Laura Clarke
“Hi, Laura”
One of Laura's classmates shouted over just as she was pinning the details of the after-school debate meeting times and topics to the student notice board. She didn’t know the girl well but knew that her name was Kate.
“Hi Kate,” she said, before quickly going back to face the board.
Laura hoped the younger girl wouldn’t stop for a chat. Part of the problem with running after-school clubs was that people thought you should talk to them outside the clubs as well.
Laura managed the club with the foresight that it would enhance her college application.
Although she was still unsure whether she would follow her dad into politics (in his case, local politics) or her mother into journalism (covering local news), she knew she was determined to elevate her career beyond what her parents had achieved.
She grabbed her bag and jacket from the floor before turning to go to her first class after lunch break.
Laura jumped, startled because she wasn’t alone like she had thought.
“Hello,” she said out of pure reaction. He was too close for comfort.
Laura knew his name was Jamie. She couldn't recall having spoken to him before, at least not to her recollection. His presence always seemed to be lingering somewhere nearby, yet he managed to remain unnoticed by most people.
She hadn't really expected a response and had already begun to manoeuvre around him when he spoke up. He simply nodded his head, saying, "Ballsy, debating." He said while nodding towards the notice board.
She stopped even though he never made further conversation. Laura was fantastic at reading people. Body language, tone, choice of words, even at nineteen, she was gifted with the ability and it had served her well. He had her puzzled. She had thought of him before as short on confidence and lacking social skills. He seemed confident now, smug even.
Laura found herself re-evaluating him. It was the shortness of the response, either because he was nervous about talking and wanted to keep the conversation to a minimum or that he felt confident enough to speak to her.
He had said it so confidently, so she aired on the side that it was the latter and that interested her. She eyed him up and down with more appreciation before having it confirmed from the confidence in his posture that it had been the latter.
Barely above a whisper he said "I know, Ballsy to just approach you like this, so forward but it is rather attractive, I mean, you just simply appreciate it and of course, it’s so Ballsy, it’s the biggest turn-on, EVER".
He had approached her with such confidence that she couldn't help but be captivated by him. The intensity of his aura made her momentarily forget about her upcoming class.
Laura gradually felt her muscles relax, and her body language softened. Her initial tension seemed to dissipate as she became more comfortable in his presence. In an effort to further accentuate her femininity and allure, she gently ran her fingers through her golden tresses, brushing them away from her forehead and allowing them to cascade down her neck and shoulders. The sensation of her thick mane moving from one side of her body to another provided a sense of release and liberation. It was almost as if she were shedding some invisible burden that had been weighing on her mind and spirit.
He remained as he was, confident and still.
“All cool” She tried not to cringe at her choice of phrase, but the inquiry had served its purpose and given her an opportunity for further conversation and, more importantly, visual interaction. Since he had made the first approach she figured she owed him, but more than that, she needed to reward him for being so ballsy about it.
He looked into her eyes and then back to the board. “Yea, all cool.”
‘I’m an idiot,’ she thought. 'He wasn’t approaching me, he was looking at the notice board. I was just in the way.'
In an instant, she found herself overcome by a sudden wave of self-doubt and apprehension. It felt as if her usually steady composure had been shaken, leaving her feeling unsure and uneasy. This unexpected transformation within her took her aback, yet at the same time, it appeared to have a profound effect on her for a completely different reason. Jamie also seemed to have become increasingly more assertive and confident. To her surprise, these traits only served to enhance him, making him more attractive.
He stepped towards the board while reading the notices. Instead of taking her leave, she found herself wanting to engage more; she stepped beside him.
“Looking for anything in particular?” she said, her words far more measured this time.
He shrugged, dismissing the question.
‘God, this guy has balls to ignore me like this,’ she thought.
“How about this?” She purposely and impressively leaned against him before pointing to the notice she had just put up.
“Debate,” he said as he looked at her. Her pulse quickened. Then he looked back at the notice. “That’s your club, isn’t it? Not really my thing, to be honest”.
‘Ok, so he isn’t into debate, but at least I have him talking,’ she thought, feeling she had achieved something.
“Yes, I run it. What are you into, then?” she asked.
He smiled. “It’s more a question of who I would like to get into”.
