A/N: Jenna x Reader
I'm writing this before part 3 is even published and I already know you'll want a part 4 so, here you go <3
ENJOY MY LOVES AND DON'T... GET... MAD...
also, i'm really sorry for not posting, i have one more exam and I've been passing the entire year and flying with colours, so, I'm sure I'll be okay. I'll try get back on schedule, once again, I'm sorry for not posting anything. I hope you all understand aha <3
HERE WE GO!
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Jenna's POV:
I'm sitting in class and I see Headmaster Hunter walk inside and glance around the class, his eyes land on me and I send him an over the top wave and smile before continuing to write. I don't pay attention to him but I hear his annoying ass voice.
"Miss Ortega, can I please speak with you outside for a moment?" He asks me, I sigh, resting my head against my notebook. I lift my head and he is beckoning me to come over to him. I stand up and head down, walking along and following him outside. He opens the door for me and waits for me to go,
"Ooh, manners. Finally." I say, sarcastically. Smiling to myself. I exit the room and he exits after me. He shuts the door and moves to the left side, I stand in front of him. Already bored and not wanting to listen to whatever he was going to say.
"I'm sorry for disrupting your very important lesson—"
"—I know, how dare you. God will not be impressed with you." I reply to him, shaking my head and being quite clearly sarcastic. He sends me the meanest glare ever which makes me laugh softly. "Sorry, that was rude— Actually, I'm not." I say, covering my mouth.
"Miss Ortega, your behaviour at this school has been unacceptable. I have a distaste for people who think they are funny." Headmaster Hunter expresses to me, I remove my hand, dropping it at my side. "Anyway, I'm here to inform you that although your grades are improving. You are still failing in one aspect of school that is necessary for you being here."
"All right, what is it?"
"Actually showing up to the therapy sessions that I keep assigning you. You're not showing up."
"Because I don't want to go." I express to him, shrugging my shoulders. "I mean, what? Why am I even getting therapy? Nothing's wrong with me."
"Isn't there?" He asks me, I feel my heart immediately drop and I want to slap him for how out of line he is.
"That was uncalled for." I express to him, "I'm telling my dad about what you said, I'm sure he'll be happy to find out—"
"—Jenna, your dad wants you to go to therapy. Losing your mother is a very difficult thing, especially with how close you two were." He tries to sympathise with me, I don't say anything in reply as I'm really annoyed right now, "It'll be good to talk about these personal issues with a professional."
"I don't need too," I state, firmly. "and I don't need some old man trying to force me to do something thinking that it's in my best interest when he hasn't even tried to like me for a second." I angrily say, walking away from him and walking back into class. Gosh, I hate that man, I hate him. How can Y/n put up with him—? I mean, she doesn't. She doesn't put up with him well, but at least she can have a somewhat civil conversation.
***
I arrive at Y/n's dorm and she opens the door, shirtless, again. I swear, is she just always shirtless now? I immediately raise my eyebrows, looking at her in surprise. She goes to speak, to defend herself but I rest my hands on her shoulders, moving her back and shutting the door with my foot.
"What're you trying to do to me, Hunter?" I ask her, keeping my right hand on her shoulder and I lightly drag my left hand down her body. "Seriously, are you trying to show everyone else what I'm teaching?" I ask her, noticing her blush as she lowers her head.
"S—Sorry." She apologises, speaking quietly.
"Good." I let out, softly. "By the way, I hate your dad." I confess, removing myself from her and walking over to her desk. Not hearing her say anything for a moment.
"Uh— What... What'd he do?" She asks me, walking over and sitting beside me, looking as if she's ready to fight him at any moment.
"He tried to convince me to go to therapy and I said that there was nothing wrong with me and he has the audacity to go 'Isn't there?' and tries to tell me that I need to talk about my feelings because my mom died. Yes, fine, maybe I do but never to a school councillor or therapist." I explain to her, her eyes look over at my bag as I pull out everything I need.
"Why?"
"Because one wrong word or choice of words and next thing you know, you're being examined and you're parents get a phone call about what you said only to shout at you when you get home. It's ridiculous. I'm not going through that again." I express to her, intensely. Getting more frustrated as I speak. I feel her hand rest on my thigh and her thumb begins to stroke my thigh.
