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Abby

“I’m so stoked by that play!” Nikki squeals.

“I’m not. You know that.”

“I know, I know. But it’s great you said yes.”

“It’s okay when I’m not alone, but I’d never go by myself.”

The play went perfectly. Everything was according to plan. I was dressed as a teacher, and the boys laughed, saying that I looked like one of those teacher ladies from porn flicks. Idiots. But it’s hard not to agree with them on that count. I was dressed neat and elegant. My hair was tied in a bun, with strands let loose on the sides. I also had glasses, which I do not need, as my sight is damn near perfect. They felt a bit weird. But maybe that’s what got their imaginations running.

When the celebrations are over, me and the girls go for a smoke and then catch the bus. I was planning to change into normal clothes first, but I had an idea. Yeah, that would be hot, I think. I’ll surprise him. I go straight to Connor, calling him on the way.

“I’m on my way, Ve. Are you alone?”

“Hi, Gail. Yes, I am.”

“See you in a minute, then.”

I smile at my thoughts as I enter his building. I put on the glasses and knock at the door. Ve opens and freezes, seeing me.

“I’ve come to teach you a lesson,” I say jokingly.

His arm shoots out, grabs my wrist, pulls me inside. Ve kicks the door shut and pins me to the wall.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy now.”

“Would you like to fuck a teacher?” I ask sensually and see his chest starting to heave. “Are we alone?” I make sure.

“Yes.”

I slide down with my back to the wall and unzip his pants, reaching for what’s mine and putting his cock in my mouth. I raise my eyes, seeing that he’s turned on like hell. He props his arms on the wall behind me. His eyes are dark and burn with desire. He grabs my head and pushes my head towards him, thrusting his cock deep into my throat. I choke a bit, and my eyes water, but this is so much of a turn-on that I can feel my pussy throbbing and dripping wet. I take his fat prick into my mouth—the entire length of it—and squeeze it with my lips. A few more pumps, and my throat is flooded with hot sperm. There’s so much that I can’t swallow it all at once, but he doesn’t let me stop. Instead, he holds my head in place until the last drop leaves his shaft. When he releases his grip and pulls out, I lick it from the balls to the tip and drop to the floor. He lifts me up and assaults my lips with his own. The kiss is deep.

“I want to take you now,” he breathes and drags me to his room.

Slowly, he unzips my pencil skirt, letting it drop to the floor. He gently pulls off my pantyhose and spreads my legs, pushing me on the bed. Then it’s time for the lace briefs. He pulls them away and dives in with his tongue, pushing it inside me and slurping on my juices. When my body is quivering, he pulls me closer and, without taking off my underwear, impales me on his rock-hard manhood. The sensation is intense. My still trembling body is even more sensitive to each thrust.

“Harder!” I cry out.

Ve pulls my hair and picks up the pace. I won’t last long. I moan, my fingers digging into the sheets. He starts pistoning inside me. My body immediately submits. An overpowering orgasm crashes over every single inch of my body. Ve holds me by the waist and shoots his load over my ass. Then he wipes it away and plummets to the bed, drained.

When our breathing slows down, I put on my pantyhose and skirt.

“You are so amazingly unpredictable. You look like a porn star in those glasses. A super sexy teacher. And you nailed it! You’re incredible! I love you!”

He pulls me in for a hug and I snuggle into him.

“I’m glad you liked it. I’m so turned on by knowing I’m the only one who can make you feel this way. And only you can make me feel it. I love you so much!”

When I reach home, it’s eight twenty. I open the door and am immediately greeted by the shrieks of my mom. What’s wrong with that damned woman? She’s been acting crazy lately! It has to be my dad’s influence. He’s projecting his paranoia onto her, and she’s falling for it.

“What’s going on, Mom? You told me I didn’t have to come back before nine on weekdays, and now you’re screaming at me for being home early? I’m seventeen, not ten! You know that, don’t you?”

“Stop arguing with me!” she snaps.

Dad chimes in: “Listen here, you little shit. You don’t like it, you can leave. You think you’re such an adult already? No problem. But don’t expect us to sponsor you anymore.”

I wave my hand at them and go to my room. It’s getting worse. I have no idea what their problem is. Let them continue on this path, and we’ll see what happens. I have my limits too. I’ll manage on my own. If they piss me off, I’ll move to Grandma’s. At least I can talk to her. She’s so sweet, she even gave me the keys to her apartment and said I could always come to her instead of hiding from Dad on staircases. She can always move out to her friend’s. She’s incredible. As for my parents—I started studying and I’m doing everything in my power so they don’t have anything to pick fights with me for. Despite that, the arguments are more frequent. I’m tired of this. There’s no sense in making an effort if they’re not consistent in their decisions. They’re fucking with my head.

I slip under the duvet. I need to relax. My hand makes its way down between my legs as I imagine it being Ve’s. I don’t need to wait long. Fulfilment comes in a couple of minutes. Sparks are coursing through my body. I cover my mouth with a hand, biting on it and releasing the energy. I drop on the pillow. I wait for a moment until my breathing slows. Yes, that’s better.

Meeting Connor is one of the best things that has happened to me for a very long time. For the first time, I feel loved and accepted for who I am. Finally, someone aside from Grandma sees me, admires me, and is happy for me to be there. It’s a nice change, especially when you barely accept yourself and feel overlooked by everyone just for being different. Come to think about it, I was always a bit different. I never let others bullshit me. I always analyzed stuff. The same with God and the church. I remember being a little girl and asking Dad how it’s possible that God punishes us. He created us to be like him. What a load of crap, that we’re supposedly born with some kind of sin already on us. That was too much for me. I never bought that shit. And also, I always needed to have the last word. I preferred to get a spanking if that let me get away with not doing what Dad wanted. I was a very intelligent child, always laughing at the stupid notions of marriage, kids, and family. Why limit yourself like that? Live to work and then work some more at home. Ridiculous.

I need to get things in order my way. If somebody has a problem with my approach to life, I won’t make them change their mind. Sometimes Ve doesn’t buy my theories and conclusions either. There are some beliefs too rooted in him. He finds it difficult to see that some things can be done faster and easier.

Darkness falls unexpectedly, breaking me out of my reverie. Great. The power is out. I go to the kitchen and look out the window to check how much is out. It’s only our block and the buildings to the right that are dark. I walk back and hear my dad’s voice:

“Shut the door, Abigail. Thanks.”

I need a smoke. I grab one of Dad’s cigarettes from the kitchen, lock myself in my room, open the window, and smoke, thinking that it will soon be six months since Ve and I got together. An intense six months, I smile at my thoughts. I wonder if my parents will go to Daisy Valley. I hope so.