Lucas locked his door so no one could disturb him as he threw his bag onto the floor.
"Damn it. What is wrong with that bitch? Who the hell does she think she is? Clara had better keep herself in place because I am not taking this any more. "
He stared at the wall full of the awards and trophies he had gotten from swimming and thought of all the work he put into it. He then reached out to the medal he had won in the swimming camp, where he had first met Silvia.
Lucas, who had decided to hate Silvia after she left the swimming scene and abandoned him, had now gone back on his word and had become attracted to Silvia.
Just when I thought I had gotten over it... I know it's not like we knew each other, but seriously, to leave because of an opponent playing dirty tricks without properly fighting back? Silvia is just as crazy as I first met her, though.
He opened his phone and looked at the recent school forum where people had been posting pictures of her as the school's 'Silver Beauty'. A lot of men and women are fangirling over her, and some are trash-talking her cause she kept following Lucas.
Lucas couldn't help but feel a bit pissed reading all of this.
What's so wrong with following me? It's like she did any harm. I really need to do something to get rid of these rumours.
As he kept scrolling, he came across one picture of Silvia, who was looking right at the camera with her big grey eyes and an unnatural blank face. It made her look unreal; the silver hair glistened as she stared right into his soul.
Lucas gulped seeing this picture. It felt like she was watching him.
His breath quickened, and he was still frustrated after the little session he had with Silvia was cut short.
His pants tightened as his bulge grew harder.
"Damn it, seriously, what am I still a teenage kid?" He had not felt this way for years, and he had an urgent need to release, and he was unable to stop it. He needed to do something about it.
He laid back on his bed as he took off his shirt and unzipped his pants, tugging his boxers down.
His hard throbbing membrane flung out as if it was eager to be set free, slapping him on his stomach.
Splat.
He moaned.
Already dripping with precum, he held it in his hand, the drop touching his stomach now stretching out as he pulled it away. While looking at the picture of Silvia, he imagined her right in front of him, staring at him with those same eyes.
He started to stroke himself, squeezing ever so slightly. He could feel his burning rod pulse with every stroke, every vein and every ridge as he moved his hand from the base to the tip.
Using his thumb, he pressed on his head, spreading the precum, and he imagined Silvia's slightly parted mouth on it. He imagined her innocent face as she licked it off with that uncaring look on her face.
He moaned as he stroked harder and faster, losing himself in the sensation. Every step of the way, he could not stop thinking about Silvia.
Every stroke brought him closer and closer to his release. At this point, his hand filled with so much prefcum that every stroke let out a squelch, making his movement glide even more easily.
Getting deeper into the motions, he started to quicken his strokes, tugging on the head rapidly, stroking it back and forth in rapid motion in desperation. He could feel his body tensing as he never lost eye contact with the image of Silvia.
His balls drew tight as he let out a moan, 'Fuck... Silvia.' Pulsing in his hands, cum shot all over, landing on his stomach and chest. Shaking with each stroke as he came, milking himself dry, and a steady shot on his phone over Silva's face.
"Shit." He got a tissue to clean it, but stared at it for a few seconds, imagining Silvia under him with his cum all over his face. Imagine if she could lick it or if she would swallow it.
He shook his head, wiping it.
Seriously, I am going crazy. I should have just finished what I started back there with her. Damn it.
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It was the weekend, and Silvia was busy with her work. Teaching students art was easy, and she did not need to do much. She just mindlessly painted, showing the kids' art techniques and helping with their work every time they asked. Other than that, she would just sit in the room staring into space or doing her own artwork.
As the break came around, Silvia decided to work on her own project.
Taking out some clay, Silvia started to carve into it, trying to memorise the touch and the feel when she was with Lucas. She could not stop thinking about him the whole day.
She pushed the thumb into the callus as she created the creases of Luca's abs, trying to memorise each bump the best she could. Completely engrossed by the time lunch came, she finished. She had a nearly finished stomach piece done and could not hear the students walk back in.
"Oh, Miss Silvia, that is a quick risque piece," a student called. Kyle Vogel, "Seems a bit incomplete, though. Do you need a model? I would be happy to volunteer. Of course, it would be only for you, Miss Silvia." He grinned and teased Silvia, only to be met with a bland expression.
With no response from Silvia, he backed away as the other students stepped in to really resume their lesson. She carefully packed away the claywork she was doing and prepared for the second half of the day.
After the classes were finished, Silvia looked into her bag to have the lunch packed by her brother. Forgetting to have lunch, it was now 3pm, and she was starving. Her bag was unexpectedly fully stuffed, and she opened it to two bags, one with her lunch and one with a note on it.
[There is a pool near your workplace that has a hall for 50m lanes only, go crazy.]
Silvia smiled.
"Oh, Miss Silvia. Can you smile?" Kyle had come back as he had forgotten his phone, "Who is it that got you smiling like that? Don't tell me you have a boyfriend?" He leaned in, leaning over her arm on the table, cornering her.
Silvia dropped her smile as soon as she saw him.
"No, it's my brother."
"I see. But was there a need to stop smiling as soon as you see my face? It hurts you, you know." Kyle faked chest pain, jokingly clenching his heart, and sat down next to Silvia, "So do you have one?"
Silvia looked at Kyle in confusion.
"Have one what?"
"A boyfriend?" He leaned in closer towards Silvia.
Kyle was also a university student who studied programming, but decided to learn to do art as he made games a lot and wanted to understand art to a certain extent.
People described Kyle as tall, bright, and extremely pretty, which was completely the opposite of what most computing students looked like. He stood out even outside the tech scene with his looks, but he outshone people with his skills.
A confident man who always got what he wanted, and now he had her eyes on Silvia.
Something about her made you move towards her, like a magnet. She attracted people to her easily, without even trying. Kyle was one of them.
"No." She opened her lunch to find a cute lunchbox with peas forming a heart on top of her rice.
"You sure that's not from your lover?" Kyle chuckled.
"My younger brother loves me, so he made this lunch for me. Is that funny?" Silvia looked at him straight in the eye without a change in her expression.
The silence held on a bit too long as Kyle held up his hands.
"I am sorry, I've just never seen a loving sibling. Mine just argued and fought with me all the time. I guess it's good to love your siblings, right?" He grinned, seeing that Silvia was satisfied with the answer as she continued to eat her lunch.
"So, Miss Silvia, what do you think of me as your boyfriend?" He tapped the table, waiting for an answer.
"No, thank you. I don't see the point of getting one." Silvia said quietly, eating without looking at Kyle.
"Well, Miss Silvia," Kyle took a look at Silvia's lips as she licked a stray piece of rice, "How would you know if you need one or not without trying it out first. I could be the thing you needed but did not even know?"
Silvia thought about it for a second.
How can you want something without knowing you want it?
She just shrugged, "Well, either way, I am too busy," she finished her lunch and packed it up.
"I will see you another day, Kyle." Silvia started to pack up the art room, cleaning it up for the next class.
Giving up for the day, Kyle leaves after taking one more look at Silvia.