Page 3 of The Good Girl

“Oh, didn’t they tell you?” She scoots to the edge of the chair, and that’s when I see the oversized scrub shirt she has on rides up her toned thighs. “The air conditioning is broken in my room.”

“And what does that have to do with you continuing to break the rules?” I make a memo line in my notebook to have maintenance check the air in her room. “Your unwillingness to follow a simple dress code makes me wonder if leaving Bellevue is really your desire.”

“I’ve got a lot of desires, Doctor.” She’s still sitting on the edge of the seat, but she arches her back in the chair and then spreads her knees. “But honestly I’m just so hot I can’t focus on which one I want more.”

The triangle of white cotton that covers her pussy is wet. I know that because I can see all of it as she rocks her hips up and licks the mint.

“I’m sure we can have someone come look at the air conditioning in your room.” I nearly break my pen in half as I look down at my notebook and scribble some words that mean nothing. “Would you say that your sexual proclivities have contributed to your mother sending you here for an evaluation?”

“Sexual proclivities?” She giggles, and although I’m not looking up from my desk, I can smell her, and my mouth waters. “You mean am I here because I like getting fucked?”

This time when I squeeze my pen, it doesn’t stand a chance. There’s a little snap and I gently place the pieces on my desk before grabbing another.

“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” I sigh as I raise my head and do my best to maintain a professional demeanor. “But your desire to break the rules, no matter how trivial, seems to be a pattern. Along with what you’ve told me about your sexual behavior, I have to think you’re self-sabotaging.”

“Maybe I just love to have a big cock inside me.” She bats her lashes and then licks the mint again.

“If you can’t maintain decorum while you’re in my office, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

She pokes her bottom lip out and then quickly sits up. “You’re no fun.”

“So you’ve told me. Several times.”

“Fine. I’ll go.” She stands and then leans over the front of my desk. “But when I go back to my room I’m going to finger fuck myself and pretend it’s you.” She puts the mint in her mouth and then hollows out her cheeks while she sucks her finger clean.

I remain completely frozen in my chair as she turns around, sways out of my office, and then slams the door behind her.

The sound of it closing launches me out of my seat, and I run to the door and turn the lock. With one hand pressed against the cool wood, I use the other to rip open the front of my pants. I lick my palm and then spit on it before I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke myself hard.

It’s fast and hot, and I grunt as I thrust into my fist once, twice, three times. Then I’m spilling all over my knuckles and down my wrist, but I don’t care. It feels so fucking good to get this little release. Even if I know it will be just as painful the next time I’m with her.

I’m thinking about how wrong this is when I hear something on the other side of the door. Did I imagine the sound of Karmen just now?

“Next time I want to watch,” her voice whispers, and then I hear her footsteps walking away.

Chapter Three

KARMEN

Ihave become one of them.

Staring out the window at the rain, I let out a yawn. There isn’t much else to do around here except lie on the couch and people watch. Although this place is better than boarding school. The food isn’t as good, but at least I’m not the weird girl anymore. Okay, so I’m not the only weird girl.

There’s also Dr. Rourk. At this point, I’m living my days waiting for my next appointment with him. Sometimes he comes up to check in on everyone. That’s when I pretend he does it to see me. I'm always thinking of ways to work him up. It’s only fair. The man wreaks havoc on my body, and I don’t know how else to deal with it.

I press my thighs together as I think about him touching me. The throb that never quite goes away sparks back to life. No matter what I do, it won’t stop. Desire is a new feeling for me. I’ve heard other girls back at school talk about being horny and having sex. Several of them even sneaked out to visit the all-boys academy next to us, but I never went. Not that I was ever invited to go with them.

Listening to their stories made it sound gross. I didn’t want to have someone on top of me. But now things are different. Now I’m imagining Dr. Rourk crawling on top of me, rutting away, and groaning in my ear. It’s yummy in ways I don’t understand.

I’ve been touching myself, but I don’t know if I’m doing it right. I think I’m getting close because the buildup is there, I just can’t get over the edge. Somehow I know there’s only one person who can show me how to do it, but he won’t touch me.

I huff out a frustrated breath. No one wants me. Well, except for the guy I stabbed with a pencil, but surely he doesn't want me anymore.

“Where is it?” I roll over onto my stomach to see Nora losing it. "Georgia, where did you put it?”

My newish sort-of-not-really-friend Window Licker, who I’m now calling Win, puts a hand over his mouth as he tries to hide his giant smile. His body shakes with laughter, and I bite the inside of my cheek to hide my own. He glances over at me and points his thumb at Nora, like I don’t see what is happening. I place my finger over my mouth to remind him that it’s our secret.

Win and I are over Nora and her best friends Georgia and Miranda bossing people around. When someone doesn't do what she says, she’ll lose her mind and scream until we all give in. We usually do it so she’ll shut up.

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