"It's okay, Jenna." I hear her tell me, softly. "That's okay to feel like that. I'm sorry it happened in the first place. You deserved to be heard and feel as if you can say whatever." She continues onto comfort me, I smile softly and let my shoulders fall. Feeling every ounce of anger leave my body. I look into her eyes and rest my head on her shoulder.
"Thank you, Y/n." I thank her, speaking softly.
"It's okay." I hear her say, quietly in reply. I smile softly and remove my head, beginning to pull out my notes and my favourite pen then, I look over at Y/n.
"All right, I'm ready." I say to her, she already has her notes laid out and we begin to go over some stuff. She eventually grabs a t-shirt and puts it on but it took her about 5 minutes and it was really beginning to make me want to jump onto her.
I'm just glad she isn't torturing me anymore by seeing her amazing body.
"J... Jenna?" I hear her ask me, I look over at her and see her eyes practically pleading for me.
"Yes?" I answer in reply, leaning closer to her.
"When..." She clears her throat, patting her chest softly. "When are you going to teach me something?" I hear Y/n ask me, her eyes moving from the ground to me, I look into her eyes, wishing I never betrayed them. I lift my hand up, moving it hesitantly onto her cheek and she leans into my cheek for a moment, making me smile softly. I stroke her cheekbone,
"You want a first lesson?" I ask her, tilting my head. She nods her head, lightly. I get up and I move her hands onto my waist which she complies with but I can tell she isn't wanting to look down from my eyes. I move my right leg over hers and lower myself, staring intently into her eyes. Trying to find at which moment they begin to darken. Trying to decipher how far I can go with this. "All right, well, I need to find out what you like, first." I inform her, her eyes move away from mines and onto her textbook. I cup her chin, forcing her to look at me as I roll my hips against hers, leaning close. "I don't mean from a textbook, I mean what do you personally like when you're touched?" I question, searching in her eyes for an answer. She gulps, nervously, takes a breath and begins to think.
"I... I don't know." She answers,
"All right," I reply, softly. "have you ever masturbated?" I ask, point-blank. Needing to know. Even the thought of it is making me want to finish on her right here, at this very moment.
"No." She answers, her cheeks flushing with a tint of pink.
"What do you do when you have a boner?"
"Wait for it to go down." She answers, truthfully. Oh, my love, why take away a perfect opportunity to touch yourself? I smile at how innocent she is, it seriously makes me want to treasure the way she is right now before I change her perspective on everything and introduce her to the world of sex.
"Mhm, okay." I let out, softly, smiling to myself. "I'm going to help you change that, okay? Can I do that?" I ask her, she nods her head eagerly. I grind on her lap and I move my hand up her neck, gripping her neck for a moment, before moving it down, I unbutton the first three buttons and feel myself immediately want to melt into her. Every bit of self-control is leaving my body the more I go on.
"P... Please." I hear her let out, her voice strained as if she was holding something in.
"What do you want, Hunter?" I ask her, leaning in and hovering my lips over hers, feeling her getting hard underneath me, making butterflies shoot to my stomach.
"I... I don't know." She replies, as I feel her body begin to press against mines. Her right hand moves around to my lower back and I feel her begin to add more pressure, directing me on my movement. How can she sit there and say she hasn't done anything sexual and be a god at touching me? It's seriously unfair.
I move my hand to the back of her neck and I hover my lips, waiting for her to stop.
"Tap my back twice if you want me to stop." I warn her, she doesn't. I rest my lips softly against her neck, placing a delicate kiss on her neck only to move to another, close spot and place a more passionate kiss on her neck as she directs my hips against her. I hear her moan softly and her chest rising and falling with more and more intensity as we go on. I feel her other hand fall to her side, I drag my hand down to meet hers. Connecting our hands together as I continue to place multiple sensual, passionate kisses. I earn another moan and I feel her fingers begin to move under my t-shirt, resting on skin. I feel myself begin to get more excited moving against her. Losing all self-control that I have. "Do you want me to help you fix your boner, Hunter?" I whisper into her ear, after another kiss. I remove my head from the nape of her neck and look into her eyes, she nods her head.
"Y... Yes. Yes, please." She confirms, nodding her head. I move my hand down her body, feeling her rest her head against mines and then on my neck, clinging onto me as if I was the last thing that she ever could see and want. Fuck, she's big. I move myself off of her lap and lower myself, unbuttoning her trousers, unzipping the zipper and moving my hand into her boxers. I trail slowly, wanting to take my time with her.
