Miss Teacher: 8/12
Author's Note: Hm. ...um...action coming soon? lol.
“Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven-“
Khun was on it again, another run of exercises before his fifth date with Vic.
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They began with lunch on the first one, although it was in the cafeteria and they didn’t share too much. Both found out that they could be insanely jealous. Khun told her about his bouts of anger every time she went out with Chan, or heard stories from him about anything they did together. Vic told him how badly she wanted to beat down his girlfriend whenever she saw her. ‘Only lightly,’ were the words she used. It made Khun laugh and helped break the ice a bit.
The fourth date was a movie, and by this point Vic had become more than comfortable at stealing touches from Khun, or grabbing at his arm. She was closer to his ear, or breathier, when she whispered to him. It was driving him crazy, but he wouldn’t take that first step. She had to initiate it. ‘Be a gentleman,’ he’d tell himself. With the grazes of her fingertips on his back when they hugged, or the nudges to his shoulder that left her hair trailing his skin, or the feel of her naked thighs against his when she wore shorts… Nope, she would have to initiate it, or Khun didn’t know if he’d be able to stop himself. He’d held out long enough with his ex but Vic began to give him signs that she may have been more than willing. The only memory of the movie Khun had was of it starting slow and how Vic just kept…moving; Vic’s head moving to rest on his shoulder, her being cold and Khun going to remove his jacket but she raising the armrest and nestling in. Her body slid up to his and her legs curled and raised, settling in his lap before her arms raised their bucket of popcorn. The feeling was pleasant enough as his arm came down to wrap around her…but her legs kept moving, grazing the tender nook of his thighs. He thought of anything, tried to keep his attention to the film, or munched on popcorn to keep the natural reactions his body was having at bay.
When their movie ended, he took her home, especially hurrying when she laid a peck on his cheek after hugging him. Her body felt warm and he could feel the softness of her chest through his shirt.
“Fuck.”
“Khun what’s wrong-“
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Okay?”
He couldn’t rush back to his room quick enough. He couldn’t get his pants off quick enough. Khun locked the door and put up his music. Before the next song was over, he’d made a mess of himself and bit the inside of his lip, nearly bleeding from the pressure.
“Fuck,” he’d whispered.
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“You done yet-“
“No Chan…lemme finish…one hundred, one hundred one-“
“You’re body’s fine. Vic said so…herself…” Chan drawled out the last word, turning his head and opening up a fold of the magazine he was looking at on Khun’s bed. The woman on the page had her legs stretched in a rather peculiar, though rather erotic, manner.
“Right,” Khun finally stopped with the sit-ups, “you’re right. I’m being paranoid. But she likes my arms…right? Yeah. I’ll do push-ups. …that’s it-“
“Shut up. You’re making me nervous and I’m not even dating her. It’s not that serious! It’s Vic!”
Chan sat up on Khun’s bed, staring at his sweaty friend on the floor. The random magazine, now turned to another page with some random pair of tits staring at him in the face, had begun to pique his attention. He wanted to make quick use of Khun’s restroom, but he couldn’t because he’d had enough.
“You’re pissing me off! You’re going for fucking ice cream! Ice cream! When the hell did your balls drop off that you’re that insecure and need to do a full workout for ice cream!? You wanted her, you got her. Now for the last fucking time, man up! …damn!”
He threw the magazine at Khun’s face, which Khun promptly caught and then threw down.
“What’s it been Khun? Four months?”
“Yeah…and?”
“And nothing! This should be nothing. It should be a walk in the park. You hang out enough. You’ve had a few legit dates but fucking ice cream Khun. …it’s ice cream.”
Khun was breathing heavily, shirtless on the floor as he sat. He tilted his head back and rested on his arms, letting some air back into his lungs. Chan let out an exasperated sigh and pulled at his face, chuckling at his forlorn friend.
“It’s not that easy man. Not that simple. I’m comfortable now, but she’s just…too comfortable. You know?”
Khun turned his head toward Chan and shifted an eyebrow up and down. Chan just blinked back at him rapidly urging him to speak up. He eventually shook his head and threw his hands up at Khun.
“I can’t read brows for shit. You need to talk to me.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Actually…I…don’t…”
“Dude. You know what I mean.”
Khun lifted his brow again, but more exaggerated, and Chan’s eyes grew wide. It was at that point that Chan proceeded to burst into laughter, making Khun frown and throw the magazine back at his friend.
“Well fuck you too, Chan-“
“I’m sorry,” Chan said, still giggling, “I just… You guys haven’t? Oh wait. I bet you call it ‘it,’ too. Have you done ‘it,’ yet?”
“See, this is why I don’t even want to… Nevermind-“
“No. Um…sorry.” Chan folded back together what he could of his magazine as Khun began doing push ups. “Khun, I know it’s none of my business…but don’t forget she’s human too. I’ll bet she’s thinking about the same thing. Take it from me, girls want it just as bad as us guys do. Just…go slow?”
Khun stopped his push ups and Chan hopped off the bed to leave. He looked at his magazine cover one last time and dropped it in front of Khun, now sitting up on his knees.
“…just in case.”
Chan left without another word and Khun hopped in the shower, hoping he wouldn’t jump out of his skin again that night.
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Khun picked her up at her house that evening. The sun was still setting but the neighborhood was quiet, cast over with an amber glow. Trees rustled with the breeze and Khun couldn’t have thought of more perfect weather to pick her up in. She must have heard the car coming up the drive because she nearly skipped out of the house when he pulled up. Her dress was a bright red, fitted at the waist and bust, but flowing the rest of the way down. It hit midway down her thighs and Khun couldn’t for the life of him look away.
“Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven-“
Khun was on it again, another run of exercises before his fifth date with Vic.
---
They began with lunch on the first one, although it was in the cafeteria and they didn’t share too much. Both found out that they could be insanely jealous. Khun told her about his bouts of anger every time she went out with Chan, or heard stories from him about anything they did together. Vic told him how badly she wanted to beat down his girlfriend whenever she saw her. ‘Only lightly,’ were the words she used. It made Khun laugh and helped break the ice a bit.
The fourth date was a movie, and by this point Vic had become more than comfortable at stealing touches from Khun, or grabbing at his arm. She was closer to his ear, or breathier, when she whispered to him. It was driving him crazy, but he wouldn’t take that first step. She had to initiate it. ‘Be a gentleman,’ he’d tell himself. With the grazes of her fingertips on his back when they hugged, or the nudges to his shoulder that left her hair trailing his skin, or the feel of her naked thighs against his when she wore shorts… Nope, she would have to initiate it, or Khun didn’t know if he’d be able to stop himself. He’d held out long enough with his ex but Vic began to give him signs that she may have been more than willing. The only memory of the movie Khun had was of it starting slow and how Vic just kept…moving; Vic’s head moving to rest on his shoulder, her being cold and Khun going to remove his jacket but she raising the armrest and nestling in. Her body slid up to his and her legs curled and raised, settling in his lap before her arms raised their bucket of popcorn. The feeling was pleasant enough as his arm came down to wrap around her…but her legs kept moving, grazing the tender nook of his thighs. He thought of anything, tried to keep his attention to the film, or munched on popcorn to keep the natural reactions his body was having at bay.
When their movie ended, he took her home, especially hurrying when she laid a peck on his cheek after hugging him. Her body felt warm and he could feel the softness of her chest through his shirt.
“Fuck.”
“Khun what’s wrong-“
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Okay?”
He couldn’t rush back to his room quick enough. He couldn’t get his pants off quick enough. Khun locked the door and put up his music. Before the next song was over, he’d made a mess of himself and bit the inside of his lip, nearly bleeding from the pressure.
“Fuck,” he’d whispered.
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“You done yet-“
“No Chan…lemme finish…one hundred, one hundred one-“
“You’re body’s fine. Vic said so…herself…” Chan drawled out the last word, turning his head and opening up a fold of the magazine he was looking at on Khun’s bed. The woman on the page had her legs stretched in a rather peculiar, though rather erotic, manner.
“Right,” Khun finally stopped with the sit-ups, “you’re right. I’m being paranoid. But she likes my arms…right? Yeah. I’ll do push-ups. …that’s it-“
“Shut up. You’re making me nervous and I’m not even dating her. It’s not that serious! It’s Vic!”
Chan sat up on Khun’s bed, staring at his sweaty friend on the floor. The random magazine, now turned to another page with some random pair of tits staring at him in the face, had begun to pique his attention. He wanted to make quick use of Khun’s restroom, but he couldn’t because he’d had enough.
“You’re pissing me off! You’re going for fucking ice cream! Ice cream! When the hell did your balls drop off that you’re that insecure and need to do a full workout for ice cream!? You wanted her, you got her. Now for the last fucking time, man up! …damn!”
He threw the magazine at Khun’s face, which Khun promptly caught and then threw down.
“What’s it been Khun? Four months?”
“Yeah…and?”
“And nothing! This should be nothing. It should be a walk in the park. You hang out enough. You’ve had a few legit dates but fucking ice cream Khun. …it’s ice cream.”
Khun was breathing heavily, shirtless on the floor as he sat. He tilted his head back and rested on his arms, letting some air back into his lungs. Chan let out an exasperated sigh and pulled at his face, chuckling at his forlorn friend.
“It’s not that easy man. Not that simple. I’m comfortable now, but she’s just…too comfortable. You know?”
Khun turned his head toward Chan and shifted an eyebrow up and down. Chan just blinked back at him rapidly urging him to speak up. He eventually shook his head and threw his hands up at Khun.
“I can’t read brows for shit. You need to talk to me.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Actually…I…don’t…”
“Dude. You know what I mean.”
Khun lifted his brow again, but more exaggerated, and Chan’s eyes grew wide. It was at that point that Chan proceeded to burst into laughter, making Khun frown and throw the magazine back at his friend.
“Well fuck you too, Chan-“
“I’m sorry,” Chan said, still giggling, “I just… You guys haven’t? Oh wait. I bet you call it ‘it,’ too. Have you done ‘it,’ yet?”
“See, this is why I don’t even want to… Nevermind-“
“No. Um…sorry.” Chan folded back together what he could of his magazine as Khun began doing push ups. “Khun, I know it’s none of my business…but don’t forget she’s human too. I’ll bet she’s thinking about the same thing. Take it from me, girls want it just as bad as us guys do. Just…go slow?”
Khun stopped his push ups and Chan hopped off the bed to leave. He looked at his magazine cover one last time and dropped it in front of Khun, now sitting up on his knees.
“…just in case.”
Chan left without another word and Khun hopped in the shower, hoping he wouldn’t jump out of his skin again that night.
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Khun picked her up at her house that evening. The sun was still setting but the neighborhood was quiet, cast over with an amber glow. Trees rustled with the breeze and Khun couldn’t have thought of more perfect weather to pick her up in. She must have heard the car coming up the drive because she nearly skipped out of the house when he pulled up. Her dress was a bright red, fitted at the waist and bust, but flowing the rest of the way down. It hit midway down her thighs and Khun couldn’t for the life of him look away.