The Slow Steady Beat


                                            >You place the books to your morning classes into your locker.

                                            >It’s lunch break and you are starving.

                                            >Staying a few extra minutes after class ended may have cut into your free time but it was worth it now that you don’t have homework for calculus tonight.

                                            >You close your locker and turn around to-

                                            >Shit!

                                            >Standing less than a foot in front of you is that girl who always wears sunglasses.

                                            >And she’s just staring at you.

                                            >How long has she been there?

                                            “Uh, hey.”

                                            >The low beat of a base can just barely be heard from the headphone she has in her ears.

                                            >She gives small nods in time with each thump.

                                            >Your eyes dart left then right down the hallway.

                                            >Empty save you two.

                                            “So…”

                                            >Instantly the girl grabs your hand and places it down her pants.

                                            >Soft curly hair tickles your palm and a wet set of lips sits on your middle finger.

                                            >Immediately your eyes go wide

                                            >On instinct you try to walk backward only to slam your body into the lockers.

                                            >The girl keeps a grip on your hand.

                                            >It stays right where she put it.

                                            >Your body shakes as panic sets in.

                                            “Look!  We should stop!”

                                            >Though her eyes remain hidden you see her brows furrow in annoyance.

                                            “I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t even know your name and we’re at school and we could get in really big trouble and-”

                                            >You’re cut off mid sentence by her other hand securely covering your mouth.

                                            >Her fingers give a firm squeeze around your cheeks.

                                            >You breathing quickens at the realization that this girl is not going to let you go.

                                            >What is going here!?

                                            >Leading your hand with her own she moves your middle finger up and down her slit in long strokes.

                                            >Her pubes rub against your palm causing both areas to start sweating.

                                            >The wetness that started as enough to dampen your finger now coats the entire thing.

                                            >It’s even enough to soak the ring finger which the girl makes sure to keep right next the middle.

                                            >Without warning both digits are thrust inside.

                                            >Your mind goes blank.

                                            >The soft pliable smoothness is all you can concentrate on.

                                            >You swear you can almost feel a texture.

                                            >With each push of your fingers she rocks forward grinding her crotch on your hand.

                                            >Breathy moans rise from the back of her throat.

                                            >The pace never seems to quicken.

                                            >It remains a steady pattern.

                                            >Once again you hear rhythmic pule coming from her earbuds.

                                            >In a single second you know she’s having you finger her in tempo with her music.

                                            >She removes her hand from your face and puts it down her pants with the other.

                                            >The stretchy fabric bulges to what you can only guess to be its limit.

                                            >Grasping your thumb with her now free hand she guides it to a small fleshy bump.

                                            >Her breath becomes quicker.

                                            >She rubs your thumb erratically over her clit.

                                            >Your fingers however never change speed.

                                            >There’s now enough wetness on them that you feel it drip off every time they exit.

                                            >The back of your knuckles feel just how much remains from the dampness that her panties aren’t able to soak up.

                                            >Suddenly she slams your fingers in as deep as they will go.

                                            >Then she clutches your wrist to ensure there is no escape.

                                            >Her pace with your thumb only quickens.

                                            >You feel the slick are gently squeeze around your appendages.

                                            >Finger nails dig deep into your flesh.

                                            >She exhales a long moan that slowly morphs into a sigh.

                                            >Her voice is low for a girl’s.

                                            >You now realize that you’ve never even heard this girl talk before.

                                            >After regaining her breath she removes your hand.

                                            >Bringing it to her face she places both fingers in her mouth.

                                            >You feel the eyes behind those sunglasses stare right into you.

                                            >You’ve never felt more vulnerable.

                                            >Feeling a sensation similar to what they had experienced only shortly before she gently sucks on your fingers.

                                            >Slowly she takes them out while her lips increase in pressure.

                                            >They exit with a small wet pop.

                                            >Deliberately she uses her tongue to lick off any remaining fluids

                                            >Her eyes stay on you.

                                            >Then she swallows.

                                            >Taking out her phone from her jacket pocket she taps a button.

                                            >The change of her music can be heard without difficulty in the quite of the hallway.

                                            >The girl you don’t know then turns and walks away.

                                            >You are left all alone.

                                            >Your fingers feel slightly sticky.

                                            >An almost sour smell still lingers where you stand.

                                            >All you can do is stand there and try to think.

                                            "What the fuck just happened?"