Page 78 of Confessions of a High School Guidance Counselor

Deserve. That word made me smile. When Ollie had said I deserved the best, he didn’t realize she was coming over Saturday.

Cohen: Is it bad if I say I’ve been thinking about you all day?

Birdie: Not at all. I’ve been thinking about you too.

I wondered if she’d been having the same thoughts as me. Ones that left me wanting her even more.

There was only one way to find out.

Cohen: What have you been thinking?

It took a long while for Birdie’s reply to come, but when it did, my mouth fell open.

Birdie: I’ve been thinking about you in my office and what I wished we could have done.

My free hand trailed down my abs to the waistband of my pants.

Cohen: What do you wish we could have done, baby?

I held my breath, mentally begging for her reply. That we could ride out this fantasy together on the phone even if we couldn’t do it in person.

Yet.

Birdie: I would have let you bend me over the desk.

Cohen: I would have fucking loved that.

I ran my fist down my length, already turned on. The thought of Birdie thinking of me in her office, touching herself to us—god, it made me hard.

Cohen: Baby, are you touching yourself?

Birdie: I am now.

Cohen: Good.

Cohen: Imagine I bend you over your desk and tear down your panties. I pull up your dress. I drop to my knees and eat your pussy from behind, making you so damn wet you’re dripping in my mouth.

Birdie: I’m moaning. It feels so fucking good.

Cohen: I want to make you feel good. I get my fingers inside you, licking your clit and all along your folds. You’re getting closer, so I stop.

Birdie: I want to see you, so I turn around and unzip your pants, taking that cock of yours in my hands. It’s wet at the tip. I lick it off.

I shuddered, pumping my fist faster over my cock. Fuck, even on the phone Birdie was sexy as hell.

Cohen: That’s hot, baby.

Birdie: I’m so wet for you, Cohen. I want to feel you inside me.

I didn’t know if she was talking about reality or the fantasy that was pushing me closer to the edge, but it didn’t matter.

Cohen: I want to be inside you. I spread your knees and press the tip of my dick against your slit, teasing you.

Birdie: You’re cruel.

Cohen: I push inside your tight hole, inch by fucking inch until my balls hit your perfect ass.

Birdie: Fuck me.

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