Page 20 of Good Girl

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CHARLOTTE

Charlotte Lark, what have you done?

Hurrying back to my dorm, I couldn’t believe what had just happened.Me. Charlotte Lark had just been fingered to orgasm by Derek Hansen, the hottest teacher I had ever seen in my life. Not only that, but his tongue still tingled over my body, and I could still taste the slight saltiness of his cum on my tongue. My pussy ached, my throat ached, even my chest ached from how hard my heart had been pounding during that entire encounter.

And I was on cloud nine.

Me! I had done that. Boring little me had been on her knees with a dick in her mouth.

Boring Charlotte was gone.

She had died with that incredible orgasm, and she was never coming back.

I practically skipped my way back to my dorm with how excited I was, a bubble in my chest set to burst if I didn’t at least tell someone ahintof what I had been up to. What better person to tell than my best friend? Maybe she’d even be jealous.

A hidden part of me wanted her to be. I wanted her to see that she had been wrong about me and that all her mocking had meant nothing.

That excitement almost burst right out of me as I charged into my dorm room smiling brightly.

“Haley, you’ll never guess—”

“—and jeans, on a girl her size? I mean, be serious.” Haley and the two girls huddled with her on her bed burst into laughter as I stopped in my tracks. The overwhelming excitement in my chest rapidly began to deflate, and it turned sour the moment Haley caught my eye and laughed harder.

A sickening heat prickled at my shoulders and trickled down my back. I didn’t need to guess who they were talking about. One of the girls quickly tried to rein in her laughter when she saw me, but it didn’t make any difference.

“You helped mepickthese jeans,” I pointed out stiffly.

“Oh, honey, we’re not talking about you!” Haley grinned. Her two catty friends nearly choked on their attempts to suppress their laughter.

Suddenly, I didn’t want to tell Haley a thing. This was my secret.Mine. And she would ruin it.

Bitterness rose in my throat, and I glared at Haley, then turned toward my half of the dorm room.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Charlotte,” Haley groaned. “Honestly, you’re so dramatic—wait, why do you look like that?”

I cast an annoyed look over my shoulder while I dropped my bag and hunted out my bathroom supplies.

“Like what?”

“Like someone has roughed you up,” Haley remarked. “Are you okay?”

Roughed me up? Oh, she had no idea. I snatched up my bathroom bag, grabbed a towel, and turned back to Haley and her gaggle of minions.

“It’s hot and I was rushing. I guess that makes me look a little frumpy,” I snapped. As I stormed away toward the shower, their catty laughter followed me like a bad smell, but I did my best to shake it off. It didn’t matter what they said or what they thought.

Derek Hansen had called me beautiful. And I was going to cling to that.

By the time I finished showering, Haley and her other friends had vanished from the dorm. A warm rush of relief swept through me when I realized I wouldn’t have to face them again, and I happily dressed back into my regular clothes, a long blue skirt and cream blouse. Even if everything else had felt like a dream, Derek had been right about one thing.

I was definitely more comfortable in my regular clothes.

Resting on the bed, a twinge shot through my pussy and I bit back a pleased groan. It still felt like a dream, being naked before such a gorgeous man. Having his lips on my neck and his hands on my breasts, then touching my pussy and pushing inside me. If that was how good his fingers felt, I couldn’t wait to feel his cock. That cock that had stretched my lips wide and made my throat ache terribly. In that moment, I had been uncertain, but now that I was back in my room, alone with my thoughts, I missed it.

I wanted to be back there, on my knees, sucking him down just to hear that moan slip from Derek once more.

A moan thatIcaused.

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