Classroom Cravings

I can't believe this is happening right now. I've been dreaming about this day for about, lets see...my whole fucking life. I just hope the feeling is mutual.

Hold on, you're probably confused. Let me explain. This started about 4 years ago, when he first got into the school. It was only his first day, and I think I might've made it very weird for him. It was lunch when I first saw him sitting all by himself. I thought to myself: How could such a handsome man be so alone?

I decided to walk up to him and sit beside him with my lunch. And that's where the story begins.

"Hi" I said, awkwardly.

"Um...hey, who are-"

"Shhh, don't worry about that." Yeah, I'm not really the one they call...an extrovert. I have no social skills at all.

"Um, okay...? So, what exactly do you want?"

"I'm just here to give you some company...you seemed to be sort of lonely so I thought I'd come and sit beside you."

"Thanks, but I'm fine, honestly." He got up and left me sitting on the bench all by myself. I felt kind of bad, I was only trying to help. I think he felt bad for ditching me because for the rest of the lunch break, he threw quick glances at me.

As the break finished, I had to grab my books from my locker for the next class. So, I grabbed the brown paper bag in which my mom packed my lunch and threw it in the trash. I walked through the corridor and made my way to my locker. As I was taking my books out, he walked towards me. I partially hoped he was coming to talk to me, but then he made a turn for his locker, which I discovered was right next to mine. I decided to speak up first since he didn't.

"Oh, hi," I stammered, trying to regain my composure after his unexpected approach.

He turned to me, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Hey. Thanks for trying to keep me company earlier. I appreciate it."

I felt a rush of relief mixed with a tinge of excitement that he acknowledged our earlier encounter. "No problem. It's just... lunch can get lonely sometimes."

He nodded in understanding, his eyes meeting mine briefly before darting away. "I get that. So, do you usually sit alone?"

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. "Yeah, most of the time. I'm not great at making friends, to be honest."

He leaned against the locker next to mine, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Well, I'm new here, so I guess we're both in the same boat. I'm Jake, by the way."

"I'm Alex," I replied, feeling a hint of warmth spreading through me at the prospect of a potential friendship.

As we chatted about classes, hobbies, and shared interests, I found myself opening up more than I ever thought I would. Jake's easy demeanor and genuine interest put me at ease, and before I knew it, the bell signaling the end of the break rang.

"We should probably head to class," Jake said, glancing at his schedule.

"Yeah, you're right," I agreed, a small smile forming on my face. "It was nice talking to you, Jake."

"Likewise, Alex. Maybe we can sit together at lunch tomorrow?"

The invitation caught me off guard, but I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at the prospect. "I'd like that. See you later, Jake."

The next day, I packed an extra special lunch, hoping that Jake and I could continue our conversation from the day before. When I sat down next to him, he smiled at me, and my heart fluttered.

As we ate, we talked about everything from our favorite books to our dreams for the future. And then, Jake leaned in close to me and whispered, "Have you ever thought about what it would be like to kiss me?"

My heart raced as I felt his breath against my ear. I had thought about it, but I never thought it would actually happen. I turned to look at Jake, and he leaned in to kiss me. At first, I was hesitant, but as I felt Jake's lips on mine, I melted into the kiss. From that day on, Jake and I were inseparable. We would spend every lunch period together, holding hands under the table and stealing kisses whenever we could. We would text each other constantly, sharing our thoughts and feelings throughout the day. But as much as we wanted to be together, we knew that there would be obstacles in our way. For one thing, Jake's ex-girlfriend, Sarah, was still hanging around. She would often give me dirty looks in the hallway, and I knew that she was jealous of our relationship.

One day, Sarah confronted me in the bathroom.

"Stay away from Jake," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "He's mine."

"Actually, he's not," I replied, standing up for myself. "He's his own person, and he can be with whoever he wants."

Sarah glared at me before storming out of the bathroom. I let out a sigh of relief, glad that I had stood up for myself. As the weeks went by, Jake and I's relationship became more serious. We would spend hours on the phone, and Jake would often come over to my house after school. We would order pizza and watch movies, cuddling on the couch.

One night, while we were lying in bed together, Jake whispered, "I love you, Alex."

I felt my heart swell with joy. "I love you too, Jake," I replied, kissing him softly.

From that day on, we made a commitment to be together, no matter what obstacles came our way. We knew that our love was strong enough to overcome anything. As we continued to explore our relationship, we discovered new ways to pleasure each other. We would spend hours in bed, touching and teasing each other until we both reached our peak. We would experiment with different positions and toys, always looking for new ways to satisfy each other.

One day, while we were lying in bed after a particularly intense session, Jake looked at me with a serious expression. "Alex, I have something to tell you," he said.

"What is it?" I asked, feeling a twinge of fear.

"I want to take our relationship to the next level," Jake said. "I want to make love to you."

I felt my heart race with excitement. "Yes," I said, without hesitation and perhaps without thinking.

From that day on, our lovemaking became more intimate and passionate. We would look into each other's eyes as we made love, connecting on a deeper level than ever before. As we continued to explore our love for each other, we knew that we would face challenges along the way. But we also knew that we had something special, something that was worth fighting for. And we would do whatever it took to make our love last. We would often make out in school, and go back home, eagerly waiting to meet at night when we would sneak out after our parents slept. We would meet at the park late at night and sit on the benches and talk about our futures with each other. Sometimes, these talks led to us going somewhere private and having a fun time.