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~*The Great Lemon of Metaphysics*~
By: Me, of course.
Warnings: Why should I warn you? Read it or don’t. I’m not wasting my time telling you why you shouldn’t. O.o
Disclaimer: Ok, so I ripped my main male character completely from personal experience, but the scenes, unfortunately, aren’t from real life (I could only wish…). I love my sexy Asians. They belong to me, dammit >Author’s Note: Ok, the title is from my Physics B class, in which our teacher throws chalkboard erasers at Bob. He calls this eraser “the great eraser of metaphysics”. I was amused. The male character is a(n uneven) mix between two guys I know. It’s written in first person, but it’s not me I’m talkin’ ‘bout (sadly). Sadly, this is just how I could imagine my sexy Asian reacting in this situation, my poor high-strung man-slave. *laughs*
/boo/=thoughts
Enjoy! ~*~*~*
“To get to this conclusion through a syllogism, it requires us to examine individual cases…” The teacher droned on as I slipped into Lala-Land. I laid my head on my arm and doodled in my notebook, not that the teacher ever noticed anything. The rest of the class was asleep after half an hour with the boring professor.
Except him. /Brownie/. He just got transferred here, and he doesn’t talk to anyone but the teachers. He wouldn’t even tell us his name, so we call him Brownie ‘cause he’s Asian. Physics is the only class I have with him and Doc Grindlinhame doesn’t call on people, so I’d never even heard his voice. But he’s hot. In an exotic kind of way. He’s not like those bad-a**-wanna-be boys that live around here. I’d been hot on him for a few weeks, since he got here. It didn’t help that I almost never saw him, and then got assigned the seat right next to him in Physics. That just lit my fire even more.
I wanted him. Bad.
With that thought, I glanced over at him and, surprisingly enough, he glanced at me at the same moment. I smiled at him, and he went back to taking notes. I watched him a second more as I thought. He had crisp black hair with dark blue highlights. It was long, all the way to his shoulder blades. I wanted to touch it. His face was one of those prefect ovals you see on Asian people, which you usually don’t think is hot, but on him it was. His eyes were so dark brown they could have been black. I have always been a sucker for dark eyes. He licked his lips. He has fantastic lips. Full, pink, perfect Cupid’s bow lips. I’d had some very nice dreams about those lips. They looked soft and I wanted to find out first hand.
Caught in a daydream, I began biting my bottom lip and stared off into space in the general direction of forward. I vaguely saw him watch me bite my lip out of the corner of one eye, which snagged me back to reality. /I wonder… is he hot blooded after all…? / I couldn’t resist the temptation. I bit my lip one more time, then drew the tip of my tongue across my upper lip in an age-old cheap trick and smirked at him before his eyes widened and he looked away.
I laughed to myself, /So, he wants to play it like that? / My smirk got decidedly crooked as I continued my daydream on a much naughtier scale.
He wasn’t too much older than myself—18, maybe19 on the outside—but he had an air of innocence, like a virgin. /I could have so much fun corrupting him. I wonder if he’s actually a virgin. /
I’d worn a really cute little number this morning, a blouse and mini-skirt instead of the usual jeans and t-shirt, which I took full advantage of as I sifted a little to the left, towards him. My blouse fell open just a little more and gave him a glimpse of cleavage should he choose to look. A fleetingly look over told me he did. /of course…/. I uncrossed my legs, then crossed my left over my right, flashing a little thigh. He stopped taking notes and his hands stilled.
He had big hands. His long, elegant fingers and broad palms made my mouth water. He even kept his nails clean. I wanted to have those hands all over me. Would they be warm or cold? /Hot/. I could just feel them skimming slowly up my legs, stroking my thighs. I began to play with the hem of my skirt, flipping it up and down, tracing the lace of my thigh-highs.
I looked up at him and saw his eyes watching my hands with a sort of wild look. I stilled my hands. He looked up.
/Oh my GOD…/. That look, turned full force on my face, made my mouth go dry and I licked my lips again, half nervous, half terribly interested. /Maybe he’s not as virgin as he seems/. I began to seriously wonder if Doc would notice if we started ******** on the floor. He looked at me a second longer, then went back to his notes like nothing was going on. /What the hell?? Did he just *dismiss* me? / He shifted slightly away from me. /b*****d/. In a huff, I went back to my notes, studiously ignoring him.
The bell rang and I gathered my things to go. I made sure to be the last one to leave because I seriously hated my next class, Pre-calculus. /UGH/. The hallway was actually empty as I stepped toward the room I needed to be in.
Someone grabbed me from behind and dragged me into a dark, empty classroom.
“What the HELL!” I was not amused and turned around to see who had grabbed me. /Brownie/. He just stood there, looking at me. “Brownie? What are you--*eep*!” He stepped forward and jerked me towards him, causing me to drop my books. I had about a second to see that hungry look in his eye and all over his face before he lowered his face to mine. His lips were softer than I had imagined, but not soft at all in their treatment of me as he nipped the lower lip I’d been teasing him with earlier. I yielded to the silent demand and opened my mouth. Our tongues dueled and I felt like he wanted to eat me from the inside out. Not an unpleasant thought. /He’s definitely not a virgin/.
