Late Afternoon Tryst

AN: GG and their characters aren't mine. Just borrowing them. This fic is a bit AU.


Late Afternoon Tryst

Rory slowly trudged down the empty hallway, the squeak of her shoes echoing through the empty corridors of Chilton. Paris had called a meeting for the Franklin. It was already 5:30 and everyone had gone home. She forgot her book in Math in their classroom and she excused herself to get it. She shrieked when somebody grabbed her hand and pulled her inside a vacant classroom.

She instantly knew that it was Tristan the moment he hauled her against him. It was the way her body reacted when he was near. She felt a tingle down her spine when she felt her boyfriend put his arms around her and started nuzzling the side of her neck.

“Hey, Mary,” he whispered huskily.

She smiled, twining her arms around his neck. “Mmm… Hey, Bibleboy. Miss me already?”

“You have no idea, Mare. I miss seeing your beautiful smile and your pretty eyes…” he whispered.

Rory snorted. “That was cheesy, DuGrey. What are you still doing here?”

“Waiting for you. I thought I could give you a ride home.”

Rory raised an eyebrow. “Really?” But she already knew he also wanted to do something else. The evidence was pressing against her belly. She wanted him as well.

“Um hmm.” He lowered his head to nuzzle her ear this time. He knew how sensitive they were. He darted out his tongue and ran his tongue along the outer shell. He smiled evilly when he felt her shudder. He took the lobe in his mouth then sucked it gently.

Rory shivered as Tristan’s breath tickled her. Damn him. He knew exactly what to do to turn her on.

“I really missed you, Rory,” he whispered. “I miss your taste, salty and sweet at the same time. I miss the feel of your tight walls squeezing me,” he said huskily as he continued to play with her ear.

“Tris…” she moaned as she circled her hips against him. She could feel his hardness pressing against hers and moisture began to gather in between her legs.

“You know what I did last night after we put the phone down?” he asked.

“What?” she whispered.

“I kept thinking about your voice and how sexy it was. I was so hard that I couldn’t sleep. So what I did was took off my boxers and lied down on my bed. I started playing with my balls, thinking it was your hand touching me,” he said, his hands starting to roam her body.

“Then I started pumping my dick. I though about you, licking me and sucking me with your pretty little mouth. And finally, I came. It felt so good that I had to bury my face in my pillow to keep from screaming your name.” He continued. “But I would have loved to have your panties in my mouth. That way I could taste you as I come.

Rory’s breath hitched at his graphic narrative. She imagined watching him while he stroked and played with himself. She gasped at the naughty thoughts that crossed her mind. She wanted to watch. The thought of doing that excited her.

Tristan smirked. He took her hand and pulled her towards the teacher’s desk. “Tris,” Rory started and but he cut her off. “Shhh… it’s all right,” he said and leaned down to kiss her. His tongue tentatively touched her lips and she opened them to give him access.

Rory’s mind was blank. Not completely devoid of any thought but everything seemed to be focused on the kiss. She tasted the hot cavern of his mouth. He always tasted delicious, a combination if mint and chocolate. She pulled the hem of his shirt from his pants and slipped her hands inside. She started exploring the muscles on his back and stomach. His skin was hot and tight. Her thumb circled his belly button.

Tristan’s hands were doing some wandering of their own. His hands drifted down her back until they were cupping her sweet butt. He gave them a gentle squeeze and he earned a groan from her. He shifted his hands to her hips then lifted her on top of the teacher’s desk. Her back faced the blackboard. Tristan settled himself in between her spread legs “You know what one of my fantasies are?” he asked huskily. He pulled her shoes off, then her socks, throwing them over his shoulder.

“What?” she asked. She let out a soft sigh as she felt him briefly massage her feet.

“I imagined taking you here in Medina’s classroom while everyone watched,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Rory gasped. “Tristan!” But she didn’t think anymore as he started to undo the buttons on her blouse.

Tristan smirked. “But we can do it while no one’s here,” he said. He kissed the newly exposed spots as he unfastened each of them. He pushed the shirt from her shoulders and let it fall behind her. He nipped at her smooth shoulder. He loved how her skin felt against his lips. He trailed kissed down to the tops of her breast.

