@ncpotism, — piper
as hard as she tried, boys tended not to pay attention to piper. it wasn’t like she wasn’t putting the effort in, she’d done everything her girl friends had told her to do, bought all the short skirts and push up bras she could afford, laughed at their dumb jokes and dropped everything she possibly could for the excuse of bending over. none of it had worked, they always ended up with other girls and she was left feeling a fool. maybe that was why she’d been flirting with her professor, he was so out of her league that at least there would be no rejection, it was just a bit of practice for the other boys. she thought he was gorgeous, obviously, but it wasn’t like she ever thought in a million years they’d be where they were now, with nathan confessing how hard she made him and how badly he wanted her. it felt as though she’d been hit by a bus, the sudden realization that she had managed to turn someone on made her suddenly hyper aware of her stupid little plaid skirt and lacy white shirt, the one she wore purposefully because you could see her rosy nipples poking against the sheer fabric. it was embarrassing and yet she’d never been so wet before. “i… i don’t know what to say, sir.” she almost whispered the words, unsure what she could possibly say to such a confession. “i didn’t― honestly, i didn’t think you would notice me. no one else had before and i― i was just practicing.” it was humiliating to be in her twenties and to only have had one proper sexual experience, though she didn’t want to admit that to him and make herself appear to be desperate; even though that was exactly what she was.
Practicing. Practicing. P r a c t i c i n g ?! Oh, he was going mad. Absolutely fucking mad. “Prac—practicing?” A laugh escaping him, rolling deep from within and now he had to look away from her. “Jesus fucking Christ, this is embarrassing for me.” Still chuckling as he ran his hands over his face, “Oh my god, you didn’t even... So you weren’t... Jesus fuck,” he could feel the heat radiating off his face. “I... I’m so sorry,” he said, turning to face her, directing his gaze to her face — her face and not...anywhere else. Certainly not her skirt, not her blouse that quite frankly...was not hiding a damn thing. He hated how his cock still swelled, still twitched as he tried not to glance, but still somewhat did. “Piper, I’m...so sorry, I just...really unloaded a lot on you that... Was clearly just...entirely one sided on my part. Practicing. I can’t...” There was a pause in thought, brows furrowed in slight confusion. “Wait,” brown eyes betraying his initial thought and roamed her in full, from the little skirt to see through blouse, no bra, making him wonder if she even bothered with knickers. “...no one’s...noticed you before? I find that hard to believe, I mean... You always look... I think — you bloody well know what I think, I made that pretty obvious now.” Shaking his head, “You don’t...need all that. You know? You’re very beautiful and smart, if no one sees that, then.... Fuck ‘em. And not, actually go try and fuck them, like, forget them. They’re not... Who exactly were you...practicing on me....for? Because if it was for that jock, well, mission accomplished. He was constantly drooling over you so much I wanted to punch him, Piper. You’re not as...invisible as you think you are.”
