Page 69 of Bad for Me

Ava

I slammedthe office door behind me, locking it, flustered and breathing heavy. I felt like I was having a panic attack…a panic attack over some sophomore pussy.

This had never happened to me before. Sure, Matt had tried to interest me in one of his students, but never a cheerleader.

This was wrong. This could get me fired, fired from the only thing that kept me sane. I couldn’t have that; I needed this job and all that came with it. I didn’t want to entertain what my life would look like if that happened.

She wanted to fuck me; this was proof of that. At first, I thought she was just some scared little stray whose curiosity had gotten the best of her.

And what about last night in the window? Was that just curiosity? Yours or hers?

I slammed the side of my fist on the desk as I sat down, ripping open the buttons on my pleated pants with the other. I found my cunt warm and wet, throbbing to the core. My fingers easily slid inside, sinking my middle and ring fingers deep, eagerly finding my clit with my thumb at the same time. It was swollen and hard, and I rubbed myself until I sat in a wet puddle, shaking and panting, with my forehead now resting on my arm at my desk. The orgasm had ripped through me, like a bolt of lightning, possessing my body as I arched over onto myself in a crumpled pile.

This…

All the anxiety, the panic, the sheerterrorof wanting to fuck myfemalestudent came rushing out of me at that moment.

Why did I avoid this truth? Was it because I’d lose my husband? Did I really care that much about losing Matt? I almost laughed to myself at the thought, a tiny rush washing through me at the thought of the freedom.

These thoughts I had were exactly what Pastor Dean had preached about last Saturday night. Impure thoughts, control,giving it to God.

I didn’t want to give it to God; I wanted to stop being pathetic and just own it. Own my own desires and impulses. Wasn’t it natural to follow the callings of what your bodyneeded?

I was thinking myself into circles, and I had to stop. I needed to get the uniforms to the dry cleaner before five-thirty. I looked at my watch, Four-forty.

Fuck.

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LUCKY CHARM

Mary

I guessyou could say that I was drawn to Ava like a moth to a flame. It was difficult for me to ignore the pull I felt when we were in proximity to each other.

I followed her, knowing that she might yell at me…tell me off.

But something about the other night, the way she looked at me through the window as if it was just another normal evening, her prancing around naked in her bedroom for anyone to see.

She wanted me to see.

I wasn’t so delusional that I thought sheknewI’d be there watching…but shesawme. I know she did.

Did she?

I refused to burst the bubble of hope that popped into my mind; I wanted to cradle that hope, nurture it until it grew into something bigger.

Just as I rounded the corner, blood pumping inside my temples, she emerged from the office, fumbling with two huge boxes of uniforms.

I tried to catch the top box as it tumbled to the floor, green and yellow skirts and tops falling out onto the cement floor.

“Shit!”

I kneeled to help her pick up the fallen clothing, and when her hand found mine, she yanked hers back.

“Let me help you, I can carry a box…really…it’s no problem.”

“It is a problem.” She sighed, picking up the strewn skirts.

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