2: "Please Taste Them..."
1125 Words
When he arrived at school, he saw Daicy sitting at her desk, leaning forward as if pondering some deep question.
Her school uniform clung to her body, appeared the traces of her tiny vest.
Chris couldn't make out the color, but he already knew the style.
His heart skipped a beat. He walked over to her and took a seat beside her.
Daicy glanced at him briefly, then turned away as if she had no intention of speaking to him, just like usual.
But he couldn't calm down because of the vivid dream he had last night.
After organizing his things, he twirled his pen in his hand, then unconsciously glanced over at her.
Seeing her cheeks reminded him of her rosy face from last night. Seeing her plump lips reminded him of how she cried and pleaded with him not to bite her pink peaches.
And seeing her hands — fair and slender, with clean nails. It was these hands that shyly covered her small peaches those refused to let him see them...
The dream from last night flowed around in his mind. Whenever he looked at Daicy's face, he couldn't help but recall her bashful appearance in his dream.
This fantasizing behavior behind her back made him feel tremendous guilt. Yet the intense conflicting emotions also gave him a pleasure he had never experienced before.
And so, he wanted to see her even more, and it made him feel more guilty. He fell into a never-ending cycle.
He always glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Then he quickly looked away when she looked back at him.
He was used to placing himself in the shadows. Like a predator observing its prey, he was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
On that day, Daicy only said a few short sentences to him until it was almost time to go home. Like "Did you finish the assignment?" "Thank you." "Are you leaving?"
He wasn't satisfied with just that.
So, he deliberately knocked over his pencil box while preparing to leave.
The box fell to the ground. Pens rolled out and scattered in all directions.
Daicy would help him pick them up, of course.
As she bent down, her soft, shiny hair fell over her face.
From this angle, he could see her thick, long eyelashes and pink lips. She furrowed her brows and pressed her lips together, using her fingers to tuck the stray hair behind her ear, revealing her fair and bright face.
At first, Chris was staring at her silk-like hair with soft light, but then he couldn't help but be drawn to the view in the front of her chest.
A girl's school uniform collar usually had three buttons. But that day was hot, she only buttoned one.
Now, her collar fell down as she bent down to pick up the pens, giving him a full view — a clear sight of the tiny vest she was wearing underneath.
It was white with pink trim.
But he preferred the pale yellow one from yesterday.
Taking advantage of her not noticing him, he shamelessly stared at her chest.
Her recently developed breasts sagged slightly, looking a bit bigger than he saw in his wet dream. Her chest was pale and tender, with skin as smooth as milk.
She picked up the pen that had fallen under her chair. There were three in total. Chris had already averted his gaze by the time she picked them up and looked up.
There was a hint of restlessness in his eyes.
She didn't notice. She just handed the three pens to him.
Chris glanced at her and mumbled a “Thank you”. When he reached for the pen, he intentionally moved closer to her hand and finally managed to touch her soft warm hand as he had hoped.
She blinked her eyes, smiled, and said "Not a big deal", then turned around to do her own thing. She didn't think too much about it.
Even though it was already after school, she refused to leave and sat in her seat studying hard.
Chris also didn't leave. He was propping his chin up and watching her with a bored expression as she scratched her head.
If it were someone else working hard but achieving average results, he would definitely silently sneer at that person as a dumbass. But watching Daicy at this moment, he felt that her persistence and effort were somewhat cute.
He knew all the answers to the homework that she didn't figure out.
He thought about helping her. But he didn't know how to approach her. After all, he had never thought about tutoring someone before, let alone taking action.
In the end, time slipped away in silence.
After an hour, she picked up her schoolbag and went home. Before leaving, she whispered goodbye to him who was pretending to read.
Chris didn't know if he was going crazy. He had a wet dream again that night.
He dreamed the scene of her helping him pick up the pens during the day.
He stared at her chest. Then he reached out and went straight through the wide neckline and grabbed her breasts through her underwear.
She screamed in fright and looked at him with a pitiful expression. Her watery eyes made her even more adorable.
He was stubborn and bad by nature. Seeing her pitiful appearance made him rub her peaches even harder.
He pulled her up with one hand and let her sit on his lap. She gasped for breath. Her cheeks flushed. Her body was soft as a marshmallow.
He tore open her collar and ripped off her bra. Seeing those two soft breasts swaying in the air, his breathing became heavier.
Before he could make any moves, Daicy in his dream used both hands to hold up her own soft peaches and brought the trembling tips to his lips.
She sobbed and said, "Please taste them..."
Chris looked at the pink and tender peaches right in front of him, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He suppressed his high desire and hoarsely said, "If I taste yours, will you taste mine?"
Daicy looked at him in confusion, her cheeks flushed and revealing an impatient expression.
In order to make her understand his meaning, Chris rubbed against her with his already hard thingy. She blushed so much that her ears looked like they were about to bleed, and finally, she made a soft "uh" sound.
...
In the end, he tasted her peaches, sucking and biting and crazily until they turned red and swollen. And she was forced to swallow the liquid he shot out, with her lips and chin covered in milky white.
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