So for reference you might want to visit [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mzxj63/i_was_studying_for_the_bar_exam_and_had_a_lot_of/) because I’m going to jump right in and some of this requires a bit of background.
It’s weird to be teetering between super angry and super turned on. When he closed the door behind him I half-expected him to come back and declare April Fools, but he really had just left me there in an agonizing, unsatisfied state.
Almost immediately I got myself off at the thought of him inside me by using my fingers, which provided little to no relief. I tried with my vibrator which would give me a brief moment of satisfaction, but then I would think of him rubbing his body against mine and my head would start spinning all over again. I went fucking crazy on myself that night and could hardly close my legs the next morning because I was so sore after hours of trying to satisfy this stupid craving he had put in my head.
I wanted to text him so badly that he needed to come over immediately to reconcile the situation, but he had all the power at that point and I refused to give him anymore, so I waited…
The next day my phone finally buzzed and I looked down to see a text from him saying “Last night was really hot btw.” I just responded, “It was fine, I guess.”
Radio silence.
During this time, I had started studying for the bar, and when I say I spent all of my breaks fantasizing, I really mean it. My brain was continuously fluctuating between memorizing the rules of evidence and the thought of him inside me. I finally had to make a rule that I could only get myself off after I had gotten through a certain portion of the study guide, which proved to be a surprisingly effective technique.
A week later I sent him a text explaining that I would be in his neighborhood that evening with a couple of friends for a drink and asked if he wanted to join. He responded, “I’ll try to stop by for one drink” which sent me spiraling. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but after a week of fantasizing it was hard not to get excited.
I really did meet a few of my girlfriends for a drink but failed to disclose exactly why I had invited him to come along. They had met him briefly but didn’t know about our flirtation. Two hours passed, during which time I had one too many mixed drinks as I waited for him to show up. I was getting frustrated and about ready to throw in the towel, so I got up from our table and went to the bar to pay my tab and leave.
Finally, he appeared and made his way towards me just as I was about to ask for my check. I said a brief hello and ordered him a drink without asking what he wanted. He shot me a look when I handed it to him, but downed it with a small shrug.
He asked almost immediately if I wanted to just go back to his place, but I responded I had to wake up early to study and didn’t want to abandon my friends. This took a lot of willpower if I’m being honest because the *only* thing I wanted at that point was to get him alone, but I thought this was an easy way to take back some of the power in this dynamic. He looked taken aback but nodded with understanding and let me lead him back to the corner where my friends were huddled around a hightop table.
The two of us settled with our backs to the wall as I let my friends go off about their own struggles of studying for the bar exam, all the while ignoring his attempts to catch my eye. This was visibly driving him crazy, which was actually pretty satisfying to witness. He drummed his fingers on the table, picked at his clothes, and then finally I felt his hand slide to the small of my back as my friends continued their stories, unaware of this development.
He kept his hand there a while, gently tracing the curve of my back with his fingers. Even this small amount of touch was making me shiver and it was getting hard to keep my composure. I shot him a glance and he gave me a mischievous smile as his hand crept below my waist.
Mind you, my friends just kept on talking during this entire ordeal (we’re all self-absorbed lawyers, after all) and I tried to act naturally as I nodded along to their stories.
When his hand reached the bottom of my skirt, he lifted it gently to slide two of his fingers past its hem. I had to put my drink down because I was shaking so hard and suppressed a small gasp when he touched me and started rubbing his hand back and forth. I very carefully moved the bottom half of my body to match his rhythm, trying to keep my face straight so no one would notice. He was barely even stroking me through my underwear, but I was so turned on I swear I was on the brink of orgasm when he suddenly pulled his hand away.
“I should go,” he said with a smirk.
“What?” I responded with enough intensity to finally get my friend’s attention, who stopped talking for the first time since he joined.
“You said you had an early day of studying and I was only going to stay for one drink. We’ll hang out again soon though,” he winked.
I gaped at him and tried to think of some excuse to follow him out without tipping off my friends as to what was transpiring. Before I could make the argument he kissed me on the cheek quickly and walked away.
A few minutes later my phone buzzed, “I’m going to go home and get myself off to the thought of touching you. I hope you do the same.”
I didn’t respond.
I’m not going to make yall wait for [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n0fn9g/i_was_studying_for_the_bar_exam_and_had_a_lot_of/).
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