Lila's POV
The next day felt like a blur. I barely slept the night before because my mind kept replaying the two very different kisses — Jax's deep, passionate one in the classroom and Miles's more aggressive, hungry kiss in his car. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw their faces, felt their hands, and remembered how easily my body had reacted. By morning I was sleepy all day in class. I couldn't concentrate on the lectures or my notes. All I could think about were wild scenes with Jax and Miles.
In my head, Miles's hand was squeezing my breast again while Jax kissed me deeply. The images made my body hot. I felt that familiar ache between my legs and a wetness starting to build. I shook my head quickly, trying to push the thoughts away. There was a sensation in my groin that I couldn't explain, but I knew it was my perverted mind working overtime. I crossed my legs under the desk and tried to focus, but it was useless.
When classes finally ended, I wanted to go straight to the dorm. Not because I was hoping to be kissed or touched again — at least that's what I told myself — but because I needed to thank Jax properly for the money he lent me. It was a big help for Mom's hospital bills, and I didn't want him to think I was taking it for granted.
I changed into my tight black uniform in the staff room and started my usual routine. Instead of finding Jax or Miles, I ran into Theo near the hallway.
"Hi Lila," he said with his usual playful grin. "You just got here. You seem in a hurry. Are you late or something?"
"Oh no," I replied, feeling a little shy. "I'm just looking for Jax. Do you know where he is?"
"Ah, Jax is still out. What are you looking for?" Theo asked.
I couldn't tell him the real reason. He might think I was taking advantage of his friend. "Nothing. I just wanted to thank him for helping me, but maybe I'll tell him later when he gets back."
"Okay," Theo said. Then he added, "Oh yeah, I think you need to go to the lounge. Someone accidentally spilled cola on the floor and it's pretty sticky. You know?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll change and then come over. Thanks for letting me know," I said.
Theo winked at me before walking away, leaving me with a small smile despite everything.
I quickly finished getting ready and headed to the lounge with my mop, bucket, and cleaning supplies. I knocked softly on the door.
"Come in," Theo's voice called from inside.
I opened the door and saw him sitting at his computer, playing a game. He looked relaxed, headphones half on, fingers moving on the keyboard.
"It's me," I said. "I'm going to clean up that cola spill you mentioned earlier."
Theo pointed to the spot right next to his desk without looking away from the screen. "Thanks, Lila."
I walked over and stood not far from him, then started mopping the sticky floor. The cola had dried in places, so I had to scrub a bit harder. I felt nervous because Theo was right there watching me work. The uniform rode up slightly every time I bent over, and I was very aware of how my thick thighs and round belly looked in the tight fabric.
I tried to focus on cleaning, but my mind kept drifting back to the kisses from yesterday. My body was still sensitive from all the thoughts I had in class. Every movement made me feel the slight dampness in my panties.
Suddenly, Theo stood up behind me. I didn't hear him move until he was close.
"You're really good at scrubbing floors," he whispered, his breath brushing the back of my neck.
I froze, the mop still in my hands. "Theo… what are you doing?"
"Nothing," he said innocently, but his voice had a teasing edge. "I just can't stand by while you're busy here. I want to help you."
His hands gently rested on my waist from behind. The touch was light at first, but it sent a spark through me. I stayed still, gripping the mop handle tighter. I knew I should tell him to stop, but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, I tried not to lean into his touch too obviously.
Theo's fingers slowly slid up and down my sides, tracing the curve of my soft belly through the uniform. "You feel so nice," he murmured. "All these soft curves… I like how your body moves when you clean."
My breathing quickened. Heat rushed between my legs again. I was getting wet — fast. The gentle way he touched me, combined with his playful voice, made my pussy throb.
"Theo…" I whispered, but it came out more like a soft plea than a protest.
"Shh, just keep cleaning, baby girl," he said quietly. "I'm only helping."
One of his hands moved lower, sliding over my wide hip and then gently squeezing my thick thigh. I bit my lip, trying not to moan. My legs felt weak. I continued mopping slowly, but my movements were shaky now. Theo's other hand came around to my front, resting on my round belly and rubbing it in slow circles.
"God, this soft belly is so fucking cute," he whispered against my ear. "I want to kiss it someday. Feel how warm and plush you are."
A small whimper escaped me. I was soaked now, my panties completely drenched. The dirty talk and his light touches were driving me crazy. I knew I should push his hands away, but I didn't. I just stood there, helpless, letting him explore while I pretended to focus on the floor.
Theo's hand on my thigh slowly moved higher, slipping under the short hem of my uniform. His fingers brushed the inside of my soft thigh, getting closer and closer to where I was aching. I trembled, gripping the mop so hard my knuckles turned white.
When his fingertips finally touched my pussy through the wet fabric of my panties, I gasped and grabbed his wrist instinctively.
"No…" I whispered, my voice shaky.
Theo paused, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in and kissed my shoulder softly, his lips warm against my skin.
"Yes, baby girl," he whispered right next to my ear, his voice low and coaxing. "Let me feel how wet you are for me."
His words melted my resistance. Slowly, my grip on his wrist loosened. I let his hand go. Theo made a soft approving sound and gently pressed his fingers against my soaked panties, rubbing my swollen pussy through the fabric.
"You're dripping, Lila," he murmured, his breath hot on my shoulder. "So fucking wet already. Does it feel good when I touch you like this?"
I nodded weakly, unable to speak. My hips twitched slightly against his hand as he continued the slow, teasing strokes. He didn't push his fingers inside — he just rubbed me gently over my panties, feeling how soaked I was while his other hand stayed on my soft belly, holding me steady.
"You're such a good girl," he praised quietly. "Letting me touch this pretty pussy while you're supposed to be cleaning. I love how responsive you are."
The pleasure built quickly. My breathing was ragged, my thighs trembling. Theo kept rubbing in slow circles, pressing just enough on my clit to make me whimper softly.
Then, just as suddenly as he started, he stopped. He kissed my shoulder one more time, gave my pussy one final gentle pat through my panties, and stepped back.
I stood there breathing hard, my body on fire, my panties completely ruined. Theo casually walked back to his chair, sat down, and picked up his game controller again like nothing had happened.
I stayed frozen for a few seconds, my legs shaky and my mind spinning. The lounge felt hotter than before. I was so wet that I could feel it starting to trickle down my inner thigh. My pussy throbbed with need, but Theo had already gone back to his game, a small satisfied smile on his face.
I picked up the mop with trembling hands and tried to finish cleaning the sticky cola spill, but my body was still buzzing from his touch and his dirty words.
Theo had only touched me for a short time, but it was enough to leave me aching and desperate. And now I had to finish my shift like this — wet, flustered, and wondering what would happen when I finally saw Jax again.
The night was still young, and I had a feeling things were only going to get more intense.