Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“I want to see the Mack Monster.” She lifts a hand to her mouth and giggles. “That’s what we called it.”
The Mack Monster swells with approval.
“It looks big in your jeans. Maybe Charity was right.” Sunny’s eyes narrow. “Did you show Charity your monster?”
“No.”
A huge smile breaks across Sunny’s face. “Of course you didn’t because I’m your best friend and should see it first before all those other bitches.”
That makes sense too. Sunny is my oldest friend. She should see my cock if she wants to and definitely before any other women. My hands go to my zipper. They move almost without me directing them, pulling down the metal fastener, then tugging and pushing down the denim past my hips and knees until I can kick them off my feet. My cockhead springs proudly between us—all ten inches, throbbing and ready.
Sunny’s mouth forms a circle. “My God, Mack. How do you even walk with that thing between your legs?”
“It’s not usually this size,” I choke out. The longer she stares, the harder and bigger my dick grows.
“No wonder you’re a virgin, Mack. You would kill a girl with that thing.”
I frown, hurt. “I would not. Women’s bodies are made for this.”
“I doubt it.”
“You’d be wrong.”
“I am not wrong. That thing”—she shakes her finger at it—“is not meant to penetrate someone else’s body.”
“Bet you a hundred dollars, it’d fit just fine in your pussy.”
“Ha! Just give me the hundred, right now then, because you’re wrong.” She flips her hand out. I lunge for her. She squeals and scrambles backward. My feet get caught up in my discarded jeans and I tumble, falling….falling….down.
My world goes black.
2
SUNNY
“Got you something.” Brian sits an iced coffee down on my desk. My stomach turns at the sight of it. I close my laptop to start packing up for the day.
“Thanks.” I force a smile onto my face. I normally drink one of those a day. Not so much anymore.
If I wasn’t about to throw up, I’d at least take a small sip in gratitude, but I can’t stomach it. I guess I’m over my iced coffee phase. Which isn’t abnormal for me. I tend to eat or drink something over and over until I hate it and move on to something else.
“How was your day?” he asks, leaning up against my desk. The bell rang ten minutes ago, freeing everyone for the day. The sound of the kids roaming the hallways has finally died down.
“Not too bad. It was test day, so it was fairly easy.” I pile up all the history papers to take home and grade tonight while I watch Big Brother.
“How about you? Are you enjoying working at Rockford Prep?” I make small talk, feeling like I have to. He’s not going anywhere, and I want to be polite even if all I want to do is go home and put my pajamas on and lie on the sofa.
This is Brian's first year here. It’s my third. Rockford High is a tough school for new teachers to get their foot in the door. I went to school here on a scholarship and graduated with honors from college, and that wasn’t even enough to get me a position here. Mack had to put a word in for me. He was considered royalty back when we were in high school. Who am I kidding? He still is. He is always coming through for me when I need him. He has been since our younger years. He has been there for me for all my ups and downs. Whenever life throws a hardball my way, he is always there to intercept it.
“It’s different. The kids here are crazy smart but still little assholes.”
I snort a laugh. “Hormones,” I tease.
Sure, some could be little jerks at times, but they have their reasons normally. They mostly hide them behind bad attitudes, but that doesn’t stop me from trying to break through to the ones that I can. All my life I wanted to be a teacher. To help kids learn and grow.
“I think they've been giving me a hard time since I’m the new guy.” He shakes his head. “You want to grab some dinner?” I jerk my head up to meet his gaze. Crap, Lynn was right. She kept telling me she thought Brian was into me, but I brushed it off. All the female staff are always swooning over him. But I don’t feel any attraction toward him.
He is handsome with his shaggy blond hair and blue eyes. I bet under his buttoned-up shirt he’s rocking a six pack. He’s not built broad and thick like Mack, who is brute force. He’s more lean like a runner. It does nothing for me. The exact opposite of how Mack makes me feel. As always, I’m comparing. I do that with every man that shows an interest in me. I can’t help it. Even after all these years, I’m still doing it.