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“Don’t run from me. Ever.”
Preston feels like he has to keep a close eye on Rose at all times, but he ends up doing something that sends Rose running away from him for the first time ever. He’s well aware of the boys her age and how they’re attracted to her… but he discovers how petty of a man he is when one blatantly tries to steal her away from him.
With his growing desire for David’s daughter and her becoming attractive by the minute, how is he going to keep his urges to himself?
…He can’t avoid Rose forever.
ONE
“DAMMIT!” I FREEZE up with my back turned to Rose. I couldn’t look at her in those clothes without laying my hands over her sexy little body. I have no self-control. I don’t move an inch, afraid of what I might do to her next. The only thing stopping me is the fact that she’s my best friend’s daughter and the fear I’ve just struck into her. Rose has never seen this side of me until now. I’m disappointed in myself, yet it doesn’t defer my yearning to turn around and rip those bits of clothing off her. Claim her body as my own. I’ve just had her against the wall, ready to succumb to everything I’d do to her. Rose wouldn’t have the strength to stop me… I can do it again. I whisper to myself, “you sick bastard,” and punch the wall in an attempt to reroute my temptations.
Rose screams at my sudden action. I couldn’t be sorrier to her. I want to turn around and tell her that, but I can’t. It’s too risky. I might ruin my relationship with both David and his sweet, sweet daughter. It’s why I stopped coming over. Rose looked amazing no matter what clothing she was in. She’s gorgeous. I’d been undressing her in my mind for years now and it was becoming too difficult to control my urges. Her sexily cascading the stairs is like presenting a fresh piece of meat in front of a lion that hadn’t eaten in months. If only I hadn’t used the bathroom and went straight to my car. All of this could’ve been avoided.
Drywall hits the floor when I pull my hand from the wall and let it hang at my side. Shortly after, I hear heavy feet rushing down the stairs, and I know it’s David. It’s not long before I see him appear from behind the staircase.
“What the hell is going on!?” David jogs down the hall toward me and his barely clothed daughter. His face is livid as he looks at Rose. “What in God’s grace are you wearing?” I can only imagine her facial expression. It was clear she didn’t know how to respond to her father. “Rose Nivae Kanyenda, are you not ashamed!? Did your mother and I teach you to be like this? Get your ass upstairs and change into some decent clothes!”
I shake my head in total disbelief. How did I let something like this happen?
David points behind me. “Do you want to tell me what the hell happened to my wall, Preston?”
“I’m sorry, David. I have to leave.” I walk down the hall without saying goodbye to either of them. Listening to Rose whimper is breaking my heart. I want to hold her. “I’ll pay for the damages.”
Rose runs up the stairs when I open the front door. I’m about ready to step outside and leave when David stops me by holding onto the door.
“Preston! Hold on, man.”
I sigh, “David, I’m really not in the mood.”
“I don’t give a damn if you’re in a mood or not. You’re bleeding all over my carpet! I don’t want your blood staining the pavement outside. The neighbors already look at me funny with all the women that come by the house.”
I look at my blood covered knuckles and cup my other hand beneath it, “Crap. I didn’t know I was bleeding.”
“Hang on, let me get you something to cover that up.” David leaves and hurries back with a kitchen rag.
“Thanks.” I wrap the cloth over my hand and tuck the end between my palm. I ball a fist to put pressure on the wound.
“Sure. But you can’t leave without telling me what happened. I need to know. Did Rose do something to you?”
I sigh again. Yes, she stole my heart. “No, she didn’t. I was just upset.”
“Shit. I haven’t seen that livid expression on your face in years. I’m sorry man. I don’t know what that girl is thinking,” David says.
“It’s not your fault. I was shocked to see her like that, but I shouldn’t have let my anger get to me.”
“I don’t blame you.” He shakes his head. “It gives me the heebie-jeebies. But she’s a woman now, I guess.”
“If her mother was here, she would handle this. David you’ve done the best you could.”
“Me? You and I both practically raised that girl after my wife died. Hell, I didn’t know what I was doing. You might’ve connected with that girl better than I did.”
It’s true, I did play a part in raising Rose, but only because David stopped putting in effort toward his baby girl. She had no choice but to rely on me through her adolescence because her father was a horrible drunk. He gave away his attention to all the beautiful ladies, except his own daughter. I knew what he was going through and I didn’t want his relationship with Rose to sour while he grieved. Rose was also grieving, so I lent more than just a shoulder to her.
