Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 10

"Whoa, getting our Valentine's Day gifts a bit late, aren't we?" Nathan asked jokingly, as Naomi tried to hoard the gifts back into her locker discreetly. He too, was dressed for the warm weather, with a plain bright green T, white corduroys and aqua colored Vans. 

"Don't act as if you weren't a part of this." Naomi accused half-heartedly. Since when do I get stressed out like this? Naomi asked herself, but the answer was obvious----Friday night.

"Look, hun," he started as he gave her a squeeze before turning to his locker, "I don't know what the fight was about, but whatever it was...or is, I know he feels pretty messed up about it."

"Yea, I know what you mean." Naomi commented thoughtfully. Maybe, I should cut the guy some slack...again. "Alright, Nathan! I'll see ya' later. Tell Jazzy I'll see her in physics!" she waved off, getting to her class just in time.  

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 Lunch rolled around pretty quick----the whole day seemed to roll by quick, and Darryl couldn't be anymore grateful. He had managed to avoid Naomi all day, almost too pissed to even look for her, but his want for her grew almost visibly as he caught himself trying to hold down a stiff hard-on below his belt. Since yesterday, her little prank had him fantasizing, finishing and filling in every promised detail she had never fulfilled.  

He wanted nothing more than to touch her body again, for her gentle, but firm, hands to ravage every inch of him over and over. He yearned for the feisty part of her, the part of her in the stairwell that he wanted to devour desperately. He wasn't ashamed of his public display of arousal----it was practically normal, but it was the fact that the thought of her naked boiled his blood. 

"I knew you were gonna miss me." Tameeka softly purred into his ear before her warm, wet tongue lapped his earlobe----something he hated, as her left hand reached under the lunch table bench to pet his straining bulge in rhythmic strokes. 

Damn, I swear to God, he softly cursed. It was almost to tempting not to pull up Tameeka's tiny skirt up and take her right there on the table. He couldn't figure out why he would hold out on himself, but it was too damn frustrating. He kept telling himself that it was some sort of self-pride thing but he knew deep down it was pure bull. 

Tameeka's lips shifted from his ear down to his jaw line, her hands growing eager. He couldn't help it but he swiftly mounted her weight onto the tabletop that she was facing him. Her eyes grew wild in crazed anticipation, but he could only salvage her a kiss as he rose from his seat and kissed her deeply. She moaned readily, almost bringing him to a pinnacle. He started to hear the roars of comments from around the cafe, and as abruptly as it started he stopped, not wanting to push it any further.

Tameeka's smile told him she was hung as he was, but understood that it wasn't the time and place. "Meet me during seventh period. Boys' bathroom. " she leaned over and whispered, before leaping off the bench and swaying her hips over to another table of boys.

He was glad she was gone, for now at least, to give him time enough to scout out the room for Naomi and found her moving toward the lunch line, but he wasn't prepared for the sight he saw. The dress she wore was almost enough to make him explode. It was as if the dress wore her. The way it hit her distinct curves, hugging all the right places. The cleavage that she showed off had his lips watering, but the legs...it was the legs in all their great length that had him hell-bent. The sight simultaneously stirred the fantasies. His hands running up their long length, her knees buckling just before he could touch her...