Everyday, my feelings were more and more confused about ash. I've never felt that way with a man before. The way he held me tight in his car would heal every trauma I ever encountered in my life. I've never, ever felt that safe in a man's arm before. I truly believed that if he ever tried to leave me, I would be completely destroyed. My attachment to this man was absolutely terrific. I couldn't stop visualising him in my future...
One thing about Monday mornings, were that I knew my day would start well as I had two full periods to Stare at him every monday morning. They weren't lying when they said having a school crush made school more exciting, even better when it was your teacher.
That morning I showed up to school, woke up early to make myself look presentable for him.
Eventually, I got to his class and I immediately started getting nervous just by seeing him. I never felt that way before. You know when your stomach drop everytime you see someone look at you or touch you, well he didn't even need to look at me or touch me for me to feel it.
Ash looked so handsome, like he always did. His hair was silky and pushed back like always and he had on his classy little black shirt with a coat on. I looked at him explain his class, talk, move his mouths and observe the movements of his lips. He grazed through my table as he walked pass me and I got a snif of his strong cologne which absolutely drove me nuts
I dont think I remember one thing he said, as my favourite thing during class was to imagine the dirtiest scenarios possible. I would picture him bending me on his desk like he did last time and slowly removing my skirt in order to spank me hard before removing his massive cock and shoving it down my throat. Hearing him moan my name, feeling his lukewarm cum sliding down my throat.
I suddenly caught myself biting on my pencil hard as I came back to my senses. He wasn't really eyeing me today which was weird because we would always have this thing where we would make eye contact. It was our little communication technique. But i guessed he wasn't really feeling it that day, so maybe I thought to myself, that he would catch up with me after class.
Class ended and I purposely gathered my stuff slower than everyone else so that we would be left alone in class just the two of us. But to my horrible surprise, he left without saying one word to me. My heart dropped for a second. Did I do something wrong? Why did he leave me?