Shaken up
1464 Words
Noah's POV
She had lost her composure. I hadn't imagined it. Her flushed face and uncomfortable demeanor. It happened.
I smiled as I walked along the hall. It had gone just as I'd imagined it would or was I asleep? Could this be a dream?
Davey's fist struck me in my face and I knew it wasn't a dream. Dreams don't cause pain and give a black eye.
I was smart enough to take the surprise hit and go down. Fighting back would mean my death. I wasn't ready to die just yet.
Mr. Hardly showed up again just as I knew he would. The man was out for blood this morning. Maybe the missus was starving him from getting some much-needed action. I could see it going that way.
He looked at the both of us simultaneously, fuming as he did so. I cupped my right eye and winced. f**k!
Stars floated around my view making it hard for me to focus on the faces.
"What happened here?" Mr. Hardly asked in a voice that could sharpen granite.
I put my right hand up. "I started it. He was just defending himself."
Davey stiffened in shock. He wasn't expecting that and neither was I. I'd gone full-blown psycho diving at any chance to get punished.
Mr. Hardly turned to me, ignoring Davey completely.
"You little shit." He pulled my arm going to the Principal's office.
I remembered Evelyn Buckley's expression when I had flirted with her. She had been caught off guard. Could I risk making a bold move?
It was like a game of chess. Every move counts. One wrong move and I'm done for.
"Again?!" The mean secretary scowled. "I hope she skins you this time."
"Me too," I said, masking a smile.
Eve's POV
Noah walked into my office just as I struggled to get my hand away from my dripping p***y.
My skin went pale from the shock and I pretended to concentrate on a closed book directly in front of me because I knew my pale face would betray me.
He stopped by the door. I could feel his eyes on me. Watching me. Trying to understand what I had been doing before he walked in. Did he know? I felt like he did. His eyes were accusing me. I knew they were.
"I'm back." He said cheerfully.
My head stayed low as I replied. "Who let you in?"
I had tried to keep my voice steady and failed. My voice shook with the same intensity my heart raced.
He said, "Wendy."
Something about the way he said it was off. Like a detective who was just about to crack a case.
"Mind if I sit?" He said walking forward.
Fuck no! Don't come close. I could sniff the familiar scent of my wet p***y all around me. It's all I could smell.
He would smell it too. I was sure of that. I had to stop him from coming closer.
"Wait!" I said too fast and too loud.
He stopped abruptly, surprised at my behavior.
"I think I might have the flu. Don't want to pass it around." I sniffed in pretense to the lie I'd just told.
He didn't seem to be convinced.
"Really?"
I gulped. "Why are you here?"
"This."
I looked up for the first time since he had come in. He was pointing at his right eye. The skin around his eye had turned an ugly dark shade of purple. Whoever had hit him had the potential of being a pro boxer.
His eyes examined my face and moved to my body. Something about the way he smirked suggested he knew exactly what I had been doing before he walked in.
"You look pale. That flu must have really shaken you up."
He knew! The annoying fucker knew.
I tried to look nonchalant by keeping my face expressionless. Even if he knew, there was nothing he could do. That knowledge wasn't helpful to him.
"Do I have to punish you again?"
He nodded. There was a smirk on his face. His radiant blue eyes taunted me. I flinched, retreating my focus back to the closed book.
I opened the lower drawer and picked up the sheet of paper with the punishments. I didn't really need it so there was no explanation for why I'd gone for it except for frayed nerves.
That was a big mistake. My fingers stuck to the paper. He watched as I tried to cover it up. It was too late. I'd done myself in.
I couldn't face him after that. I called Wendy in to help me punish him. I left the office early. Apparently, I wasn't feeling too good.
Back at my apartment, I felt better after three shots of whiskey. It sharpened my nerves which had been in terrible form all day. It also reminded me that I had a fiery p***y that needed to be stroked. I could feel the pressure build-up within me.
It was hard to hold a thought longer than a second. I couldn't even keep my clothes on. My friggin t**s felt heavy; my n*****s hard.
I decided to massage my t**s and see where it goes from there. I wasn't sure what to expect anymore but immediately my cold hands touched my t**s, I left Earth.
Fuck! My whole body resonated with the feeling taking over my entire body. I felt like a prisoner, a slave in my own body.
My manicured nails grazed my n*****s. Lights exploded in my head like dynamite. I felt dizzy. A burning knot twisted somewhere in my stomach.
The slightest touch would destroy me. My body was in its most fragile state. I could feel it.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine a gorgeous-looking man mounting me. His face was just about to take shape in my mind.
Striking blue eyes. A strong aggressive jawline. A tall athletic body that would easily merge with mine. I could see his face now. A familiar face. Noah?
I opened my eyes gasping. I cleared the image from my mind as fast as it had come. Let's try again.
My fingers rolled small circles around my c******s. The speed of the circles increased with the intensity of the pressure rising in my p***y.
It wasn't my finger doing the work anymore. Long slender fingers that belonged to the man whose breath fanned my neck. His strong arms rested by my side. Was he trying to say something? He was.
I pulled closer to hear what he was saying.
"YOU LOOK PALE…THAT FLU MUST HAVE REALLY SHAKEN YOU UP."
What the actual f**k! I gasped almost jumping out of my own body. It was Noah's voice in the same mocking tone. There was a hint of laughter in it.
I shivered on the bed.
Why was a teenager creeping into my mind? Dominating my s****l fantasies. Why?!
I didn't have much sleep or rest after that. My night was terrible. It was just f*****g terrible.
I contemplated skipping work the next day. It would have been the wise thing to do considering everything.
But yet I found myself in the office being stalked by Wendy. She seemed to be in an energetic mood that morning.
She kept her nose deep in every single move I made. It was like she expected me to slip up.
Ellie showed up an hour later rescuing me from her dark cold clutches. I thanked her for it.
"What's got you riled up?" Ellie asked.
She could tell something was up. We had known each other for too long. I couldn't dodge the question so I told her about everything. I told her about the weirdo that had catfished me and about my s****l anxiety. I told her about Noah Grant and how he had hit on me. About my f****d up fantasies.
"Wow. That's a lot to take in." She sighed.
I sighed too. "Tell me about it."
"I feel like I should point out how I warned you about this whole substitute principal thing being a crappy idea."
I sighed again. It wasn't fair that she was trying to link what I was going through to the decision I had made.
I could see us getting into another argument about it. I could see it happening and I would fight about it because of how I felt at that moment. My s****l tension kept me in a constantly agitated state.
There was a buzz on the comm. Wendy. I hoped it wasn't a parent. The parents were the worst!
"There's someone here to see you. Another fight." Her voice was tight with disappointment.
"Who?" I asked feeling a knot in my belly. I knew who it was.
"Noah Grant."
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