"Is this okay?" I ask her, wanting to make sure. She nods her head and when I begin to briefly touch her, she moans again, tilting her head back and forcing her eyes shut. My god, hearing her moans are making me want her so much. They're so attractive, I can't help but want to make her moan even more. I slowly move my thumb over her tip and let the pre-cum slip down then begin to move my hand up and down her dick, moans slipping out of her mouth. I feel her hand move down to my face and she grips my face, making me look at her. "What do you want, baby?" I ask her, sitting on her lap but more toward the edge, still moving my hand torturingly slow. I rest my forehead against hers. She moves my hair for me, holding it back and looks into my eyes. Her eyes dark, her chest rising and falling intensely, beads of sweat beginning to roll down her forehead.
"I... I want you to be my first kiss, Jenna." She announces and - without realising - my hand stops. I don't move and I tilt my head, her moaning and leaning impossibly closer to me. "P—Please, don't... don't stop." I hear her plead, quietly. I begin to move my hand, this time with a little more speed than before.
"Is that so?" I ask her, she nods her head intently and I feel myself begin to debate. I'm literally jerking her off and I find out that she wants me to be her first kiss, why am I so turned on by her? I've never felt this horny for someone before.
"Please, I..." I hear a soft whimper and her rest her head on my shoulder.
"Come on, love, feel the pleasure." I whisper to her, earning a low moan as she clings onto me. Her hands struggling to rest on my waist. However, as I continue to move my hand, I can practically feel her about to finish at any moment. She tilts her head back, her glasses slipping off which I fix for her then move my hand down to her neck, moving it around the back of her neck. I place multiple kisses on her neck, about to create a hickey. Yet, just when I think she's about to finish. I feel a tap on my back. I immediately stop, removing my hand. Not wanting to pressure her. "Are you okay?" I ask her, concerned. She moves her head down and I watch as her eyes glance between mines then my lips.
"I... I... Jenna." I hear her say, hiding herself in her hands. Blushing.
"Did I do something wrong?" I ask her, she shakes her head and I adjust - without thinking - only to earn a soft moan and her body jolt against mines. I immediately rest my hand on the back of head, her hands resting on my waist and clinging onto it. I can practically feel her finishing and my god, does she look like a saint. I really just want to worship everything about her but I can't. I really can't.
"I... I'm sorry." I hear her apologise softly, now completely shy and not able to look me in my eyes.
"For what?" I ask, softly, tilting my head.
"Y...You know... uh, st—stopp...—stopping." I hear her say, removing her hands from her face and adjusting her glasses. Her hair looks so attractive right now, it's frizzy and fluffy and looks so perfectly messy. I can't help but want to take a picture of how she looks.
"I told you if you wanted to stop, tap my back. You did and I'm sorry if I overwhelmed you." I apologise to her, sincerely, resting my forehead against hers.
"I wasn't lying, Jenna." I hear her whisper softly, her shoulders completely relaxed, my body melts into hers and I feel comfort in her presence and sitting on her lap.
"About?"
"About you being my... my first kiss." She elaborates for me, I think for a moment before leaning over and grabbing my bag, I open it and pull out two books for her.
"Here's two books, I want you to read them and tell me what you liked and what you want to try. Okay?" I instruct for her to do, she nods her head and looks at me. Both of our breaths mixing together. I feel her hand move up my chest and then softly hold my neckless.
"You have a beautiful neckless," I hear her compliment, "where did you get it?" she asks, moving her eyes and looking into mines. Myself completely freezing for a second, feeling myself get goosebumps at her touch.
"...My mom." I answer, quietly. Feeling my eyes move down and rest over hers. "She gave it to me before she died." I add on, looking down at the neckless. Then, suddenly, I feel a kiss being placed on my forehead and although her hands are on my waist, she moves to have them around me and she hugs me.
"I'm sorry." She apologises, rubbing my back and I feel myself unknowingly melt into her body. I rest my head on her shoulder and against her body. Feeling her right hand rub my back and her left hand rub my thigh. "Thank you for doing this, teaching me." She thanks me, speaking softly that it makes my eyes feel heavy. "I won't lie, it must be frustrating to have to take it so slowly but I promise, I will try to be a fast learner." She expresses to me, I shake my head.
