Chapter 2 the girl in read scarf

I have always seen her acting weird in my lecture, i would catch a glimpse of her when Mrs. Rosie would be lecturing about poetic literature but as soon as i would enter the room, the colours drain out of her face, the crimson cheeks suddenly turning pale, eyes never leaving the ink on her notebook along with sweaty palms that she would rub continous on her plaid skirt. I am barely strict, i did shout on a student on my first day because she dented my car, was that her? Im not sure, i was way too busy overlooking the white scratches and a dent over the right front wheel.

She apologised which adrifted my attention towards her scraped bleeding knees but before i could stop her, the red scarf was already flowing in the air as she dissapeared in a breathe, i couldnt even take a mindful picture of her face.

She couldnt be her. Or could she?

Every time under my presence her gaze would be statued to her ankle socks with her shiny straight black hairs covering rears of her face, as if i had seen her naked. I hadnt even seen her face properly yet just her hairline and that she middle parts her hair, that she wears pastel coloured sweaters and dark coloured skirts everyday.

I had even asked her questions to listen to her voice, but she remains totally silent, never matching the intensity of my stare and walking out of the classroom within the very next 10 seconds, as if her whole body is burning over flames. She would dissapear after the university lectures ends, i havent seen her around afterwards just in class, she hides, all the time, as if i would hurt her. This bothers me more than it should, i have remained friendly from the very first day with everyone, so what is it thats scaring her that much.

She was again sitting on her bench, third row last bench, same posture, her hairs hiding her ears, it looked as she begged to dissapear, it was prominent over her trembling legs shaking vigorously. Even her shaky fingers.

"Miss. Christina" I had demanded her attention, she flinched from her trails of thoughts (seemed as that), connecting her hazel eyes for the very first time, her lips gaping as she stood up on her slender legs looking down again, "Can you explain to me what did Stopford Brooke meant from his lines, "In this play love lives in many forms.", she looked up again looking over to all the students turning and looking over at her, taking a curt breathe before she looked into my eyes.

She hummed, her voice echoing for the first time again in the hall, "William shakespeare in his play, As You Like It, describes love to be existing in five forms namely, romantic and courtly love, body and sexual love, sisterly and brotherly love, fatherly love and unrequited love." she answered, her voice cracking in an alluring way, seductive and a bit grudgy. "good" i said as she sat down, biting her lips turning back to her usual position.

As i started to describe her wordings, i was noticing her from the side of my eye, she took a deep breathe before leaving the room with her backpack hanging over her one shoulder. Unintentionally my voice terminated noticing her regular behaviour but this time i wanted to confront her, ask her whats wrong since she spoke up, even looked around, what's distracting her now. I turned around starting to jote more than few questions on the white board, "this is your task, complete the questions i have something urgent that came up, submit notebooks before leaving".

When i walked out the door she was already taking a turn around the hallway, my footsteps were discreet but i followed her, i was curious what does she do when she escapes. The directions she took only lead to the abandoned area of the school backyard, where no one goes anymore, that area was shut down after renovation of entire victorian school building, way behind the school building, there used to be a football playground which is not under use anymore due to the huge crcaks in the ground.

She passed the last exit door, walking out into the fresh air, tucking her hair behind her ears as she strolled further away from the school, meanwhile i was copying her footsteps, ten metre behind her, she was way too focused to turn around, even look beside her, hands clutching the straps of her bags over her shoulders.

Looking around she strides into the dilapidated locker and changing room for the former football players, the small cabinated, long bunker. I followed her even then, hiding near door to notice any movements before going in, the rooms were dark, the spider webs crawling over your skin, while only the sunlight passed through, the old inflated footballs lying over the floor along with jerseys hanging, the far kept studs/cleats coated with dusty layers of mud. The broken lockers with peeling colours, and the bathroom at the end of the hallway.

The door to the bathroom was closed, as i sauntered towards it, the closer i moved the clearer the whimpers became audible, 'is she crying?', without thinking twice i kicked the door open, burning my mind into ashes at the same time.

On the closed toilet seat there was christina, legs spreaded wide supported by her one hand and other stimulating her clitoris with a silent vibrator, her lips stuck between her upper teeth, her eyes closed with earphones plugged in. The crimson flush again blaring her whole body. And she havent noticed my presence. As she moaned, her eyes opening slowly before widening in terror completely, her hands losing control as the vibrator dropped to the ground, her eyes tearing immediately, and her glistening cunt dripping with her juices, oh such a pure sight.

"relax" i said moving forward as i watch her drop her legs and pull her skirt to cover the juices dripping down her thighs. "so this is why you left..." i walked further till her face was in front of my hardened cock, i was sure she could already see the outline, protuding upwards with a huge dent. I carresed the rear of her cheeks, brushing the tear that just dropped before making her crane her neck by pulling her chin. "who made you this wet, Christina Darwish...", she gulped visibly, her breathes heaving as she squished her thighs shut, torturing her lips between her teeth again, i hummed demanding an answer, rubbing her wet pink lips under my thumb releasing it from the deadly grip of her teeth. "do i excite you" my fingers travelled over her exposed skin of thighs, lifting her skirt a bit before i retracted my fingers, i was about to step back and leave that place when she held my hands, "dont stop please"....she widened her legs leaning back, looking at me expectantly.