I couldn’t imagine losing my future wife, whoever that may be. It’d be my responsibility to take care of my family, so knowing that I’ve failed would devastate me, too. Not sure how much I would’ve spiraled out of control like David, but who was I to judge? I only did what I could as a friend. Although, all that effort may have backfired. Did Rose see me as a father now?
David continues, “But between you and I, we never taught her to do something like that. I really don’t know where she was coming from with this. Possibly, there’s some guy she’s interested in at her school. She doesn’t have any friends, really. Maybe she wanted to get a male’s opinion.”
“Yeah, possibly.” I say, jealous at the fact that it may be true. Was there another reason she’d pull this stunt? She felt comfortable enough to show me that side of her. Did she really view me as a father?
“Still,” he says, “you didn’t deserve that. She shouldn’t be wearing that kind of stuff. It doesn’t matter what her age is. God, and you’re her teacher! Let me apologize for her now and be sure that she will do her own apologizing when you’re ready.”
“It’s not necessary, David. I should be the one apologizing for what I did to your wall.” That’s the least I should do considering how I lust for his daughter every day and night.
“Walls can be repaired. People are much more fragile.”
“Are you getting wise in your old age?” I ask.
“I’m no older than you, Preston.”
“Touché, old man,” I say. “Let me know how much it costs, alright?” David nods his head. “I should go. Enough excitement for one night. I have to prepare next week’s class through the weekend.”
“Right professor,” David says and then pats my shoulder. “Sorry, Preston.”
“Me too,” I say, wondering if I’m really sorry about the wall or that whatever could have been between me and Rose had blown up in my face.
As I walk to the car, it begins to rain. I rush to the door and slip inside the driver’s seat. I start the engine, but I don’t leave. Instead, I gaze at Rose’s bedroom window. Her white curtains are cracked open and I know she has the small lamp on her nightstand turned on. She must’ve changed out of those revealing clothes by now, but I still hope to get a peek. I sit there and let the night’s memories flash past me. I lower the radio and pandora’s box willingly displays the contents of my fantasies.
Those dresses – they looked amazing on Rose, or rather she looked amazing in them. Her body is so different now than when she was younger. David is right. She’s every bit a woman now. The way that first dress hugged her tightly, exposing every curve of her hips and breasts. I’m not sure I would have noticed how flat her stomach was until I watched her walk down the steps in the flowing gown. And the red dress – that was pure poetry, the eye-popping slit that attracted my eyes to her warm, smooth thighs. I longed to reach for them as she stood in front of us. God, when she bent down to collect those beers from the refrigerator, I swallowed hard at the shape of her ass.
Yes, Daddy. I bite my bottom lip recalling the soft tones of her voice, submitting to the beckoning call of her father. If only she were to submit to me… The things I would do to her. Rose, I would make you mine. I imagine her eyes filled with emotion and lust looking at me. Yes, Daddy. I groan. Her voice played back over and over as I took in those toned calves that dipped into the black stilettos. Incredible. She’s grown into such a beautiful woman right before my eyes.
I remembered Rose when she was younger – much younger, when she would sit on my lap and smile and laugh. She was always beautiful, and we always held a special place in each other’s heart. At the time, I felt like her second dad and I would do anything for her. Because of my friendship with David, I would see her every week, but over the past couple of years, as he looked for the perfect mate, or whatever it was he was doing, I saw less and less of Rose.
When she appeared in my class last year, I immediately noticed how she had changed into the beautiful woman she is today. I did my best to maintain my distance, but the seat she occupied provided me with an opportunity to look at her as much as I wanted. I caught her glancing at me at times, and I began to wonder if she thought of me as anything more than her father’s friend. I knew I was just fantasizing, but I couldn’t help myself. Those brown eyes and full, pouty lips were meant to distract, and they controlled me whether she knew it or not. As the year turned, and she failed out of my class, I knew that I would have to move her to the back or else I would never be able to focus on the other students and eventually someone – maybe even Rose would notice my sideway glances, my quick looks at her long legs, my attention to her ass as she left each class.
I couldn’t get her out of my mind, but it seemed as if distance was helping. At least until earlier in the day when she met me after class. There was something palpable in the air when we talked quantum physics and her breasts, I could not take my eyes off of them. I did my best to look away, but they lured me in and then her hand was next to mine and I could feel the heat. I had to pull away before I reached out and touched it, held it and brought it to my own lips to kiss.
