20

Twenty
Keira's POV
I sensed Raiden was more interested in rocking me, rather than listen to the conversation ensuing between Sasha and her monolins as he kept pressing harder on my thighs. His hard on grew stronger and I kind of felt it would pierce my thighs.
"Oh God..." I moaned as I throw my head back against the door of the cubicle, heaving heavily. I tried resisting him from leaning on me, but I found my strength grossly failing me. And once again, I was in that strange world I was last night, I could help but give moan silently into his ears, as I feel my pussy already drenched my panties with it's juice.
I lost hold of myself. I wanted him so badly. I couldn't getting the memories of the previous night off my head as I pull him closer and tighter. Perhaps, I never wanted a better yesterday.
If he had tried to fuck me at that moment, I might not hesitate, but turn over and allow him plug some of him into me. He tried to engage me in some sort of conversation, but I was sensationally engrossed in him, and I'm glad he never bothered to interrupt the beautiful moment.
I lurked my tongue with his, and together we swept every corner of my mouth. I was so overwhelmed with the pleasures of his kisses that the thought of Sasha and her friends just a door away from us flew away like a bird set free, and I was only snapped back to reality when I felt his hand reached out for my panties.
I gasped with my eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets. I tried pulling away, but the more I tried, I harder he pressed his hard on on me. I wanted to free myself from his hold, but the thought of Sasha seeing me with her boyfriend dominated my head and I calmed my nerves. He signaled to me not to make a sound by placing my hands over my mouth. I gulped every bit of sound in me and surrendered to him. He raised my soaked panty to his nose and pressed his hard on harder on me, but this time around, it was on my naked and dripping pussy.
"Oh my God... Oh my God, Raiden..." I pleased. I know he would heed my pleas because he had never seen nor heard me plead in such tone.
He must be confused at the moment, and I could tell that he got more confused when he saw tears gathering around my eyes.
"They're gone Keira..." he said, trying to calm my nerves.
"It doesn't matter...they think of me as a slut... everyone thinks I'm a boyfriend snatcher." I replied, shaking my head. I wasn't sure if that was me giving the response, I wanted the moment to continue, maybe till our nightmares come true - someone opening the door on us.
"But are you though?" he asked, looking serious, even after knowing fully well that I'd rather choose to be bullied than snatch someone's boyfriend.
Eeewww, I can't even imagine myself in such state.
I rolled my eyes and gave a painful smile with the unshed tears, which now made my eyelids heavier and blurry. I blinked my eyes, relieving my lids of the heavy drop of tears, without leaving a track on my cheeks.
I raised my head and tried to answer his question by describing what the present situation looked like.
"I'm in a restroom cubicle in school, making out with Sasha's boyfriend with your..." my face redened as I forced the words out "with my panties in your hand..."
"That's because I'm making you do this... you should never believe you'd do something wrong." he cut in.
"Well, I have no choice but to believe it ...I kissed you back, and I rocked against you... I... I thought about doing so many things to you Raiden... I couldn't stop thinking about you yesterday..." I cried.
I felt relieved making these conversations, I know I might feel embarrassed whenever I reminisce about it, but then, I should live the present before the future. I know he would never have imagined me telling him all these, but I was less concerned. I was vulnerable.
"I touched myself while thinking of you..." I continue, staring at him in fury. He stood there rooted to a spot, and I tried to fathom if he was shocked by my confessions or stare. His reaction made me feel embarrassed and I buried my face in my palms.
"...that's when I realized this had gone out of control. We can't keep doing this..." - I managed to complete my statement.
I tried to land my feet on the ground from the door he had pinned me to, but he resisted. I pressed harder but he won't let me, and when I realized he won't let me, I gave a heavy sigh and stopped struggling with him.
However, his response shared some sort of strength in me and I almost used them on him.
"What difference will it make if we stop now knowing we've already done something bad behind Sasha's back than just continue later on without letting Sasha know about it..."
"Are you crazy? Because we can stop now and pretend that this never happened. Raiden, we can't keep doing this to Sasha. It doesn't matter if she's always mean to me or always bullies me and has always bullies me since middle school. If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn't want him straddling another girl and making out with her..." I blurted out, speaking every word directly into his face, but his expression is of someone that just got introduced into a new game.
"Keira..." he called in bewilderment. In such a tone that says he wasn't aware of what I was talking about the whole time. I let the realization of what I meant sink into him since it's just dawning on him. He looked sober as he stare into the wall.
I could tell that he imagining another man exploring the world of Sasha, the way he has been exploring mine.
"Please Raiden... for the first time in ages, I really want you to act the way you were before you suddenly started being nice to me. Just forget I exist..." I pleaded, snapping him out of his thoughts.
I watched him as he went numb, it was obvious that he's stuck as though he wants to make a landmark decision. I slowly slipped my body down from his grip, and I'm glad he didn't resist this time around. The look on his face was a pitiful one, and I wondered if I had said something demeaning to him.
"I know you're a good person... and I know I'm the one who's the bad one and you would never deliberately try to steal someone's boyfriend if you weren't forced into doing all these..." he said calmly.
I smiled a bit, with the satisfaction that my words had an effect on him.
"It doesn't change the fact that the whole school thinks otherwise..." - I whispered, making him understand the state at which things are presently.
"But I'm also in the rumours being spread. Seriously, if I can go out there and be like 'Gross, why would I have anything to do with Keira', then everyone would believe me. You are Keira after all..." - he declared, trying to make me see him in the awful picture with him.
I rolled my eyes and laughed at him. The society isn't as fair as you pictured it.
Yes, in the real sense, we were both in the picture, but the society would always nail a gender to the cross than the other.
While trying to stop laughing at the whole matter, he suddenly snatched my glasses from my face and drew up my hair band. I glared up and my hair bounced around my face. I managed to put some strands behind my ears only to see Raiden approaching me seductively.
"Raiden...Raiden, please don't..." I whispered apologetically.
"Why do you always have to put your hair up like that... it's so silky and beautiful...and seriously Keira, there's nothing like medicated contact lenses other than wearing these hideous glasses everywhere now..."
His words were like a salt on an old wound, I felt irritated and insulted by them.
"Hey... give those back" - I said, snatching it out of his hand and carefully placed it on my face, where it sat, beautifully as usual.
"Do you know how much a medicated eye lense costs?" - I asked, as I yanked my hair band from his hold.
"Oh yeah... sorry about that... really. I forgot about..." - he said apologetically, realizing the gravity of what he just said.
"It's okay." - I cut in, with a smile.
"How's you dad?" - he asked, averting every chance of silence between us.
"He's just a bit unwell... it's nothing serious." - I responded, making at the door. I stopped abruptly and took a last glance at him. I saw my panties dangling in his hold, but I decided to let him keep it. I was swift to snatch away my glances when he was about tracing them on him.
"Goodbye..." - I said, heading out of the cubicle.