He kicked my books aside and pulled me flush to his body. I could feel every hard muscle on his lithe frame. His hands were hot on my back, and I reached up and buried my hands in his hair. His hair was a curtain of satin and I sighed at the feel of it. He made some small noise, picked me up under my thighs, spun us around and put me on the teacher’s desk that had been behind him. I hooked my legs around him and pulled him down for another kiss. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, pulling things lower in my abdomen and I shifted my hips in response. He made another small guttural sound and left my mouth.
I would have protested, but moaned instead when he found a sensitive spot on my neck, sucking and nibbling it to torture me. I fought for self-control as my back arched and my legs locked around him, my hips connecting fully with his, rubbing against his hard-on. He pulled my shirt out of my skirt and began undoing buttons with one hand as he grabbed my a** to hold me in place with the other hand.
“Brownie…. *pant* …wait,” I managed to finally get out as my shirt came open and he stopped torturing my neck to nuzzle my bra.
“What? Isn’t this what you wanted?” He seemed impatient. It was the first time I’d ever heard his voice and it was as sexy as the rest of him. Low and guttural from arousal, it nearly made me lose my focus.
“Sure it is, but why… I mean, you’ve never spoken to anyone, let alone showed interest in me.”
“You think that just because I don’t talk to those idiots, I won’t notice you teasing me?” He laughed and I forgot whatever I was going to say to that. I pulled his shirt over his head and dropped the blouse off my shoulders. His skin was a creamy caramel color, tight over nice pecs and gorgeous abs. I ran my fingertips over his stomach and laughed when he flexed his six-pack. He pulled me into another lip-lock, while he reached behind and unhooked my bra.
He swept a number of things off the desk and lowered me back on it as he tossed the piece of cloth somewhere over his shoulder. He untwisted my legs from his waist (much to my disappointment), flipped my shoes off, and then did the very thing I had been fantasizing about earlier. He ran his hands slowly up my claves, behind my knees, outside my thigh, up under my skirt to stroke his thumbs across the tops of my thigh-highs—perilously close to my center. His big hands gripped my hips for a moment, and with another kiss for me, he leaned down and placed feather light kisses along the skin between my underwear and my hose as he pulled them off. He looked me directly in the eye from between my legs as he placed a single kiss at my core and came up to lavish attention on my neglected breasts.
He blew a stream of cold air over both nipples, hardening them painfully. He kissed each breast, the valley in between, and began lightly sucking my right breast. I gasped, but when I rocked against him, I realized he was still mostly clothed. /Not fair/. I pushed him up as I sat up and smirked at the hazy, confused look on his face.
“What?” He asked, rather irritably.
“This,” I answered as I grabbed his belt buckle and undid it. He started to back away as I jerked his belt out of its loops. He tried to grab my hands to stop me, but I evade them and slipped a hand down his loose pants. /Commando—I approve. / He groaned and leaned into me. “Oh no you don’t, big boy,” I said, “You started this with me, and we’re gonna finish it.” He tried to clear his throat as I popped open the button on his jeans and massaged his balls.
“You sure?” He finally managed to get out. /Well what the hell did he think’d happen if he molested me like this? Not that I’m complaining. /
“Oh yes, I’m sure,” I answered firmly as I lowered his zipper. His d**k sprang free and lay nearly flat on his stomach, a slightly lighter brown that the rest of him and not the longest monster, but thick and strong looking. He reached forward and I lifted my hips to let him remove my underwear. He shoved my skirt up around my hips and stole another kiss, sucking my bottom lip seductively as he rubbed against me. /Son of a b***h. / He teased my entrance, slightly dipping the head of his c**k in and quickly pulling out before I could impale myself on him.
“Ahhhh…. please…*pant* Brownie…please,” I pleaded with him. He just moved his hand between us and began caressing my c**t, driving me crazy and getting his name as a reward for his efforts. My eyes closed and my head fell back as I continued to beg him to fill me and stop teasing us both.
“Brownie…!”
“Bryant.”
“What?” My head was in a fog, and it took a second to sink in.
“My name is Bryant.”
“Bryant, please.” Hearing his name seemed to snap something in him, and he drove into me in one surge. I nearly stopped breathing. He was perfect. I braced one hand behind me on the desk and tangled the other one in his hair. He set the rhythm after a few experimental thrusts. He pounded into me for a few minutes, then braced himself on the desk, moved one of my legs over his arm, put the other around his waist again, and lifted my hips up into full contact with his. From that angel he immediately hit my sweet- spot and had my chanting his name between ragged breaths. His own breathing was increasingly unsteady and his bass moans shivered though me. I distantly heard the bell ring as his c**k expanded even more and my world exploded into pure pleasure. He called my name and bit my breast as he came.
We rested a bit on the desk. He slipped out of me and began to get dressed. I smiled lazily and did the same. /Good thing no one needed this classroom this period. / I picked my books up and headed for the door, but turned around when he called my name.
“Yeah?”
“You wanna do something Saturday?” /great sex, then a date? I think we got this outta order. / I laughed as I answered.
“Yeah, that’d be great, Bryant.”

~*~*~*~ Endishness

Lol, thank you. I actually wrote this back when I was still a virgin.. I need to go write some new ones..... *hmmm*...

NO neither character is virgin. I was a virgin when I wrote it./

Hehe. ******** and date. <3

Exactly. xP That's my outlook on things. ;D

Pishah! They'd be too amazed by the hawtness to even think of laughing.

And yea, ******** THEN dating. That's how my boyfriend and I did it. Hehehehe. We're so bad......

same here. Of course, I don't let anybody read ANY of my writings, really.

Whoo! Haha. xDD