“Besides, it makes everything more exciting.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“Do you know what my last thought is at night? You, on top of me…”
“Kerry!”
“I think about it every time I go to bed – and I’m sure you can guess what happens after that.”
“That depends…” her voice is anxious. “Is it something that goes against our agreement?”
“It’s something that would force you to write a new one.”
More silence, then heavy breathing.
“You know how much I love rules.”
She’s seducing me; and I like it.
“Are you telling me that you want to hear me say it?”
“I guess I could make an exception.”
I move my hand slowly up and down my dick and look at it. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to do this more than I do now.
“No exceptions, Headmistress. You need to hear everything,” my hand starts to move a little faster. “And you need to hear it in person.”
Niall
“What’s this?” Skylar asks my mother.
“Apple tart,” she says, innocently, placing a baking tray on the kitchen counter. She takes off her over glove and smiles at my daughter, who looks like she wants to gouge her grandma’s eyes out with a fork.
“I thought it might be nice.”
I sit on the stool. I don’t want to miss this.
“Nice for what?”
“For your date.”
I don’t even attempt to stifle my laughter.
“Date?!” Skylar cries, horrified.
“To study,” my mother says, trying to retrace her steps. “A study date.”
“I knew this was a shitty idea!”
“Why? What’s the problem?”
My mum’s a better actor than me – I’d almost fall for her shocked, angelic expression. But Skylar doesn’t.
“Are you taking the piss?”
Now I have to intervene. “Watch your language.”
She glares at me, then turns back to my mother.
