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I laughed, sending Garett the pictures and adding a few heart emojis.

They didn’t have my actual number. I used my old phone to text with some of the guys, which made it easy to hide my identity.

“Next time I meet with a man, I’ll let you be in the picture and we could have some fun to show them a good time.”

“Lesbian stuff?” she asked with a frown. Although she wasn’t judgmental toward me and everything I did, she was a little bit of a prude. “Have you done things like that before?”

“I hooked up with a girl when I was on vacation in South Africa last year, and I also made Maya come that night we were at the bonfire. Didn’t I tell you about that?” I asked.

I was fairly open with her, but I guess I forgot to tell her about the girls I had fun with.

I was an open book when it came to sexuality, although I did prefer men.

Older, silver foxes who had experience and weren’t afraid to be rough.

Through the cam or in real life.

God, it’s been a while since I had sex with a man.

“Now I know,” she said, puckering her lips and then smiling. “I think I’ll pass for now. You’re far too wild for me.”

I chuckled and pushed my phone back into my jacket’s pocket, then I nodded toward her to let her know we could leave the bathroom.

“I take that as a compliment. As long as you stay my best friend, I don’t care if you let me suck on your clit or not.”

“Is that the way you’re supposed to talk in this school, Ms. Bentley?”

I stopped to turn around and look at Mr. Trapani.

Most definitely the hottest, Italian teacher we had at this school.

Well, he was the only Italian teacher here, still…he had great potential.

A few more years, and a few more white hairs, and I’d put him on my list of men I’d want to fuck.

After graduating from college, of course.

I tilted my head and smiled at him sweetly, then I wrapped an arm around Kennedy’s shoulders and leaned against her as she was almost a head shorter than me.

I wasn’t the tallest girl at this school, standing at only five-foot-three, but I liked to think I was the perfect height.

“I’m sorry, Mr. T. I didn’t mean to offend you,” I told him, knowing that would only piss him off even more.

“Offend me? I’m not offended. I just think it’s not appropriate for a girl your age to talk like that. Especially not in this school.”

He was being dramatic.

Either that, or he just needed an excuse to talk to me.

His eyes had already moved to my tits five times in this short interaction we were having, and I had to admit…I liked the way he tried his hardest not to make it so obvious.

I pushed my chest out more, making my shirt open up a bit more to reveal my tits which were pushed up thanks to the tightness of my bra.

Would he have wanted me to talk about dicks instead? Because I’d gladly talk to him about those fascinating things.

“It won’t happen again, Mr. T. Mi scuso,” I said in Italian, showing off my language skills that I learned from him.

That made him grin, not able to hold it back.

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