Mike didn't waste any time. The moment his lips touched Rose's, he kissed her deeply, almost hungrily, like he had been waiting for this. His hand on her waist pulled her closer while his other hand stayed firmly on the back of her neck, not letting her pull away.
Rose's body was still tense at first, her hands lightly pressing against his chest like she wanted to push him, but she didn't. Slowly, her resistance started to melt. Her hand clenched his shirt tightly.
I watched everything from inside the locker, completely frozen. My heart was pounding so loudly I was scared they might hear it. Mike's tongue slid into her mouth, and I could see the way he kissed her slow, deep, and possessive. It wasn't a soft kiss. It was the kind of kiss that claimed ownership.
"Mmmh..." Rose let out a small, muffled sound against his lips. Her hands, which were pushing against his chest just moments ago, slowly lowered. Mike took that as a sign and pressed his body even closer to hers, pinning her lightly against one of the old lockers. The metal made a soft creaking sound as her back touched it.
My stomach twisted painfully as I watched. I hated seeing this. I hated how easily Mike touched her, how naturally his hands moved over her body like he had every right to. But at the same time, I couldn't look away. My eyes stayed glued to them, and no matter how much it hurt, I kept watching.
Mike's hand slowly moved from her waist and slid down to her ass. He grabbed it firmly, squeezing her through her skirt. Rose's body jerked slightly at the touch, and a soft, shaky breath escaped her lips between the kisses. Mike didn't stop. His hand kept kneading her ass while his mouth moved against hers, kissing her like he was trying to devour her.
I felt something bitter rise in my chest. That was Rose, my Rose. And here she was, letting another guy touch her like this. I knew she was being forced into this situation, but seeing her body slowly respond to his touch made my heart ache in a way I couldn't describe.
Mike pulled back from the kiss for a moment, just enough to look at her face. A thin string of saliva connected their lips before it broke. Rose's face was flushed, her lips slightly swollen and wet. She was breathing heavily, her eyes half-lidded as she looked up at him.
Mike smirked.
"You're not pushing me away anymore," he said in a low voice, almost mocking.
"Does that mean you're finally starting to like it?" Rose didn't answer. She just turned her face to the side, avoiding his gaze. But she didn't try to move away either.
Mike leaned in again, this time pressing his lips against her neck. He kissed and sucked on her skin, moving slowly down toward her collarbone. One of his hands moved up and cupped her breast over her clothes, squeezing it as he continued kissing her neck.
A low moan escaped Rose's lips before she could stop it.
I felt my cock twitch against my will. The sound of her moan, the way her body was starting to melt into his touch, it was messing with my head. I hated it. I hated how turned on I was getting while watching the girl I loved being touched by someone else. The guilt and arousal mixed together in a way that made me feel sick and excited at the same time.
Mike's hand continued to grope her breast while his mouth worked on her neck. Rose's breathing grew heavier, and her hands, which were resting at her sides, slowly moved up and grabbed onto his shirt like she needed something to hold on to.
I wanted to burst out of the locker and stop them. I wanted to pull Rose away from him and protect her, but my body refused to move. My legs felt like they were glued to the floor, and my hands wouldn't stop trembling. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was the sick curiosity burning inside me with the need to know how far this would go. Or maybe, deep down, I was still holding onto some pathetic hope that Rose would push him away at any moment.
Mike suddenly pulled back from the kiss and took a step away from her. Rose stood there, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. The top few buttons of her shirt had come undone during their kiss, giving a clear view of her soft, milky white cleavage and the plain white bra she was wearing underneath.
Without saying a word, Mike walked over to a small bench near the wall and sat down, leaning his back against it. He looked completely relaxed, like he was enjoying the show.
Rose stood there for a few seconds, still catching her breath. Her face was flushed, and her lips looked slightly swollen from the intense kiss. Then, without Mike having to say anything, she slowly walked toward him. My eyes widened in disbelief as she stopped in front of him and then sat down on his lap.
My mouth fell open.
Rose was now sitting on Mike's one lap, her skirt riding up slightly as she settled on top of him. Mike's hands immediately moved to her waist, holding her in place like she already belonged there.
Rose sat on his lap with her thighs pressed together. Mike wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. His other hand rested on her soft, squishy thigh and slowly began moving upward, sliding under her skirt without any hesitation.
I gritted my teeth as I watched from inside the locker, my hands clenched into tight fists. Mike's hand kept moving higher and higher until it disappeared completely under her skirt. I could see the way his fingers were moving beneath the fabric, and I already knew where he was touching her.
"Ooh… You're already wet here," Mike said with a low, satisfied chuckle as his fingers brushed against her pussy.
Rose's skirt had ridden up slightly from the way she was sitting, giving me a clear view of everything. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her bare, glistening slit was completely exposed. Her pink, puffy lips were visibly wet, coated with her own juices that were slowly dripping down. Mike's fingers moved along her slit, rubbing her slowly as if he was inspecting how soaked she was.
I felt my stomach twist painfully at the sight. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Rose, sitting on Mike's lap with no panties, letting him touch her so openly while her body was already reacting to him. How bold she became to go around without any panties in the school.
"Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend right now?" Mike asked with a mocking tone as he slowly pushed one of his fingers inside her wet slit.
"Ahh…" Rose let out a soft, shaky moan the moment his finger entered her. Her body tensed up, and she quickly grabbed his wrist with both hands, trying to push him away. But her efforts were weak and completely useless against his strength.
Mike didn't stop. Instead, he pushed his finger deeper inside her, moving it slowly as he watched her reaction with a satisfied smirk on his face. Rose's grip on his wrist tightened. Her breathing had grown heavier, and her thighs trembled slightly as his finger moved in and out of her soaked pussy.
To be continued…
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