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i. goodbyes
Scrubbing my skin gently with a loofa, I closed my eyes and allowed the hot water to run down my bare body.
Humming in content, my mind on my hot history teacher, as always. Imagining his huge, tattooed hands running down my body, instead of mine.
I imagined his hot lips running down my throat while his hands palmed my ass, kneading roughly. I imagined him roughly turning me around, smacking my butt cheeks harshly, then placing a kiss where his palms landed, sweetly.
I imagined him speaking filthy things into my ear as he swirled his fingers on my clit, making me moan wantonly.
"Please..." that was the only word I could seem to utter. I could feel Mister Jeon position himself behind me, hands gripping onto the tiled wall, I could only shake in anticipation for his next move.
"Is this what you want, little girl?" he mocked, hot breath on my ear, "Do you want Daddy to fuck you-"
"PERSEPHONE!" Mom's scream roused me from my dirty fantasy, jerking me back to reality, "We're leaving babe! Come say goodbye!"
Shooting up from my bed, I took a look into my mirror to make sure I wasn't too flushed before I ran out of my room. Pulling the bottom of my floral dress down, I walked normally downstairs.
Seeing Mom and my dads, I grinned and jumped into Mom's arms. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" I asked, pulling back to look into her eyes. Mom rolled her eyes in amusement, "We'll be fine, honey. We're more worried about leaving you alone here." Papa Luke pulled me into a tight hug, "How could I leave my sweet little baby here all alone?" He cried dramatically laying his head onto mine. The long strands of my dad's blond hair trickled into my eyes.
Pushing it away from my face, I sweetly smiled. "I'll be okay, dad. Besides, Dee is going to stay here most of the time." I said. My best friend Desiree, Dee for short was planning to spend our summer here before we had to start thinking about college. Papa Luke pulled away before Father placed his hand on my shoulder-pulling me into a short hug. "We trust you, Persephone." He looked down at me intently, "Do not let Desiree Ravenstahl into my kitchen."
