found myself thrusting myself into her as well as if my body were moving on its own.

“I’m gonna cum!”
“Me too!”

I was about to pull out, but to my surprise she instead grabbed me even harder and sat firmly on my cock, making sure our juices mixed together flowing out and dripping onto the bathroom floor.

“Aren’t you going to get pregnant?” I asked.

“Nope, I’m on birth control.”

“But what if I have some sort of disease?”

“Dude, I know you don’t have one. This is your first time.”

“How do you know that?”

“I have my ways.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong.

“Wouldn’t people be suspicious if we left together?” I asked.

“That’s why we’re going seperately. I’ll text you when it’s safe to leave.

Afterwards, we both put our clothes back on, she left first. After a minute, she texted me with a “It’s fine, I’m already caught up.”

Recieving the text, I left the bathroom, got back to class and everything went back to normal with her leading the class discussion about the Michelson-Morley experiment and its impact on contemporary research in Physics.

Still, I wonder. Was she waiting for me or was she actually late today? Did she plan all of this from the beginning or was she just improvising in the spot? Has she done this with other students? Teachers maybe? I guess I’ll never know. For that day, at least.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ay6mzp/my_crush_f_knows_me_better_than_i_m_know_myself