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“What are wedges?”
Her cheeks turn a furious shade of red as she peeks at me.
“Um, the shoes,” she says. “They’re called wedges. I don’t wear them very often, so I’m not really good at walking in them.” She gestures to her food-covered shirt. “Obviously.”
Don’t look at her tits. Don’t look at her tits.
“Oh, uh. I don’t know much about shoes. I usually just wear sneakers or cleats, so…”
My mouth waters from the idea of helping her clean up by licking the food off her tits. The feel of her tugging the tray out of my hand snaps my gaze back up to hers.
Shit, I was staring at her tits again. The red splatter all over her chest is like a homing beacon for my depraved eyeballs. Did she say something? Where’s she going?
She pivots and walks away without another word or glance in my direction. I must’ve missed the part where she told me she was done with me.
In my peripheral vision, I see everyone watching her quick exit. Shit. If I’m imagining licking the sauce off her, these other assholes might be, too. Fuck, no. They couldn’t be bothered to help her, so they don’t get to think about licking her tits. That’s my job. I earned it.
If grades were issued for fantasizing about this girl, I’d be on the honor roll.
“Hey! Uh, wait up!” I jog to catch up to her, which isn’t hard. She really can’t walk well in those shoes. “Do you have something to change into? You can’t… Um, I mean, you probably don’t want to walk around the rest of the day wearing spaghetti.”
She casts her glance my way, but keeps her chin raised and her forward momentum. “Yeah. I have a change of clothes in my locker for band practice after school.”
“Well, uh…” Shit. Think, Falls. Think. “Our lockers are on the other side of the building, and lunch block is almost over. You won’t make it to our next class in time. Aren’t you scheduled to give your lab findings today in Chem?”
“Yeah…” She stops abruptly and gives me the once-over. Not in a good way. Like she’s suspicious.
Maybe she doesn’t like having a secret stalker. Dammit, of course she doesn’t. I’m a loser. She’s obviously got a crush on someone, and that’s why her appearance is so different today. She must be trying to get his attention. Why would she want me to be aware of every move she makes all day long?
She drops her tray onto the belt by the door and abandons waiting for a response from me. Dammit, I’m losing her. I gotta think faster on my feet.
“Um, because, you know… I noticed you and your lab partner didn’t go yesterday, but we did. My lab partner and me, I mean. We presented our findings yesterday, but you didn’t. So, uh… You can’t really be late today because of that.”
She pushes through the double doors of the cafeteria and makes a beeline for the restrooms across the hall. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t have time to change. I’ll just have to wet a paper towel and wipe it off the best I can.”
“No!” I yelp.
She startles and takes a step away from me, her eyes wide.
“Uh, I just mean…” If you make your shirt any wetter, I won’t be able to walk for the rest of the day, and all the other guys will drool over your perfect tits. Oh God, please don’t do that to me. I won’t survive.
“I’ll, um, see you in chemistry,” she squeaks out. Right before she backs into the girls’ room and slams the door behind her.
Wow, did I epically fuck that up. Why didn’t I just tell her my football locker’s right around the corner, and I could give her a shirt to change into? It’s really too far for her to make it to her locker in the sophomore wing and then to chemistry on time. My feet take me in the direction of her salvation. I can still come back from this if I hurry. I’ll just grab my practice jersey and my extra shorts. They might be a little big on her, but there’s a drawstring, and at least no one can sneak a peek at her tight ass if my shorts go down to her knees.
Holy shit, she’s gonna be wearing my jersey the rest of the day. My name’s gonna be on her back for everyone else to see.
My eyes widen with the realization as I jog into the locker room with more speed. I mean, I’ve wanted to give her my jersey since the first day I met her, but I never thought it could actually happen. Yeah, this isn’t my ideal scenario, but I’ll take what I can get. I’m desperate. And maybe if I play her knight in shining armor, she’ll give me a chance.
I’d kill for a chance with this girl.
After grabbing my clothes, I slam my locker door closed, then another thought enters my mind. She’ll have to change. She won’t be able to slip my clothes overtop of her dirty ones. Oh my God, she’s about to be naked with only a wooden door separating us.
The images race through my mind as fast as I run toward her. She’ll peel her soaked shirt up and over her head. Shimmy out of her little skirt and let it fall around her ankles. Fuck, maybe her bra’s all wet, too, and she’ll have to take it off. Her naked tits will be touching my jersey. My jersey will be in direct contact with her nipples. I have never wanted to be an inanimate object so badly in my entire life.
Holy shit. I’m jealous of my jersey.
I skid to a stop outside the restroom. I can’t exactly go in there, so I’ll just have to wait until she appears. Then I can come to her rescue and give her my clothes, and she’ll be so grateful that she’ll invite me inside with her to help her change. She’ll be all coy and turn her back to me, but I’ll be able to see her in the mirrors over the sinks. And I won’t be able to just watch. Hell, no. As soon as she’s down to nothing but lacy little panties, I’ll need to touch. And she won’t stop me because if it wasn’t for me and my quick thinking, she’d have to do a chem presentation in a spaghetti-soaked shirt. She’ll be so thankful for my help, she’ll let me prop her hands on either side of the sink. She’ll watch me with her fucking gorgeous blue eyes and a smirk on those kissable lips as I run my hands down her naked body. And I’ll watch, too. I’ll watch myself touching her in the mirror as she watches me. I’ll watch as I cup those still-damp tits in my hands. They’ll be the perfect handful. Not too small, not too big. Just right. For me.
