one shots explicit

*RING RING*

Lunch was over. I grabbed my purse and headed for Mr. Nullz class.

The crowd pushed and pulled in all different directions. Couples stole kisses right in front of me, lovers gazed deep in each other's eyes, hands intertwined and lock into one, and I stood alone.

Relationships blossomed all around me and I wasn't jealous. I swear to god I wasn't jealous. Relationships were complicated and I already had enough on my plate. Yet I couldn't help but yearn for what they had.

It wasn't the love or the caring that I wanted. It was the physical attraction that they had for each other.

I wanted to want someone. It felt weird to want something purely physical. I had always been a bit of a romantic. It was like thoughts of love always coursed through my brain.

I wanted a boyfriend to sweep me off me feet and tell me I'm beautiful.

I wanted that spontaneous type of love that everyone else routed for.

As I turned the corner and neared Mr. Nullz classroom I got epiphany.

I stood in one if the two lines that began to form outside of the classroom.

I began to drift off again.

Love wasn't something that I wanted now. Especially not with the boys at my school. I wanted something purely physical with someone who I wouldn't get attached with...

My thoughts cleared when I felt a hand squeezing my lower bicep.

I looked up to see Timothy staring at me. I couldn't help but smile.

Timothy was the one guy at the school I was attracted to. We made out one day but after that nothing really happened.

He leaned down an whispered in my ear.

"Soo... about last week?"

"Yeah."

"I just don't want you to think it meant more than it did. I don't want a relationship Zaynah."

I looked away from his gaze. It hurt. I'm not going to lie it hurt like a bitch to not be wanted but what was I suppose to expect. Him to kiss me and fall magically in love.

"Yeah I understand. it didn't mean anything to me either." I lied.

It was my first kiss. A first kiss means sonething. You remember a first kiss. now I have to remember it with this asshole.

"Zaynah are you ok?"

"Yeah Timothy I'm good."

Mr. Nullz finally arrived in his class. I took my usually seat next to Timothy.

My frown disappeared when my friend Alan sat next to me.

"What's up slat?" he said as he took his seat.

"Nothing much." I said with a frown.

"You ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

I sunk my head in my arms.

"Ahem" said Mr. Nullz "We will be watching Band of Brothers again. Pay attention and take notes."

He walked across the classroom and turned off the lights.

The movie began and all was quiet.

Alan wasn't paying attention to me. So I tapped his shoulder.

He gave me a look of confusion and continued to watch the movie.

I put my hand on his leg and he shook it off quickly.

So much for just physical attraction I thought as I sighed.

I moved my chair away from Alan.

I felt something brush up against my leg.

I turned toward Alan but he was completely absorbed in the movie.

That meant only one thing. I looked right at Timothy.

He was staring at me intensely. His eyes twinkled with mischief.

He slowly began to stroke my leg. His fingers making small patterns on my inner thigh.

I sucked in my breathe. It felt so god damn good I didn't want him to stop.

His hands were slowly creeping closer to my vagina.

His hands continued to move until he made it to my zipper. He slide his fingers over the entrance of my vagina and slowly began to rub.

He hadn't even really touched me and I was going crazy. I had to clamp my mouth shut to keep myself from moaning.

He continued to rub me outside of my jeans until I couldn't take it anymore.

I grabbed his hand.

"I don't... I don't know if I can do this." I whispered.

"Why not."

His hands were hot against my vagina. it was trembling from the pleasure and attention it had just got.

"I can't lose control in here Timothy."

"Just let it happen."

I slowly took my hands away from his. He put one hand around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Then he unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my zipper.

His fingers slide over my vagina. I bit my lip in pare ecstacy. I had never felt something so good.

He continued to do what he was doing before but this time it felt so much better. With the jeans in the way I could feel every single touch.

He was gentle and first. His fingers glided over my clit and I stopped breathing. My whole body shook in pleasure.

I looked at Timothy. He was staring at me again. He gave me a look of pure sexual tension.

His fingers slide across my lips and gently inside of them. Each touch got me more and more wet until my panties were drenched.

Timothy looked at as if to ask if it was ok to go further. I just shook my head up and down to pleasuredto talk.

He slid one finger inside of me fairly easily. His rhythm steady and slow.

Every beat of that rhythm sent me closer and closer to the edge.

I was grinding my hips with his fingers, following his lead. The sweet ecstasy was slowly taking over my whole body.

He began to glide in faster and faster. sliding over my clit every once in a while to excite me even more. I was almost there. His hands were making magic.

He fingers rocked me over the edge. I felt my whole body tingle with warmth. Everything felt good. I laid down on the desk in front of me and relaxed.

The pulses of pleasure were still coursing through my body. I breathed deeply and closed my eyes.

Did I just let him touch me? Did I really just give him another one of my first? After he just told me he didn't want me...

I layed my head in the desk not wanting to sit up. I felt a hand touch my thigh again. I grabbed the hand and pushed it off but it held on to my hand.

What the hell?

I look at Timothy but he wasn't paying attention to me anymore he was watching the movie. His huge hands however were taking hold of mines.

I sighed again and put my head onto the desk. Fuck this. Actually no fuck him. He's the one complicating things and making my work even more complicated.

We sat like that until the movie ended and the lights flickered on.

I pulled my hand out of Timothy's.

I stretched as I got up.

"You should come in more often."

"I'll think about it."

I picked up my stuff and walked out with Alan.

Well this is fucking great another thing I have to be worried about.

