Forbidden Desire - (Gal Gadot)

five

11:30 p.m.

I've been doing homework and preparing for the Criminal Justice project we're all doing tomorrow.
All I've been thinking about is Gal, and the kiss we shared. It was totally uncalled for, but I liked it. I actually felt something. I never feel those feelings.

The way she got on my lap keeps replaying in my mind over and over. I was sitting there, and she just slowly made her way onto my lap with her legs wrapped around me. Still, I feel foolish for letting my hands have a mind of their own, because they literally felt all over her legs, and ass. I'm not complaining, because I liked it. The only thing is, is that I wish I could control myself a bit more.

Like, her leading me on to answer a question when she obviously knows the answer? Get the fuck on with that. It does make me mad how she can make me do anything. When she said 'and I can break you.' I don't even want to begin having thoughts about what she would do.

Right now, I would be texting Margaret and maybe asking her to send pictures. Instead, I'm texting Gal and asking her to send pictures— I'm kidding.

My mom is totally oblivious to me being gay. She thinks I'm bi, but would only date guys. Honey, if she only knew. I love my mom, I love my whole family. Some more than others but, it's okay. Hopefully, since I'm old enough and have my whole life planned somewhat not really ahead of me, she can accept the fact that I'm gay, and move on.

I'm in bed, overthinking, rethinking, and just playing certain scenarios in my head that I create. Gal is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my wandering eyes on. Her face, her plump lips, her fucking eyes, man. When she's in a mood, and she gives me that look, panty dropper! Anyway, her body. Not that she's petite, because she is most definitely not petite for that height of hers. I think she is just the perfect size, y'know? Her breasts are nice, too. I don't really know how to go on from there. Her ass too, good grief! I always thought her ass looked good, but when you give it a nice grip; Heaven is for real.

I never really wondered what Gal was like in bed, but that doesn't mean I'll never wonder. From the way she just came onto my lap, she just went with the flow. There was no awkwardness, no tension, she just... did it. Of course for me, internally, I was losing my shit. On the outside, I was loving it.

9:30 a.m.

ring, ring

My eyes shoot open at the sound of my obnoxious ass doorbell. I quickly get out of bed and run downstairs, almost fell, and open the door.

"Joseph. What bring you here so early?"

"Early?" He scoffs and invites himself in. "Where's Margaret? I thought she would be with you."

I shrug, shutting the door after he walks in. "I dunno. Maybe, she'll be here at a... you know, reasonable time."

"But aren't you guys... a thing?"

"I...— no. Who told you that?" I turn around facing him as he pulls out his phone.

Jo shows me a text message from Margaret.

'Katie and I had such a good time last night, we took so many pictures and she fucks so well!'

"She fucks so well." I say, slowly shaking my head. "Margaret is crazy."

"She's obsessed with you!"

A few hours later, Margaret comes over and we all act normal as we work on our project together. Every now and then Margaret will get a bit close to me, and I would put my arm around her; not feeling anything, but wishing it was Gal.