If you could write just someone’s body part into your will,you would. You thought of this as your tutor, Taehyung, sat next to you at thepicnic table desperately trying to get you to understand music theory for thenth time this week. His left hand was spread flat across your book, keeping it openagainst the wind. Three rings graced those long fingers collectively. You watchedas an occasional sunbeam caught the silver on one and it glinted blindinglyinto your eyes but that didn’t matter. What mattered is that his graceful handswere on full display in front of you. You briefly looked at his right, whichheld a pen so lightly, it looked like he must have been taught to write by a royal.He was furiously scribbling across a piece of paper, letters connecting toletters, several exclamation marks in a row as he tried to explain something toyou in a different way for the fourth time. But you didn’t hear anything as youfocused on his left hand once more. That was why you didn’t feel his slightswitch as he angled his body towards you, and he reached his right hand overhis body and underneath the table to your heat. You startled, quickly closingyour legs over his hands, not having even noticed that they had fell open ontheir own.

“Nuh uh,” he said as he placed his hand on your thigh andpulled your legs apart once more. His fingers ran along the cotton of yourunderwear. “I see the way you look at my hands. I bet you haven’t heard anythingI’ve said over the last ten minutes.”

You couldn’t even defend yourself. He was right. You were justas close to learning anything about music theory as you were before the classeven started. He pushed your underwear aside and you felt the coolness of oneof his rings touch your thigh. The table was under a small pavilion, big enoughonly for the one table, and it was relatively obscured by trees but anyonegoing along the path might look over and see. You were suddenly nervous, andTaehyung seemed to sense it. He had never moved his left hand from the book, sohe looked down and smiled, talking to you but never looking at you.

“Just act interested in what I’m saying. I am tutoring youafter all. Only you can give us away, sweetheart.”  

He pushed his finger inside of you until his cool ring wasnestled amongst your folds. He pulled his finger out almost all the way andpushed it back in. He angled his hand so that that roughness of the stonebrushed along your clit.

“Such a slut opening up for me in public like this.”

Your pussy squelched around his finger the faster he went,your juices dripping down his finger, and causing his ring to spin on hisfinger.

His lips were brushing along the shell of your ear now. Ifanyone looked over, they’d know exactly what he was doing but he didn’t seem tonotice nor care.

“You’ve wanted me to touch this pussy for a while. I knewyou were never listening to me.”

Small grains of wood pilled up underneath your fingernailsas they scraped along the table.