I rushed out the door and into my mothers car. She sat there realyping lipstick, once I hopped in she smiled with lipstick on her tooth. I pointed it out and she quickly fixed it.
"So why were you late?" She asked, driving out of the parking lot.
I nervously looked around, and gulped. "Ms. Jane made me do extra practices." I lied.
She sighed, "That teacher is something. . ."
I nodded, and turned on the radio. Loudly.
When I got home, I ran up to my room and fell onto my bed. I brushed back my hair and sighed, "What have I done?"
I felt tears spring out of my eyes.
I sniffled and ran into my private bathroom. I needed to wash her off me. I tore my clothes off, and looked at myself in my mirror. My hair was to my waist, deep brown. My face sweet, my big blue eyes, doe eyes. My lashed long, I didn't even need to wear mascara. I looked down at my naked body, my breasts medium sized and perky. My stomach flat. My thighs were bigish, I was tall about 5'9. My vagina was hairy, I hadn't shaved or waxed.
I frowned, everybody might like my body. But I was insecure. I turned around, and looked at my butt, it was shaped like a bubble.
I walked into my shower and let the water wash over me. Wet my hair, the warmness engolf me.
After my shower, and I had gotten into my warm pajamas. I got into bed and wrapped the blankets around me. Letting my sorrow fill me.
When I woke up, it was 7:00 on Saturday. I had skating practice, at 7:15. I immediatly got up and packed my spandex and t-shirt. I changed into some sweats and a baggy sweatshirt.
I brushed out my straight hair and let it fall down my back. I ran down stairs. My mom was walking on the tredmile, I popped down a peice of toast and fell onto the couch.
"Whats up hun?" Mom asked me as she turned off the news and got off the tredmile.
I sighed, "I feel sick." I lied.
She frowned, and felt my head, "You do feel pretty hot."
I nodded, "Do I have to go to skating practice?"
Mom shook her head, "I do have work, but you can stay home."
She ran upstairs, and got dressed.
I heard my toast pop up, and I jumped up. I smeared crunchy penut butter on my toast and strawberry jam.
I walked back to my couch and turned the channel to a re-run of Pretty Little Liars.
Mom jogged down the stairs in her usual, Brown dress shoes and an ugly pant suit.
She kissed my cheek, and ran out the door.
"Bye." I muttered, but she was already gone.
I continued watching Pretty Little Liars, then about 20 minutes later there was a knock at the door.
I grunted as I got up, and walked to the door. "Hel-" I stopped.
"Ms. Jane. . .um, what are you doing here?" I stuttered.
"Hello, Mila. Honey, why weren't you at practice?" She asked.
I backed up as she stepped in, "I-I'm sick."
She felt my head, "You don't feel sick. And you certaintly don't look like it." She purred.
I backed up another step, then I tripped over a step and fell. Ms. Jane fell with me and landed on top of me. She kissed my neck and I shivered, her hands moved up to my sweatshirt. I tried crawling away, but she kept me on the floor.
Her lips moved up to mine, I was suprised but I felt myself giving in. Ms. Jane's hands were up my sweatshirt and they were playing with my boobs. I had no bra on, so she squeezed them. I moaned against her lips, then she took my sweatshirt off and sucked my breasts. I inhaled, and moaned again.
Her hands then moved, to my yoga pants and she slipped a hand into them. Then my panties were invaded by her warm hand. I arched my back into her, and she stuck a finger into me.
I cried out her name, then she bit my nipples softly.
So this is super short, PLEASE COMMENT!!!
