“Why wouldn’t you?” she asks. “He’s hot as hell, every girl in school wants his dick, he’s going to be rich and famous—”
“Oh, so what am I?” I ask. “A fame-digging-gold-digging….floozy!?”
I puff air from my lips as Martha starts laughing.
“Floozy? You did not just say that!”
“Ugh,” I groan as I grab a brush and start to brush my hair. It doesn’t need it, but I need something to do.
I don’t know if she’s buying it that I’m not into Jay, but I know I’m not. He’s impossibly good looking, but beyond that, he just has something about him that had me off balance from that first moment our eyes locked.
“I think you’re gonna do it because he’s gonna charm your pants off,” she replies.
“Please. I don’t need to be just another number in his body count.”
“So tame the bastard,” she replies, stepping up behind me. “Make an honest man out of him.”
“Oh, like that’s possible,” I laugh. But is it?
Wait, why am I even thinking about this? I just met the arrogant son of a bitch and I’m wondering whether or not I can be the girl to “tame him”? Wow, get ahold of yourself, Emma.
“I am going to shower,” I say quickly as I snatch my towel from the closet and step into my shower sandals.
“Need to rinse off?” Martha teases. “Yeah, I bet you do.”
I flash her a dirty look before leaving the room. Normally I like hot showers – really hot showers – but I turn this one on as cold as I can bear. I’m hoping it will do something to cool me off, but as I stand there naked, I’m suddenly even more aware of how I’m feeling for Jay.
But how could a guy like him be into a girl like me? His body is perfect. He could start up a YouTube fitness channel and have a million subs in a week, even if his name wasn’t Jay Moore. But me? I’m far from the ideal girl body.
I’ve got “curves.” I’m curvy. I don’t have “dat gap” between my thighs, I’m not a size zero or even a size two, and could never be classified as petite. I guess I’m the kind of girl who appreciates All About That Bass by Meghan Trainor. Would Jay really like a little more booty to hold at night?
I close my head and lean back against the tile wall. As soon as I close my eyes, I’m back in the classroom with Jay laid out in front of me, his naked body shimmering as my pencil moves across the page. I thought I’d be able to keep it together when I was drawing his face and shoulders, but once I got to his midsection…
Slowly, I move my hand down my stomach and between my legs. I barely ever masturbate, but I know that there’s no way I’m going to be able to finish my day with all this pent-up sexual energy, so I decide to do something about it. Besides, what’s the harm in thinking about him while I get off? He is gorgeous. It’s not like I have to marry the guy.
It doesn’t take long before I’m breathing heavily, an
d as I picture my lips wrapping around Jay’s thick cock while I’m on my knees in front of the entire class, I go over the edge. My climax rocks me and I put a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans. To my surprise, all my orgasm did was take the edge off; I’m still about 80 percent as horny as I was a second ago.
Fine. I’ll have one more. But just as I’m starting to gently circle my clit with my finger, I hear the bathroom door open and Martha call out to me.
“Uh, Emma?”
Shit.
“Yes!?” I call back, halting my me-time.
“Are you almost finished?”
“Why?” I reply, annoyed.
“Because…someone’s here to see you.”
I’m no dummy. I hear the tone of her voice, but I can’t believe it.
He’s not really here, is he? He can’t be. He doesn’t know where I live.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I call back. There’s a pause, then she responds.