Now this – totally unexpected, but something that I can never get out of my mind. Watching her in those different outfits sparked urges in me greater than ever before. I was ready to tear that red dress off of her starting at the slit and to take her on the stairs. Dressed in that last dress, when she found me in the hall, I couldn’t handle the mix of my emotions and urges. We were in her father’s house and I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and have my way with her, but I couldn’t. The innocence in her eyes contrasted so greatly with the curvy body that she presented… I was so conflicted. So very conflicted.
I know I should apologize. Even text her, but I am so mad – so mad at myself for what I did to her tonight. So embarrassed about how I let my emotions control me. I pushed her up against the wall, put my hands on her soft skin, her smooth thighs, touched her. I let my urges get the best of me and my blood is still boiling from that moment. I had to punch the wall, had to relieve the stress. She didn’t deserve that. She deserved better from someone that has been her friend and a father-figure to her for so many years. I need to apologize, but I cannot face her right now. Not in this state. My mind is filled with thoughts of lust and images of her body in those dresses and out of those dresses. I could never face her now.
TWO
I turn the headlights on and look back to see the traffic on the main road. I shake my head to clear those thoughts, knowing that I will need to rub one out when I get home if I had any chance of getting some sleep tonight.
In the stream of the headlights I can see how hard it has begun to rain. I speed up the wipers and then I see a figure walk into the lights. What the hell? It was Rose. I check that the car is in PARK and open my door to step out.
“Rose! what are you doing?” I say.
“I came to apologize,” Her voice seeps softly, barely audible over the rain.
It’s cold rain and I can see she’s drenched. She’s wearing a pair of pink, silk shorts and a white t-shirt which has been rendered see-thru by the rain… I can see everything underneath. Dammit!
I know she’s speaking again because her lips continue to move.
“What? I can’t hear you,” I answer. Between the rain and the traffic, it’s very loud. I close the distance between the two of us and we’re both standing in the headlight wash in front of the car. I look down at her and shake my head. I’m immediately thrilled to be in her presence again and in the glare of the headlights I find myself staring down at her hard nipples. She must be cold.
“Go back inside, Rose!” I yell at her, but she doesn’t move.
She appears to have no intention of turning around. She’s mouthing something, but I don’t want to hear it. I tell her to go inside again – I scream my words, needing to create some distance between us. I couldn’t do that when worried about her getting sick in this rain. Like a gray cloud had moved just above us, the rain fell much harder within a span of seconds. The water is pouring off her face, down her hair and neck, and onto her chest. She is soaked and she’s not moving. I think about pulling her into the car, but instead I reach out and grab her arm around the bicep, ignoring the softness of skin. I’m guiding her back to the house.
Rose complains and tries to pull away, but I hold her firm and lead her up the driveway. “I told you to get back in the house.” I bark behind me, “You’ll catch a death of a cold out here.”
She tries to pull away again, dragging her feet, but I’m insistent. I get her to the front door and push Rose under the overhang of the house by the front door so there is less rain pouring down on her. We’re completely drenched. The back of my jeans are sticking to my legs.
“Go back inside, Rose. Please.” I say, letting go of her arm. “We can talk about this in the morning.”
She says something, trying to apologize to me, I think, but I don’t want to hear it. I’m uncomfortable, pissed and still embarrassed from before.
“What are you thinking about? It’s pouring out here!” I shout, my words coming out louder than expected. I’m scaring her again. She cowers back from me. God, I want to dominate her, ruin her, but my heart aches to see that look on her face. I don’t want her to be scared of me. I try a softer tone.
“Rose…” I yell, in a lower voice, “please, go inside.” And, as the rain slows, in a more controlled voice I continue. “I don’t want you to get sick.”
She reaches out to me and pulls me in from the rain, close to her. I can feel her hard nipples pressing up against me or it is my imagination, but it doesn’t matter. It has the same effect. Immediately, she releases me, a look of concern on her face. She begins to rub her arm in the place where I grabbed to lead her back to the house. I realize I’ve hurt her. I sigh. I don’t know my own strength.
“I’m sorry,” Rose says. “You were still getting poured on, and it’s dryer here.”
