Erotica: The Bad Boy Converted Me

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I think I was drugged a couple of days ago.

Yep, that’s definitely the reason. My mind was dusted with fuzzy pictures of flying unicorns and talking zebras, hence the reason why I allowed myself to think of indecent images of Gabriel fucking Augusto whilst getting fingered by my girlfriend.

Oh God I’m a horrible person...

Ave Maria, [Haily Mary}

Cheia de grace [Full of grace]

 O Senhor é convosco.  [The Lord is with thee.]

Please Father, don’t send me to hell. I can change; I can be a better person. I mentally pleaded, whilst my eyes were transfixed on the white-wash ceiling.

Funny how you would associate white with paradise or more specifically heaven and here’s me already seeing the black, iron gates leading to the fiery pits of hell.

I growled and hit my head on the wooden desk.  The impact did little to block the memories of my encounter with Gabriel out of my head, Very much to my dismay.

The memory of Gabriel’s eyes engulfing mine as I was getting pleasured.

The memory of Gabriel’s groans sending my pussy pooling with wetness.

The sweet memory of imagining Gabriel’s fingers inside me, pumping my pussy faster and faster-

Shit, I’m going to hell.

The thought alone was turning me on, making warm liquid caress my thighs. Note to self, never ever wear a skirt to school. I squirmed and shifted in my seat, I felt hot, flustered and dam right uncomfortable.

I’m a lesbian for Pete’s sake!

Aren’t I?

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

Maybe?

Grrr, this is like high school all over again. Poor little old me at the age of eleven, debating on weather I preferred men or women, if I wanted a dick inside me or just a pussy to rub, if I was straight, gay or bisexual?.. And here I am experiencing it all over again.

God, I’m so fucking confused.

I blame Gabriel for this.

If you want someone to blame it should be yourself, for falling for his boyish charms in the first place. My inner voice contemplated.

I’m not falling for him!

Yes, you are.

No, I’m not.

Admit it; you are totally wrapped around his finger.

 It’s just a stupid crush! I will get over it.

Sure, you will. You keep telling yourself that.

The bell rang at that precise moment and I was more than happy to leap from my seat and get the hell out of here.

Bewilderment is certainly not an emotion I want to be experiencing right now.

Most of the class already departed- or should I say dashed out the room just as I was collecting my things.

Eager much? Urgh, what does it matter? I want to get out as much as them.

 I swung my bag over my shoulder and was about to walk out when I heard thud.