Chapter 1
"Gage!"I pull up into the driveway beside Gage Hyde who was just walking his way to his home.
I take a moment to stare at his loose shirt which exposes the outline of his muscular body as the wind flys by.
He jerks his head up asking 'what'.
"Need a ride?"
He makes a face as he walks away adjusting his backpack.
Fuck he's hot.
I speed past him driving back home.
At every red light i patted the wet patch that was caused because of him.
I look down and the image of him eating me out is completely vivid.
The sounds of my moans filling the room as he pleasures me with just his mouth was making me moan in ecstasy.
I get startled from the honking from the cars behind me.
Shit green light.
I remove my hand from my pants and continue on my way.
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"Need a ride Gage?"
This time he sloppily turns this head around lifting up his bucket hat.
No' He mouths jogging away from me.
It's the morning why's he so gloomy?
Won't even talk...
I once again drive off this time arriving to the college.
I hop off the car.
Lift my skirt up a bit and loosen my bra hoping gage would take a glance.
God I just want him in me.
Fucking me.
My shoes tap on the wooden floor of the college hallways.
As I walk into my first class greeted by the professors pleasant smile.
At least someone's happy to see me.
Finally.
The only class I have with Gage.
I hope to get a seat beside him.
I watch him as he sat down removing his book and scrolling through his phone.
Just as I was about to approach the man, another red headed guy slips beside him, "Gage!" He brings his hand out for a hug.
Gage easily gives into the huh and I watch as the two grown men hug each other as if they haven't met for centuries.
Did Gage have to sit at the top and on the first seat?
He really gives me no chance.
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I dump my bags next to the flower pot and plop down on the sofa with my legs spread open.
I open the buttons of my jeans and slip my hands in my pink laced underwear which I wore expecting something to happened between me and Gage.
"Just when?
Just when!
Just when will he get with me.
He doesn't even speak a word to me."
I play with the wetness of my pussy.
Slowly starting to rub it, I close my eyes imagining him jerking off on me as he comes in my mouth.
The feels of the strech Im going to face when he enters me.
I moan out from pure pleasure of my fingers moving in and out of me.
I remove my digits from me and stare at the glistening of my liquids on my fingers as it drips down from my fingers to my wrist.
Was I really that wet for Gage Hyde?
"Gag-"
"No." He says stopping abruptly to bend down to my car window and flatly decline.
Baby steps...
He said a word to me.
He's wearing not too loose clothes.
A checkered fila sweater with a back turtleneck and black sweatpants.
Still attractive as fuck.
But...I think he noticed.
That deep raspy morning voice!
Another cum factor!
Yes, my fantasy continues as I drive away.
Arriving at the school I get down and hop my way towards class.
My friends? they don't come to college often so I'm most of the time lonely.
Once again its that one time of the day I get to be around Gage.
I walk into the class this time without any expectation of being around him.
I'm honestly getting bored of him now.
He's completely ghosting me.
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"Gage.
Need a fucking ride?"
"Nope." He walks away once again ghosting me.
This time he didn't even look at me.
Just a plain no.
I swear after he was leaving I saw him flash a small smile.
Like I seriously got a glimpse of him smirking.
I drive home but this time a little in daze.
Almost getting run over...
Plopping down on my bed facing the ceiling I start to picture the smirk once again.
Was it a smirk?
Or was it a face of annoyance?
Sliding my hands into my skirt making circles on my clit.
"Did I really make him get attached to seeing me every.
Fucking.
Day?"
I insert a finger in opening my legs up.
"Does Gage Hyde?
Really give a shit about me?"
Soft moans escape from my mouth.
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I drive past the sidewalk he always walked from but today he wasn't there.
Did he take a car?
Or a ride?
Or did he leave early today?
I shrug and drive away.
Walking into my 3rd and last class for the day which was with Gage I peek inside.
He's sitting with the cherry head again.
No!
Mia you promised yourself!
I sit in front of Gage and cherry head.
The professor is passing out the assignments which I had completely aced in...Maybe.
As he gets to my roll number he raises his eyebrows.
"Mia?
Please come up here to the podium."
I stand up confidently walking towards the podium.
"Sir?"
"Mia.
I need you to borrow Gage's notes."
"Why is that sir?" I ask him.
Fuck I shouldn't have said anything!
"You've failed." He hands me my paper with a sarcastic smile.
I turn around and sloppily walk back to my seat.
Gage's gaze follows me as I stupidly walk up the stairs.
"Need my notes failure?" He taunts me bringing his notepad in front of my face.
I roll my eyes and snatch the notes from him and scoff as I take my seat.
Well I at least got some excuse to talk to Gage Hyde.
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Well I thought so.
Gage didn't even speak to me.
Since the past 3 Days Gage left his notes in my locker.
Not even handing them to me.
I didn't even see him walk to college nor walk back to his house.
I just sat in front of him during class...
Didn't even feel horny that often to be honest.
Until today.
I had class with him again.
And I wanted to give him a little show.
I sat beside him today replacing the cherry head.
As he walked in I could see cherry heads pout.
He mouthed 'Gage...' as Gage looked to his side.
"What?" I ask him.
He just nods his head 'no' and goes back to doing whatever he was doing.
The whole class just finished in a flash.
I got to do nothing.
The wet patch in my panties started to seap through with the thought of him finger fucking me during class.
Gage tosses his notes on top of my notes and sticks a sticky note on the book.
"Not now." He says as I was about to pick up the folded paper.
He leaves as the cherry head flings his arm around his neck.
I sit there puzzled.
I notice how my jeans had been stained with my liquids.
Did I come that much just sitting beside him?
Upon my arrival at my house I sat down shakily expecting something mean from the sticky note.
I didn't want him saying something fucking rude to me.
I open up the note.
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ℎ ℎ?
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I stare at the writing on the note.
"What?" I gasp feeling my face get hot.
Wait he noticed?
Ugh!
I'm so fucking embarrassed.
But glad he noticed how wet I get for him...
skirt?
I guess I can play along in a game...