Fuck class was going to be very awkward. I told myself as I made it clear I wanted to kiss him. But I didn’t care. I had a crush on him for months and I wanted this so badly. Oh how I fantasized about him. About us.
In my fantasies, he always made the first move, he orders me around, he leaves prints on my body, and then pretend he barely know me the next day in class.
In my fantasies, he pinns me against a wall as he devours my lips, neck, and spank my nipples. He looks me in the eye as he pinches my nipple and I bite my lip. He kissed me again before he turns me around, spread my legs apart, and enters my wet pussy.
I had a crush on him as soon as he introduced himself to the class, I thought he was stealing looks towards my direction as well, but I thought I was mistaken.
Because I had a big crush on him, I obviously acted as though I don’t even notice him. We were in the same class three times a week. But beside general class discussions, we barely talked.