Kiwi // H.S. // A.U.

Chapter Nineteen

EMMA

I wish I was anywhere but here right now.

I was at my school in a tiny classroom with all the teaching and admin staff saying goodbye to one of the crankiest old teachers we had. Out of nowhere she had decided to retire. She told me in secret that her kids were such assholes this year that she could only last three months until they forced her to take her overdue retirement.

Mrs. Horus was cranky and intimidating, but I genuinely liked the old woman. She never held back her words and liked to gossip about the other teachers. She was who I had told me that the fifth grade art teacher Mr. Carter had been huffing paints for the past twenty years. She always told me that I was the only one she felt she could trust this information from because I had a kind face. It had made my heart warm, and my spirit sadden to see her go, so it was a big reason I didn't want to be there.

The other was because I was sore and too sensitive. Too sensitive, in fact, that I couldn't sit down without wincing.

Last night after we got home from the gym, Harry had made good on his promise to stuff his face in-between my legs. What I didn't know was how many times he was going to do it. Once against his front door, closing it quickly and pushing me against the hard wood. Second time in the kitchen after he warmed up some dinner for us, taking the time to eat my ass while I was bent over the counter. Third time in the shower. The fourth was in his walk-in closet as he picked out some clothes for me to wear. The fifth had me nearly crying from sensitivity when he brought out the finger vibrator I had used on him just twenty-four hours previously. The sixth he didn't even touch me, just setting me on the corner of his dryer while our workout clothes dried. He stood leaning against the wall, stroking himself lazily until I climaxed due to the high setting he put it on, body shaking, and falling to the floor to get him in my mouth.

Finally he fucked me. Right in the hallway outside his bedroom, not being able to make it to his room. Lying me down on the carpet, and lifting my bottom half up, knees over his shoulders. I was so sensitive that I came within minutes, squeezing him and milking him dry faster than we had ever finished.

I had a swollen clit, dry pussy, and rug burns on my shoulders and neck, but I loved it. It was a reminder of the complete mindless bliss I had been in the night prior. And Harry had been so soft afterwards, carrying my limp body to the bed, and spooning me. Then cooing me awake in the morning with soft kisses and praises in my ear. I could tell how much he loved how I pouted and whined at every little touch. It was driving him crazy and I reveled in it.

I had been a bit on edge all week at work, because of Mrs. Horus' retirement. That meant a new teacher had been hired, and I dreaded the idea that Lauren would become a permanent fixture in the halls. I wouldn't know until Monday, and I was glad I was busy this whole weekend. Harry and I had decided to spend all day Saturday and Sunday morning together before I had to be home to cook for Millie.

We had talked about trying role-playing, tossing around some ideas and scenarios to think about. I had decided not to go out with them Friday night, thinking maybe that would be a little too much. That would be four straight nights with Harry, more than half the week, and while I enjoyed staying with him in his bed, I didn't want him to get annoyed of me. I knew I should probably back off a little if I wanted this to last for as long as possible. There's no way if we kept up at this pace that he wouldn't get sick of me come Christmas.

When the school day ended, I said my last goodbye to my classroom neighbor, surprised by the hug she gave me, and started down the halls. I was looking in my purse for my keys when I rounded a corner and walked straight into a hard chest. I stumble back and look up with wide eyes to see a man I've never met before.