"It's okay." I mutter softly, feeling my eyes begin to feel so heavy. I feel like I'm about to fall asleep on her, I need to get to my bed. "Don't rush perfection." I say, running my hand along her shoulder and onto the nape of her neck. Feeling my body lean against her and she is holding me like a baby.
"I know, but... I not only feel so completely new to this. I feel bad that I can't help you." I hear her whisper to me, rubbing my back comfortingly. "I promise, one day, I will make sure that I take care of you the way you take care of me." I hear her say and after that, I am fast asleep, blushing like crazy.
*****
I wake up to feeling arms around me from behind and I immediately know the warmth of the person, knowing it's Y/n. I know my Y/n from the way she holds me, she's just too sweet. I turn around and I glance down, noticing that she has a morning boner. I chuckle softly to myself and I place a kiss on her neck, resting my hand on her stomach. Over her t-shirt. I begin to kiss down to her chest, teasing my hand on her waist band and once I move my hand slowly lower, I hear a soft groan fall from her lips.
"Please, keep going." I hear Y/n whisper softly, I smile and kiss her cheek.
"Good morning." I greet her, removing my hand and moving it along her stomach before having it over mines, I take a deep breath in and look over at her, seeing her head tilted back and a groan falling from her mouth before she moves her arm over my stomach. "How did I get here?"
"I didn't want to wake you, so, I thought we could just sleep beside one another." Y/n explains to me, her voice making my stomach flood with butterflies.
"I'm sorry, I just... I was really tired." I confess to her, she shakes her head.
"That's okay, you have nothing to apologise for." I hear Y/n reply, easily. I feel my heartbeat quicken and my jaw clench. "Sorry, I'll..." She removes her arms from me, "sorry."
"For?"
"Making you uncomfortable." I hear her reply, she wipes her eyes and face, sighing. I move her arms around me again and I rest my arm over her chest and my hand rests on her right shoulder. My leg being between hers and my body against hers.
"You don't." I respond, "I feel comfortable, actually."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Do you?" I ask, looking up at her. Noticing her eyes glance between mines and her gaze soften, her smiling and nodding her head. Her arm is around me but I feel her hand rest on my jaw and her thumb stroke my cheek.
"You... You look very beautiful in the morning." I hear Y/n confess, feeling my lips tug into a smile.
"You're not wearing your glasses."
"I don't need them to see the most beautiful girl ever, plus, it's a very weak prescription." She informs me, making me laugh softly.
"I better go." I announce, feeling her cling onto me more.
"No, don't go." I hear her plead with me, making me smile widely.
"Y/n, I have too. Plus, you need to control your big friend down there." I inform her, beginning to untangle myself from her and I realise I'm in one of her shirts. I smile, deciding to keep it on and I grab my skirt, then put my shoes on. I head over and grab my bag, "I need to go, I'll see you in class?" I ask her, she nods her head and uses her forearms to hold herself up, she runs her hand through her hair; making me simply want to get back into bed and kiss her so many times that it feels as if nothing else will save me, I let my shoulders fall and I open the door, leaving. I shut it behind me and quickly head to my dorm room.
I open my door and I see Madeline sitting on my counter, smiling widely.
"Well, hello you." She greets me, hopping off of the counter and walking toward me with breakfast already made for me. "Who did you sleep with this time?"
"No one." I reply, sending her a smile. "And thank you." I thank her, making her smile widely.
"Come on, tell me all about it." She says, directing me to the couch and we begin to talk about what me and Y/n did last night while I eat breakfast. Just thinking about it is making me horny again.
*****
I'm at the nearby court and I'm studying what's going on, the objections, the meaning of the objections, what they're saying, what the defence is coming up with, everything. I'm trying to find a good understanding of it all and really pay attention, it's making Y/n proud of me anyway. I notice a presence and I glance to my right to see Y/n, sitting beside me. Her hand is holding my favourite sweet, I look at her in surprise.
"How did you know?" I ask her, quietly, she chuckles softly, her smile making me weak in the names.
"I have sources." She replies, "Now eat, Madeline told me you refused to eat this morning."
"You talked to Madeline?"
"She was in your dorm room. I wanted to see you." Y/n expresses to me, I raise an eyebrow and notice her glance at me as she begins to write the title of the case, she rolls her eyes. "Not for that. Although, I did finish both books."