She was ethreal, her hazel eyes, up close, held a thousand untold stories, which made it nearly unable to read, an enigma. her plump pink lips were parted showing her bunny incisors, and her little bulbous nose which and the now blood rushed cheeks glowing under the streaks of sunlight creeeping from the window, as i said breathe-taking, but by doing this i was jeopardizing my career and my job.

The mask of contemplation never went unnoticed as she, wrapped her skirt to her waist, rubbing her clitorsis while looking at me and down to the exposed areas of my chest carrying sparse bits of hair. Her cunt was clenching under fingers, the off white fluids flowing to her other clenched hole amd ass cheeks. "behave christina" she was making it utterly impossible to stop myself, and when she said that i lost it, "or what?", a chuckle escape past my lips my inner demons taking over my consciousness, we are going nowhere before finishing this situation. "or..." I stepped towards her knocking the visible air out of her lungs, my hand trailing the girth of her thighs, the soft skin burning with goosebumps, i slaped her hands away, the one over playing with her juices, spanking her cunt as she moaned clutching my shirt, another spank followed by her moan.

The squelching cunt wrapping around my two fingers perfectly and i couldnt help but think about how tight will it feel around my cock.

My thumb was rubbing her clit slowly all while pumping the two of my fingers down her pussy, her eyes partially closed with her pretty little mouth moaning unstably. "look at me while my fingers are fucking you", she gulped shooting her eyes open and focusing over my eyes, her hands mischievously taking her sweater over her head, revealing her plump bossoms those were hidden under her extra loose sweater, she was wearing a tank top clutching tightly to her tits. her hands folding the tank top up hastily revealing her magenta lacey bra, smoking colour for her skin, before she could take it off I pinned her hands above head, the wet slicked, dripping of her juices fingers trailing over her tits before getting pushed down her tongue, for her to wrap her lips around it while sucking with hollowed cheeks. Her tongue even playing with my fingers. Slowly, darkly, all while maintaining the gaze without any shame, "sucha naughty girl fucking herself thinking of her teacher", her juices dripped plunged out her vertical lips again upon hearing my voice.

Smirking I kneeled in front of her, tongue darting to lick the fingers she licked before pulling christina into a heated tongue-fighting kiss, her hands still locked over her head restraining to be free to roam and tangle my hair in. She was not going to get that present. She bite my lips when I didn't let her free, letting me have to spank her sensitive drenched cunt again making her squeal loudly. "Mr spencer" she half moaned, her voice breaking from squealing. "fuck me please" she said teary eyes from the overwhelming pleasure stimulating her throbbing cunt. "you dare tell me what to do" the sweaty hair nested on her forehead as she moaned again seeing my cock sprung, the sound of zipper had already sent her into bare unconcious state.

However she got ahold of herself clasping her bra open, as her D cups fell free, bouncing slightly. I moved forward when she started pinching her nipples all by herself, soon spitting over my cock, running her fingertips over the veins splattered over my shaft, the greenish veins making her mouth water visibly as she rubbed her hands over it. The rubbing later turning into caressing her nipples with my pink tip's precum, spitting nd again smearing. Bending forward, her tongue licked my tip having me groan while grabbing her hair roots, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked on the tip only, torturing me to orgasm faster. Unacceptable. again.

My finger slided down her velvety neck lines, grasping under her ear and pulling her away from teasing me. She was smilling shamelessly but oh that smile, her dentals were perfectly gummy cute, the innocent look starkly contrasting her deeds. Grabbing her tits, her smile disappeared as her siren eyes took over, I knew what was on her mind, stepping forward as she stuck my cock between her globes, sticking her tongue out to lick the tip everytime I would thrust upwards, even sucking and rubbing the soft over my hard on. The mole over her right breast making her look more seductive.

I orgasmed over her Ds, watching her run the fingers through the off while fluids before sucking, even if some flew up to her cheeks and chin. My shaft was anyhow still scorching with an erection. Smirking, she pushed her self to her feet, clutching to my collars. Unbuttoning the emerald shirt. Her tongue licking down from my chin to my upper lips before shoving it into my mouth with an intensity, brushing and rubbing over mine. my shaft caressing her cunt lips as she rubbed it with her hands, lifting her up I pinned her against the wall, to match her with my shoulder level, watching the heaving breathe fall down her lips.

Plunging my cock into her glistening, clenching cunt sent chills up her neck, as she moaned loudly rolling back her eyes. her legs locked behind my torso, as i rode her, hitting the spots, which made her squirm and writhe under me. Unlocking, I held her legs over my forearm, fucking her deeper. Her fingernails digging down the skin over my back. The tears of pleasure staining her cheeks, and her lips plumping into reddish pink by her innumerable assaults of biting. She was a poem. If I could write her right now. "I'm cumming" she said in a shrilled squeal, breaking voice. "cum on my cock christina", and she did, the fluid dripping down her ass, the droplets wetting my shoes, I so wanted to lick her again.

"are you on birth control?", she nodded her head, recovering from her orgasm when she moaned again feeling the hot white liquid spurt inside her, dripping along her cum, down to my balls. Her lips crashing against mine in a breathe to make me cum again, her cunt now stuffed with my cream.