Rushmore replies by tugging at my sweater and growling against the skin of my bare shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. “Yes. Now, I invite you to take off your panties.”
I do as he suggests but I have to add as I kick them to the side, “You know you talk awfully proper for a high school student, Anthony. Whoa!”
Suddenly my ass is in his grip and my legs wrap around his waist. My plaid uniform skirt hikes up and our groins fuse together in a not-quite-intercourse grinding dance as we kiss and maul each other with our hands. With one hand settled on my ass, the other opens my cleft. I hiss in surprised delight at his touch.
“Anthony, tell me your parents aren’t home?”
“They’re at work,” he says with a ragged voice and a wink. “But they’ll be home any minute. Gotta make this count.”
My eyes flash in anticipation of what he’s going to do. He seats his cock along the inside my folds, but doesn’t penetrate me, creating an entirely new sensation. Once I’m seated there, he holds my ass tight to guide me along his cock. Soon, we are grinding together as I ride him. It’s a move I never thought of before, his cock pleasing all my sensitive bits while I slide along his shaft.
“Anthony, you’re such a bad boy. I’m going to report you to Headmistress Moody.”
My acting skills seem to ramp up his desire, because I feel his dick jerk against me, teasing my throbbing lips and my needy clit. His back and forth movements as he guides me to explore his entire length with my aching split have me dripping and begging for him to fill me.
When he angles the tip to tease my clit, my climax slams through me like a hurricane. I yell his name when it hits. My pussy contracts so hard against his rod that I squirt.
“Fuck. Me,” he rumbles against my breast, trying to hold my hips still while I writhe against him. With one huge thrust, his body seizes. I feel his warm release slide down my inner thighs. His orgasm rips a roar from his throat, and his body trembles so violently I feel compelled to wrap my arms around his shoulders.
As I catch my breath, I murmur against his shoulder. “I love these teenage fantasies of yours. Did no one ever indulge them with you before?”
Rushmore’s body stiffens in my arms. Clearly, he doesn’t want to talk about the past.
I’m too in his thrall, and too spent, to push any further tonight.
Somehow, though, he will have to let me in. Someday.
20
Hunter
I can hardly believe it when Ridley scratches her heat at our first swim meet of the season. Hadley and at least four other girls on the team do so as well. They simply do not go to the blocks when their name is called.
It’s so painfully obvious what is happening. I don’t know where to look. I can’t look at Coach Weston, who looks livid. I can’t look at Rushmore, who must be feeling as if he’s sitting in the stands watching all of his investments in this team float away. And to top it off, his own daughter humiliates him by participating in this stunt.
I’m amazed that this group of my teammates actually goes through with it.
With so many shenanigans, it’s almost a given that we lose to Saint Mary’s.
The next night after practice, after we endure a fiery speech from the coach, who informs us that Ridley and her gaggle of “yes women” will be suspended for two whole meets, Addie and I talk things through.
Everything finally makes sense.
She and I drive around for about an hour spilling our guts and it feels amazing. First, to my shock, she reveals that she’s been pining for Coach Ford since August, and even details a laundry list of mixed signals she’s gotten from him.
I’m so happy to be talking to her again that I tell her everything that’s been going on. I tell her about the card in the flowers, about my agreement with Rushmore, about our secret meetings, the gifts, even the car. To say she’s shocked is an understatement. Concerned? Most definitely. Worried that Rushmore doesn’t have my best interests at heart? Of course.
“This is going to take a while to wrap my brain around, but after the day we’ve had, I’m just going to go home, eat ice cream and go to sleep in a sugar coma,” she says when I drop her off at home and we give each other a big hug.
But no sooner do I arrive at my empty house than I get a text from her.
Worst. Day. Ever.
Uh oh. I text back right away: ???
M&D read my diary. Full of my pining re Weston. They are freaking the F out.
I roll onto my back and read a flood of texts from her detailing her exchange with her parents. They are seriously upset.