Page 8 of Before He Was Her Headmaster

Next Sunday, I want his mouth on my chest. I want to sit in his lap, and when I tell him he should fuck me, he’ll tell me he wants to take his time as he gobbles up a mouthful of my virgin tits.

I lose myself in the fantasy, spending more time than I should in the shower, so when I get out, I’m running late. I let my hair air dry because it doesn’t matter what I look like and pull on my most ordinary clothes. Time to blend into the background for three months. It will kill my soul, but on the other side of this, I’ll be free to do whatever I want with my trust fund.

As I pack, I reluctantly tuck the mini skirt and tank top I wore yesterday to the very bottom of my bag. When I get to Edgewood, they’ll have a full uniform for me to wear, but it won’t do to show up looking like the horny slut I realized last night that I truly am.

That’s my secret.

Sebastian’s and mine, I suppose. I’m not sure how I’ll get away on Sunday, but I’ll find an excuse. I can’t wait to see him.

Before I call for a rideshare, I take out my phone and text Sebastian.

Heading out of cell range soon. I’ll text you Saturday when I’m done with work for the week.

He replies immediately.

I start a new project at work today, so I’ll be busy too. But I’m looking forward to the weekend.

Would it be wrong to tell him I miss him already? Maybe not wrong, but definitely desperate. Before I can give in to that instinct, I organize a ride and put my phone on airplane mode.

* * *

Edgewood Academy is on the edge of the city, surrounded by forest. The campus is set back from the road, down a long, winding lane, and it looks like literally every other private school I’ve had the misfortune of attending.

The driver pulls up in front of the main building.

“Do you work here?” he asks, giving me an appraising look in the mirror.

I shake my head. “I’m a student.”

“Oh.” His cheeks turn dark red. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you weren’t….”

“I’m eighteen,” I tell him. “Almost nineteen. A full year older than the oldest students here.”

“Let me know if you ever want to talk about it sometime,” he replies, laughing.

I frown.

He stops laughing. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. But no thanks.” I take a deep breath. “I have a boyfriend.”

It’s sort of true. True in my heart.

I have a date, anyway. Brunch and fucking to look forward to. And I only want that with Sebastian.

I climb out of the car and hitch my backpack onto my shoulder. The forest is close enough I can inhale the lush, late summer scent of it. Pine and grass, and I imagine wildflowers, too. Maybe I’ll be able to explore in there and hide from the school.

As I approach the front door, it swings open, and a girl younger than me and in a school uniform steps out. “Delilah Murphy?”

I nod. “That’s me.”

“I’m one of the office helpers today. I was told to bring you to the headmaster’s office. I’m Stacey, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.” I give her a polite smile. I’m not here to make friends; I’m here to finish my three credits, get straight As, and leave at Christmas. “Are you a senior?”

She nods. “I’m guessing you are, too?”

For the second time around, yeah. “Mmm.”

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