She offers me a smile, but it’s not really a smile. She soon looks to her feet. I’m standing inches from her and I want nothing more than to take her in my arms and pull her close to me, hold her tight, warm body. But I don’t do that. Instead, I stand in silence as the rain slows down a little. I can hear her better when she speaks again.
“I’m sorry I came out dressed like that. I just wanted to show you and daddy my new outfits.” She paused before continuing. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”
There was an awkward silence between us as I didn’t know what to say.
“Please, Preston,” she begged, taking a step closer, looking up into my eyes. “I can’t have you mad at me.” Her brows are crinkled as she pleas to me. She is obviously concerned about our relationship, and that honestly makes me feel great. I’m not the only one feeling the same way. Her eyes twinkle and she is so vulnerable looking up at me, knowing nothing of what I truly feel for her.
I’m not mad at her. I could never be mad at her. I’m mad at myself. Mad for being turned on my best friend’s daughter, a student, the same woman that stands in front of me now with her breasts heaving and her nipples bursting through her wet shirt. I smile at her.
“I’m not mad at you, Rose,” I say, but the frown lingers on her pretty face. It seems she doesn’t believe me.
“Please don’t lie if that’s not what you really think of me. Inside, you said that I… that I’m…” she struggles to get the words out, “a slut.”
It’s as if a dagger runs through my heart when I hear the disappointment and hurt in her voice. I didn’t mean what I said back there. That was my jealousy talking. I hated the thought of Rose getting male attention from anyone other than me. The word was used out of context. I wanted her to be my slut, and no one else’s. I feel horrible even thinking that right now.
“God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that, Rose. You have to believe me. I just… really care about you. When I get upset or have certain feelings that I can’t control, it’s like I turn into a different person. I want to protect you like I’ve always done, it’s just sometimes… I don’t show it all that well.” I huff, trying to express myself in the best way possible without letting her know my darkest thoughts. “I was worried about how other men would look at you. It wouldn’t attract the right kind of attention. I’m truly sorry you had to see that side of me. Calling you a slut,” I shake my head, “I never meant it the way it came out. And I’m not even close to being mad at you, dear.” Her face lightens up at my apology. My sweet, sweet Rose. “I promise, I could never be mad at you.” I just wish I could rip that t-shirt off you and slide my mouth down the front of your chest. I wish my hands could help you get out of those wet clothes and into my warm bed.
“Really?” she asks.
“Of course, sweetheart.”
“I’m so happy,” she says in a sigh of relief. She reaches out and grabs ahold of the sides of my shirt. She looks at the ground and bites her bottom lip. “Could I—” she starts but the words don’t form.
“What is it? You can tell me, Rose.”
She brings her eyes back to mine, having to fully tilt her head up. “Could I hug you, Preston?” She pouts, her brows pushing with concern at what I might say next. “Please?”
Of course, I want to hug her. I want to do so much more than hug her. I want to take her back to my car and slide my cock deep inside of her until she screams out my name over and over again. I want that pretty mouth to be on me before I bend my head down between her legs. I want so much from her, but a hug seems impossible. Her hard nipples will rub against me, will press against my own wet skin. She might be able to feel the hardness that has been growing steadily between my legs. I watch as the pout on her face disappears.
“Is that okay,” she asks. “That I hug you?”
“Yes,” I agree with a mix of lust are regret. “Yes, you can.” I smile at her and open my arms. “Come here, Rose.”
I barely catch her smile when she wraps her arms around my waist, closing the few inches that had separated us before. Her nipples are the first to touch as I embrace her tightly against me. I wonder if she is thinking about the hard object between my legs and if there’s a chance she can feel it.
We hug for the better part of two minutes and I never want to let her go. I can stay like this forever. I’m so in love with you, Rose. Another minute passes by of embracing, before I release my hold on her. She reluctantly pulls away from me and looks up into my face. She’s smiling again, and I’m thankful that she had made her way out into the rain. I smile back and I reach my hand out to her face and run my fingers along her wet cheek. Wet from rain this time, and not tears.
“Thank you,” I say. “Thank you for coming out in this rain.”
She nods. “I would do it again. You’re important to me, Preston. I’m sorry tonight went like it did. We’re okay?”
“Yes, dear. We are okay.”
She smiles at her feet, “Okay.”
I take a deep breath knowing that I have to leave her. Knowing that I’d have to continue avoiding her in the future. “See you in class?”
