"I heard someone talking and came up," I say simply.
"So, you stood there and watched me like a serial killer?" She closes her iPad while picking up the notecards and organizing them.
"Oh please, you should be flattered." She shakes her head. "What were you doing?"
All her cards are picked up, and sit in the front pocket of her crossbody that's in Bridget's desk chair. It's a gaming chair that she bought off Amazon and made Doug and I put it together. The crazy thing is that she doesn't game, and when we questioned her, she told us to shut the hell up and get to work.
"I have a speech later on that I have to do for my psychology class."
I move more into the room but do not walk up close to her, if I do, I may lose myself. "What was your topic?"
"We had to pick a show that's influential on society, and I picked Euphoria."
I smile, "Who's your favorite character?"
"Is that even a question? It's Lexi, she's the only non-toxic character in the show. I bet your favorite character is Nate."
I smirk, "And why would you say that."
"Because he's got a huge ego. Just like you."
"Shut the fuck up, Elizabeth!"
"You shut the fuck up!" She smacks my shoulder; I grab her arm and pull her close to me.
"What are you doing?" Her voice is quiet.
"I don't know." I honestly don't know. I pull her onto my lap, caressing her inner thigh, I have no idea what I'm doing, I just want to touch her. "You want me to stop?"
"No." She bites her lip while pushing her hair off her neck, which drives me fucking insane.
We stare at each other, wondering which one is going to make the first move. I pan my eyes down her body, taking in her outfit. She has on a flowery dress that stops at the knees; it's got puffy sleeves, paired with some yellow heels. I don't know what it is, but seeing her wear heels turns me on, it reminds me of the night of Halloween, when she was wearing silver heels and that Tiffany Pollard dress.
Testing the waters, I slide my hand slowly up her thigh until you can't see it anymore. "Andreas."
"What, you don't want me to touch you?" My voice comes out innocent, as I look up at her with hooded eyes.
"We can't do this right now; I've got to leave in less than an hour." She grips her hand on my wrist and moves it to my thigh, my fingers are now cold.
I remember something, "I've got something for you."
She cocks her head to the side, "What." She said hesitantly.
My hand reaches inside the pocket of my jersey shorts and pulls out her blue underwear, moving it around on my index finger. I hear her gasp, she reaches out and tries to snatch the underwear, but I clamp an arm around her waist and pull her towards me, away from the wanted item.
"Where did you find them!"
"In my car." I don't tell her the part where Teddy found it, and that he and Juliette know about us fucking on the night of the party. She'll only panic, and worry that Teddy will tell Bridget, and then she'll kill the both of us.
"Why aren't you giving them to me, they are mine." She gripes. A few more times she reaches out for them, but I only move them farther out of her reach.
"They are mine now, I've conquered them." I smile up at her, seeing the pure rage in her eyes.
"Conquered? Who are you supposed to be, William the Conqueror?"
I look at Elizabeth like I'm seeing her for the first time, "I knew it."
"Knew what?"
"That you were a nerd. I fucked a nerd."
She plants her hand over my mouth, "Don't say that loud, what if someone hears?"
"They won't," I reassure her. "It's just you and me, and my aching fingers." I wiggle them around, to which she slaps them, hard.
"Give them to me."
"No."
"I will hurt you, Andreas. I don't care."
"I know you will, baby. Do you want them back?" I ask.
"The hell you think I've been doing this whole time, stretching out my arms and fingers for exercise!"
I shake my head, "Fine, I'll give you the underwear, but there's something you have to do."
"God, I'm not sucking your dick." Her arms cross her chest.
I swish my face up, "That's not where I was going with it. You have to kiss me for them."
"Do I, really?"
"Don't act like you don't want to kiss me, Elizabeth Pratt." I move my face close to Her's, watching her eyes move down to my tongue that moistens my lips. She wants it, so fucking much, and so do I.
"Fine." She gives me a peck on the lips. "Now, give them to me." She reaches out, but I move them behind my back.
"That was a peck, not a kiss." I grip her waist tighter, seeing her heave a breath as her swelling breast claims my vision, I want my mouth around those hardening nipples. I try to calm my erection down, but it's too late because she feels it, and when she starts shifting around, I bite down a groan. "I want you to kiss me like you did the night I fucked you in my car. And I want that tongue."
Without saying anything, she grabs my face and takes charge of my lips. The kiss was rough, hungry, and in no way comforting. Her tongue slithers its way into my greedy mouth. Damn, I forgot how good she tastes, like berries and strawberries. I moan in her mouth, moving her ass over my erection, she takes my hand and pushes it under her dress.
"I thought you didn't want my fingers," I mumble on her lips.
"I've changed my mind, but you've got to be quick, my teacher will fail me if I miss the presentation."
When she spreads her legs, then looks me in my eyes with so much lust, I almost fall off the bed, with her in my lap. "Touch me, Andreas." Her voice was airy.
I take no time to push her underwear to the side and stick my fingers inside her tight pussy. God, I forgot how wet she could get. "You want it fast, or slow?" My voice was low and husky.
"Fast." I thrust my fingers inside, going as fast and rough as I could. She moans in my ear, gripping my shirt and arm. I can feel her moving along with me, wanting to come. I lick down her neck, wanting to taste her beautiful body.
I make her come in less than a minute of having my fingers inside of her. The other two times, it took her longer. "That was so fast." I take my fingers out, licking her wet juices off my fingers. She watches me intently, "You want to taste yourself, baby?"
She looks flustered, "No, it's all yours."
"By request, here's your underwear." I reluctantly let her have them, she bundles them up and throws them in the dirty bin. "I missed you," I confess, without fault.
I swear I hear her whimper, "I missed you, too." Before I could kiss her again, the doorbell downstairs rang.
While she cleans herself up, I jog down the stairs to open it. Behind the door was an older, tall black man with a tiny woman at his side, oh fuck!
"Mr. and Mrs. Pratt, how nice it is to see you."
"Andreas, honey, how are you?" Mrs. Pratt pulls me into a hug, kissing my cheek.
"I'm doing great, how about you?"
"Fantastic, now that we're here to see our babies." Shit, Elizabeth.
I hear her feet on the stairs, "Andreas, who's at the-MOM!" She comes bolting down the stairs, practically pushing me out the way as she holds onto her mother and father. Bridget, and now I'm seeing Elizabeth, have a good relationship with their parents. They are the coolest people ever.
"Andreas, how's football going. I heard about your winning against Stanford. Good job." says Mr. Pratt.
"Thanks." I shake his hand, but not with the one I fingered his daughter with only minutes ago. Shit, I JUST gave his daughter an orgasm, if they knew what we were doing before. . .
"Follow us into the living room." They follow behind Elizabeth, while I shut the front door.
My body turns towards the staircase, "Andreas, come sit down we want to hear about you, don't we John?"
"Why, yes. Come sit, son." My eyes look to Elizabeth, there was fear in her eyes, I like it. Smirking, I sit down right next to her, not without letting my finger touch her bare thigh, she yelps.
This is going to be fun.