UNSETTLED

Her hands were still holding the hem of her dress. As she brought them together, she raised them slightly, bringing her skirt with them. And there, three feet from his face, were Belle's pretty black and pink panties, peeking out from under her skirt. 

    Frozen, he stared at her slim hips and thighs, and the soft white cotton covering her little pussy. But only for a moment, as she dropped her hands and continued talking. Looking up in a panic, he was relieved to see she was still looking away. Relieved, but suspicious...he'd never seen her this fidgety before, and in the space of a minute she had 'accidentally' flashed him twice. He was starting to think that she wasn't mad after all. He was starting to think she was beginning to hop to her tune. So, cautiously, he demanded the next step.

"What do you think they do at Summer Break?" Damon asked, noticing her hands moving up the front of her blouse. Scrubbing the back of her neck, her arms stroked and scraped against her small breasts...maybe a little more than they needed to.

"Sex. Sex, drinking, and more sex. And he won't be with me!" She stamped her foot and looked angry there, then dropped her hands back to squash the hem of her dress. "And the other girls. They will be so hot..." she sadly added.

"Not hot enough. If he went for anyone there, he'd be trading down." He wanted to say more… but...one step at a time.

She was filled with light, shifted her weight...and again brought her hands together and lifted a little, excavating herself to him. This time, she twirled her fists and put up the front of the fabric enough to give him a good long look...bikini panties, and the pink dots were little hearts. As her skirt dropped again and he looked back up into her face, he could see that she had been watching him, too.

Dancing, closer and closer. "You make everything you wear so beautiful." Damon blurted out.

"What? We all wear the same boring uniforms," still nervous, still fidgeting, she smoothed her hands over the front of her too-short skirt.

"Yes. Your skirt, your blouse..." He paused, staring into her eyes and taking the plunge, he brought it out into the open; "...and your pretty panties."

Glancing back at him she redden, but her eyes showed no shock, no surprise. Just a burning enthusiasm and touching defenselessness as she finally implored, "Do you like my panties?"

"Yes, yes I do." He slowly looked down to her skirt, stared for a moment, then leisurely brought his gaze up to her body until it rested on her eyes again. "Do you like showing them to me?"

She paused, then gave a little nod. "Uh-huh."

"Well...why don't you show me again?"

This time there was no chit chat, no transparent attempts to pretend it wasn't happening. As she slowly lifted her skirt, exposing herself to her crush's hungry gaze, her eyes never left his face. The wonder and the passion he was showing were turning her on as much as the intense situation.

And Damon was certainly turned on. Here, inches from his face was the most beautiful female body he had ever seen. Fit acrobat's legs sprouting out of her white socks, past her knees and reaching up to her long pale thighs, growing closer but never touching, until they were stretched by the soft white cotton of her bikini panties. White, sprinkled with tiny pink hearts...pretty tight, they showed the small bump of her mons on the bottom and had a little bow on the elastic top. Above, her flat pelvic plate with slightly protruding hip bones could just be glimpsed below her raised skirt. He was enchanted, he was charmed..it was like falling, just letting earnestness take you.

"Belle, you look so beautiful. They look so soft."

Still holding up her skirt, and still staring into his face, she swallowed...and fell with him.

"You can touch them...if you want to." She offered.

He perked up at her and smiled quickly, then dropped his gaze back to the… between her legs. Reaching across with his right hand, he slowly brought the back of his fingers towards her hips. They both gawked as his hand came closer and closer to her waiting body. When the back of his curved fingers finally brushed up against the soft cotton in the middle of her lower abdomen, Belle let out a small hum and a temblor ran through her.

Up and down half an inch, softly brushing her panties with the back of his fingers. He could feel how soft her skin was behind the thin layer of cloth and heard her breathing quicken as he skimmed up and down, back and forth. For some reason, the fact that he was only using the back of his fingers and was not trying to curve down to her pussy made it seem almost ok.

Not that he didn't want to. Damon had never been so turned on in his life, everything that was ensuing came off so unreal. There was nothing he wanted to do more right now than skid his fingers down over her slit...however, her invitation had been for her panties, not her pussy.

But, Belle…or Belle's body - had different ideas. As he rubbed his fingers down another time, she wobbled her hips up, just a little…and that brought the first knuckle of his middle finger right to the top of her soft little moans. He wasn't sure if she had done it...so he drifted up, then down again. This time it was unmistakable as was trying to tilt her hips and raise her toes a little...straining to get her pussy under his hand. And that was all the invitation Damon needed.



He drifted back up, all the way to the elastic exterior, then side to side, gently straightening his fingers. Finally, as he slowly brushed down again, he curled his fingers and wrist to follow the beautiful girl's curve of her crotch. As she tilted and raised a lot, his first three fingers slid down and under, outer fingers brushing her smooth thighs as his middle finger ran the length of her soft warm slit.


"Ohhhh...Damon," she cooed, as she melted around his finger. Dropping one hand to his, she held his hand as he slowly worked it in and out, gently thrusting his middle finger along the length of her slit and using his knuckle to softly caress her clit.

   Damon couldn't believe how soft, and especially how hot she felt through the thin cotton. The cloth was too absorbent, he couldn't tell if she was wet...but her pussy was pulsing with heat.

"Oh Honey...I can't believe how soft you feel, how hot you are."

"Ohh...uh. I'm...uh...you make...oh..." her eyes lidded as she started to lean back, and then

 

BANG!

Her eyes flew open in terror as they heard a door slam down the hall. Dropping her skirt, she grabbed her backpack off the desk and ran for the door...only to stop after a few steps. Turning, she looked at Damon, then ran back, leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

  In a flash, she was gone.

    Damon stared blankly at the door she had just gone through, then jerked as reality came crashing back into his brain. What the hell was he doing? Here, with his junior...with Belle! 

  Holy Crap!

  Anyone could have walked in! Shaking his head, he leaned it into his hands as he rubbed his temples. It didn't feel real, it couldn't be real and then, the faint wisp of scent tickled his consciousness. Soap, and...maybe...lemon and as he brought his fingers up to his nose, the unmistakable aroma of her sweet young pussy.



It was real all right.



His mind feverishly jumped from lust at what they had just been doing to agony at what would happen if she felt guilty and told her parents. Thinking of tomorrow with excitement and dread, he got up and did what he had to do. In the boy's bathroom, furiously stroking his rigid member, he whispered her name as he blew his load into a wad of tissue.

  It was going to be a long night.


****

After a night of choppy sleep, Damon dazed his way through his morning classes. Knowing how jacked up everyone would be on the last day before vacation, he had a pretty easy day planned. And it was a good thing, too, because he was deflected and often returning to yesterday, and wondering about today. He ate lunch alone in his classroom, and when the next lesson came in, he said hi to everyone, but looked only for her. When he finally saw her, she slowly walked up to him.


"Can I talk to you?...after school? About...you know...yesterday..." With an uneasy expression on her face, she kept looking at him, then down, then back up again. Totally on the lip, Damon couldn't read anything from her face or posture...he could be in deep difficulty here...or not.


"Sure," he tried to smile. "After this period?"


"Alright." She agreed.