TALES OF NORA WILLIAMS
The bell rang, ending English-Lit class. Mr. Harrison's voice was lost in the scrape of chairs and the murmur of students packing up. Benjamin Damien watched as Nora stood and gathered her books. She moved with Daine, her friend, not looking back at him. He had watched the back of her head for the entire hour. He had seen nothing of the board, heard nothing of the lesson. His focus had been solely on her, on the straight line of her shoulders, on the way she tucked her hair behind her ear.
Three days of silence. Three days of his texts sitting unread, of her avoiding his eyes in the hallway. It had felt like a physical weight pressing on his chest. He had replayed their last conversation a hundred times. In a chat three days ago, he had told her he was developing feelings for her. He had said he didn't care if it was too soon. Her reply had been slow in coming, and then it stopped altogether.
His friends, Marcus, Leo, and Sam, waited for him by the door. They didn't say anything, just gave him questioning looks. Ben gave them a short nod. He pulled out his phone and typed a message to Nora as he walked.
"Meet me in the boys' toilet. We need to talk."
Nora felt her phone buzz in her pocket as she and Diane walked out of the classroom. She read the message on the screen. For a second, she considered ignoring it. She considered shoving the phone back in her pocket and going to lunch with Diane, and acting as if nothing had happened.
But the thought of his face, the genuine confusion she had seen in his eyes before she looked away in class, made her pause. She had been the one to start this. She had texted him. She had gone to his party and his bedroom three weeks ago. She had been the one who wanted just sex, just a physical thing with no strings. And it had been good. Better than good. It was easy and comfortable with him in a way she hadn't expected.
Then he had to go and say he had feelings.
It was the same script. The same words Jake had used. The same attention, the same way of making her feel like she was the only person in the world. She had fallen for it once, hard. She had given Jake her virginity on a night that felt special, felt real. And then he vanished. No calls, no texts. She had to find out from a friend that his girlfriend had moved back to town, and he was using her to fill the time. The hurt from that was a dull, constant ache she had built walls to contain.
She didn't want that again. She didn't want to be someone's placeholder. All she wanted from Ben was what they had been doing—no labels, no promises, no messy feelings.
But the thought of him waiting for her, of his message, pulled at her.
She turned to Diane. "Go ahead. I'll catch up."
Diane raised an eyebrow but didn't question her. Nora waited until the hallway cleared a little, then walked quickly towards the boys' toilets. She checked the corridor, saw it was empty, and pushed the door open just enough to slip inside.
"Ben?" she whispered.
He stepped out from one of the cubicles. His face was serious, but his eyes softened when he saw her.
"You came," he said. His voice was quiet, relieved.
"What do you want, Ben?" Nora kept her voice low. "This is stupid. Anyone could walk in."
"It's safe. My friends are outside. They'll warn us." He took a step towards her. He wasn't smiling. He looked tired. "I'm not good at hiding things, Nora. I'm not good at pretending I don't feel what I feel. I told you something, and then you just…went off on me. No reply. You won't look at me."
Nora shifted her weight, her arms crossed over her chest. "It's too soon."
"I know." He took another step. There was only a foot of space between them now. "And I'm sorry if I made you feel weird. That wasn't my intention." He paused. "Listen, Nora, loving someone isn't a crime. I just…" He trailed off, searching for the right words. "I don't like the silence. I'd rather you tell me to back off than disappear on me."
She looked at the floor, at the scuffed white tiles. Her chest felt tight. She had a script for anger. She had a script for dismissiveness. But he wasn't following the script. He wasn't pushing. He was standing there, being honest.
"I don't want a relationship, Ben," she said, her voice firmer than she felt. "That's not what this was supposed to be. I can't do that with you…or anyone."
"Okay." He nodded slowly. "Then we take it slow. However, you want. Just…don't shut me out again."
She finally looked up at him. His brown eyes were steady on hers, patient and open. Her resolve, the walls she had so carefully constructed, felt like they were cracking. He wasn't demanding anything. He was asking her to stay.
He reached out slowly, giving her time to move away. She didn't. His fingers brushed her cheek, his palm warm against her skin. Then he leaned in and kissed her. It was soft at first, a gentle gesture asking if he was allowed. She didn't pull back. She let herself feel the warmth of him, the solid presence. She kissed him back.
When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers. His hand was still on her cheek.
"You drive me insane, Nora Williams," Ben muttered, pulling her body closer until there was no space left between them.
Nora could feel his boner pressing against her belly. "Is it safe in here?" She asked, gesturing to his little man.
Ben smiled. "Sure. We are guarded and safe." His hands trailed down her mini skirt, and he rubbed her clit against the fabric of her panties. She moaned.
His cock was already hard in his trousers when she touched him. "I should do your little man a huge favor with my lips." She dropped down on her knees and unbuttoned his trousers. She pulled it down to his ankles and rubbed his cock through the boxer before dragging it down too.
Nora met his gaze as she licked the tip of his cock. He closed his eyes with his hand coming down on her head. He controlled her head and thrust into her mouth. She sucked his dick.
"Yeah, right there, Nora. You are so good at this." Ben moaned.
Nora stroked him. "I am going to make you cum." She pushed down his length into her throat, bobbed her head a few seconds before she gagged. She began to stroke him with her palm again.
Ben let out a low growl. "Fuck it, Nora. We don't have much time in here." He pulled up her skirt and squeezed her ass cheeks while he kissed her.
He led them to the sink and made her bend over completely. He pulled off her panties and pushed two fingers into her core.
"Oh yes. Right there, Ben. Go deeper. Please!" She begged.
He used her wetness to coat her clit as he massaged it. "Oh fuck me! You're so incredible!" His fingers pushed in deeper, causing her to moan loudly.
Ben placed his hand on her mouth to shut her up. "Keep it down...girl! We are in school!" He slammed his cock into her.
Nora would have screamed, but his strong hand over her mouth already muffled her sound. He fucked her pussy, moving in and out harder and faster.
"Oh...I love this so much! Do you feel me?" Ben groaned.
Nora nodded her head repeatedly. "Oh yes…yes… I love it." She muffled.
His large hand reached for her neck, almost choking her. "You're gonna cum for me." He pounded into her pussy, hitting her base constantly.
"I'm close…"
Her walls closed up around him, and she came. He swirled her to face him, raised one of her legs, and rammed into her. Nora tried not to scream out so she wouldn't attract other students' attention. He pushed into her deeper until she could feel her legs starting to fail. She wound her hands around his neck to support her weight.
"I am gonna cum now!" He rammed into her, and a few seconds later, he released into her. Then realization hit him.
"Shit! Shit!" Ben steadied her gently as he pulled out of her.
Nora let out a giggle. "Hey, calm down, I'm on pills."
Ben's worried expression relaxed a bit. "Good girl." He kissed her forehead.
They held each other for two minutes, just breathing in and out heavily, trying to catch enough breath before they got to clean up.
"Are you free this weekend?" Ben asked.
"I don't have plans yet. Why?"
Ben held her hands. "How about we go to the movies?"
A smile formed on Nora's face. "Are you asking me on a date, Benjamin Damien?"
"Yes, Nora Williams."