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[queenbeewrites]

💦WET DREAMS - CH. 7 [femdom story]

She was taken aback by his unexpected question, as it was something she had never even considered. "I don't know what I feel for you yet, but I find you extremely adorable," she calmly admitted, while gently caressing his hair into the dark night.

Her words silenced him, and he laid back on her chest, finding solace in her arms, even though he couldn't sleep peacefully, tangled in the complexity of his emotions.

As a new day dawned, he found himself in biology class, seated next to Ridhan at the front desk, recounting the events of the previous night. "She said she doesn't know what she feels for me."

To Ridhan, it seemed she needed time to unravel her own feelings, considering the speed at which everything had unfolded. "It's still new. Give her some time to figure it out, and she'll let you know."

"But I can't shake the feeling that she doesn't feel the same way," he quietly confessed, mindful of the teacher's warnings. "It's your first time, and that's making you overthink. People are different, and we know how she is. She'll be direct with you. Don't worry."

Their conversation once again caught the attention of the teacher, who promptly reminded them of proper classroom behavior by throwing a piece of chalk in their direction. "Are you sitting in a garden, gentlemen?" he boomed, drawing the focus of the entire class to Vihan's embarrassed face and Ridhan's nonchalant demeanor.

As expected, Vihan quickly apologized, the interruption cut short by the ringing bell. "All right, everyone. We'll finish this chapter tomorrow, and I hope there are no more garden talks here," the frustrated teacher declared, his stern gaze lingering on Vihan and Ridhan.

"You missed the class!" Vritti remarked composedly, navigating through the bustling crowd of students after the first class, spotting Leena calmly making her way. "I had to go back to my place to change," Leena explained, falling into step with Vritti as they headed to their next class.

"You did it?" Vritti smirked, noticing the glow on Leena's face. "I knew it. Tell me everything!" Excitement brimming, Vritti stopped before the classroom.

"Come here." Gently pulling Vritti aside, Leena shared the details with her, as girls often do, adding, "He asked me if I like him. But I figured out that I'm just sexually attracted to him." Vritti's face registered astonishment, her tone inadvertently becoming louder. "What? Did he think you like him?"

"I don't know. I never showed him any signs," Leena responded, being cautious of eavesdroppers. "What did you say then?" Vritti, concerned, pressed for details.

Recounting the exact words she had used with Vihan, Leena received an unexpected hit on the shoulder from Vritti. "Are you mad? You shouldn't have given him hope. Now he thinks you're trying to figure out your feelings for him."

"I didn't mean to do that," she replied, rubbing her shoulder, puzzled by Vritti's reaction. She had always been sharp in many things but struggled to read emotions.

"You're seriously clueless," Vritti sighed, feeling defeated by Leena's obliviousness. "You need to clear this misunderstanding. Otherwise, you'll lead him on."

"But I don't think he likes me," Leena said, once again displaying her unawareness. "Are you joking? Did you really not realize he likes you when he asked you that question?"

"He might have just asked it for no reason," Leena answered. "God! Just tell him you don't like him and just want to sleep with him."

"I will when the right time comes," Vritti insisted, rejecting her friend's suggestion and growing tired of educating Leena about emotional matters, but couldn't force her to do something she didn't want.

As the day wound down, tired students streamed out of college. Saanvi stood by the college gate, engaged in a discussion with Ridhan and Vihan about their usual café when Leena and Vritti joined them.

"What are you guys talking about?" Vritti inquired, catching Leena's eyes locking with Vihan's. Vihan stood bashfully by Ridhan's side, averting his gaze from Leena, who was positioned next to Saanvi.

A sudden warmth surged through Vihan as he caught the first glimpse of Leena for the day. Their paths hadn't crossed, as she was busy catching up on notes from a missed class.

"Let's go then. The food description sounds pretty appetizing," Vritti suggested, noticing Leena's intense gaze on Vihan's flushed face. She gently nudged her, prompting Leena to rejoin the conversation and subtle down her gaze at him.

After a ten-minute walk, they reached the café with an unusual silence between Leena and Vihan. "It's perfect for students," Saanvi remarked as they settled at their usual table.

Leena gracefully took a seat across from Vihan by the window, creating a subtle yet intense dynamic between them, reminiscent of a lioness eyeing her prey.

He didn't recognize how to behave in front of her after their steamy night, yet tried to water down his rising emotion and the enticing situation.