“Yup,” she beams, “bright and early.”
“Okay, sweetheart. See you Monday morning. Enjoy your weekend.”
“You, too.” She says, honey dripping from her voice.
I take a step back into the rain and she laughs as I am immediately drenched once more. I love the sound of her laughter. I chuckle and wave before I trot back to the car and step inside. I watch her smile at me through the windshield, making my heartbeat underneath the pitter patter of the rain.
I sigh longingly, “I’m definitely going to have to rub one out tonight.”
THREE
THE PUBLIC BUS finally comes to my stop and I get on, making my way to one of the available seats in the middle. I find two that are available and scoot into the window seat. I stare out the window as the bus takes me to the stop closest to school. Trees and people walking on sidewalks flash past me. I begin to think about what happened last Friday when Preston came over. How he couldn’t look at me. How tears rolled down my face, yet somehow it didn’t feel like I was crying. Standing in that hallway, I was hurt watching the man of my dreams walk away because of something I did. Dad was trying to catch up to Preston before he left, but I didn’t want to listen to them talk about how stupid and slutty I’d been. I pushed past my dad and hurried up the stairs. I slammed the door to my bedroom and fell onto my stomach on the bed.
I laid there for a couple of minutes feeling sorry for myself, listening to see if there was any yelling downstairs, but thankfully there wasn’t. I felt like I ruined everything with Preston and hoped I didn’t mess with their friendship. I knew I owed daddy an apology and I would also have to apologize to Preston eventually. I thought I couldn’t face him and waited until he left to go talk to daddy. I’d gone downstairs shortly after hearing the front door shut and Preston start the engine of his old car.
My father was sitting in the kitchen with a new beer in front of him. I stopped at the base of the steps and waited for him to invite me into the kitchen. When he did, I sat down across from him.
He stared at me and shook his head before taking another gulp of his beer. “What were you thinking, Rose?”
I’d simply looked at him. I’ve seen him mad before, but at that time he just looked confused. He didn’t understand or couldn’t understand what I was going through. It’s not like he’s ever tried to learn about me. My wants and needs were of no concern to him. His focus was always on replacing what he had lost with mum.
“I don’t know,” I said in the softest voice.
I wanted to tell him that I have feelings for Preston, but I knew that wasn’t right. I hadn’t even told Preston yet and I didn’t even know if I could put that into words. Feelings seemed so inadequate to describe what I really felt for him. He is my waking thought and my last thought before bed. He is the person I begged to see in my dreams. He is so much to me. I thought that was ruined.
“That dress. I get that you want to feel pretty, honey, but – even the one before it. You’re not old enough to wear those clothes.”
I fumed when I heard that. I am not daddy’s little girl. That stopped as soon as mum passed.
He continued. “I don’t want to see you in those clothes. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said, knowing better than to rebut anything my father says. “I’m sorry, daddy. I never meant to hurt you or Preston. I feel so stupid.”
“You owe him an apology – a big apology, Rose. Preston hardly comes around here anymore and when he finally does, you pull a stunt like this.”
“I’m sorry, daddy. Please, I am so sorry.”
“You better run out and catch him before he leaves and apologize. I can’t afford to lose him as a friend and he’s your teacher, for God’s sake.”
“What? I’m sure he’s gone by now.”
“Go outside now,” he told me. “Before he pulls off. Preston just left the house.”
I reluctantly got up from my chair, standing there, afraid to apologize, afraid that Preston might really be outside that front door, afraid of the repercussions that would take place afterwards. It’s best to just let things settle by themselves, let time heal this wound.
“Rose! Get out there, now! I’m not going to say this again.”
I whimpered, “Okay,” and moved my feet.
I hurried to the front door, looking to see if his car is still in the driveway and the headlights at the front of the car indicate that. It’s pouring rain outside, but it isn’t the weather that makes me hesitate. I was doubting this was a good idea… but then I think of what it will be like when I see him in class tomorrow, especially if I haven’t apologized yet.
And I’m so glad I did. I’m so glad Daddy made me go outside to apologize to Preston, because what happened after that was something I had been longing for years. After all that had been said and done, Preston allowed me to hug him. His strong arms were embracing me for what seemed like could be forever. I felt like the most fortunate girl on the planet. I learned how truly small I was in comparison to him. It took all of me to wrap my arms around his waist, yet his arms wrapped so fully around my body. It made me feel safe and protected.
