teacher ♤ s.t [rewriting]

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C O U R T N E Y ♤

He was startled, I could tell. I had just about called him daddy, for whatever reason my brain thought was worth it. Maybe the shock on his face was. Maybe I should snap a picture and send it to Sarah with the accompanying caption, "daddy".

Or maybe not.

Shayne swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he processed what just came out of my mouth.

"C-Courtney," he stumbled over my name. "I didn't- I was joking when I said to call me d-daddy."

He leaned back against the wall, shutting his eyes, presumably exasperated. Maybe just pondering over his life decisions at that very moment.

"S-sorry," I mumbled, "Are your legs any better?" I inquired gently, trying to change the subject.

He nodded. "Yeah."

"That's good."

"Uh-huh," Shayne replied. He still seemed a bit shaken up, but nevertheless, he glanced at me. "I think I'm gonna get out now, so, uh, could you go into the room?"

"Okay," I agreed quietly.

Several minutes later, Shayne emerged, in boxers and a t-shirt, sitting down on the bed beside me, his hair still dry, gladly.

He sat up against the headboard, his arms crossed loosely over his chest, his eyes screwed shut as he concentrated on breathing.

I guess calling him daddy might've shocked him. He did make that reference in the car, but as he said, he was just joking. I'm sure Shayne didn't mind it, but it was just surprising.

I pulled myself into the bed to lay next to him, too tired to get changed.

Shayne was my first everything. First real, official boyfriend (we don't talk about Dante). First kiss. First sexual experience ever. I'm sure I definitely wasn't his first anything, first girlfriend, kiss, sexual anything.

I don't know if that thought makes me feel better or worse, honestly. All I knew if that I was content, laying here with my head on Shayne's chest.

"What're you thinking about, doll?" he rasped, rubbing my back gently.

"Nothing," I mumbled, trailing my finger nail gently over his collarbone.

"Really, baby, you looked like you were thinking pretty hard about something," he continued.

"It's n-nothing," I replied, smiling gently up at him to be reassuring.

"Because I was thinking about something, too, little girl," he mumbled in my ear.

S H A Y N E ♤

She had some effect on me. She wasn't some magical succubus with the hottest body in the world, or someone with a huge amount of money that lived in a mansion. She was Courtney.

Courtney had a slight pudge on her stomach that she was slightly ashamed of. Courtney lived in a run-down house with many other siblings and a pair of fighting parents. Courtney was innocent and pure.

I considered her the most beautiful woman in the world.

The memory of the way her pretty pink lips were wrapped around my cock made me nearly come again, this time in my boxers.

She shifted gently over my chest, her hand trailing down my side, her nails digging into my skin. I hummed in pleasure, reaching up to comb through her hair softly, hearing her sigh in content.

♤

we're staying at a hotel in north carolina until tomorrow morning (the 27th) and since we're with my mom, we watched the pg version of pink panther and now whenever i write, the french accent is how i read it in my head

love yous so so much!

- cal xx