teacher ♤ s.t [rewriting]

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C O U R T N E Y ♤

I hadn't bought any Christmas presents for my family, so I made Shayne drop me off at Sarah's house so we could do shopping together, like she invited me to earlier.

He gave me what I thought was going to be a quick peck but turned out to be his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth, his hand gripping my waist right before I got out of the car.

Sarah, being the wonderful friend she is, stood and watched. For whatever earthly reason, Sarah watched us make out.

"Bye, Shayne," I mumbled, right before he grabbed my shoulder, preventing me from leaving.

"Bye, princess. This trip was fun," he murmured, his fingers reaching up to tug on my hair gently.

Color flooded my face as I gave him one last kiss before slipping out of the car, grabbing my duffel bag from the back.

"That was hot," Sarah laughed, opening the door. I facepalmed.

"Sarah! Why'd you watch?"

"How was the trip?"

"It-it was..." I trailed off, the random memories scattered throughout the trip suddenly bursting into my brain.

"Have you fucked yet? Gotten really into it yet?" She winked suggestively.

"What- no, Jesus," I mumbled, blushing scarlet.

"Now, how was the trip?  Did he, you know, take you for a ride?" She wiggled her eyebrows, leading me into the kitchen.

"Sarah!" I yelled, exasperated.

"I'm sorry, I just want my best friend to get laid because Olivia has and Noah was so damn close with Tiffany," she gushed.  "I'll shut up about it after this, but please, tell me, did you do anything with him?"

"After school Friday, w-we took a shower together, and two, was it two? nights ago, I gave him- I gave him head-d," I stammered, my voice in a low mutter.

Sarah silently made a face, overjoyed, no doubt, to hear her best friend fucking a teacher, nearly.

"See, and now we can go shopping!" she exclaimed excitedly, apparently extremely psyched that we were having sexual relations.

I giggled nervously, feeling Sarah grab my hand and pull me to her mom's car she was borrowing.

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Brad laughed as Kari opened one of the last gifts under the tree; a red flannel that looked about the same as Shayne's.

"It's because Courtney took Damien's, and he's your boyfriend."

She giggled, wrapping it around her. "Thanks, Brad," she grinned.

"Now, Court, open yours," he instructed, handing it to me.

I slowly and warily tore open the wrapping paper, revealing a plain white flannel with a huge, red negative sign in a circle on it.