A full week had passed since Ariel had seen Nick. Since the day he’d asked her to stay after, she had been skipping his class, leaving school early instead of attending her math lesson. Something extremely unlike the straight A student, but, she figured, it was also unlike her to let men old enough to be her father touch her pussy. Actually, it was unlike her to let anyone touch her pussy. She’d only ever fantasized about having sex, and she’d be lying if she said she’d never fantasized specifically about Mr. Kennedy’s cock. She’d recently started watching porn, sneaking onto the sites when she was alone in her room. She’d turn the volume down completely and peruse through PornHub.
And she wondered, now more than ever, if his cock looked like the ones she watched on her phone. Like the ones she touched herself to at night, trying to keep herself quiet so she wasn’t caught by her parents. He hadn’t let her see it, though he’d seen her bare pussy and touched it with his fingers. Every time she recalled the sight, remembered the feeling, her panties were soaked all over again. Since that afternoon, she’d been fingering herself nightly, trying to do it like Mr. Kennedy had, but she couldn’t figure out how to make herself feel the way he did.