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Whitney stood in the middle of the hallway with one hand on her hip and the other holding her phone. “He said to meet him here after school, right?” She checked the classroom she was standing in front of – 37B – and double-checked her phone. The last text he had sent her said to meet him in the hall where their History class was, but she didn’t see him anywhere. “That’s odd. I guess he forgot.” She shrugged to herself then, after putting her phone away in her backpack, continued down the hall to make her bus. As she passed the stairwell though somebody grabbed her by her arm, pulled her in, and wrapped their arms around her waist. “Eep!”

“You weren’t planning on leaving, were you?” Clark whispered into Whitney’s ear as he nuzzled his nose into the back of her neck. “We still haven’t had our fun yet. And I thought you were coming over to my place tonight?”

Clark’s breath tickled the back of Whitney’s neck as he spoke, causing her to roll her head back as she pulled her neck away from him. “Jesus, Clark. You scared the shit out of me!”

A low chuckle puffed out of his nose at her comment. “You know I’m just playing with you babe.” He leaned in again, this time to plant a kiss on the side of her neck before resting his chin on her shoulder. “Did you do as I ask?”

A small whine escaped Whitney’s lips as she fidgeted in her boyfriend's grasp. “I- I mean… You know that’s a dumb-” Her mouth snapped shut and she stiffened her shoulders as Clark moved his hands up her body, pressing his arms into her boobs as he grabbed the zipper to her jacket.

He was too impatient to let her stammer on with her non-answer so he took matters into his own hands. He silently and slowly dragged the zipper down her torso, over her chest and stopping just above her belly button. With his hands already underneath Whitney’s breasts he just had to rotate them so they were facing upwards and lift them up until he was cupping them in the palms of his hands. She wasn’t wearing a bra. “It feels like you followed my orders. Good girl~”

Whitney let out another, barely audible whine. “I told you not to call me that…”

Clark couldn’t help but let a smirk cross his face. Her words said one thing yet her body language said the exact opposite. She had turned her head to the side, and down towards the ground, so that she was facing away from him but she pressed back into him. Her breasts rose and fell in his hands in tune with her heavy, airy breathing. “Why not? You obviously like it.”

She didn’t know how to answer him. Her eyes flittered with tiny trembles she couldn’t control. She hated that she liked this and she still hardly believed that this was real. Just a few weeks ago she was your average, plain looking teenage boy hanging out with his best friend of nearly a decade when something in him cracked. While walking out of the movie theatres Clark had pointed out a girl their age and commented on how beautiful she was and for whatever reason William muttered that he wished could be that for Clark. Clark stopped dead in his tracks and William thought he had royally fucked up by blurting that out into the open but instead Clark grabbed him by the shoulders, looked him dead in the eyes, and asked if he really wanted that. William couldn’t bring himself to say yes so he just nodded and the next thing he knew Clark was dragging him back to his place and one spell later he was Clark’s girl. And ever since then Clark had been making her do increasingly embarrassing and perverted stuff for him. Or, more accurately, Clark kept asking her to do fun, kinky stuff for him and she happily obliged.

“Babe? Earth to Whitney!” Clark had felt his girlfriend freeze up in his arms and with words not breaking through to her he tried a different approach. With her breasts lifted slightly in his hands he brushed his fingers across her covered nipples.

“Hah?!~” Whitney’s hands flew up to cover her mouth but her back arched involuntarily, pressing it further into her boyfriend's chest. “Clark! Gha!~” He brought his fingers back down over her nipples, sending a sudden, pleasant tingle through her breasts and down her spine. “St- stop!~” She barely gasped out her plea yet Clark continued to brush his index fingers across her nipples at an agonizingly slow and random rate.

“That’s not what you said last time I played with them.~”

Whitney stifled a moan as Clark rubbed his finger across her nipples twice in quick succession. “But… someone might hear!~”

“Then you better answer this question quickly.” Clark rested his pointer fingers on her nipples before pressing down on them and massaging small circles into the erect nubs. “What about your panties?~”

“Nhah~ You’re a bastard, you know that?~” She panted a few times, gasping whenever Clark applied more pressure to her sensitive nips. “Fine!~ I’m not wearing any panties either…~ Just like you asked.~”

Clark, without moving his hands from her breasts nor his fingers from her nipples, pulled Whitney in close, forcing a shuddered gasp from her lungs. “Good girl!~ Do I need to check?”

Whitney puffed breath after breath of air out of her open mouth but retorted, “Why don’t we find out back at your place?~”

“Hmm…” Clark suddenly let go of Whitney, letting her stumble a few steps forward as he no longer held her up. “We can do that. Plus, I just restocked on condoms so we can have a little bit of fun before my parents get home from work.~”