I don't remember when it was that I realized he was always looking at me--in class, at recreation time, and in the church. At first I thought that he was watching over me to punish me for something I was doing wrong. I don't know if I realized when he was looking at me but I felt his eyes on me as if his look were tracing me. I turned my head and there he was. When he realized I was looking at him, he turned his gaze away from me. I didn't understand why he had this attitude and felt a bit annoyed.
Sometimes I would hide during recreation time and would watch him to see what he was doing. He was going from one place to another like he was looking for someone. I stopped hiding where I had been and through the glass reflection of a window I observed him. When he discovered me, he came my way. I was only a few meters away from him. I pretended to be leafing through a book, but he was looking at me. He was looking at my legs. He closed his eyes a little as though he wanted to record my image his head and sighed deeply. It was then that I suddenly realized what he wanted. He liked me and liked my legs. I felt a bit confused and at the same time assaulted. I turned around and I stared at his eyes. He lightly smiled at me, but I responded to his smile with an irritated look.
Then he looked away from me and each one of us went in opposite directions. That afternoon I couldn't stop thinking about him. What did he want from me? His desire for me made my vanity grow. That night in my bedroom I looked at the back of my legs in the mirror. They seemed beautiful; they seemed almost like those of a girl. In bed I was masturbating, imagining that at this moment he might be doing the same while thinking of me. The next day it was I who began to pursue him. I wanted to see how his eyes shined when he looked at my body. A few times I crossed his path. I wanted to flirt, to excite him. I smiled at him shamelessly. One of the times I noticed a bulge in his pants. I also saw how he tried to arrange his erect penis in his pants with one of his hands. I felt really proud of the power that I had over him and I flirtingly smiled to assure him I liked his interest in me. But ever since then he began to avoid me.
Sometimes I would hide during recreation time and would watch him to see what he was doing. He was going from one place to another like he was looking for someone. I stopped hiding where I had been and through the glass reflection of a window I observed him. When he discovered me, he came my way. I was only a few meters away from him. I pretended to be leafing through a book, but he was looking at me. He was looking at my legs. He closed his eyes a little as though he wanted to record my image his head and sighed deeply. It was then that I suddenly realized what he wanted. He liked me and liked my legs. I felt a bit confused and at the same time assaulted. I turned around and I stared at his eyes. He lightly smiled at me, but I responded to his smile with an irritated look.
Then he looked away from me and each one of us went in opposite directions. That afternoon I couldn't stop thinking about him. What did he want from me? His desire for me made my vanity grow. That night in my bedroom I looked at the back of my legs in the mirror. They seemed beautiful; they seemed almost like those of a girl. In bed I was masturbating, imagining that at this moment he might be doing the same while thinking of me. The next day it was I who began to pursue him. I wanted to see how his eyes shined when he looked at my body. A few times I crossed his path. I wanted to flirt, to excite him. I smiled at him shamelessly. One of the times I noticed a bulge in his pants. I also saw how he tried to arrange his erect penis in his pants with one of his hands. I felt really proud of the power that I had over him and I flirtingly smiled to assure him I liked his interest in me. But ever since then he began to avoid me.