Teach Me [COMPLETED✔]

14

Aspen

School was bad. Then again, I didn't like it.

Word got around that I was in the hospital. I didn't eavesdrop, but then again I could hear their words perfectly. Some said I overdosed on painkillers, another said I tried cutting myself. They whispered that I missed my mother, that I wanted to be with her.

I had to bite my tongue every time, to keep from retorting at all those comments. Yes, I did miss my mother. But to the extent to kill myself? To act on one of the most vile acts that would for sure send me to eternal hell? I'd take a pass, I was dumb, but not completely stupid.

Why would I want to die at this point? Why when I was barely beginning to discover many new things? When I was learning so much.

I wouldn't kill myself. I had so much to see, to learn from Chris.

There was so much gossip around me yet no one really knew exactly why I was there. And it made me wonder how word got around, not once that I was in the hospital did I go out of my room. Even Penelope and Lilith didn't know until I told them about the hospital food.

From that moment they bombarded me with questions, asking what had happened. I couldn't lie, but I also couldn't tell them the extent of what happened. It was only a thin omission, I was still being truthful with what happened. I slipped because I was clumsy. Not once did I let Chris's name slip, leaving out the fact of what led me to fall.

I thought lying was supposed to be easy, but was I really lying? To lie I would have had to have been asked what exactly happened with Chris and they didn't ask. They had no reason to know what went on in my head. But at the same time, I wanted to tell someone what I had experienced.

How alive I had felt for the first time, how I couldn't push away the thought of Chris. He was just a permanent string in my mind- in my heart. Pulling and tugging, unraveling me slowly. Peeling back all the layers that I didn't even know I had.

All frankness, I didn't even want to come to school at this point. I had thought that changing schools would have been hard, but it wasn't. Within the first weeks of school, I had fallen into a good rhythm. I didn't slack off, but I also wanted to leave so badly. I wanted to go home and see Chris, to talk to him. To find out what he could show me.

Chris teaching me about sex was way better than learning about boring politics and math I would never use. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of him and me, of the many things I would get to experience with him. Even if it was for a short time, because I knew that this was something short. That Chris was only doing this because he felt bad, that there was no other reason why he would do this.

Sitting in class, my eyes were always trained on the clock. Waiting eagerly for the hand to move, to reach four and to be gone from here. To race home and be with Chris, to have him touch me again and again.

After the shower, I had fallen asleep. Had woken up very late, missing Chris on his way to work. That was Thursday, I couldn't go to school until today, Friday. And I had taken that day to use the internet, finding more about what went on with my body. Finding out that what that wetness between my legs was, what that bliss that had happened to me when Chris did all that to me.

It was half embarrassing finding it all out, knowing I had climax for the first time. That Chris had done that with only his mouth, my mind conjuring up ideas of what else he could do.

Every nerve in my body was buzzing with delight. Blushing like a fool every time I remembered his words, my thighs pressing together at the thought of him kissing me down there. Oh god that feeling was stuck in my head. I could still feel his fingers on my skin, his lips pressing soft kisses. Those lips leaving marks on my body, because that's what Chris had done and I loved it.