A Hardcore Crush Part 2 - Sex Stories

A Hardcore Crush Part 2

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since the intense, passionate encounter. Clarissa had managed to get Matt out of her mind. For entire 20 minute stretches anyway. Not only had he completely dominated her body, but now he had gotten into her mind and taken it over as well. It wasn’t fair, how could one person, one encounter, so completely and thoroughly dominate her waking moments? Sleep moments too, she would awaken feeling shaken and weak, as if she’d experienced an incredible orgasm even within her dreams. It was making her crazy. Clarissa had gone on a couple of dates in the last two weeks, but could not maintain interest in either of them. They were good looking; intelligent, and normally she would’ve said yes to a second date. But given her mental state of distraction, she turned them down. It made her angry. He wasn’t coming back, and she needed to get him out of her mind. He was like a fever she couldn’t get to go away, leaving her hot and flushed. ‘Clarissa, this is ridiculous, get a hold of yourself. It was a thing. A thing that will never work in the real world, there are so many factors at work against it that you have to dismiss it from your mind.” The self talk would work for awhile, but he always crept back in. All variety of triggers would bring her thoughts around to him again, the sound of masculine laughter that imitated Matt’s; a scent of cologne that smelled just like him. The worst trigger of all was the other day in school. Tristan had come into ...

... the office, his face full of frustration. She could tell the day had not gone so well for him. He came over to her desk and bent over it as he usually did when he wanted her attention drawn away from grading and emails. Clarissa got the message. She looked up at him, quietly taking in his mood and waiting for him to get whatever he needed to say out. “I’ve had it, I can’t take these crazy shannanigans any longer!” “What shannanigans occurred today that brought this on?” Clarissa knew it must have been something pretty rough. Tristan did not let things get to him very easily. Clarissa didn’t either, and they had an easy comfort around each other because of that fact. So seeing him so visibly upset was almost disturbing. “It’s Evan. Again. I’ve tried being patient with him all year, and here it is April and he still doesn’t want to play cool in my class. The cops came in today, with the dogs. Into my class! The dumbass had cocaine in his backpack. In his backpack!” Then, after his rant, Tristan growled. Growled low in his throat, just like Matt had done when he was about to take her….Clarissa quickly excused herself and practically ran from the office. By the time she made it to the staff bathroom and locked the door, she was breathless; panting. Her fingers went to her satin panties, and found they were soaked. The reaction was quick, crazy, and completely unexpected. She began to massage gently, moans escaping her throat, for she knew that this would be a swift and intense ...