I saw him again that day, trying to ignore that horrible feeling of lust and nervousness in my stomach as he walked past me. He was exactly what I wanted, absolutely everything! I couldn’t seem to be able to stop staring; I ran my eyes up and down his manly body and then looked back to his face again. He seemed to notice me staring and looked back at me, holding my gaze and then just standing there. I felt like I couldn’t stop myself from going over to him, it was like I was completely incapable of staying away from him.
I made my way over to him and thought ‘I know everybody’s against this and that he could get in big trouble if he goes along with what I want but I don’t care, I want him’. He seemed shocked to see me standing right in front of his face and I smiled at him then grabbed onto his penis through his pants. I felt him jump and gasp at my touch.
“What are you doing?” he asked, not even attempting to move away my hand. I didn’t say anything and stepped away from him, walking away from him and feeling him watching me as I went. The whole thing was so exciting and I got a thrill out of it all, I looked back at him over my shoulder and saw him still standing there with a bulge in his pants. Later that night, once everybody was asleep I changed into a dress that was so short that it couldn’t even really be considered as a dress. It was all part of the game of course; from the way he had reacted earlier on I knew I could get him. He was sitting at his computer, his eyes glued to the screen. “Hey” I said, sitting on his bed. He turned to look at me and continued to look, not saying anything at all.