This story came out with a conversation with a redditor about my college experiences. This one is about a seductive, manipulative classmate that I would soon get to know better (through what I *suppose* could be described as group work…).
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I was waiting on the subway to go home after class when I was approached by a cute young guy asking my name. He had it pretty mangled but I appreciated the effort as my name gets mixed up all time. I was a little wary at first but he told me that he was in my class and that he sits behind me at the back. The subway arrived and we both entered as we learned we’d be travelling in the same direction.
His stop was right after mine so I suggested that he get off with me and grab a coffee or snack as he seemed to want to get to know me better, and I was pretty starved for attention as the highschool boyfriend was a few towns away. We headed to a park which was lit up in all sorts of pretty Christmas lights to a gazebo where we could sit and chat.
We had a lot of things in common and I started to notice how handsome he was. He had aggressive body language and a fantastic way of looking at you intensely. It really turned me on as I love intense, passionate people. There was this electricity between us, the gazebo and the twinkling lights were soft and alluring, and I wanted to be touched.
I took off my gloves and wrapped my fingers around the paper cup. I said, “I’m cold.” He said, “Me too.” Our misty breaths mingled together and neither of us made a move to go someplace warmer. I stretched my hand out towards his chest and told him that his coat looked warm, warmer than mine. Before this it had just been the shyest, quickest contact, he was brushing my knee and grabbing my arm in flirty ways, and now I was pressing my hand against him firmly.
He looked at me and I was gazing back wondering what would happen next. It was getting darker and colder and I needed to go but wanted to stay.
I was sitting on the raised ledge of the gazebo and he was standing around in front of me. I grabbed the lapels of his coat and pulled him in closer. I was forcing his hand and taking things to the next level, making him get so close to me, hopefully he’d get the message and touch my body. I was so wired and turned on from the attraction I felt between us.
He leaned against my knees. His hands were still thrust deep in his pockets. He nudged his leg in between my knees and came a little closer. My legs, pressed firmly together to thwart off the cold, were pushed apart. He nudged them further apart and took another heart pounding step towards me, taking his hands out of his pockets and resting them on my thighs before dragging his fingertips up towards my hips. I felt a cold burning where his fingertips trailed.
I felt so exposed. He dug his fingers into my thighs and I let out a whimper which turned into a pant. I was screaming at him in my head for him to move his hands further up, up towards the seam of my jeans where he could touch the folded nub of fabric and press into my own little nub…
But that was just horny stupid me, wasn’t I taking this way too far, he probably had no idea how I was feeling. I needed him to know that I had to have something primal and depraved from him. I hooked my legs around him and pulled his body towards mine until we were chest to chest. I unzipped his coat and felt his muscular body through his scrunched clothes. My hand moved from his stomach to his crotch. His jeans were bunched up and I pressed on the mound. I pressed harder when it didn’t give and cupped the bulge in my hand. He watched me stroke his hard on through his pants.
I was shivering on my freezing cement seat and my legs being held open made it worse. But he unzipped my coat and pressed his body against mine and I had to put my hands down behind me to support myself. “Just so you can share my warmth,” he told me. He groped my body and my breasts, exploring. I wondered to myself how I had ended up here being felt up lasciviously in a public park by someone I had just met and I reveled in it. I knew that I wanted his dick, soon, and I whispered that in his ear. He squeezed the breast that was in his hand at the time, hard, when I said that. We hadn’t even kissed.
We parted ways.
I told him that I would see him soon. In class, probably.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7w0vm8/wintery_night_in_the_gazebo_with_someone_i_had