Thread: I'll Make You Love Yourself (MoistCake & Herne)

She indeed was watching him, this blatantly blew a hole through her self-hate, that no one would ever want or desire her. The way he so sensually and quite passionately pleasured himself at the thought of her made the girl feel quite special, he could be moaning out anyone's name, but it was hers! She kept felt her eyes trailing from his pleasured form, from those strong thighs, his firm grasp rubbing up and down, wide shoulders, firm chest.. his lovely olive skin, that handsome face.. She always thought he looked younger than he actually was, Kyle had a certain sweet, yet manly charm about him. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, heart pounding, the girl let out a soft sigh, he really thought all those things, listening to his caring voice so sensually mention and call to her, suddenly he seemed more sharp and jerky before a quite powerful load shot out from the tip of his rock hard erection. She stood there long after he'd gone back to washing himself, seeming to still be in absolute shock. She didn't move until he turned off the water, Freya jumped a bit, pulling back and slipping from the changing room and gym as fast as she could - But! She'd left behind her bag, ipad still in had. No, no! Her bag was right beside he, he'd probably heard her rush and fumble from the showerroom like an idiot too! Freya couldn't go back, she ended up running all the way home with his ipad... At least she'd done her home work, but it was in that bag.. Everything was, her cellphone, ipod, study notes to class books she was suppose to be reading. Freya was lounging in her room, in a little white nightie, thin straps, coming up only to her mid-thigh, no bra.. A towel around her neck as she stared at the ipod on her desk worrying herself sick about the whole ordeal, will he think she's a creep? Not like her anymore? What if she got expelled for this? That didn't matter so much, the thought of him looking at her with disgust made her heart pang with guilt.. Laying back against the abundance of pillows at the head of her bed and let her slender fingers slide up the fabric of the silky white night gown, no panties to be found, a little tuft of dark hair just above the sweet pink folds, her soft mound plump, she pushed between the soft skin, pressing her fingers against her moist clit. Starting to rub and circle the sensitive little nub, imagining his strong hands all over his, how his lips might feel against hers.. Freya found herself sighing in delight at the thought of him, imagining joining him in the wet shower, pressing against his tall strong body, how his thicker fingers might feel rubbing and plunging into her tight virgin pussy.. At that thought she let her finger tip slide in while rolling and rubbing her clit. Kyle.. Oh.. I wonder what you'd feel like inside me.. She sighed, pumping her finger in and out, rolling her hips, from thoughts of him grabbing and pulling her close, putting on a show for her like he did, rubbing and stroking himself just for her.. To looming over the girl, those hands gripping her thighs, pushing and spreading her out with that thick, impressive erection.. Those soft eyes looking down to her with lust and gentleness he always possessed, she wanted so badly to feel his touch.. Imagining her finger as his thickness, rubbing, pumping, massaging her soft wet pussy until she was shaking and shivering with delight, tensing, pushing her hips up firmly.. Oh! Kyle! She gasped, shaking and shivering, falling back against the bed. As she cooled down the girl was filled with a sense of dread, should she talk to him, well, she had too! What on earth would the girl say, curled up perplexed by such things, she found herself dozing off. It was hard to sleep it seemed, she awoke earlier enough to get ready and make it to school well before any bells were suppose to ring. She knew he had to come earlier than the students to do paperwork and things, she knew he'd be in his office. Today, because it was hotter the girl was wearing a dress. The top was a bit lacy, it had little sleeves and was a low scoop neckline, just above her abundant cleavage but not enough to hid a little hint of it. A band around her smaller waist, those perk, plump breasts pushing against the fabric of the dress firmly, from her waist free flowing white fabric down to her mid-thigh, black stockings reaching her knees, some blue sneakers on her feet. Over top she wore a jean jacket which the sleeves only reached her elbows.. Maybe she dressed a bit prettier today for him, maybe she was just nervous so wanted to look the best she could be.. In the prettiest dress she had. Her long dark hair drawn up into a loose braid over one of her shoulders, those same oval glasses perched on her nose. She arrived at the office and the receptionist gave her a surprised look, You look really cute today Freya, here to see Kyle? Go right in, he just arrived! She nodded with a small smile, O..Oh thanks. You look beautiful as always. The receptionist grinned sheepishly back at the girl as she passed to reach his door. Opening it, the girl peeked in, Uh..Ky..Kyle? She stuttered out, slipping in and closing the door behind her. She walked up and offered his ipad on the table. ..I'm sorry. She blurted out, staring up to the man with a flushed face, I just wanted to return this.. I.. I heard.. and saw everything.. I even left my bag like an idiot.. I'm so sorry.. She reached into her backpack she brought in place of the one she left in the locker room, pulling out a batch of cookies in a tin. I know it isn't much but.. I..I made these for you.. I'm so sorry I just watched like that! Please don't think I'm a creep! her eyes were shut closed, arms thrust forward offering the goodies. It was known by many that she was great at cooking, lots teased her that she was just a big fattie because of her great interest in food.. After all Freya did dream of becoming a chief or a baker in the future..