Vanessa smiled as he kissed her, she had won, he had given in first, now to enjoy herself. She pulled down his shirt, practically ripping the buttons off as she kissed him roughly. She grabbed his face and pushed her lips into his, trailing her way down to his neck and back up again. She ran her fingers down his back and then back up into his hair again.
Gaston took hold of her hips roughly, pressing them against his and grinding against her. He let her tongue slide against hers hungrily, his hands wandering every inch of her body. At the moment, there was nothing else except her body. It consumed his entire brain. He grabbed the backs of her thighs stealthily and wrapped her legs around his torso, locking her ankles behind him before entangling his fingers in her hair.
Vanessa felt his hand on her inner thigh, it took a lot for her not to push over the table and jump on him, but she was in control here. She crossed her legs forcing Gaston to remove her hand and smirk, she moved her hand slightly hair on his leg. “I’m nothing special, just your every day kinda girl” she smiled “Will you excuse me, I just have to use the rest room” instead of sliding out the other side of the booth, Vanessa hopped over Gaston, straddling him for a moment before whispering in his ear “But I don’t know where it is.. Can you show me?” she stood up walking in the direction off the bathrooms.
A little too eagerly, Gaston stood up and signaled the waitress that he’d be back in just a second. He looked around for Vanessa, finally spotting a glimpse of her dress and made her way over to her quickly. He grabbed her by the waist roughly and pressed her back against him, struggling to hold back a groan as her firm arse pressed against the front of his trousers. He guided her towards the entrance of the restrooms, but diverted their path to an empty ballroom. Without hesitation, Gaston locked the door behind him and backed Vanessa into a wall, pressing his lips against hers firmly.
Vanessa pulled her body closer to Gastons “I’m think a bit more of a privet area” she grinned. She let go of him and waited for the waitress to lead them to a darkish booth in the corner of the room. Vanessa sat down and slid to the middle of the chair and waited for Gaston to join her, when he did she returned her hand to his upper thigh and asked him “So, Gaston.. tell me about yourself” she smiled devilishly.
Gaston looked down at her hand, taking it as an invitation. He shamelessly put his hand on her thigh, pushing her dress aside and tracing circles with his thumb on the very soft flesh of her inner thigh. He flipped through the menu with his free hand, reading through the entrees without stopping the motion of his hand on her skin. “You already know all there is to know, beautiful. Let’s talk about you." He emphasized the last word and brought his hand up a bit higher, his knuckles almost scraping her panties.
Vanessa was laughing on the inside, she was like a spider, trapped its pray in its web and tortured it. She sat next to Gaston and as they rounded a corner Vanessa fell a little bit putting her hand on his upper thy. “Sorry” she said leaving it there for a little longer before turning away. Once they got to the restaurant, Vanessa let Gaston lead the way, as she walked into the little bistro the were tables everywhere, some out in the open, others in secluded booths. “Where are we sitting?” she smiled biting her finger.
It took all of his strength to keep himself under control in the cab, occupying his mind by playing out scenarios in his head…all of which ended up with her naked and sprawled out on his bed. That didn’t do anything to help the party in his trousers. It was a relief to get out of the cab and into the night air, which helped get his mind back in the game. He walked her inside, nodding to acquaintances. Her question made him raise his eyebrows. He stopped walking and turned to face her, pressing her body against his as he whispered in her ear. “We have a choice, doll. We could either sit out in the open and be seen….or be led to a very private table.”
Vanessa ran her hands down the side of her body, winking as she did so. She was planning on leading him on then rejecting him, leading him on and then rejecting him and if he was lucky he could get into her pants. “Sounds like fun” she whispered putting her hand on his shoulder. They walked out the front gate and hailed a taxi, Vanessa bent forward to get inside the cab so that from behind Gaston would be able to see the straps that were holding up her black stokings. “What’s the address?” she winked, creating some room in the back of the vehicle.
Gaston grinned dumbly at her touch, and even more as every step she took made her dress rise just a little…Her dress left almost nothing to the imagination, as it stuck to her like a second skin. He longed to run his hands up her sides and feel her hips…all in time, he supposed. He held the door open for her as the taxi drove up, and the sight of her exposed legs was enough to drag him out of his reverie. This girl was asking for it. He felt himself harden slightly as he stepped into the cab, adjusting himself through his trousers stealthily before turning to the cab driver and reciting the adress of an exclusive Italian restaurant.
Clarion blushed uncontrollably as his hand touched her cheek and she smiled warmly at him. “Well erm thank you all the same.” She cleared her throat for a second attempting to push back the embarrassment of the situation in her mind and move forward. “Well hello I’m Clarion Foxwood.” She said in her proper English accent. “However most people call me Clara, so you may all call me that if you’d like.” Almost like a reaction Clarion’s hand jutted forward inviting him to shake it, still maintaining her famous sweet smile. “I actually don’t believe I’ve see you around before but maybe I’m not very observant.” I mean I did walk into a freaking tree, I can’t look around me that much. But prehaps I just don’t tend to look at many other boys. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Gaston chuckled as he took her hand gently and raised it to his lips, pressing a chaste his to the upside of her hand. “It’s definitely a pleasure, Clara.” He let her hand linger near his lips for a more-than-necessary amount of time before letting it go slowly. “I’m Gaston Moreau.” The combination of her accent and her beautiful smile was almost too much for him. She was absolutely gorgeous, and had a sense of humour. Most girls would’ve been even more mortified if a guy had seen them walk into a stationary object. The memory brought a chuckle to his lips again, which he struggled to suppress. “I’m new here. I don’t believe we have any classes together….Pity.”
Vanessa has been speaking to Gaston over the last few days and finally they were actually going to meet up. Knowing Gaston was the schools man-whore Vanessa put on her shortest red dress accompanied by some black heels. When she heard the knock at the door she grabbed her phone as she opened the door. “Well hey there handsome” she winked leaning against the door “Don’t you look smashing” she said pulling her dorm door shut. “Where are we off too?” she smiled flirtatiously. She was going to make his night hell.
Gaston licked his lips subconsciously as he looked her up and down shamelessly. He’d always been a leg man, and seeing her smooth legs flattered with her black heels was a feast. She was dressed the way most girls went out with him when they were ready to give out, which gave him mixed feelings. On one hand, it would take minimal effort to get her back to his dorm….Yet, he felt disappointed. He really had been expecting more from her. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and get back in the game, smirking. “We have reservations, so we better get going,” he said, holding out his arm for her to take.
Tonight's Gonna Be A Good Night || Gaston & Vanessa
Gaston had dressed in one of his signature suits, giving himself a smirk as he looked in the mirror and straightened out his tie. Tonight was bound to be good. Like usual, he had a date, but there was something about this girl that had him on edge. She was funny and had an attitude. And something told him she wouldn’t be like those generic girls who gave out at the first wink in their direction. She was going to be a challenge, and he loved a good challenge.
He walked towards his bed and picked up his fat wallet, shoving it in his back pocket and grinning. Simply the sight of money had him in an even better mood. He put on his watch and made his way out the door, to pick Vanessa up. He walked across the grounds quickly, not really thinking about anything in specific, just anticipation for the night. He ran a hand through his hair as he finally reached her door, clearing his throat and knocking swiftly.