Supply Closet

*Axle's POV*

We play one more game of beer pong and, when Cam and I win again, that puts us up 5 games and we all agree to call it and head into the dance floor. All the guys want to find their hookups for the night. 

“You gonna go find Six?” Jameson asks.

“Obviously.”

I walk into the house just in time to see her walking towards the bathroom. My body follows her in and before I can consider whether or not this is a smart idea, I have her pushed up against the bathroom door and bring my lips down onto hers. Her hands come up behind my neck and it’s clear she wants this just as bad as I do. 

I wrap my hands around her back to cup her ass and pull her against me. My hands make their way down to the hem of her skirt and slip under it and she pulls back and says, “Axle, wait. I’m not gonna fuck you.” Her body is telling me something different but I’m not going to argue with her.

“You don’t have to. Just let me make you feel good.” I see the shock and contemplation on her face before she whispers, “Okay.” I return my lips to her mouth and lift her skirt up a little before pushing her hips back against the door.

I run a finger up the inside of her thigh and then up the lacy material of her underwear which causes her to shiver. I push it to the side and run my finger down her and groan, “Fuck, you’re soaked already,” I say against her mouth. 

I continue kissing her and then gently push two fingers inside her and she moans, digging her fingers into my shoulders. As I pump them in and out, her breathing increases with my pace and she begins to grind into my hand. I start circling her clit with my thumb and move my lips to her ear and say, “Come for me, baby.”

With my words, I feel her convulse around my fingers and she moans into my shoulder. I pull my fingers out and bring them into my mouth to lick them and then I slip out of the bathroom without another word. 

I’m painfully hard in my jeans. Why the fuck did I do that to myself? I must be some kind of secret masochist. I find a random bedroom and slip in to finish myself off, thinking about her moans. It doesn’t take very long and I clean myself off and head back into the party. I find Jameson, who has some girl wrapped around him and say, “I’m gonna head home.”

“You sure man? I’m pretty sure I saw Six head into the crowd that way,” he gestures vaguely towards the middle of the dance floor. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. See you tomorrow.”

I make my way outside and light up a cigarette while I wait for my cab. What is wrong with me? I never leave a party alone. Six is fucking with my head.

When Monday rolls around, I’m still thinking about fingering Six in the bathroom. I worry that she’s going to become one of those girls who gets all needy and annoying after I’ve shown them attention. I decide to skip Calculus because I’m really just not in the mood to deal with that. 

I show up to lunch and when I see her in the cafeteria, I find myself getting hard. God dammit. I’m frustrated and I just want to go drag her into an empty classroom and fuck her brains out, but she didn’t want to fuck me in a bahtroom at a party, she’s definitely not going to do it at school. 

I need a distraction. I look around and see the cute brunette from the party. I catch her looking at me and licking her lips. I nod towards the door, indicating that she should follow me. She does, and I lead her to a supply closet on the second floor and lock the door behind us. She goes to kiss me on the lips and I pull back. 

“What are you doing?”

“Um, kissing you? Isn’t that what you brought me here for?”

“No, I brought you here to fuck you. So you’re going to get on your knees and suck my dick and then I’m going to fuck you from behind. Got it?” She nods and then kneels down, undoing my pants and putting her lips around my cock while she looks up at me. It feels good, of course, but not great. 

I close my eyes and pretend it’s Six’s mouth on my cock and feel myself getting more and more turned on. “Get up and put your hands on that wall,” I tell her. She obeys instantly. I pull down her underwear and hike her skirt up. I roll a condom on and then push inside her. I pound into her, imagining once again that she’s Six. Everytime she moans, it reminds me she’s not and it takes me a lot longer than it should for me to finish. When I’m close, I reach my fingers down to play with her clit and I feel her convulse around my cock, making me finish too.

I pull out and remove the condom, discarding it in the garbage can, and pull on my pants as she fixes her skirt. 

“That was fun, we should do it again sometime,” she says, running a finger down my chest.

“Unlikely.” I say. I don’t fuck girls more than once anymore. I open the door and walk out and see Six walking down the hallway towards the English Lit classroom. I see her eyes flicker to me and then to the girl behind me. She rolls her eyes and just keeps walking. 

I follow her and take my seat. “Supply closet. Classy," she says with a completely neutral tone. 

“Are you jealous?” I ask, trying to get some kind of reaction out of her.

She laughs and says, “No.” I search her face for any signs that she’s lying. I find none. If she is jealous she’s doing a damn good job at hiding it. Why does it piss me off that she’s not? It should be a good thing that she’s not. 

“Well, good,” I say but it comes out sounding a lot more bitter than I had intended. 

She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment. “So should we discuss the last couple chapters?”

We work on the project for the rest of the class and then when the bell rings, she gives me a polite goodbye and walks out. She’s acting like Friday never even happened. Did I hallucinate that happening, or what? I spend the rest of the afternoon in my classes, not paying attention to either of them.

After school, I mee utp with the guys and Jameson says, “So, we saw you leaving with that girl. Did you fuck her?”

“Yeah, and then Six saw us coming out after.”

“Oh shit, we missed a catfight?! I assume Six won,” Cam says.

“No, there was no fight. Six just kept walking. She didn’t even care.”

“Oh, well that’s good isn’t it?” Jameson asks.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I say, frowning. Maybe she didn’t like it? That can’t be it, she definitely orgasmed. Unless she’s just an extremely good actress. If she did fake it, she deserves a fucking Oscar.