Pleasure fills me and overflows in a near endless wave, radiating warmth to the very edges of me and beyond.
My body feels light, tingly. Contentment washes over me in wave after wave.
And Penny takes it all.
When it finally stops and Penny lets me slide out of her mouth, I stand there, staring at the ceiling, lost to the bliss of an unbelievable orgasm.
She wipes her mouth with her sleeve and stands up, straightening her stockings.
“Well,” she asks, turning to the mirror to fix her lipstick. “Did I hurt you?”
I shove myself back in my pants and laugh scornfully. “Never.”
And it’s true. She didn’t.
She fucking killed me.
24
Penny
Mr. Thomas gives me detention for giving Noah a blowjob.
Well, he doesn’t know about the blowjob.
But it’s the second day in a week that I’ve missed a significant part of class “going to the bathroom,” and he “couldn’t let it slide.”
Really, what he can’t let slide is the fact that I refuse to play along with his creepy game when he asks me what was taking me so long in the bathroom.
I don’t know if he has a fetish for people’s bathroom habits or if he hopes I’ll admit to getting myself off in the stall or something.
But I tell him it’s inappropriate to ask people, especially students, and especially female students, questions like that.
Therefore, detention.
Just one more thing for my mom to be upset about. They’re really racking up lately.
First, my comments to Maryann.
Second, passing out in the hot yoga class, causing a scene, and nearly having the paramedics called.
Third, detention.
Be cool, not a delinquent.
That’s what she always wanted. But thanks to Noah and the Hell Princes, I’m well on my way to delinquent territory.
Sex in a public place is definitely a misdemeanor charge, right?
The memory of what we did—whatIdid—comes back to me. I bury my face in my folded arms on top of my desk.
Why did I do that?
I mean, I knowwhy. I wanted to.
But why did I want to?
Noah gave me every out, every opportunity to walk away, but I stayed.