The Melody of a Protagonist

Chapter 14- Guilty Pleasure

                                                       Chapter 14.

Bailey hunched against the chipped, peeling plaster wall under the well-worn Office sign. She picked at her metallic green nail polish as she waited.

This was an almost daily routine for her now; she’d even started recognizing familiar pictures amongst the missing plaster after observing it on such a regular basis. Her brow furrowed- he’s late again she thought to herself. Why was he making her wait? She kicked at her schoolbag impatiently.

“Well, that’s not very nice- what did that bag ever do to you?”

She looked up. Oliver Lapel was looking down at her; a collection of thick textbooks cradled under one arm.

“You’re late again” Bailey responded in an attempt to sound nonchalant. She tossed her hair, coolly.

“I had a meeting with another student that ran a little long” he responded, his brown eyes fixed on her.

“You see way too many other students” she replied slowly, closing her eyes and rolling her head to the side.

Bailey drew her arms above her head and arched her back seductively as she stretched against the wall, making an effort to ensure she pressed her shoulders and butt firmly against the plaster; emphasizing her beautifully luscious breasts.

Bailey peaked up from behind a closed eye to see if Oliver was looking at her.

He most definitely was.

Bailey smiled to herself, a little smugly.

Oliver stood silent for a moment, biting his lip. He then leaned in, reaching up and clasping Bailey by her left wrist with his free hand. He pulled her around the corner to an old shed where student stored their bikes during the day.

He pushed her roughly against the white paneled wall, still holding her wrist in his hand. He leaned his body into hers, drawing her arm back much more gently toward her cheek.

“We can’t keep doing this,” he breathed into her neck, pressing his weight heavily against her.

“I wont tell anyone,” she whispered, taking in the scent of his hair.

Oliver’s face contorted, his expression resembled someone’s dealing with severe inner torment. His grip loosened.

Bailey nestled her head into his neck, encouragingly.

Oliver Lapel was a very attractive man. He was in his mid to late twenties- probably 26 or 28 Bailey figured, though, she’d never asked.

He had dark brown hair, a rough beard and intense brown eyes. He was very well liked and respected by the other members of staff, as well as the students. - Many members of the school had confided in him deep, personal secrets yet he had never shared anything so deep and personal with anyone as his own secret weakness- Bailey Turner.

He let out a breathy sigh as he felt the warmth of her smooth skin brush against his face. He kissed her neck deeply, wrapping his arms around her slender frame.

A small gasp of air escaped from Bailey’s cherry-glossed lips as she felt a buzz of electricity flowed through her. Her fingers twitched involuntarily as her body buried itself more completely into Oliver’s, lustfully wanting, desiring him.

Oliver’s hand traced the smooth tanned surface of Bailey’s thigh, gliding over her skin with the delicate softness of silk. It lingered playfully over the stitched seem of her lustrous satin panties.

Oliver pulled back abruptly. Bailey jerked a little, surprised by the unexpected motion.

“I can’t. I have to go-“

Without any further explanation Oliver left.

Bailey froze for a few minutes; still contoured in the pose Oliver had left her in. She could still feel his hands lingering over her body for a few moments, and then, nothing.  

Bailey collected herself, straightening her askew school dress and smoothing out her hair. She started to move off back to the front office to find her school bag when the sound of the school rang through the nearby speakers.

Suddenly, someone appeared from around the corner….

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