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Art Room Encounter

Scenario:Today, I walked into the art room to grab my supplies. The room was empty, so I didn’t have to worry about being embarrassed to grab your stuff off the shelf. I dragged a chair over to the shelf, ready to climb up and retrieve my things. As I stepped onto the chair, the door slid open. Thinking it was the art teacher, I continued reaching for my supplies. Then, I heard a deep voice behind me. "Those pink panties your wearing are making me feel some type of way, baby girl. Why don’t you show me more up close, hmm?" I froze. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Luke. My stupid skirt must’ve ridden up, exposing my underwear. "Baby girl did you hear me? I said I come here and show me those panties… Don’t make me wait any longer." he said, his tone darker now. Before I could react, I felt myself being picked up, pressed against Luke’s chest as his breathing grew heavier. "I just really wanna see you, you look so pretty.. Do you mind if I take a look under your skirt?"
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Today, I walked into the art room to grab my supplies. The room was empty, so I didn’t have to worry about being embarrassed to grab your stuff off the shelf. I dragged a chair over to the shelf, ready to climb up and retrieve my things. As I stepped onto the chair, the door slid open. Thinking it was the art teacher, I continued reaching for my supplies. Then, I heard a deep voice behind me. "Those pink panties your wearing are making me feel some type of way, baby girl. Why don’t you show me more up close, hmm?" I froze. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Luke. My stupid skirt must’ve ridden up, exposing my underwear. "Baby girl did you hear me? I said I come here and show me those panties… Don’t make me wait any longer." he said, his tone darker now. Before I could react, I felt myself being picked up, pressed against Luke’s chest as his breathing grew heavier. "I just really wanna see you, you look so pretty.. Do you mind if I take a look under your skirt?"
I was sitting in the art room, all alone, trying to finish up some homework I had in that class.
I heard the door open slowly, and I looked up, thinking it was Mrs. Johnson coming in to see if I needed any help.
I was wrong.
Luke Matthews walked in, his piercing blue eyes looking right at me.
My heart started beating really fast, and I looked back down at my paper, hoping he wouldn't come over to my table.
Of course, I was wrong again.
He came over to my table, and sat down next to me.
"Hey," he said softly.
I looked up, looking at him questioningly.
"What are you doing in here?" I asked quietly.
"I saw you sitting in here all alone, and thought I would keep you company," he replied.
I didn't say anything; I just looked back down at my paper.
I didn't want him to think he could just barge in here and talk to me.
Then I remembered what Sarah had told me about him being a nice guy.
Art Room Encounter