Rory looked at him as he moved away. He undid the front clasps of her bra and he stared at her. He had seen them before but his reaction was as if they were seeing them for the first time. She was surprised at the intensity of his gaze as their eyes met.

Tristan started at his girlfriend’s creamy breasts. He looked at her and slowly lowered his mouth to kiss the right mound while he caressed the other with his hand.

Rory felt a tug low in her belly as he started to suck on her nipple. She threaded her fingers through his blond head and held him in place while her back arched, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.

Tristan’s thumb fondled her nipples, pinching them with his thumb and forefinger. He replaced his hand with his mouth on the other breast, laving it with the same attention. He sucked while he pulled his mouth away with a pop.

Rory trembled as the air touched her wet nipples. Her body was flushed and her breathing was heavy. “Tris! You have to many clothes!” she panted as she pushed his Chilton jacket off his broad shoulders. She successfully untied the knot of his tie but let a frustrated growl when she couldn’t undo the first button on his shirt.

“Slow down, Mary,” he said, trying to help her undress him. But she slapped his hand away and continued to do her task. Rory gave a cry of delight as the last button finally popped free. She ran her hands up his chest, feeling his muscles twitch at the contact. His torso was beautiful. His stomach was hard and his chest sculpted.

Rory pulled him to her for another kiss. They were breathless and she drew back to trail her lips down to his chin. The rough stubbles scratched and tickled her lips. She continued her follow a path until she reached his neck. She planted her mouth on the sensitive skin where it met his shoulder and sucked. She licked his skin, soothing the area where she had marked him. She started to feel confident when she heard his moan of approval.

Tristan’s hands worked their way under her skirt, stroking her thighs. Her skin was smooth and silky, like a baby’s. He could feel Rory’s hot breath on his neck. Slowly, he ran them up until they reached the edges of her panties. He moved a hand toward the center until he finally reached her core. Oh fuck! She was soaking.

Rory held on to his shoulders as Tristan played with her through the fabric of her underwear. She felt him rub harder. “Tristan, please!” she cried.

Tristan knew what she wanted. He held her in place while grabbed the crotch. He gave a hard tug and the panties ripped, causing her to pant. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he whispered.

At that moment, Rory didn’t care about her damn panties. All her attention was centered on the pleasure he was giving her. Her hips bucked and she let out a silent scream as he inserted two fingers into her tight sheath.

Her groin throbbed. She wanted to touch him, to feel him. Her hands worked on Tristan’s pants, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. Once she had the zipper all the way down, she yanked on his boxers until he sprang free. She curled her fingers around his thick shaft and gently squeezed.

Tristan hissed at the contact. He crooked his fingers in a “come hither” motion, and felt a rush of triumph as she heard Rory whimper. He then started to caress the nub with his thumb, first with light strokes then with more intensity, while he thrust his fingers in and out of her. His fingers worked in tandem with her hand as they gave each other pleasure.

“Ror, no… wait!” he gasped as he pulled away from her touch. His body was taut with need but he wanted to do something first. He kissed her forehead as a look of worry crossed her features. “It’s ok,” he whispered. He turned and dragged the nearest student desk toward them, angling it so that the table was facing the wall on the side. He lowered himself on the seat so he was eye level with her curls.

Rory watched as he placed her right foot on his table while he placed the other foot on the backrest. She was fully exposed to him and she was starting to feel embarrassed. She wanted to cover her face but the look on Tristan’s face changed her mind. Pure lust was written in his eyes.

Tristan drew her bottom to the edge of the desk, lifted her skirt out of the way. He could see everything. Gods! She was beautiful. Her curls hid the pink flesh that he ached to taste.

He looked at Rory and gave her a smirk. “Yum! Early dinner!” he whispered as his mouth descended to her wet center. She smelled like Ivory soap and she tasted something else that was uniquely Rory. The taste of her arousal caused him to harden even more. He ran her tongue along her nether lips, carefully avoiding the place where she wanted to be touched the most.

