It’s Monday morning, and I couldn’t be any more ready to have Theodore all to myself before class.
The steaming water from my shower soothes my skin, relaxing its early-morning swelling as I strip myself of every patch of hair on my body.
I don’t leave the water until I’m shining, smooth, and exfoliated. I want the sweet smell of my vanilla body wash to soak into his clothes. And as he walks around class, with the breeze from his open door blowing past his face, I want Mr. Ellis to drown in the aroma of my cherry perfume, stopping him in the middle of his teaching just to fall into the scent of me.
Using my hair-drying brush, I make sure my hair is flowy and soft. I no longer need to hide my bruises. They’re already starting to fade into nothing, but just in case a tint of blue or red is left behind, I pull my curls to lie in front.
Once my hair is styled, I drop the towel, running my hands down my damp, naked flesh. Between the valley of my breasts, I close my eyes, picturing his fingers leaving a trail of shivers as he follows the droplets of water.
Down and down his touch goes, past my quaking sternum, dipping into my navel. I can feel the heat of my core against my fingertips, dripping onto my thighs. He cleans me up with his tongue, lapping at my drenched pussy until I’m a puddle on the floor.
The fantasy ends with a bang. With my orgasm barely contained by a thread, I hurriedly wrap the towel back around my body and step out of my bathroom.
“What are you doing awake so early?” my mom asks, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes as she hovers just outside the bathroom door.
Calming down my racing heart, I think about the sounds I was making when I thought I was alone. Masturbation isn’t anything I’m ashamed of, but fuck, I pray I didn’t moan Mr. Ellis’s name loud enough for her to comprehend.
“I couldn’t sleep. So I figured I should head to school a little early and work on my final before class.”
Please don’t say no.
Please don’t say no.
“Isn’t it a littletooearly? I mean, is anyone even there?”
“Oh yeah, teachers are always there by six. They have meetings and stuff,” I lie. I have no fucking idea if anyone will be there. But I hope not. Maybe then Mr. Ellis and I could be a little more adventurous than we have been.
She gives me a quizzical look, surveying me up and down before finally saying, “Okay, then. Let me know when you’re ready to leave, and I’ll take you.”
“No, it’s okay.” I wave off her offer. “I was going to take my bike. I need the exercise.”
At this point, my mother is glaring at me like I grew an extra set of eyes, but again, she agrees. Then, walking out with light steps, she disappears somewhere down the stairs, probably to find Dad before he leaves for work.
Keeping the towel snug around my chest, I amble to the closet and scan my potential outfits.
“Skirt, dress, or pants.” Repeating that mantra, I pull out one of each outfit and lay them out on the bed. The jeans make my ass look terrific, but they’re a fucking nightmare when aroused, constantly bunching around my upper thighs, making me itchy and chafed. My plaid yellow skirt is cute, but I don’t feel like digging through the drawers for my favorite white knit sweater.
“Little black dress, it is,” I purr. Dropping the towel, I slide into the soft velvet material. The long sleeves glide like water along my skin. Its fabric is tight enough to tease my curves, but still breathable and flowy.
It's perfect for a little rendezvous against his bookshelf.
After lining up my chunky black boots beside the dresser, I jump on the bed and snuggle underneath the covers. Once the clock hits six-fifteen, I’ll be on my way.
I’m ready for you.I type, adding a chocolate-colored heart at the end of the message before sending it off.
Watching out for my curls, I roll onto my side, struggling through level five hundred and forty-six on Two Dots. I’m in the middle of spinning my gift wheel, when his response comes through.
I’m just waiting for you, pretty girl.
Squealing out a tiny shriek, I hastily tug on my chunky black boots and race down the stairs, colliding with my father on the way. He catches me as I stumble, keeping a firm grip on my shoulders until I’m steady on my feet.
“You’re leaving so soon?”
“Yeah, I need to catch up on my art final.”
“Hmm,” he grumbles, bobbing his head with a stern look. “Well, I’ll take you. Let's go.”
As he steps down the stairs, pulling my mom in for a kiss goodbye, I decline, “It’s okay. I was thinking of using my bike today since it’s going to be so nice out.”
