Page 157 of Forbidden Lessons

What is this girl doing texting me at midnight? She should have been sleeping. I didn’t get her into that sorority so she could party all night.

@rooke.bastian

You were up late last night.

Breaking curfew already?

I doubt she’ll even be awake, especially after going to sleep past midnight. But I wait for my message to be delivered, absently stroking my cock.

One tick.

Two.

A second later, they turn blue, then she types out a response.

I smile, the hand on my cock gripping tighter as I work my shaft.

@lee.haven

Kinda early to be bossing me around.

Guess it comes naturally to you boomers.

How easy it is for her to forget that she’s speaking to a teacher, not one of her friends. Although, judging from the response I got from Hillary yesterday, Haven doesn’t have any friends. She didn’t even know who I was talking about when I was arranging Haven’s boarding.

@rooke.bastian

Just looking out for your best interests, dearie.

@lee.haven

Call me that again and I’ll block you.

@rooke.bastian

You should.

I’m a bad influence.

I spit in my hand and wrap it around my cock again. My crown is already tingling, pressure building, but I go slow, edging myself.

Is she still in bed? She doesn’t have any cute pajamas, so I’m assuming she’s wearing one of those large, stretched out t-shirts she had in her car.

No underwear.

No makeup.

Hair tousled from sleep.

@lee.haven

As if you’re the only one I was texting at midnight.

Is she trying to make me jealous? Sweet girl, you’re dancing with the fucking devil. But I play into her hand, and pretend she’s the one jerking me off.

@rooke.bastian

You couldn’t have left the heartbreaking until lunch?

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