Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Mid-December approaches, as does my birthday. I’ve been dreading it, as it only means winter recess is a week away. I don’t know what I’ll do with my time away from my favorite teacher.
Chloe greets me with a crown as soon as she jumps into my car. She asked to ride with me today because apparently Ashley has something this morning. I had a feeling it was a set up, and as I spot her by my locker waiting with balloons, I see I was right.
“Ashley,” I groan.
“You only turn eighteen once,” she squeals. The crown is easy to hide in my locker, but the balloons are another story.
Today’s a study hall day, and despite desperately wanting to see my afternoon entertainment, I end up eating in the lunchroom for the first time in over a month. I simply can’t go unnoticed with the balloons in tow, and I don’t want to ruin anything by getting caught.
It’s funny though, how Chloe says people are talking about my crush on Mr. Harrington, because no one’s cracking jokes today, as the teacher let’s his teacher’s pet’s friends bring in cupcakes for the whole class for her birthday. It’s actually a really sweet surprise from Chloe and Ashley. I’m so shocked they did this for me, as we haven’t exactly been close lately. Nevertheless, my entire chemistry class is enjoying this little impromptu birthday party while Mr. Harrington goes about his lesson.
I may have purposely sucked the frosting off my fingers a few times, lingering a little longer than necessary.
Call me naughty, call me bold, but I’m excited to give him something to work with for next time.
JUST ONE
Gracie has a doctor’s appointment, and Chloe is still getting a ride with Ashley, so the day after break ends I rush to school so early that I’m not sure if it will even be open.
It is, thankfully, and I head down the familiar empty hallways with only one thing, one person, on my mind.
I have the new messenger bag I got for Christmas slung over my shoulder, and my heavy down-filled jacket is still on. I don’t even stop at my locker and instead b-line it from my car straight to his office.
It’s been the longest twelve days of my life.
I take giant steps as I bound down the hall, turning the final corner sharply, rushing to my very own finish line.
“Luci,” my name sounds like music on his lips, sweet and powerful. Of course he’d be here early too, waiting, his smile almost as big as mine. “How was your break?”
“Long,” I let out a deep sigh. I want to run up and hug him. In fact, my heel is already off the floor, but I push my toes down, telling myself not to.
“Yeah,” he laughs, our gaze lingering a little too long to be considered entirely appropriate.
“Come on, Trouble,” he sighs, opening his office door for me. “Let’s catch up.”
I feel perverted for being so excited for lunch, but I’m so turned on I can’t wait. I only hope his habits didn’t change over break. Twelve days seemed more like twelve years, and when I lean against his office door, I’m crushed, because I don’t hear anything. It’s so quiet that I back away just to check that the light is on.
It is.
I wait another few minutes before listening again, my heart sinking in despair when it’s silent. There’s no familiar moan or groan, just… nothing.
I turn the handle carefully and let the door fall open on it’s own, like I usually do. There’s rustling, he’s definitely in here, but I don’t see him. He’s not standing in his usual spot.
More rustling.
I think maybe he’s actually sitting at his desk doing work, so I push the door fully open and walk in. His eyes dart to mine, startled and surprised, as he suddenly shouts my name. It’s a toss between an angry cry and a sigh of relief. My eyes move from his shocked face down to where his hand is firmly wrapped around his penis. It’s the first time I actually get a decent look at it. God, it’s so solid and large, broad and thick, huge is probably the better word.
I don’t have time to enjoy him, as everything happens at once: Him, mid-stroke, clearly having only recently started, quickly covering himself the best he can as he swells at an unnatural pace while shouting my name.
“Luci!” His cry is a mixture of bewilderment - stunned that I walked in, and full of pleasure, from seeing me, because he’s suddenly coming. Hard.
I watch as it oozes between his tight-gripped fingers, my erect, turned on nipples rub uncomfortably against my bra as wetness surges in my underwear. I suddenly crave my finger. The fact that he was still so far from release yet got there so quickly, just from seeing me, increases my lust at an extraordinarily rapid pace. I can’t help but freeze, out of embarrassment; I’m astonished - staring, gazing, admiring, but more than anything, wishing and praying. For this is a pivotal moment.