Sin...cerity
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Rating:
Adult ++
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
9,570
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Help
I’m anticipating school; it’s funny to say that. I just miss you so fucking much my
pussy and mind can’t keep up with each other. That same night I touched myself again, lying in my bed, I just couldn’t go to sleep for when every time I closed my eyes there was your beautiful face again. I concentrated on my nipples and red clit because they were in dire need of release. The things you do to me...I’m soaked straight into the damn mattress, the smell is sickeningly sweet and the taste makes me ache for more. I wake up with my nipples poking straight out of my tee shirt and my hand resting on my pussy, I didn’t even bother with panties that night. I wake up and come again…I scream into my pillow and then cry.
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The only number I can think of is ‘9’ when I see you, when I can be with you but I don’t even have to wait that long; I see you in the hall 3rd and you ask for me to come into your class to review something…this is NOT happening. My pussy just can’t control herself and takes full control… “Sure” I say and accompany you. Oh goodness you’re pulling out my essay, the one I rushed through last week because I was to sore too type. ‘This is gonna be bad’ I think but you take it out and alas there’s a smile on your face.
“This has got to be one of the best essays I’ve received this entire year.”
I want to say ‘Get the fuck out of here!’ but I just shrug and smile politely like always, because if I really did or said what I wanted to, it could get messy.
“What’s the matter?” You suddenly ask dropping your façade and I get worried.
“Nothing…why?” I say trembling
“You just seem…sad.” You say and then you do the unthinkable…you touch me.
You touch my hand to be exact, you take my hand and hold it softly in your huge palms and I’m sans bruit.
“If you have something on your mind please tell me.” You say softly staring right into my eyes
I haven’t gained the courage to look back into yours for fear I’ll melt; I just stare at the ground trying to remain calm when a bell goes off…fire alarm. ‘SHIT!’ I want to roar, at the top of my lungs. You crack a smile and get up taking your coat ‘I can’t do this’ I think ‘I cannot be outside with you and just you in a sea of others’ with that I run out of the door while you are turned to put on your coat.
I’m outside and far from you; I lean up against the fence wanting to kick the fuck out of myself for leaving your side. I could return to your room once this damn thing ends but I’m truly afraid. ‘What to do?’ I think; I hate being at lost for thoughts and words it scares me so. A tear begs to come out but I’m sick of tears, for each night I make my bed to swim; I just need you.
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I’m walking to ninth and I’m shaking, literally shaking, I want to say ‘GET ME OUTTA HERE!’ but no one would even hear me. So I just walk, my pussy has again taken over with a vengeance but my mind doesn’t conform, one says ‘Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him till he can’t even lift a finger anymore!’ while the says ‘Oh, shit! Leave now!’ There’s a tug of war in my mind and I have no idea who’s winning. I arrive at your door and see that most of the kids are already there, so I bolt in hoping you’re too busy to notice when I feel a tap on my back.
“Where’d you go?”
You say smiling ‘Oh goodness that smile…’ I think. Before I can answer some snot nosed bastard comes up to you with another annoying question, but I secretly thank the bastard and move to my seat and try to make myself invisible. Then it dawned… ‘What am I doing?’ my mind says and I realize my fatal mistake: the lack of confidence. The man of my wildest and most perverse fantasies wants me… ‘That smile!’ and I’m running away like a little girl, too scared ‘But give me some slack’, I argue back to my mind (which has joined forces with my pussy against my back) ‘He’s my teacher! How can I not be a little apprehensive?’ My mind does some kind of self-anatomical bitch slap and screams ‘Stop making excuses!’ and I shout back ‘Get real! He’s my fucking teacher!’ it slaps me again and says ‘Newsflash, I know bitch!’ and I go ‘I know you know but it’s not my fault HE’S SO FUCKING HOT!!!’….