"Interesting, aren't they?"
"Very." She says, her voice perfectly hoarse and raspy at the same time. I want to hear it again. She runs her hand through her hair and adjusts in her seat, manspreading and having her notebook on her lap. God, let me be her notebook. "Can we cancel our session tonight?" She asks me, looking over at me.
"Why?" I ask her, raising an eyebrow, looking over at her.
"My dad... he's... been trying to get me to join a meeting with his and I told him that I can't do that unless I miss a class or a session tutoring you, so, he ordered me to cancel the session." Y/n explains to me, I let my shoulders fall and notice that it's practically about to go on a break. I grab my bag and look over at her, I cup her face and smile softly.
"Or you could skip it and I can have fun teaching you something that I think will really help benefit you, hm?" I suggest, seeing her eyes glance between mines before she nods her head lightly. "Good, thank you, love." I thank her, seeing her begin to blush. I stand up and leave, going to the bathroom and then going to go back to Dellecher. There's no point, the Defence has practically won the case already. I don't see how the Prosecutor's can pull it back.
***
I'm in the school's office and I get called into the school councillor's office, I don't want to go but I've been avoiding this and they've finally convinced me to go. I sigh, grabbing my bag and heading toward the guy.
He's slim, got a thick beard, thick fluffy hair that looks nice to run through, he doesn't seem too happy or too sad or eager to get into anything. He just seems very relaxed.
Why is he so relaxed?
"Hi, my name is Adam, it's very nice to finally meet you." I hear the school councillor inform me, I sit down in my chair and set my bag down, I immediately get comfy, resting my hand on my cheek and watch as he sits down, resting his notebook on his lap. He looks up at me, "So, first, where would you like to start?" I hear him ask me, looking up from his notebook as he scribbles something onto the page already. How is there already an observation to be—? Oh, I know...
"Che succede." (I don't care, a/n: i think, sorry if I got it wrong again aha) I reply in Italian, hoping he doesn't know it so I can pretend that I don't know English. Thank god, finally Italian's finally starting to come in handy.
"Ah," He hums out, "Sto imparando l'italiano." (I'm learning Italian) He replies, smiling widely. "da dove vuoi iniziare? " (Where do you want to start?) He asks me, again. I sigh, letting my shoulders fall.
"I give up, I can speak English." I confess to him, removing my hand from my cheek and sighing, leaning into the chair.
"I know." He replies, "It was fun, though." He continues onto say, I roll my eyes and shrug lightly. "I understand that you don't want to try therapy but I hope that in the end of this session, you will feel glad that you've at least tried." He confesses to me, I shrug lightly.
"Sure." I reply, quietly.
"So, how's classes going? Are they going okay for you?" He asks me, sounding interested. I think for a moment, confused. "You seem confused."
"I am."
"How so?"
"It's not a very therapy question." I express to him, sincerely. Making him chuckle softly.
"It's the first session. We don't need to immediately start with the heavy shit." He replies, shaking his head lightly as he adjusts in his seat and rests his notebook on the arm rest. "So? How's the classes, are they working for you?"
"Yeah, I... I guess. I'm doing okay." I answer, nodding my head.
"From the looks of your grade, since you got a tutor, they've been improving. I'm glad." He confesses, I send him a short smile that he returns. "Now, I just want to be clear that whatever is said in this session and the following - if you are to continue coming here - then it will strictly be professional." He explains to me, I nod my head.
"So, you say." I reply, quietly.
"Can you elaborate?" He asks me, curiously.
"Well, loads of therapists say that. Like, loads. I mean, it's kinda ridiculous." I explain to him, before letting out a soft scoff, "Because it's only when said therapist is worried about his or hers client that they can inform the school and I find that ridiculous because you should at least have the client's consent to do so." I explain to him, him nodding his head.
"Does that worry you a lot?"
"Does..." I begin, hesitantly. Slightly confused. "Does what worry me?"
"What your school knows about you, mental health wise?" He asks me, I honestly feel my heart stop and I clear my throat, taking my jacket off and sighing softly.
"No, I... I don't think so." I say after a small stammer, shaking my head lightly. "No. I— No." I state, shaking my head.