Rory’s hips moved on their own volition, wanting more of the magic Tristan was doing. She placed her hand on his blond head, urging him for more. She could feel her muscles coiling as the tension built higher.

Tristan used his fingers to open her lips wider and continued to assault her. He could hear her staccato sighs as he kept up with his pattern, sucking and licking, thrusting and circling.

“Tristan, please. Please. More. I need…” Rory begged.

Tristan finally took pity on her and finally drew her clit into his mouth. He sucked gently, then harder.

“Oh God! Tristan!” The coil finally snapped and Rory let out a scream as the first waves of orgasm hit her, her wetness flooding over his tongue.

Tristan gave a final kiss to her cleft and stood up. He pushed the now vacant chair back to give him more space to move. He cradled Rory in her chest as she panted heavily and waited until she regained her breath.

Rory kissed him, tasting her essence that lingered in his mouth. She reached out in between them and took him in her hand. She giggled with female delight when she heard him groan her name. He grabbed his wallet from and took a condom. Rory plucked it from his fingers and with ease, she rolled the rubber into place.

She situated the tip of his manhood against her silky wetness and rubbed it against herself. “Rory,” Tristan gasped as he pushed his hips forward. She was tight, wet and hot and she encompassed his shaft. He thrust inside her until he was buried to the hilt.

The throbbing in between Rory’s legs intensified threefold. He was thick and she could feel every inch of him inside her. She twined her legs around him, trying to pull him deeper into her.

Tristan gasped with every movement Rory made. Her walls squeezing him felt delicious. He placed his hands on her hips and started to move in and out of her in a rhythm that was old as time.

Suddenly, voices from outside the room could be heard. There were at least two of them. “Where the hell is Rory? She told me she would only take a minute to get her damn book!” somebody snapped. Paris.

But Tristan didn’t stop moving. He buried his face in her hair. “Oohh… Paris is looking for you.”

Rory’s eyes widened. She couldn’t let Paris see them like this. “Tristan,” she whispered frantically. Her heart pounded in her ears. “You didn’t lock the door?”

Tristan shook his head.

“What?” Rory whispered loudly.

Tristan grinned and shifted his hips, altering the angle of his thrusts. He watched as Rory bit her lip to keep from screaming. “Come on, Rory. You like it, ” he said choppily.

“Rory? Rory!” Paris yelled. They could hear her checking every classroom with every bang of the door. She was getting closer and closer.

Rory gasped and her breath hitched. Tristan smiled naughtily. He knew the idea of being caught was exciting her. “She’s getting nearer, Ror.”

“Tris, please… please…” Rory pleaded. She didn’t know if she was begging him to stop of go faster.

“Rory? Where are you? I have no time to play hide and seek so you better come to the Franklin room!” Paris’ voice got louder as she neared their classroom.

Tristan refused to move faster. He kept his rhythm, letting it build slowly. “Just a little more…” he whispered to her ear.

Rory buried her face in Tristan's neck to muffle her voice. "Oh God! Faster! Please, faster..." she panted with every thrust of Tristan's hips.

Trisan took pity on her complied. He slammed himself into her, harder and faster.

"When I see that girl, I can finally kill her!"

Tristan licked his thumb and reached between them to press it against her ultra-sensitive nub. He knew she was about to come when he felt her starting to grip him. With one final surge of his hips, Tristan felt his body's release.

"Rory!" The doorknob rattled, as if someone was trying to open the door. "Are you in here?"

Rory let go and let the pleasure take over her. Tristan pressed his mouth against her's to bury her scream in his kiss while she continued to milk him.

They fell into each other, exhausted. A thin film of sweat covered their bodies. They couldn’t hear anything but the hum of their pleasure.

“You told me the door wasn’t locked!” Rory growled.

Tristan kissed her lips. “I lied.”

Rory smacked him on his chest and giggled. They knew Paris was gone when they hear her stomp down the corridor toward the direction of the Franklin office.

They dressed quickly. “So, I’ll take you home later? Tristan asked.

Rory grinned. “As long as we fulfill my fantasy next time.”


END