Page 22 of Confessions of a High School Guidance Counselor

I reached over and turned the water on, adding only a little heat, and then I stepped in, not even waiting for the water to warm up.

The cold shocked my system, and I flexed against it.

But then all my fucking teenage brain could think about was what it would be like to have her in this shower, the water running down her body, dripping from her full breasts. I wanted to take a nipple in my mouth and suck until I heard her moan. Run my hands over her wet skin and take her here, water pouring over us as I did.

Cold water or not, I was hard, and this fucking boner wasn’t going away.

I took my cock in my hand, closing my eyes and imagining the moisture there was hers. But I wouldn’t go straight for her pussy. No, I’d make her feel good. I’d run my tongue along her slit and taste her. I’d lick her bud until she shuddered on my mouth.

Her head would fall back, that long curly hair grazing the swell of her luscious ass. Eating her out from behind was sounding better by the fucking second.

But her ass wasn’t the only thing I wanted. Her tits looked amazing in that dress, the fabric pulling them together and forming a deep cleavage I wanted rubbed against my cock.

And her lips, the thought of those lips on mine. On my dick. Going deeper down her throat.

I fisted myself harder, bracing myself against the cool shower tile.

Fuck cold showers.

I turned the knob hotter, pumping my cock as steam rose around me, imagining what her body would feel like pressed against mine. What her voice would sound like saying my name.

And I came.

I came so fucking hard just at the thought of her.

Completely spent, I washed away my come and another layer of skin, feeling a little guilty about fucking myself while she was in the next room. Someday, if I got a chance, I’d tell her how crazy she drove me just by being herself.

With my clothes on and my body completely spent, I went to the couch in the living room and lay down.

I couldn’t wait until the morning when I could see her first smile of the day. And then I’d take her to breakfast and do what I could to give myself a chance with her. Because if I was being honest, I was tired of being alone.

13

Birdie

Confession: I made the walk of shame.

The first thing I noticed was how warm I felt, surrounded by thick blankets, cradled in a multitude of pillows.

But then I realized Mara’s bed didn’t feel like this. My heart beat quickly, realizing I had stayed at Cohen’s house, in his bed. I listened to see if he was awake, but the house was dimly lit, pale light coming through the sheer curtains.

My shirt had hiked up overnight, so I carefully pulled it down in case he came in, then slid out of the bed. Part of me wanted to keep lying there to see where the morning took us, work be damned, but I couldn’t face him. Not with how absolutely pathetic I’d been. Plus, Headmaster Bradford would have my head (and my job) if I no-call/no-showed.

I tiptoed to the other side of the bed, grabbed my purse and moved toward the living room, where I’d left my shoes the night before.

He lay on his back on the couch, a small throw blanket around his feet. His face was so relaxed—peaceful instead of charged and chiseled like it had been the night before. I found I liked both versions a little too much.

My eyes trailed down his body, the strip of stomach visible where his shirt had ridden up and.... holy shit.

A morning erection tented his pants, and the tip of his cock pressed against the fabric, thicker than I ever could have imagined.

Holy shit.

I needed to leave. My head clearly was in cahoots with my vag because I was thinking far too much about staying and making both of our morning wishes come true.

I found my shoes by the island and slipped them on. In my heels and an old bar T-shirt, I left his apartment and came face to face with a mom and two children in the hallway. They were dressed for school with too-big backpacks on their backs.

“Good morning!” the little boy said.

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