[FM] late nights at the law school library [part 3]

Follow up from [part 2!](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/skgk9f/fm_late_nights_in_the_law_school_library_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=mweb)

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As we’re leaving the library, I notice that his whole demeanor has shifted. He seems…nervous? Flustered? He can’t seem to decide where he should be walking – directly next to me? If so, how close? Again, I’ve never really considered myself sexy, but I could really get used to this feeling. This is also the first time I become acutely aware of the height difference. He’s so much taller than I am that even if he wanted to look over at me innocently, he gets a birds eye view right down my dress.

To be honest, I deserve an Oscar for this performance. I am chatting away about nothing, knowing that if I let myself succumb to him now, I’ll lose all the ground I’ve made. I’ve gotta make him work for it, and no matter what, I can’t let him see me naked tonight. I know I’ve got a good handle on the situation and I know that if I can make him wait one more night, I’ve won. The problem is that I very desperately want him tonight. I can feel myself getting wet just thinking about it – and it’s going to take every ounce of my self control to not invite him up to my place.

We get to the door of my apartment building and I can see he is visibly flustered, trying to say something suave and snarky, but unable to get it out. God, I want him now. I want that arrogant mouth all over my rock hard nipples and to hear him get desperate for my body. But I can’t. Not if I want to make him beg for me.

Ok, let’s see if I can do this.

I turn to look at him.

“Okay! This is my place.”

Our eyes lock and I feel my face pull into a smirk.

“Thanks for walking me back. Sorry I keep asking so much of you…between contracts and walking me home…you’ve been a real pal!”

I’ll be honest, I’m not sure where this forwardly cocky and blasé side of me is coming from. I tend to be a bit of a shrinking violet, but that’s not what this situation needs.

He hesitates before speaking. His eyes darting between my eyes, my tits, and my apartment building door. I can tell that he’s probably not used to being on this side of things – I’m sure he’s used to inviting girls up to his place and having them agree enthusiastically. That’s my guess, anyways, because I very desperately want him to come upstairs right this second. If that happens, I can just tell I’ll be topless by the time we would get to the elevator. So I clench my jaw to try and fight the urge to just let him win – to just let him get his hands all over me, no matter how smug he’d be about it.

He opens his mouth to say something, but I know that if he asks, I won’t be able to say no to inviting him upstairs – so I cut him off and lean in for a hug. He seems surprised, but hugs back.

“Thanks for everything.” I say, pressing myself against him – and that’s when I feel it. The rock hard erection he’s been trying to hide under his basketball shorts. I pretend not to notice and continue to press my body tight to his. I make sure my tits are pressed close enough that he can feel my nipples desperately begging for his attention. I want him to know that I want him, but I also want him to know I’m making him wait.

I pull away and turn to walk inside. I pause and look over my shoulder and say
“I’m still not super confident with implied contract terms…could we meet up again tomorrow? Maybe at your place?”

He stutters but then pulls it together:
“Yeah, for sure. Let’s definitely do that.”

I smile and confidently state: “super. Let’s do 8pm tomorrow.” And then I walk inside, hoping he’s staring at my ass as I walk away.

And then a few minutes later I get some evidence my plan is working. My phone lights up – and he’s not really the type to text first.

Lucas: hope tonight was helpful! You’re going to ace the exam. Also wanted to say that you looked good tonight. But I’m not sure that dress is courtroom appropriate, though. Too colorful.

I leave him on read for an hour while I get ready for bed. I want him to nervously check his phone, wondering if maybe he said too much. Finally I put him out of his misery.

Me: are all “”tutors”” this critical of what their students wear? Or is it just a you thing?

Lucas: oh, just a me thing. I go above and beyond for my clients.

I’m not sure what came over me in this moment, but I felt emboldened.

Me: well is your apartment courtroom formal? Or can I wear something that wouldn’t be allowed in court?

Lucas: oh definitely courtroom formal lol

Me: no promises.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/skiqe2/fm_late_nights_at_the_law_school_library_part_3