Asa didn't know if she loved or hated those situations, okay, she definitely loved them. Asa knew that the quiet ones were the worst, but not that much. She met you on a college trip, where you wore a hoodie and hands in your pockets, looking harmless.

But she freaked out after she let you kiss her for the first time, damn, the way you had her was so- Extraordinary. She even stopped to think if you didn't work in a whorehouse-. Anyway, for a girl who had never been touched, in a matter of weeks she had already done literally everything impossible.

You could tire her out, it was almost everywhere, any time you went out you pulled her into a corner. What was once tidy hair and a wrinkle-free uniform turned into her bra showing and sweaty bangs. And she pretended to be angry, but it made her feel so good, the day always seemed so much more helpful.

Now, she found herself looking away from you, sitting on the floor in the corner of the classroom, where the others were focused on the movie playing on TV. It was a bunch of students, distant, focused. You were behind your desks, the tables covered anything, and you were scratching her pantyhose with your fingernails, my god.

"Stop it, idiot." She pushed your hand away, trying to keep her composure. But bro, the lights were off, the room was cool from the air conditioning, a kiss wouldn't hurt...