Saint Peters Academy, My Fathers Private Boarding School for Boys.

Saint Peters Academy. 34.

Blood ponded through my veins as I pushed myself in the pool. All I wanted to do was escape. Get away from everything that was wrong right now. Everything that seemed so right four weeks ago seemed so messed up now. My frustration over being at this school was at breaking point and the boys I had been missing were driving me crazy. I’d been back less than two hours and my temper was already soaring.

Pulling my body into a streamline position after kicking off from the edge I suddenly felt a soft thud against the side of my body. Spluttering and kicking, I pulled myself upright and looked around for the offending victim. There, on the edge of the pool, stood Ashcroft Blake, in all his crowning glory. Resting in his hand, a lengthy pool noodle. “Heya Baby cakes, how was the vacca”?

Looking at his toned muscular arms reaching out from beneath his rolled up sleeves off of his designer shirt a feeling came over my body. My previous frustration and anger suddenly focused. All I really needed was to get laid. I hadn’t had a proper make out session since New Zealand and my hormones were going crazy.

Knowing what I needed a resolve came over me. I same to the edge of the pool and pushed myself out as sleekly as possible. Closing the proximity between his warm dry body and mine I reached out to begin fiddling with his tie. “It was fun. Saw some cool stuff. I guess I should really apologize about everything that happened before I left. I’ll have to make it up to you somehow”.

I fluttered my eyelids gently smiling up at him. He gulped nervously before smirking lightly. “And how exactly do you plan to do this”? I pursed my lips together and pretended thinking momentarily before skipping past him and sprinting off across the room, being careful not to slip on the wet concert floor. Before I could take three steps he had his arms wrapped around me capturing me jokingly. Throwing my weight against him dampness overcame us as we fell into the pool. Laughing as we rose to the surface I took in his soaked designer shirt and floppy hair in his face. Giggling I swam to the edge of the pool, followed closely by Ash.

“That was very, very cheeky Miss O’Hara. I may need to put you in detention for that one”. He rested his arms either side of me, trapping me against the pool edge. “I’m sure we can come up with a more mutually appeasing option for me to be punished than detention, Mr. Blake. Perhaps we could head back to your room to discus these options”?

His face suddenly fell as his arms and body recoiled away from me. “Nean, I’m sorry. I have to go. This isn’t right. You’re my student we’ve been over this before and it just can’t happen”. I sighed as I he swam toward the pool edge. “Ashcroft Blake. I know it’s wrong, I know it’s illegal. But I really want you and I know you want me just as badly. I’m sick of pretending that I don’t want you to fuck me senseless so can we please just go back to your room, spend the rest of the day getting tangled up in your sheets and move on like mature adults. We just need to get it out of our system and move on. I’ve been wanting you to do all those nasty things you want to do since the first time I laid eyes on you and I am down right sick of pretending I don’t. They way I see it is I have made it into such a huge deal in my head that we’ll do it one and get it over with because reality can not be as good as my imagination”.