Little did I know that that last part moved from an internal scream to my brain to external and into the ears of the bastard kids and you. Everyone stares, and I’m breathing at an unimaginable rate I just stare down at my paper trying to think of a happy place but the only image I can conjure up is you in-between my legs…
'Help.'
pussy and mind can’t keep up with each other. That same night I touched myself again, lying in my bed, I just couldn’t go to sleep for when every time I closed my eyes there was your beautiful face again. I concentrated on my nipples and red clit because they were in dire need of release. The things you do to me...I’m soaked straight into the damn mattress, the smell is sickeningly sweet and the taste makes me ache for more. I wake up with my nipples poking straight out of my tee shirt and my hand resting on my pussy, I didn’t even bother with panties that night. I wake up and come again…I scream into my pillow and then cry.
_______________________________________________________________________
The only number I can think of is ‘9’ when I see you, when I can be with you but I don’t even have to wait that long; I see you in the hall 3rd and you ask for me to come into your class to review something…this is NOT happening. My pussy just can’t control herself and takes full control… “Sure” I say and accompany you. Oh goodness you’re pulling out my essay, the one I rushed through last week because I was to sore too type. ‘This is gonna be bad’ I think but you take it out and alas there’s a smile on your face.
“This has got to be one of the best essays I’ve received this entire year.”
I want to say ‘Get the fuck out of here!’ but I just shrug and smile politely like always, because if I really did or said what I wanted to, it could get messy.
“What’s the matter?” You suddenly ask dropping your façade and I get worried.
“Nothing…why?” I say trembling
“You just seem…sad.” You say and then you do the unthinkable…you touch me.
You touch my hand to be exact, you take my hand and hold it softly in your huge palms and I’m sans bruit.
“If you have something on your mind please tell me.” You say softly staring right into my eyes
I haven’t gained the courage to look back into yours for fear I’ll melt; I just stare at the ground trying to remain calm when a bell goes off…fire alarm. ‘SHIT!’ I want to roar, at the top of my lungs. You crack a smile and get up taking your coat ‘I can’t do this’ I think ‘I cannot be outside with you and just you in a sea of others’ with that I run out of the door while you are turned to put on your coat.
I’m outside and far from you; I lean up against the fence wanting to kick the fuck out of myself for leaving your side. I could return to your room once this damn thing ends but I’m truly afraid. ‘What to do?’ I think; I hate being at lost for thoughts and words it scares me so. A tear begs to come out but I’m sick of tears, for each night I make my bed to swim; I just need you.
____________________________________________________________
I’m walking to ninth and I’m shaking, literally shaking, I want to say ‘GET ME OUTTA HERE!’ but no one would even hear me. So I just walk, my pussy has again taken over with a vengeance but my mind doesn’t conform, one says ‘Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him till he can’t even lift a finger anymore!’ while the says ‘Oh, shit! Leave now!’ There’s a tug of war in my mind and I have no idea who’s winning. I arrive at your door and see that most of the kids are already there, so I bolt in hoping you’re too busy to notice when I feel a tap on my back.
“Where’d you go?”
You say smiling ‘Oh goodness that smile…’ I think. Before I can answer some snot nosed bastard comes up to you with another annoying question, but I secretly thank the bastard and move to my seat and try to make myself invisible. Then it dawned… ‘What am I doing?’ my mind says and I realize my fatal mistake: the lack of confidence. The man of my wildest and most perverse fantasies wants me… ‘That smile!’ and I’m running away like a little girl, too scared ‘But give me some slack’, I argue back to my mind (which has joined forces with my pussy against my back) ‘He’s my teacher! How can I not be a little apprehensive?’ My mind does some kind of self-anatomical bitch slap and screams ‘Stop making excuses!’ and I shout back ‘Get real! He’s my fucking teacher!’ it slaps me again and says ‘Newsflash, I know bitch!’ and I go ‘I know you know but it’s not my fault HE’S SO FUCKING HOT!!!’….
Little did I know that that last part moved from an internal scream to my brain to external and into the ears of the bastard kids and you. Everyone stares, and I’m breathing at an unimaginable rate I just stare down at my paper trying to think of a happy place but the only image I can conjure up is you in-between my legs…
'Help.'