"You sure?" He questions me, I think for a moment before shrugging, looking down at my fingers and fiddling with one of my rings. I don't say anything, struggling what to come up with. I don't hear him say anything— The silent technique. My least favourite thing. The silent technique is kinda self-explanatory, it's when a therapist doesn't say anything and waits for the first thought of their client to come into their head to begin to conversation or begin another conversation if they don't want too talk about a previous conversation.
"My dad's been trying to get into touch with me," I inform him, glancing over at him, noticing his mouth fall open slightly. "I'm not replying though, I'm... slightly annoyed at him." I confess to him, him nodding his head.
"Can I ask why?" He asks, carefully. Looking as if he doesn't want to bother me.
"I mean, he put me here. Against my will. Because he thought I wasn't learning from my mistakes." I explain to him, he nods his head and hums softly.
"That must feel really shit for you, him having those low expectations of you." He tries to empathise with me, I nod my head, my eyes focusing on my rings once again.
"Yes, it's... it's something. I mean, one moment he has these high expectations for me, job-wise. He thinks I should be a lawyer. But for me, me as a human, me and my moral's, he just has such low expectations and doesn't even pay attention since he thinks he knows everything about me." I express to him, progressively getting more and more intent about my words.
"That has to be confusing."
"It is. It feels diminishing. I feel like I'm not even his daughter sometimes, I more feel like his... project." I express to him, he nods his head, beginning to scribble some words on the page before looking up at me. "Like... Like he wants me to do exactly what he says, exactly how he says, he just wants me to be in the same—in the same wavelength as him, but I'm not and I don't entirely agree with what he does and what he wants, anyway." I continue onto express, him nodding his head as he glances between the notebook and me before setting the pencil down.
"That must feel really aggravating, I'm sorry." He apologises, I sigh and shrug.
"It doesn't matter." I reply,
"Doesn't it?" He questions, I think for a moment, inhaling softly.
"I mean, I... I don't know." I express to him, shrugging lightly. "Why?" I question,
"Well, I know about your mother. I guess you could say we were friends at one point, and I know how hard your dad is sometimes, especially in moments of weakness. Plus, he's your dad. The only parent and figure in your life who is not really focusing on you and what you want." He explains to me, every word stinging like a poisonous bite that kills in 2 seconds. I feel myself immediately want to cry because it's true. He's mean when he's hurting or upset, he's the only figure in my life yet he doesn't love me, pay attention or even try to get to know me. "Is that why you supposedly act out?" He questions,
"What, to get his attention?"
"Some people do that as a way to get attention, they act out." He answers in reply, I nod my head, lightly.
"No, I know. I know." I answer in reply, "I mean, I never really thought of it that way." I express to him, him nodding his head. Not saying anything for a moment.
"All right, let's just sit with that for a moment. So, to recap so far..." He begins, I nod my head lightly,
Maybe therapy isn't so bad...
***
I'm in my dorm, doing some revision for my test that I have coming up and I hear a knock on my door. I let my shoulders fall and I get up, heading over to the door, I open it and go to turn around but I see Y/n. Her tie is messed up and her shirt is a little ruffled along with her hair.
"I'm here for my lesson." Y/n announces, quietly. I cross my arms, smiling to myself. I chuckle, swaying back and forth before looking up at her.
"You are?" I ask her, tilting my head and my smile turning into a devilish smirk.
"Yes..." She answers, shyly. I smile and offer my hand, she takes it and steps inside, I shut the door behind her and direct her to my desk.
"Sit." I say, she sits down in my sit and I sit on her lap, facing away from her. "How come we are doing it in my room?" I ask her,
"If I'm skipping a meeting, my dad will interrupt." She answers in reply, I hum softly and nod my head, adjusting myself on her lap and making sure to rub against her. Earning a guttural moan from her.
"You okay back there?" I ask her, earning a soft chuckle.
"Very." She answers, softly. "What're we doing today?" I hear Y/n ask me softly into my ear, her hand moving around to my waist as she moves her chest against my back. I lean into her and I feel her chin rest on my shoulder. Her thumb stroking my waist.
"I'm going to finish my revision first," I begin, "then you're going to tell me your favourite part of the two books, and what you would like to try." I explain to her, feeling her nod her head lightly.
"All right." I hear her shyly answer in reply, I begin to write, continuing my revision as I hear Y/n begin to speak. "M—My favourite part was when Emily and Callie are making out in the showers." I hear Y/n begin to say, I nod my head, slightly moving against her.