No mistaking the innuendo. She shot back, “The question was, what are you into?” She admitted his bravado, during the school day, worryingly excited her, and she hoped he would press on.
“I know,” he chuckled, casting an amused glance at her. "But being so Ballsy like that really turns girls on. Really, really turns them on for that guy and him alone".
“You should come along with me, after school,” she said with a little bit more enthusiasm than she would have liked, the thought of how sexy he was running around her thoughts scattered brain.
"Just so your mouth can engage in an act of fellatio upon my penis?" His smile grew wider as he continued, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Attempting to sound offended, her demeanour betrayed her. "I have a boyfriend," she declared, trying her best to assert herself as uninterested. But deep down, she couldn't help but revel in his bold advances. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her heart raced at the thought of what might transpire between them. She found herself unable to resist the allure of his confident mannerisms and undeniable charm.
“It wasn’t him I wanted to suck me off,” he joked. His ability to joke and shrug off her reprimand excited her more.
With confidence now showing through, he reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist with his hand settling on her hip.
She found herself wanting more, right in the hallway.
“Mr Goldsmith.”
They both spun around and found they were now sharing the hallway with Mr Brown, head of science.
“I’m sure Miss Clarke doesn’t appreciate your forwardness,” Mrs Brown scalded.
Laura wanted to disagree with the teacher, but Jamie’s hand had dropped from her hip. He seemed like he was taking this telling off seriously, so she decided to keep quiet even though she missed where his hand had been.
“Shouldn’t you both be getting to class?” the teacher said.
Jamie walked away without another word and left Laura rather frustrated in the hallway.
“You too, Laura,” Mrs Brown said, turning her attention the Laura.
She nodded and headed for her next class.
Laura sat all through Miss Adkins' class, not once paying attention to anything that went on, her thoughts replayed the hallway scene in her head over and over.
She wondered what might have happened if they hadn’t been disturbed. Would she have let Jamie’s advances lead to anything? The question burned inside her; would she have cheated on her boyfriend? Would she have done it in school? She knew what reputations those types of girls had.
During her second class after the event, she sat in Mr Rasheed’s business class and, just as in the previous class, she sat thinking about Jamie and what could have happened. His touch on her hip was his signal he wanted her. Her hand slipped below the desk and under her skirt. She found her pants were soaked as she snaked past them and pressed into her pussy while thinking about him.
Her slender fingers moved gracefully downwards, following the gentle slope of her pleated skirt as she reached towards the hemline, slowly, the fabric that had been tucked beneath the hem of her skirt began to creep higher, gradually her fingers rose, tracing a direct path upwards along her inner thighs.
She felt an unmistakable wetness and warmth seeping through her cotton pants, slowly spreading her thighs as she navigated inside her soaked panties, snaking her fingers past them and slowly pressing into her pussy.
She couldn't help but feel that her desires were as clear as crystal. It seemed like a no-brainer to her that he must be aware of how much she desired his touch, his embrace, his lips upon hers. He had been so bold, so brazen, as he spoke to her. The fact that she hadn't outright confessed her feelings didn't mean they weren't evident. Despite all these thoughts running through her mind, she still found herself questioning whether she had indeed conveyed her longings effectively enough. She should have kissed him she thought.
Laura pushed her fingers deeper inside herself. She dared herself on, giving the odd nervous glance around her surroundings.
Laura found herself struggling with mobility, due to her seating position at her desk. The restricted area between her upper thigh and the bottom part of the desk presented an obstacle that hindered her attempts to achieve ease of motion. Despite these challenges, she persevered. She continued working diligently, focusing on completing tasks and overcoming the physical limitations imposed by her current situation but she was becoming frustrated by it.
Laura took her hand out from the desk and raised it. Her fingers glistened under the classroom light.
“Sir, I need to use the bathroom,” she said.
She gathered her stuff and left, not waiting for her teacher’s response.
She hastily crossed the hallway and into the girls' toilets. As assumed, the toilet was clear and all cubicles were vacant. She hurriedly stepped into the first one in the row and dropped her stuff on the floor; she cared little if it was clean or not. Her pants were at her ankles right after, and she sat on the edge of the pan and busied her hand between her legs. Her other hand held her skirt up, so she could massage her pussy unobstructed.
