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And I wanted to punish her with orgasms until her legs shook and she whimpered my name.

“Alright, my horny little nun. You’re clearly drunk, so I’m going to finger fuck you until you come and then you’re going to go home, okay?”

Her eyes lit up like a dawning sun on a summer morning, and she nodded her head lazily as I kissed her neck, her body giving in to me.

The thrill it brought me, knowing what I did just within earshot of Matt and all the other teachers, nearly had me coming already.

The red panties she wore underneath the comically too small sized nun habit were thin, and my fingers easily breached the fabric. She hissed, and because she was fucking soaked, I didn’t play with her lips or her clit. I lost two fingers inside of her as if she was hungry for my fingers. I slipped inside her silky walls, and she spread her legs wider until I hooked her right foot over my left shoulder. I looked down at my hand as I pumped into her cunt, my fingers shining with her arousal.

Her pussy gripped me tightly, the rough urgency beckoning the orgasm from her like a spell. I pulled out just long enough to rub her clit with the pad of my thumb. She gripped my hair in her fist and pulled me closer. I wanted to decimate her right fucking now; I wanted her coming all over my fingers so I could fuck myself with them later.

“You dirty little slut. You shouldn’t have come here. You made a scene, you naughty, naughty girl.”

“Fuck,” she whined again.

“Fuck is right…now come for me, nun. My dirty little nun.”

It was like pulling a trigger, and as soon as those words left my lips, she spasmed around my fingers, cum dripping down my wrist.

“That’s a good girl coming for me so fast. But I will punish that pussy later.”

Her face and chest were red as we left the freezer, as if the red light had marked her. As if I had marked her.

“Why do you even like me? Is it because I’m a hot piece of ass?” Now she cried.

Lord help me, what a time for her to show me vulnerability.

“What can I say—you have this mischievous look about you. A look like you have something so dark and juicy that anyone would want a taste of it,” I whispered in her ear.

“I do…it’s between my legs,” she said, her pupils dilated enough to make her look like a sad puppy.

“Yeah, some of it is.”

“Thank you.” She breathed, and I want to say more, but I held back. Now just wasn’t the time for this.

Just as Mary straightened the dress that was pulled above her generous hips, Liv and Harper appeared in the kitchen doorway.

“Where is she?”

I pointed behind me, grateful they showed up when they did.

“Come on, Mary, let’s get you home so you can puke.”

Liv and Harper ushered Mary out the back door, and I thought about what was on the tip of my tongue just moments before.

Because I don’t just like you, I think I love you.

19

GAME DAY

Mary

As we gotoff the bus, my belly felt like molten lava. The stadium was huge, and the UVM campus was almost twice the size of ours.

The stadium was full on both sides, and I pulled my hoodie over my head, ready to run back to the bus and hide under a seat.

Outside my comfort zone was an understatement when it came to cheering. Sure, I had made a few friends, but probably more enemies. I guess the end goal was Ava, and even though the other night was a pure disaster, I had kissed her and felt her fingers inside of me.

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