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Trixie pov:

Katya left this morning and I'm already bored. I held her captive in bed for awhile making out and feeling eachother up. She started fingering me but just as I was about to finish she fucking got up in a rush for the airport. she's Such a tease. I've been just laying in bed for a while not doing anything. I'm still horny from before and I can still imagine Katya on top of me whispering in my ear and squeezing my hips leaving wet kisses along my neck and jaw.

I let out a moan and slowly travelled my hand down into my panties feeling how wet I still was. fuck Katya got me so worked up. At the thought of her I felt another gush of wetness and I dipped my fingers into it lubing them up and circling my clit. My head flew back onto the pillows and I spread my legs wider arching my back.

" mm fuck Katya." I moaned out loud even though she wasnt there. I just imagined her head between my legs licking and sucking my pussy her hands gripping my thighs.

I slipped a finger in and started pumping it quickly adding a second, needing more. My hips started rolling into my fingers and I sped up my fingers around my clit going faster and pressing harder.

" fuck Katya fuck fuck." I moaned as I came all over my fingers my back arching of the bed. I gasped out loud and fell back my chest heaving. I was floating on a cloud if pleasure for a while just laying there in my post orgasm daze. Fuck it felt good.

I woke up half naked and tangled in the sheets. Warm yellow sunlight was shining in the room now giving it a comfortable warm glow. I rolled over to my bedside table and saw it was already noon. Katya should be on her way to Russia now already.

I lazily got out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen. I poured myself a cup of coffee, today I planned on going to the school and setting up my desk / classroom. School starts on September 10th and it was already August 23rd. I had been avoiding going because I know what the teachers at that school think about me but It doesn't matter I have my own actual class now.

I got dressed in a pair of pink capris jeans and a crochet sweater and matched them with some white heels. I called an uber and gathered all my stuff while I waited. I got my class list and binder of activities and the curriculum I also got poster paper and cork board borders. I got a message on my phone from my uner so I grabbed my purse and keys and rushed out to the car.

" hi." I rushed out shoving my stuff in the back seat.

" hi were too miss uh Trixie." He said looking at my name on the phone.

" Boston middle school please." I said buckling in and fixing my straighten hair.

" Boston middle it is." He said changing the gears of the car and driving. I looked at my phone and saw it was already 1:30 katya had only been on her flight for 4 hours. With a sigh I clicked off my phone and leaned my head back rubbing my temples.

" This may seem weird but can I ask is your name Trixie Mattel as in Beatrice Mattel?" The unber driver asked glancing at me in the mirror.

" uhh yea why?" I asked slightly nervous.

" oh my god I know I recognized you It's me Kyle, Kyle Padinski." I looked and realized it really was Kyle.

" oh my god you look so different how are you and how are things?" I asked I knew it was Kyle but I honestly forget how I know him.

" good, good I rode my Hockey scholarship to college and now I'm in sports business and stuff I deal with Financial stuff for the Boston Bruins." He said turning the coner.

" oh wow thats great I'm glad things worked out." I said genuinely happy for him.

" thanks, how about you?" He asked looking at me in his mirror again.

" oh good I just got a full time job as a grade 2 teacher at Boston middle, Hence the boxes of classroom posters and I'm leasing a house I'm still friends with Amy I have a girlfriend an-"

" oh you have a girlfriend." He said slightly shocked and sad?

" uh yea her name is Katya." I smiled at the thought of her.

" wait like the famous Katya Zamolodchikova the one who does the financial stuff for her fathers auto part company and is like a crazy famous stripper." He asked his eye widening. How the hell does he just remember everyone?

" yes she's my girlfriend." I said again

" thats crazy I just had a meeting with her a few months ago her dads company is now a sponsor of the Bruins." He said keeping the conversation going.

" thats cool. So how about you got a partner?" I asked casually.

" heh nope not since highschool, not since you, guess I've just too busy to get one since then." He said only a block away from the school.

" I'm sure you'll find someone." I said getting nervous again. Thats how I knew him I dated him in highschool.

" hey Trix can I ask you something?" He said turing the corner the schools view in sight.

" I guess yea." I said starting to gather my things.

" did you break up with me because your a lesbian or was I just not a good boyfriend." He asked pulling up to the school.

" yes I am a lesbian but that doesn't mean you weren't a good boyfriend I just, you weren't my type but I bet you are some other lucky girls type." I said trying not to sound harsh.

" okay bye Trixie maybe I'll see you around." He said once I payed him online.

" yea maybe, have a good day." I said struggling with my boxes and turning around heading to the front of the school.

I got to the door and pulled out my ID badge almost dropping all my boxes. I tapped my card and waited as the door unlocked. the door rushed open blasting me with a blow of cold air. I walked down the empty hallway my heels clicking on the floor, I reached my room and saw my name plate on the door.

" Room 106"

Ms. Mattel

I slid my key In the lock and turned is lightly pushing the door open. I took a few steps into the dark room and fumbled my hand along the wall searching for the light switch, my fingers ran over it and I flicked it p turning on the lights revealing and empty classroom. the walls were bare, all the desks were pushed to the side leaving the floor open and empty. the book shelves lining the back wall were all empty the books all in boxes on the floor. I looked around and smiled, I have a blank slate to work with.

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