moment he could hit the button and I don’t know how I'm gonna react.
My phone vibrates with an incoming message. It’s from Lucas again, which makes the third message since our date.
Lucas: Hey. Kyle told me Shana left for the summer. If you get bored, give me a call.
I type a quick response, telling him I’ll be taking care of my sick mother this weekend, then close the message. I feel like a horrible person, but I have no idea what to say to him. Our date was amazing, but instead of being honest with him about my current situation, I just keep brushing him off praying he takes the hint.
Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I look up at Satchi who spreads his arms as he starts asking questions of the class.
“Name one invention you've seen over the last ten years that has made a big impact on your life. Go.” He starts pointing at random students. Jordan must hate me because at this moment I feel the humming buzz of the vibrator between my legs. Gasping, I hold on to my desk as the delicious sensations move through my core. He looks up at me and grins, then busies himself again. Man, I hope Satchi doesn't call on me.
One by one students give answers, mentioning everything from movie rentals to the fast food industry. I was hoping he would be satisfied with just a few answers, but as he continues around the small room, I realized he's going to get to me soon. My hips rock in my seat as I ride the wave, desperately wishing I could touch myself.
I look over at Jordan, who's now watching me with a darkness in his eyes and then suddenly the vibrating becomes more intense. My breathing deepens as I squeeze my thighs, trying not to make a sound. Jordan isn't looking away and I can't take my eyes off him. It’s so hard to sit still. My body naturally wants to rock. I squeeze my legs tightly together and shift to one side. The girl next to me glances in my direction. I wonder if she notices the sweat forming on my forehead. I'm going to come right in the middle of class and embarrass myself. God, I'm gonna kill Jordan. He's not looking at me now, busying himself once again with his tasks before standing, placing his hands on his hips and looking at the students. Squeezing my legs together just makes it more intense, so I try to relax my hips and place my back flat against the chair. I'm squeezing the desk hard and fighting to keep my breathing regulated. My chest moves up and down as I take long, slow breaths, watching Jordan as he looks at me with a heat in his eyes that I'm just now getting so damn familiar with. I'm on fire. I can feel the wetness as it pools between my legs. I don't know how much longer I can take this.
“Miss Teller?” My attention snaps away from Jordan and I see Satchi standing four feet away. “What do you think? How has engineering and robotics changed things in the last few years?”
“Well,” I say, my voice shaky and rough, “I'd say…”
My eyes close as the vibration intensifies. God. Dropping my eyes to my lap, I grit my teeth and fight to think straight. Everyone's watching. Everyone. And I’m going to murder him. “Sorry, my head is killing me,” I say, attempting to play it off.
“Okay,” he says.” Do you need to leave?”
“No, sir. I'm sorry.” My breathing is slow and deep and my words are coming out just as breathy. I’m close and he knows it. The intensity of the vibrations begin to lessen and I look to Jordan as he gives me a full on devilish smile.
“Pet care,” I finally say to Satchi. “There are tons of innovations for pets, like automatic cat bowls.”
“Good,” he says, then continues on with the class.
I know I must look sick. I’m aware of every slight move of my body. Placing my elbows on the table, I put my head in my hands as I try to regulate my breathing. The sensations grow stronger as they spread down my legs, up my stomach, and tingles shoot through my body. I adjust my hips, trying to relieve some of the intensity, but the damn thing seems glued right to the spot where he wants it. My fingers curl in my hair as I bite