Kayla smiled widely.
"You like me?"
Michael quickly retreated. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
There was no way she was going to let this moment fizzle away. She made sure to keep him exactly where he was in his thoughts.
"No, I'm glad you said it. Why haven't you told me before? We've hung out so many times."
"I guess I was just...nervous," said Michael, rubbing the back of his neck making sure to avoid eye contact with Kayla. He went back and sat down at the desk and aimlessly pulled a book back in front of him.
Kayla knew he wasn't reading anything; he was much too anxious by the look on his face. It was incredibly cute to her. The twing in her gut only intensified and she knew it was time to chase down the feeling.
"Were you just waiting for me to make the first move?" she asked.
"I guess." He still wasn't looking her way even as she stood up and walked to the wall behind him.
"You know, traditionally, it's the guy who's supposed to."
"I know," he retorted almost immediately, "which is so stupid! I mean...I don't know. What if the guy is shy? And what if she doesn't like me back? That would be so humiliating. This is humiliating."
Kayla knew as well as anyone that half the girls about to graduate with Michael were into him; gossip spreads. They too were probably fantasizing about sneaking off into the back room away from all the parents and professors and undressing Michael except for his cap and gown, taking charge by sitting him down and pulling his gown up and to the side to reveal a hard, hot cock, mounting him and having sex in their cap and gowns, nothing else.
"You have nothing to be humiliated about," she reassured him.
Michael finally turned around, and when he did, his mouth dropped open. In the time he hadn't been looking, Kayla had let her naughty desires take complete control of her. Michael examined the scene as his focus made its way towards her, following the trail she had left for his astonished eyes. Her crumpled shorts were right by his feet. Next in line, her shirt, thrown to the opposite side. Her socks were even off her feet and laying on the floor close to her, showcasing two petite sets of pretty pink painted toes, something she had also done earlier just for Michael. As his eyes finally settled on the main exhibit, he really started to understand the depth of the situation. There stood a beautiful, sexy woman in all her feminine beauty, completely nude from head to toe. Lacy pink panties twirled around Kayla's finger, a devious smile on her face.
Silence permeated through the room for nearly half a minute. In that time, Kayla's pussy juice began to overflow from her folds and drip an inch down her left thigh. Just knowing that she was on full display, right now, for the guy she had been hot for so long - it sent a wave of naughtiness through her body, forcing a shiver down her spine.
"Well?" she finally said.
"Kayla..."
"Yes?" she asked quickly, being sure to keep this from derailing, ensuring Michael would have to reveal exactly what was going through his head before he had a chance to second guess himself.