His clothes stuck to his body in the rain, outlining the lines of his shoulders. The way he slammed his car door shut to come and get me. The way his body lit up as he walked in front of the headlights of the car. He was impossibly sexy. The man could’ve been a model. His chest was broad, and rigid with muscles throughout. I knew there was a plate of abs underneath without him having to take his shirt off. Yet, this person chose to hold me so tightly. I was overly ecstatic, so I wasn’t sure if I imagined his member pressing against my stomach or not.
I couldn’t differentiate between fantasy and reality. Either way, I wanted more encounters like this. I just needed an excuse. Anything would do. Because I loved the way he touched me that night. In the moment, I was petrified. But only because I worried Preston that was upset with me. He said he wasn’t. He had reacted in the same manner when I stepped out in the rain. As someone who has cared for me a long time, he didn’t want to see me getting sick or finding out some man was taking advantage of me. Happiness couldn’t explain the amount of joy I felt after that discovery.
Dressed the way I was, Preston said I wouldn’t attract the right kind of attention from men. So, his reaction wasn’t out of hate or anger for me. He was concerned and wanted show me what may happen if I step out of the house in those revealing types of clothing. I understood what he meant, and I won’t ever let that happen.
But with Preston, I really wanted those things to happen. I couldn’t deny how my body reacted to him. Although he was only making an example, all weekend I fantasized about him touching me of his own free will that day.
He’s the man I want to give myself to. He can have me if he wants and whenever he wants. I just need him to want me back. The way he pinned my arms against the wall had my pussy begging for more, even though the grip he held was quite painful. He had full control over me. The heavy change in the rasp of his voice made me want to submit to anything he’d do. When his fingers caressed my thigh, lingered, and slowly moved further up my skin, I wanted him to so badly find his long finger to my throbbing mound. Every touch drove me crazy with anticipation.
Thoughts about his strong, slender fingers circling my clit like he owned it made me want to pull his shirt off and kiss every inch of his chest. I imagined him placing a leg between my thighs to spread me further open, purposefully gaining full access to my chastity and making no hesitation to take what is already his. Doing all things as if owned me. His fingers roaming with ownership. I wish he slid his hand underneath my dress and over my smooth stomach until it found its way to a swollen nipple. I’d shutter at the touch because it’s him. It could only be him.
I’m now twitching in my seat on the bus as I pinch my nipple in place of Preston’s hand. I can’t help myself. My pussy is throbbing with heat as my favorite fantasies come to life. I wish he was sitting next me on this bus, teaching me another one of his lessons. He is my professor and I’m willing to learn. My imagination goes to work as a manifestation of Preston sits beside me, and he’s as horny as I am.
Faced forward, I watch him place a briefcase on his lap as he checked for leering eyes while his hand simultaneously moves toward me. His pinky is the first to graze my thigh, before they slowly move above my leg. He begins to massage above my knee, keeping the façade of normalcy. I’m embarrassed someone may see us, but I refuse to resistant Preston’s touch. His large hand runs down my leg, getting a soft feel of my white knee-high socks. I imagine Preston’s eyes on me as he returns to the bare parts of my thigh, caressing circles like he’d done a few days ago. He slides his hand up between my thighs until they’re on the wetness of my panties. He smiles at my response taking his actions further by open my legs.
If the man sitting in front of me turned around, he’d see something he shouldn’t be seeing. Then he’d have a problem with my professor and get me in trouble at the same time. Preston had just warned me about this. How would he punish me for disobeying him? I revel at the thought, and circle the button my clit, looking around to see if anyone is watching me masturbate to my thoughts of my teacher. Everyone is focused on their busy lives, so I continue to build my climax, knowing how dirty I was. Own me. I cover my mouth, increasing the speed I rubbed my clit. If I were a slut, I’d only want to be Preston’s slut. I’m build up to as much as I could go, clasping my mouth so I wouldn’t make any noise in front of all these people. Own me, Preston. I’m ready to release when the bus trudges me forward.
I quickly close my legs and fix my skirt as people begin to stand up. My heart rate is through the roof and my face is flushed when I look out the window to see where we are. It’s my stop. I’ve already arrived near the school. Nooo. I was almost there! I let out a frustrated groan and grab my bag. I stomp off the bus, glaring at the driver for driving so fast.
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