(Couple of notes.
- I retconned some minor stuff in the last chapter. Allison looks for Karen, rather than Ryder during her morning break, but can't find her.
- To me, this scene feels balanced on a knifes edge. It was designed that way. It's meant to contend with the ambiguity of body language, and mixed emotions. It's not going dark, but I figure a warning may be due for some people because of that tension.)
The door closes behind Allison ominously. The lights are off, but it's still light enough to see. Ryder is leaning against a rolled up gymnast mat, his face lit up by the glow of his phone. Allison's heart leaps, but distressingly she isn't quite sure why. Ryder glances up and a smirk grows on his face. "Hey babe," His phone slips into his pocket, and his heels echo in the small cinder block room as he makes his way to her. "I knew you'd come."
Allison crosses her arms as she tries to summon up her courage. Her eyes flit around, and she can't meet his eyes, as she begins. "I just came to tell you to st..."
His hand cradles her cheek, and he steals a kiss from her lips. A fire of longing erupts in her breast. Why, Why, Why? Allison wonders for the briefest moment. "Why do I feel this way?" She trembles, but not in fear, as Ryder pulls her close against his defined muscles. She draws in an electric breath as he brushes her bangs from her face, and runs his fingers through her hair. "I always did like your long hair." He states softly, from deep in his voice. A curious smile grows on his face.
For a moment Allison is glad she didn't cut it. It feels good as his fingers part the silky strands. It feels good to be complimented. It feels good to make him happy with her. "Why?" A voice in the back of her mind asks. That voice is so quiet compared the fire of satisfaction igniting her nerves. Her face is flush and she sighs as he kisses her again, this time requited. She loses her balance as he keeps kissing her tracing a line down her neck with his lips, and pushes her back against a pile of wrestling mats. She grunts softly at the force of the impact. Whispered in her ear, from somewhere out in the dark of the room, she hears. "It's been too long sexy." She can feel him smiling more than see it as his face is nuzzled against her cheek and neck. His arms wrap around her, in that unyielding encompassing embrace.
She enjoys the visceral satisfaction of being held, and holding him. It's a strange deep contentment that defies the logic screaming for her to tell him off. It's right. Something about the whole situation is right. She doesn't want to move as he pulls down her shirt to nip her neck just hard enough to draw out a gasp. Her hand goes to his chest, and presses against his iron body. A smirk grows on his face as he hefts her up onto the mat stack, so she sits higher than him. He slides his heated hands up the curve of her body, lifting her shirt with it. She bites her lips in trepidation, but his hands quickly find her breasts, and he knows just what to do. A gentle caress, followed by a firm squeeze, resulting in a gasp, and a wince. In a moment her shirt's lifted from her body, and flies free somewhere into the mat room. Immediately after, one of her breasts is revealed from behind the cup of her bra. His thumb finds her nipple, massaging it, then pinching sharply. Her moan turns into a stifled yelp, and he snickers before planting a kiss on the rosy bloom of her breasts.
He slides the shoulder straps of her bra down her arms, then flips her bra cups down, bearing both lovely pillows to the open air. At first Allison covers her body, but with a little coaxing, Ryder is able to slip his hands under her crossed arms, and begins massaging her flesh in such a wonderful way. Allison sighs with delight, and lies down on the mat stack. She's lies their slowly drawing deep breaths, that shudder and coo as they leave her body. Ryder leans over her, still standing between her legs. She wraps him up with her legs when he finds an especially sensitive spot. Following her cue, Ryder smiles, undoes the button of his jeans, then goes to her own jeans. The button is free. The zipper released. Her panties pulled aside.
Lost in the haze of the moment, Allison is confused when one hand stops. She isn't quite sure what he's doing with his free hand, but doesn't really care, she just doesn't want him to stop. She groans pathetically, and begs. "Don't stop." before her hand goes to her lonely breast and squeezes it. It's not the same as his touch.
Ryder smirks. "I'm just getting started, Sweetheart."
She feels something hard, and hot rubbing between her pussy lips, and her body erupts with a trembling delight. An eager anticipation. That touch, that feeling. It's divine and she wants more. That's his dick. It draws along her pussy again wet and slick, and she feels it settling in. His dick?
"SHIT!" Allison shouts and sits upright. "Nonono!!" She hisses, a little more quietly.
Ryder jumps back startled. "Whoa, hey, hey, babe, what's wrong?" One hand hovers around his groin keeping himself hard, while the other begins to brush her hair back again. It feels oh-so-wonderful. She just wants to be held...
Allison shakes the thought from her head. "W-we can't have sex here!"
"Why not?" he scoffs, as he keeps massaging her head. "It's not the first time." A chuckle escapes his lips, but the discontent is clear on his face. "You said don't stop, you were loving it." For a moment She's struck with a pang of guilt. She did. She knew what it was like to be lead on, and she told him to keep going... But she didn't know he was doing this! Should she just... Let him continue? She slapped her head a few times. "No! No! no! We can't do this Ryder. We have to stop."
His face screws up in annoyance. "Why!? Fuck, Allison, you've been giving me the cold shoulder all week, what the hell's going on with you?"
"We're at school!" She stammers. "We can't have sex at school!"
"I thought you were into it!"
She wanted to tell him off. To break up with him. To tell him to piss off and leave her alone, but she fell short, and with a huff stated. "Well, I'm not. We have to stop doing this." She states again, as she tugs her panties back in place, and flips the cups of her bra back up. She realizes she's still pinned against the mats with how closely he's standing, then murmers, "Let me down."
A scowl grows on his face... But it softens, and with a sigh, he steps back, picks her up by the hips, and sets her on the ground. His hand goes to his pocket and he grits his teeth. Unseen by Allison he holds the stone. But with a wince and a sigh, he pulls his hand back out and crosses his arms.
"So what, no more school stuff? I thought you said it was kinky. This was your idea" His irritation is clear as he watches Allison look around the room for her shirt, and slip it back on.
"No, no more. Just stop..." Again she wants to say stop texting me, stop talking to me, stop looking for me during break, but how could she? How could she after that passionate encounter? In way she felt guilty for leading him on. In another way she didn't want to let go of that wonderful experience... But either way, she couldn't leave him. Not entirely. Not yet.
Quick as her feet will carry her she steps outside the door, back to the gym hallway and closes it behind her. She stands there with her back to the door, and her eyes closed tight. The bright halogen lit hallway is a cold contrast to the dark hot intensity of the room. She covers her eyes with her hands, and groans. "God dammit!" She hisses. "That's not how this was supposed to go."
In the silence of her self rebuke she can hear him muttering on the other side of the doors, but can't make out what he's saying, not quite anyway... One thing is familiar though, and she freezes in shock as she realizes what it is.
She has to avert her eyes, and close them, as a wish passes through reality.
