Unveiled Sessions

Chapter 19

Millie

As soon as I step off the school grounds, I head straight home, my mind filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The thought of spending some time with Bailey tonight, just the two of us, in the darkness when no one's watching, is enough to make my body burn with an indescribable desire. A desire only Bailey can fulfil.

"What am I supposed to wear?" I whisper-yell, my voice filled with frustration, as I rummage frantically through my wardrobe, pulling out one outfit after another, desperately trying to find something decent to wear.

I don't even know where she's taking me. Is this supposed to be a date?

The truth is, I only had a plan. I was supposed to keep my head down, and graduate from Huxley High. That was it. I never intended to cross paths with Bailey Steele, let alone get the chance to talk to her. I've been fantasising about her since the moment I first laid eyes on her, years ago. She barged into my life unannounced and stripped me down of all the defenses I had built.

Since then, I've been admiring her, craving every inch of her, imagining what it would be like to taste her as I touched myself. Yet, here I am, standing in front of my wardrobe, staring at my clothes, wondering if Bailey's going turn tonight into a night I'll never forget.

The things I'd willingly let her do to me are filthy, obscene. Those thoughts haunt me, keeping me awake at night, as I toss and turn in bed, fighting desperately the ache between my thighs.

"Maybe we're just gonna hang out like two friends..." I mutter, the words feeling foreign on my tongue because deep down, I know friends aren't supposed to know what you taste like.

After having enough of digging through my wardrobe, I finally pull out a pair of baggy Levi's jeans and a black hoodie from the wardrobe. Then, I quickly step into the pants, the fabric feeling soft against my fingertips as I pull them up over my hips. My entire seems to work on autopilot as I tug the hoodie over my head and turn to examine my reflection in the mirror, looking myself up and down. There's nothing particularly special about the outfit, it's simple but comfortable.

A few seconds later, I pull my brown into a high ponytail, and walk over to my nightstand. A soon as I reach it, I grab my phone and spray my Prada Paradoxe perfume all over myself, the familiar scent filling the air and making me feel more confident. Then, I slip on my shoes and bend down to tie them, trying to ignore the way my heart pounds violently against my ribs, like an unspoken warning.

"Relax, Millie. Bailey isn't gonna eat you..." I whisper to myself, sucking in a deep breath as my chest rises and falling rapidly.

But what if I want Bailey Steele to eat me out?

Suddenly, I hear the sound of the bell ringing, pulling me out of my trance. My treacherous heart skips several beats as I glance down at my watch. I freeze involuntarily, my breath catching in my throat the moment I realise it's already 6pm.