*RING RING*

Lunch was over. I grabbed my purse and headed for Mr. Nullz class.

The crowd pushed and pulled in all different directions. Couples stole kisses right in front of me, lovers gazed deep in each other's eyes, hands intertwined and lock into one, and I stood alone.

Relationships blossomed all around me and I wasn't jealous. I swear to god I wasn't jealous. Relationships were complicated and I already had enough on my plate. Yet I couldn't help but yearn for what they had.

It wasn't the love or the caring that I wanted. It was the physical attraction that they had for each other.

I wanted to want someone. It felt weird to want something purely physical. I had always been a bit of a romantic. It was like thoughts of love always coursed through my brain.

I wanted a boyfriend to sweep me off me feet and tell me I'm beautiful.

I wanted that spontaneous type of love that everyone else routed for.

As I turned the corner and neared Mr. Nullz classroom I got epiphany.

I stood in one if the two lines that began to form outside of the classroom.

I began to drift off again.

Love wasn't something that I wanted now. Especially not with the boys at my school. I wanted something purely physical with someone who I wouldn't get attached with...

My thoughts cleared when I felt a hand squeezing my lower bicep.

I looked up to see Timothy staring at me. I couldn't help but smile.

Timothy was the one guy at the school I was attracted to. We made out one day but after that nothing really happened.

He leaned down an whispered in my ear.

"Soo... about last week?"

"Yeah."

"I just don't want you to think it meant more than it did. I don't want a relationship Zaynah."

I looked away from his gaze. It hurt. I'm not going to lie it hurt like a bitch to not be wanted but what was I suppose to expect. Him to kiss me and fall magically in love.

"Yeah I understand. it didn't mean anything to me either." I lied.

It was my first kiss. A first kiss means sonething. You remember a first kiss. now I have to remember it with this asshole.

"Zaynah are you ok?"

"Yeah Timothy I'm good."

Mr. Nullz finally arrived in his class. I took my usually seat next to Timothy.

My frown disappeared when my friend Alan sat next to me.

"What's up slat?" he said as he took his seat.

"Nothing much." I said with a frown.

"You ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

I sunk my head in my arms.

"Ahem" said Mr. Nullz "We will be watching Band of Brothers again. Pay attention and take notes."

He walked across the classroom and turned off the lights.

The movie began and all was quiet.

Alan wasn't paying attention to me. So I tapped his shoulder.

He gave me a look of confusion and continued to watch the movie.

I put my hand on his leg and he shook it off quickly.

So much for just physical attraction I thought as I sighed.

I moved my chair away from Alan.

I felt something brush up against my leg.

I turned toward Alan but he was completely absorbed in the movie.

That meant only one thing. I looked right at Timothy.

He was staring at me intensely. His eyes twinkled with mischief.

He slowly began to stroke my leg. His fingers making small patterns on my inner thigh.

I sucked in my breathe. It felt so god damn good I didn't want him to stop.

His hands were slowly creeping closer to my vagina.

His hands continued to move until he made it to my zipper. He slide his fingers over the entrance of my vagina and slowly began to rub.

He hadn't even really touched me and I was going crazy. I had to clamp my mouth shut to keep myself from moaning.

He continued to rub me outside of my jeans until I couldn't take it anymore.

I grabbed his hand.

"I don't... I don't know if I can do this." I whispered.

"Why not."

His hands were hot against my vagina. it was trembling from the pleasure and attention it had just got.

"I can't lose control in here Timothy."

"Just let it happen."

I slowly took my hands away from his. He put one hand around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Then he unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my zipper.

His fingers slide over my vagina. I bit my lip in pare ecstacy. I had never felt something so good.

He continued to do what he was doing before but this time it felt so much better. With the jeans in the way I could feel every single touch.

He was gentle and first. His fingers glided over my clit and I stopped breathing. My whole body shook in pleasure.

I looked at Timothy. He was staring at me again. He gave me a look of pure sexual tension.

His fingers slide across my lips and gently inside of them. Each touch got me more and more wet until my panties were drenched.

Timothy looked at as if to ask if it was ok to go further. I just shook my head up and down to pleasuredto talk.

He slid one finger inside of me fairly easily. His rhythm steady and slow.

Every beat of that rhythm sent me closer and closer to the edge.

I was grinding my hips with his fingers, following his lead. The sweet ecstasy was slowly taking over my whole body.

He began to glide in faster and faster. sliding over my clit every once in a while to excite me even more. I was almost there. His hands were making magic.

He fingers rocked me over the edge. I felt my whole body tingle with warmth. Everything felt good. I laid down on the desk in front of me and relaxed.

The pulses of pleasure were still coursing through my body. I breathed deeply and closed my eyes.

Did I just let him touch me? Did I really just give him another one of my first? After he just told me he didn't want me...

I layed my head in the desk not wanting to sit up. I felt a hand touch my thigh again. I grabbed the hand and pushed it off but it held on to my hand.

What the hell?

I look at Timothy but he wasn't paying attention to me anymore he was watching the movie. His huge hands however were taking hold of mines.

I sighed again and put my head onto the desk. Fuck this. Actually no fuck him. He's the one complicating things and making my work even more complicated.

We sat like that until the movie ended and the lights flickered on.

I pulled my hand out of Timothy's.

I stretched as I got up.

"You should come in more often."

"I'll think about it."

I picked up my stuff and walked out with Alan.

Well this is fucking great another thing I have to be worried about.