I thought about her last night. Again. Lately it’s been happening more and more.
I’d hooked up with this chick from out of town who I just met online. It’s not what I was trying to do, it wasn’t my intent, but this woman looked just like her. Same long dark hair, same big brown eyes, almost the same septum piercing even. Yeah the smile was a little different, and the laugh a bit off, and the way she looked at me wasn’t the same. She was older. But still.
I wasn’t thinking about those things while I was fucking her – I was thinking about Mia. I was thinking about finally making her mine; I was thinking about pounding her brains out and making her cum til she’s stupid. I was thinking about turning her into my own little whore.
Which is a problem, because Mia’s half my age. And my former student.
I felt guilty afterwards. Troubled. Those aren’t the kind of thoughts you’re supposed to have for a girl you mentored, for a young lady you built up time and again when no one else would. My hookup had no idea; she loved it, she just thought I was a rough guy, kinky and intense.