The Equivocator

Chapter 1

"Oh yeah, that feels good," she breathlessly moaned, "Give it to me harder!" I rolled my eyes, but kept vigorously rubbing myself. I swirled, went up and down, in and out, and was almost there so I started going faster. I closed my eyes in concentration and started breathing quickly. I was so close to what I wanted, needed, but to no avail. My drive started to fizzle out, and the building sensation of being on the verge of an orgasm, dissipated into nothing. And that was it, quick as it came, quick as it went. As usual. I sighed, and closed the tab to the porn I was watching. The sultry woman's, well, more like the woman that was trying to be sultry, voice cut off as she was yelling, "I'm about to c-". I rolled my eyes even harder. Porn really lost its appeal after you've stopped masturbating. I buried my face in my hands, not moving for what seemed like forever, but in actuality was only minutes. I finally lifted my face from my hands and checked the time on my tablet, it was almost time for school now. I threw on a black pencil skirt and an incredibly soft sweater. I pulled my thick black hair into a high ponytail and grabbed my glasses, I was way too squeamish to put contacts on. I got ready and headed out, still wondering what I was doing wrong. I had so many questions swirling around in my head, such as why couldn't I ever reach an orgasm, among other things.

I arrived at school with time to kill, and went to the cafeteria. I took out my books from my bag and tried straightening it up a bit. I scrunched my face as I pulled out a half-eaten Twinkie buried beneath a layer of old tissues. As I pondered how a pair of socks got wedged in between the pages of my math textbook, a finger tapped my shoulder. "Hey! Watcha doin?" Said a way too chipper on a Monday voice. I turned around, still holding the old Twinkie and the socks. My best friend Amica was smiling brightly at me, that was until her gaze lowered to my hands. "Um, eww, should I even ask what you are doing with those?"

"Cleaning," I said

She cocked her head to the side, "You're cleaning with a Twinkie and a pair of socks?"

"No," I sighed, "I'm cleaning out-"

Amica interrupted me, "Oh, okay. So guess what I just found out?" her blue eyes sparkled in anticipation.

"Uh, you are getting new blonde highlights?" I guessed.

She huffed then flipped her blonde hair, "No silly. We got a new teacher!" she squealed, then started bouncing up and down. Amica stopped bouncing when she noticed my confusion, and crossed her toned arms across her equally fit chest. "He's a new HOT teacher!" she exclaimed, as if that answered everything.

"Wow, really? That is truly amazing Amica."

Either not hearing my sarcasm, or just not caring, she continued," He's a math teacher, I heard his name is Jack Hendrix."

I snorted, "His last name is Hendrix? Like as in Jimi Hendrix?"

Amica shakes her head, "I tell you about a new smart hottie on campus, and what catches your attention is the fact that he shares the last name of a musician?" I shrug my shoulders, that guy could really play the guitar.

Thankfully, Amica turns her attention to someone else. "Finally, someone who can appreciate a good looking guy," Amica breathes. I move over to the side and see it's Delilah, our third friend in this geeky and slightly weird trio. She was short, dressed in all black, and was wearing a strapless top. Her hair was styled in romantic curls, falling over her impressively large breasts.

"Are you talking about, the new teacher?" Delilah said, her voice deep and seductive, "I just saw him, do you think he's into college girls?" I look down at her incredulously, has everyone lost their minds, and had them replaced by lusty body snatching pod people?

"Really girls? You're swooning over a teacher? How old is this guy anyways, in his thirties? I say, trying to be the voice of reason.

Delilah smiles, "What's sexier than forbidden love? Also, older men are way more distinguished and experienced, particularly in bed."