I never particularly liked girls, but in high school some were after me, few had confessed their feelings, it made me feel good, but I never really cared about them, never bothered to reciprocate their feelings. If you ask around now, I guess some people from school would still recall me as being a real dick, others might remember me as just a weird quiet guy, lost in his own world, and that’s because they didn’t know better.
I guess that’s just a part of me, and it’s somewhat dark, so ofcourse I don’t usually bring it up.
There was this one girl in my class, I don’t even remember particularly liking her, who used to sit beside me in my class. I remember her being very accommodating of me. I knew she liked me, even though I had no feelings for her whatsoever.
This all happened over a course of few weeks.
At first, my legs used to rub against her smooth young legs and she didn’t mind. In fact I was not even thinking anything, it just happened. But over a few days, while classes went on I felt her left leg eventually closing in with my right calf. High school girls in our school used to wear skirts, which only extended up to their knees, so her skin felt pretty good against my leg, there was a grainy feature to it, I guess the thrill of it, gave her goosebumps.
When I started to take notice of this occurance and the fact that it felt good, there was no holding me back really. I soon would entrap her legs in mine, so she can’t run away with her pretty legs. Classes used to go on and our legs intertwined tightly , I kept my mind in class as much as practically possible, but I knew she couldn’t keep hers as most of the time I looked at her, which wasn’t a lot, she appeared flushed with her head down.
I would creep my hand along her thighs and tease her at first, I knew it was difficult for her, she was visibly uncomfortable, but she enjoyed it none the less. I knew it cause, she didn’t complain, she didn’t go off to sit somewhere else the next day, she came and sat right next to me. She knew if she went away I would not go chasing after her, it’s not me who would be missing out on the experience, it’s her.
Things really took a turn one day during our maths class, we were sitting at a corner in the class, conveniently away from the distracted eyes of our fellow students. There she was, her legs intertwined in mine, but reasonably spread out to give me access. I tightly held both of her hands with one hand of mine, and slid my right hand down her skirt to access her parts. I teased around her thigh for a while, while looking at her face. I slowly slid my wrist undulating her skirt with my movements, and got closer to her snatch.
I touched the outside of her panties, her pussy was oozing grool. I caught a quick look at her, and she looked at me, her face was bright red. She said nothing, she was terrified, but she was also thrilled. She wanted me to explore, her snatch spoke clearly, there was no turning back. I touched the surface of the bench she was sitting on, it was a bit wet and sticky. Her grool had a stringy character to it, I quite liked that. I touched and pulled strings from her panties while trying to hide a smile. I looked at her again, she gave a quick nervous smile.
Then I quickly slid my fingers through the sides of her panty, and prompty touched the top of her lips. She almost gave a silent squeal as a shudder ran though her body, her hands and legs tried to wriggle free for a moment, then kept still. I moved my fingers to the bottom of her pussy and just inserted the tip of my fingers.
I looked at our class teacher, she was busy scribbling away at the blackboard, I turned to look at her, her eyes were now closed and her mouth slightly open, as if letting out a silent moan. The inside of her vagina must had felt warm to touch, but I don’t particularly remember it, I was too busy watching her face. It was surely wet, and there was a mild stench of pussy now, as now it was all too familiar to me.
I dug a little deeper into her pussy with my two fingers. Her face turned from being zoned out to a slight grimace. Her hands resisted my hand momentarily and then kind of gave in, her legs tensed up with a sudden sharp pain. I withdrew my fingers, her eyes open and she prompty looked at me, almost in curiosity, while her legs relaxed.
Then, without a warning, I dug my fingers deeply, as far as her little snatch allowed them to go. She didn’t expect it, she gave out a small audible moan almost giving us away, as her face exhibited a grimace that was very clear of the pain and pleasure she was in. I smiled broadly looking at her face.
It felt good, it felt real good.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hi7wd9/look_on_her_face_mf_forced_fiction