Melanie's innocence is both a curse and a blessing. Sheltered all her life in a Christian boarding school, she knows nothing of the world's temptations, especially when it comes to love and desire. Her grandmother made it her life mission to keep Me...
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I finished my shower and I prayed, but as soon as I got into bed, I remembered what happened earlier on today.
I picked up my phone from my nightstand and removed it from the charger.
I turn to my side so I'm looking away from the window and go to google.
'Make you cum meaning' I typed in the search bar.
The results cause my eyebrows to shoot up in shock. I feel my face heat up and I exit everything. Oh my, is that what he meant? He wants to have sex with me?
I've never had a man call me beautiful before, so the surprise fully registers now.
He thinks I'm beautiful... and he wants to have sex.
No way, my grandmother would end me.
I put my phone back onto the night stand and pause when I hear a starting sound by my balcony.
But I brush it off, it's probably those creepy bats.
When I lay back in my bed, I couldn't stop thinking about it.
I felt... excited.
. . .
The professor is handing out the test scores.
I think I'm sweating bullets and pooping bricks right now.
Every time he went past or came close to my desk, my heart would beat out of my chest. I was nervous because if I don't get a mark that meets Mr. Rivera's standards he is going to stop tutoring me.
Even though he's a mean douche, he's a good teacher.
"Miss. Miller, fantastic job." The professor places my script on my desk and I immediately turn it the other way. Unsure if I want to see.
I quickly put my hands together and bow my head for a little prayer before I take a look.
A fat A* stared back at me and my mouth gaped. Oh my— I don't know who to share these news with. I feel insane jitters in my bones and I just need to scream at everyone—in a happy way, of course.
I wish Liyah was here, but she had to go help out somewhere.
When the lesson ended, I couldn't resist rushing into Mr. Rivera's office. I was so into the joy that was buzzing in my veins that I forgot to knock before I budged in.
The regret I feel is instant because now I was witnessing Mr. Rivera, behind some blonde woman that was bent over his desk. His face was twisted in pleasure, his lips were slightly parted, his skin glistening with sweat, and his eyes were hazy and low. The blonde on the desk was moaning, although his hand covering her mouth made the moans almost inaudible.
I thought he'd stop when he saw me, but he stared in my eyes and he continued to ram into her hard and fast. It didn't last long though, because after a short while, her legs were shaking, as she scratched the oak table with her long acrylics. I couldn't stop looking, at her tear strained yet pleasant face, Mr. Rivera's muscles, the part in between his legs that was barely visible, and he way he gripped her butt in his big hands.
I felt my stomach dip and the funny feeling returned in between my legs. I felt a thumping sensation, and it felt... moist.
I quickly turned around and apologised hysterically. Although my words came out jumbled and I stuttered. I hear clothes and belts rustling, before I feel the blonde push me to the side and slip out of the office with one earring.
"Mr. Rivera, I'm so sorry," I look back at him with apologetic eyes. "I didn't think you'd be doing that." I tried to ease the tension by passing an easy chuckle but he just glared at me.
He was dressed now, but there were a few buttons unbuttoned on his shirt.
"Is there a day when you don't create some sort of havoc?" He asked. Ouch.
"It was a mistake, I was just really excited about—" I throw the paper on his table, and he glanced at it. No shock in his expression, whatsoever.
He looked like he expected it.
Well, that sucked.
I won't get the joy of him telling me he's proud of me.
Sadness drowns me, and I pick up my script and clutch on my tote bag before I headed for the door.
"Melanie," he called out. I turned my head back to him and hummed softly in response.
"I'm proud of you." He said, after a long pause. My disappointment floats away and a warm smile adorns my lips. "Thank you." I grin at him.
. . .
Even after I left his office, what I saw earlier kept on resurfacing in my mind every once in a while.
"Are you telling me you don't know anything at all about sex?" Liyah gasps. I hit her shoulder and tell her to shut up. "Wow, you really do live under a rock." She says.
I roll my eyes, "I went to catholic school my whole life," I said. "I was always taught that it's wrong, and it will haunt me for the rest of my life."
And it was true, they had these classes that everyone had to attend. They would make us write down all the things we should save for only our faithful husbands.
Make us swear upon our loved ones that we wouldn't participate in any form of inappropriate acts.
"That's bullshit," Liyah laughs. "God won't abandon you just because you have sex. Look at me for example, I'm gay as fuck, but that doesn't make me love God any less." As she spoke, her words made perfect sense in my head. "I believe in him, and I pray. I go to church and I read my bible, but God doesn't expect me to be the most perfect person ever made," she held my hand. "Hey, listen to me, if you can't resist it don't fight it."
It put me into my thoughts. What exactly can't I resist? I don't know what I want, I just want to feel like I'm living and not just existing.
"You want some homework?" She asked, with a wink of her eye. She leaned closer to me, "Watch a little prom tonight to educate yourself a little."
