Kisses.
Colin was here. Kissing me.
And saying he was sorry, that he hadn't wanted to…take advantage? Of me? It didn't compute, and I hated the joy welling up, the pure relief, because I couldn't believe it was real.
My confusion felt a lot more plausible.
But I clutched at him when he started to move back, because real or not, my cock was begging for his touch, and other parts of me…I could feel the inside of my body, empty and aching.
Hollow, hurting in a way only he could soothe.
I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck me, to beg him to fuck me, and then I heard a girl's voice screech, "Oh my God, I think he's mauling him!"
Colin twisted halfway around, his arms still around me, angling his body so that he kept me between him and the wall.
Sheltering me from the view of the students who were, I now realized in a blur of lust and shock and the return of reality, still standing there gawking, with their mouths open and their eyes wide.