As the others conversed after placing their orders, Leena, unnoticed by everyone else, teased Vihan by discreetly sliding her foot from his toes to his crotch, leaving him astonished. It was an unexpected move from her. But again, she was someone he had never crossed paths with.

Vihan's heart raced, fingers tightly intertwined, and eyes darting around to ensure no one noticed her provocative actions. Leena, smirking at his discomfort, skillfully used her foot to stimulate him, all while sending a provocative text instructing him to feign illness and cancel the study session at his place.

Confused but compliant, Vihan stopped them on the way to his house. Saanvi, concerned, asked, "What happened?" Leena swiftly intervened, suggesting they skip the study session, sparing him from further lies and believing no one had noticed her covert moves.

But, Vritti, perceptive of the change in Leena's behavior, wondered about her intentions. "She's right. Let the poor lad rest," Vritti agreed, and Ridhan, too, observed the situation closely, staring at Vihan's flushed face.

Ridhan's gaze shifted to the strong gaze between Leena and Vihan as if they were communicating in a language only they understood.

With the study session abandoned, everyone dispersed, leaving Vihan and Leena alone. "Why did you ask me to lie?" Vihan questioned, his eyes meeting her unwavering gaze. "I want to show you something. And they are annoying," Leena responded, gently intertwining her fingers with his in public, surprising him with her public affection, and leading the way towards his house.

Silently walking by her side, Vihan couldn't decipher her motives. But without questioning, he followed her, intrigued by what she intended to reveal.

They swiftly reached his house, and his fingers fumbled with the key to unlock the door. Standing behind him and watching him struggle, she gently took the key from his hands, signaling for him to step aside and watch as she effortlessly unlocked the door.

She allowed him to enter first, locking the door behind her. As they stood at the entrance, he felt a surge of anticipation, his senses heightened, trying to anticipate what might unfold next.

They were alone and anything could happen. Anything like the last night.

She stepped closer to him, her lips an inch away, exciting him even more, prompting his head to think and imagine a steamy kiss.

But with careful steps, she instructed him to follow her, restraining her hungry lips from kissing him. Bewildered from not being kissed, he nodded and moved with her in silence, accompanied only by the soft sounds of their footsteps.

She entered his room and walked to his table, gracefully bending down, she turned on his laptop and then turned back to gaze at him with serene eyes. "Sit here," she whispered, grasping his shoulder and guiding him to a chair, while she positioned herself behind him.

"These are the things I wish to do to you," she said, adding a video to his view—a male on his knees, hands tied, throat collared, and mouth gagged.

His eyes widened at the sight of the male whimpering as a woman rubbed his length with her heel, calling him a good boy like she did the previous night.

"I don't expect you to like it. I don't even expect you to want to do this with me," she whispered into his ears, kissing his neck and causing a jolt through his body, his member stirring inside his pants. "But I like this, and I wish you would too."

"I wish you would kneel before me like this," she added, gripping his fist on the chair, noticing his wide eyes as she continued to trail her tongue along his neck.

"It's unconventional, right?" She pulled back, standing tall as if the previous moments hadn't just made his body quiver and sent shivers down his spine. "I'll give you two days to think. If you want this, we'll continue whatever we have, or we will part ways as if nothing ever happened."

Her words prompted him to stand up and face her, agreeing to her conditions. "Don't be so quick," she chuckled at his eager expression, adding, "If you think this is a one or two-time thing and I'll get over it, that's not going to happen."

"I will do whatever you want," he stammered, rushing to express his willingness, cutting off her words, eyes pleading with her to believe him. "Are you sure?" She asked once again, stepping closer into his personal space, and he nodded, watching her lean towards his neck.

"Hmm." She inhaled his scent again getting reminded of the Cala lillies. "But I'll still give one more chance," she said, stepping back, regaining control. "Go through everything about it, find out what you like or don't like. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

"That's it?" He questioned, observing her sitting on his bed. "Yeah. That's it." Noticing the bewildered look on his face, she clarified, "Don't worry; I will not touch you until I get your permission. Yesterday was just—umm. It just happened." Her eyes wandered, settling on a painting of Cala Lilies.

But the truth was he wanted it to happen again.

A heavy silence enveloped them, leaving him physically tense and frustrated. He just didn't understand her, no matter how hard he tried. And despite convincing himself that she didn't like him, he yearned for her touch, a confirmation that she liked him.

"Can you cook something for me?" She broke the silence, pulling him from his thoughts. "I want to eat something you cook."

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END OF THE CHAPTER

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