"Is that so, love?" I ask, feeling her hand move to my waist,
"Y...Yes..." She answers, nodding her head.
"Tell me more."
"But I—I can't... damn it," She whimpers, tilting her head back. I glance back at her and I notice her whimpering, "J—Jenna, I... I can't—"
"—Come on, baby, say something." I say, smiling and feeling myself become completely entranced by her but I can't give her my full attention just yet. I can feel her boner against me and it's making me so horny but I can't give into her so easily.
"I... I want... can—can you l—look at... look at me?" She asks me, I turn to look at her and I wrap my arm around her shoulder, resting my head against her.
"Yeah?"
"Kiss me." She tells me, I look into her eyes and try to see if she is ready. I don't know though, I know I really want to but is she ready?
"Are you sure?" I ask her, leaning close to her and continuing to look into her eyes. I wanna know that she's ready for this.
"Please." She says, softly. Leaning closer to me and ready to kiss me. I smile softly and lean close, resting my lips against hers. Feeling myself immediately become more electric. I immediately feel myself want more and I become a little more perkier.
I feel like after kissing her, I want more and more. I want more jokes, I want more of her. I can't help but want more of her. She's so addicting. I feel her pull away, moaning and tucking her head into my neck as I continue to grind on her, I smile to myself, feeling myself be completely and utterly head over heels for this girl.
"You okay?" I ask her, she nods her head, resting her hand on my neck and I hear her let out a tiny whine that she tries to stop herself from doing by kissing my neck. My god, her kisses are deadly. I feel my stomach practically drop and want to give into right then and there— homework. Get your homework out the way then help her boner. "Homework." I blurt out,
"W... What?"
"I need to finish my homework," I state, grabbing my jotter and pen, beginning to write and continue to answer the question. I'm almost done anyway. "I promise you, as soon as I'm done, I will make sure that this is taken care of." I assure her, resting my hand underneath her chin and moving her head to look at me. I notice her eyes have darkened.
"But... But what about—?"
"—Give me 5 minutes." I state, looking at her, noticing her sheepishly nod her head. Clearing her throat. "Thank you, baby." I thank her, kissing her cheek.
"Mhm." I hear her let out, I continue to write, taking my time this time. Noticing her adjust in her seat and because I was there, it was a lot more difficult for her. I notice her let out a struggled grunt before clearing her throat. "J... Jenna, are you—are you almost... done?" I hear her ask me, I shake my head.
"Not yet."
"Please h—hurry." I hear her say, politely. I smile and nod my head. I go even slower, trying to take my time to see how much she's going to be polite with me. That is until after a few minutes, she sighs and tilts her head back. "Jenna, please— it—it's starting to hurt." I hear her complain and rest her head on my shoulder, her eyes squeezing shut. I begin to write fast, speeding up and as soon as I'm done. I lift her head and kiss her, changing positions and turning my body to hers. Grinding against her. "Oh—" She bites her bottom lip and I feel her cling onto me, I feel myself begin to smile. She's so attractive.
"Look at me," I say to her, she shakes her head. "Y/n just look at me." I instruct her to do, she lifts her head slightly and I help her, cupping her face and lifting her head, continuing to move and earning a moan— I hear a pounding knock on my door and we both jump, surprised that we're being interrupted. I get off of her and she stays there, I open it a little bit. "Headmaster, how can I help you?" I ask him, speaking slightly loudly and I hear shuffling, Y/n beginning to hide.
"Y/n, where is she?"
"I don't know, isn't she your daughter?" I ask him in reply, noticing him tilt his head to the side.
"She would've had a session with you, she's supposed to be at a meeting with me."
"Then why aren't you at the meeting?"
"Because I—" He sighs, "Because I'm looking for my daughter who's decided to run off and play hide-and-seek!" He answers in reply, being all moody and angry.
"Okay, jeez, I was just asking. Well, she hasn't stopped by here so I suggest you look elsewhere." I suggest to him, him nodding his head.
"All right, well, if you see her... tell her I'm looking for her." He says to me, walking away and down the hall, I shut the door and I rest my back against the door, sighing.
"I hate my life." I hear Y/n complain as she glances at her dick then back at me. I can't help but smile, feeling myself want to laugh.
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