Part 23
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She flips her hair and turns her back to him, doing her best to focus on the film. Slowly, she feels Mirza maneuver his hands below her mop of hair, and start giving her a massage.
Holy, what is he… damn, that feels so…
Her thoughts turn to mush, his warm hands finding just the right spots to release the tension. She reaches backward with her right hand, and find his crotch. Mirza’s voice turns hoarse.
“ Farmgirl, what are you doing? “
“ Do you want me to stop? “
A strangled moan escapes Mirza’s lips. He grunts and shakes his head. She keeps massaging his crotch, while his hand slowly dips beneath her shirt. She whispers to him.
“ Mirza, I think we should stop. Someone will see if we keep going “
“ We’re just two friends, giving each other a massage. No one will begrudge us, farm girl “
She has acutely aware of several students starting to notice her and Mirza.
“ No, really. We should stop “
Mirza’s breathing is ragged, his hand trailing goosebumps across her bare skin. She whispers in an anxious tone. “ This can’t happen. Not here “
Mirza stiffens, but he knows she has right. Without responding, he walks back to his seat. She passes the rest of the class in a daze. When the bell rings, she makes her way to the exit.
“ Where do you think you’re going? “
“ To my next class? I’m already late “
“ I’ll talk to whoever her teacher is. Come here, Kirania “
“ I didn’t hear please “ Mirza starts to respond, but then notices the students passing. He waits until the room is empty.
“ I’m closing the door “
“ What if I want the door open? “
“ Trust me, farm girl. You don’t “
Mirza shuts the classroom door. “ Mirza… what are you planning to do? “
Mirza runs his eyes up and down her body. She shivers in anticipation. “ Many things, but first… sit “
“ Please “
“ Sit, please “
“ Fine “
She takes a seat on her chair, keeping her expression purposefully blank. “ I need you to do me a favor”
“ I won’t have s*x with you “
“ I deserved that “
“ And more “
“ Hmm. Care to punish me? “
“ With what? “
“ My hand.. or something else? “
He winks at Kirania. Her cheeks are on fire. “ How bad do you want an A? “
“ Not bad enough to see you naked “
“ Who said anything about me? “
Before she can respond, or even react, Mirza leans over to kiss her.
His lips press against hers with urgency, his gasps mingling into her breathless moans.
“ An A, it is. Maybe even an A+ “ her whole body feels like it’s on fire.
“ Mirza… I want to earn my A “ his lips move over to earlobe, nipping at it.
“ You’re the best student in this class by a country mile. You’ve more than earned it “
His lips move back to her face. Kissing her nose. Her eyelids. Her cheeks.
“ Plus. We need you to keep that scholarship. Can’t have you running off to another school “
“ Maybe it should. To teach you a lesson “
“ Mmm. I know a lesson I’d like to teach you “
And then, just as suddenly, he leans away. Leaving her hungry for more.
“ You should go. I’ll see you at lunch? “ his voice sounds almost insecure. She nod.
But as she does, Mirza’s expression suddenly turns somber. “ What’s wrong? “
Uncharacteristically stiff and serious, he nods at her Grandma’s necklace on her neck.
“ What’s wrong with it? “
“ Don’t wear expensive jewelry during the school day. I’d hate to see you lose something important “
“ Mirza, it’s my Grandma necklace “
“ Please, Kirania. That’s something even my money can’t replace “
“ Yeah. I guess you’re right “
Mirza appears relieved that she has not put up a fight. He quickly dips his head and gives her forehead a light peck.
“ Have a good day, Kirania. Stay out of trouble “
He turns back to his papers. Nostrils flared, she grabs the classroom door and flings it open.
He’s always speaking in riddles, that one.
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- Writer
