Momentum

The school cafeteria hummed with it's usual afternoon noise, trays, utensils, laughter cutting through conversation, the smell of food hanging in the warm air. He stood just outside it all, watching her from a distance the way he always did. Quietly. Carefully. Like she was something that could disappear if he looked too long.

He had practiced it multiple times, more like a hundred or so. In the shower, on the walk to school, in the margins of notebooks he'd never show anyone, in the lines between his journals, he should've expected it to be easy by now.

But it wasn't

But he still moved, crossing the distance between them before the smarter part of his brain could stop him.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?"

She looked up from her phone, blinking once. Something unreadable passed across her face. "Sure." she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she was 3 years older than him.

They stepped aside, away from the current of students. He could feel his pulse in his throat.

"I have liked you for a very long time."

The words landed quietly without other gestures involved, his voice calm, yet his eyes lied, he was flustered as fuck. Though it's the truth, plain and tired and finally out of him. He was able to muster up every courage he has to have the balls to confess though.

She went still. Her eyes dropped to the floor, and in that small silence he already knew. He had always expected it, maybe. He just needed to hear it.

"I'm sorry," she said finally, and she meant it,he could tell she meant it, which almost made it worse. "I don't.. I don't feel that way about you. In fact, I like someone else."

He nodded. Slowly. He had expected this, “Fuck.” he thought, his other hand gently finding it's way onto his chest, he looked down. He had expected it and yet he was still this hurt.

"I know," he said. "I just needed to say it. I really appreciate it."

She looked at him then really looked with something close to guilt, close to pity, but not quite either. He wasn't so sure either, maybe it was the better response out of everything he could receive. "You're a good person." she added quietly, like it was something she felt she owed him.

He almost smiled, although it never reached anywhere else.

“It's okay," he said. "Really."

But as he walked away, back into the noise and the crowd and the ordinary cruelty of a Tuesday afternoon, he understood something he hadn't before. That saying it out loud didn't set you free the way people said it would. It just made it real. It just made it something that had actually happened, that she now carried too, that neither of them could take back.

He had liked her for a very long time.

And now she knew.

Although not a single thing had change, he was thankful that he was able to confess still. Maybe it was because of his below average looks, maybe it was because he's a nobody who simply confessed because he was a creep to notice her and learn about every other thing about her each time he sees her.

“It's just a small crush.” He thought, a small laugh escaping his lips, betraying the small tear in his eye.

He woke up.

“Ah fuck, it's that time again.” He groaned as he slowly lifted up his body from his bed. He kept dreaming of the girl he once liked, he's now laughing and joking about it sometimes now. “But hey, some say dreams foretell futures.”

He had bed women in the past, even now. Of course it was his job, it was the only thing he was ever good at.

He stood up, walking straight to the kitchen to make coffee, before suddenly turning his head to the wall in the other side to see Karina leaning beside the wall, supporting her body, still half-asleep, wearing an oversized loose shirt that complimented her curves with only an underwear underneath.

“Good morning.” She said

“Good morning, senorita.” He playfully joked, earning a nudge from behind only for him to laugh even more.

“Coffee?”

“Sure.”

They were sitting at the wide table in the dining area when Karina suddenly asks him about his life, resting her chin on her soft hands, eyes looking at him with a glint of curiosity and amusement.

“So, how did you get your job?”

"Some agency reached out. Said the pay was good, flexible hours, the whole pitch." A small pause. "I needed the money, so I didn't ask too many questions."

She hummed softly, turning that over. "Just like that?"

"Just like that." He said.

“And that's how I got to fuck a stud like you.” She joked, with a hint of teasing and invitation underneath her eyes.

Her smile was beautiful, like fucking beautiful, it was so alluring that probably every man that sees what he was seeing right now will have a hard time looking at her in the eye.

“Was just doing my job.” He smiled in return.

“You know, I was thinking of..” Karina stood up and then walked through at the side of him, with her slowly sitting on the side of his lap, she made sure to have him get a feel her curves before completely making herself comfortable. “Going out some other time, with you.” While playfully drawing invisible lines on his chest, looking at him in the eye, alluringly.

“Get out, where?” He responded, carefully using his other arm as support, holding her waist. This woman, she was always the type that always got what she wanted.

“Somewhere quiet.. Somewhere I can be who I want to be.” She smiled in return and added. “I also want to introduce you to someone, someone frustrated as well. Someone who's really really thirsty. I gave her your number.”

“Who?”

“You don't have to know, honey. You'll know when she calls.” She winked playfully before earning a spank on her backside as his reply.

A loud moan-ish squeal escaped from her hypnotic lips in which he smiled in return.

He looked at her while his hands returned to where he slapped it first, giving it a hard, firm squeeze. “I always loved this.” He said, she moaned in return while looking at him in the eye.

Her eyes were filled with need, anticipation, and lust. Their eyes met, they looked at each other for god knows how long.

His slid his hands inside her clothed body, slithering around her waist and slowly went around her soft back, before unclasping her bra. “You won't need this anymore.” before throwing it on the ground.

She gasps, she doesn't talk, their eyes still looking at each other, faces just two inches away from each other before slowly closing in the gap between them for a wet, sloppy kiss.

Her hand clasping around his broad shoulders moving it's way onto his neck and clinging on to it without moving away from his lips.

His hands on the back of her head, guiding it to deepen the kiss more. No talking was involved, only deep, wet kisses, strings of saliva were flowing down just beside their jaw.

Their tounges tangle around each other, Karina removed her top, pulling away from the kiss just a second before going back in again for his mouth. “Kiss me more, touch me, do everything you want with me.” She said in between kisses, quiet moans and whimpers escaped her lips. With her right hand finding it's way around her wet, clothed pussy, giving it the attention it deserves.