“I’m... so sorry, Lauren, but I have to admit, I’ve been attracted to you from the first time you walked into my class,” Genna began in a hushed tumble, only half-apologetic, more, it seemed, a plea for understanding from the younger girl.
“You don’t know how often I wanted to hold you, to touch you. How hard it’s been to keep my hands off of you. Oh... Lauren, Lauren, darling Lauren, please let me... don’t be afraid... I’d never hurt you,” she spoke the words in the hushed reverent tones of a lover. “Will you try with me? We can stop whenever you want to. Please, Lauren.”
The young girl looked into those pleading eyes, the eyes of a humble supplicant, and she couldn’t think of a thing to say. There was something a little scary about this, but she decided, she wasn’t actually afraid. How
