Literally.
I slipped my hand into my panties and touched myself thinking of nothing but Riggs and the way he made me feel.
Riggs
My hand was pressed firmly into the wall of the shower, the hot water running down my back, as my opposite hand stroked my cock.
Thoughts of Adele filled my mind.
All day long, she was all I could focus on.
The way she looked.
The way she smelled.
The way she laughed.
The way she kissed.
And the way she moaned.
Leaving the photo shoot without the promise of more time with her had been torture. My drive home had been a blur. I could barely remember it because my mind was still stuck back at the resort with Adele.
I came home and tried to keep myself busy by focusing on my upcoming week at the farm, but it was useless. She was in every thought.
Unable to stand it any longer, I walked upstairs and jumped in the shower. I needed to quell the sexual tension I’d been feeling since I saw her walking toward me before I even knew her name.
My fist pumped harder as I recalled the feel of her lips against mine.
Damn.
She was sexy.
I tightened my grasp, stroking faster, and remembered the sound that escaped from the back of her throat when I rolled her to her back.
She felt so good underneath me.
Closing my eyes, I imagined her sweet body naked underneath mine while I drove my hips into hers, sinking my cock deep into the heat between her legs.
At that thought, I groaned and tensed as I finally found some relief. I slowed the pace of the jerks of my hand until I’d emptied everything that had been stored up all day.
When I was finished and my breathing had returned to normal, I turned around and let the water run down the front of my body.
I gave myself a few minutes to do nothing but stand there and enjoy that. It was nice until I started thinking about Adele’s ass.
Then, despite the fact that I just came harder than I could remember doing in a long time, that feeling was starting to stir again. I groaned.
“Fuck, Adele,” I hissed.
Maybe a second round would help.
I gripped my semi-erect cock firmly in my hand and started the whole process over again. This one wasn’t nearly as powerful, but by the time I finished, I felt spent.
Not wanting to risk another round, I switched the water temperature to cold.
Once I’d sufficiently blasted myself with the cool water, I turned off the shower and got out. After I got dressed, I made my way back downstairs to grab a late dinner.
But no sooner had I finished eating when I recalled Adele rolling her hips against my thigh. Groaning again, I couldn’t do anything but put my dishes in the sink and make my way back upstairs.
I had to get to sleep if there was any hope of my dick surviving the night.
I quickly brushed my teeth before falling into bed.
And for more than twenty minutes, I tossed and turned with no end in sight.
Why was this woman having this effect on me?
With no other choice if I was going to get any sleep before needing to put in a more labor-intensive week than usual starting early tomorrow morning, I had to go for one more round.
The only difference between this one and the last two was that I wasn’t thinking about the feel of her body underneath mine or her lips against mine. This time I thought about the way I felt being around her for that short time today.
And that’s when I realized what my problem was.
I was terrified of never being able to feel that again because I’d let her walk away from me.
This was me facing my punishment. I’d be left to a lifetime of self-provided hand jobs because I made excuses in my mind for why it wouldn’t work with Adele. I’d missed my shot, and now I was paying the price.
Suddenly realizing that my thoughts were doing little to help me get to the finish line, I had to shift them to something else.
I figured the fantasy was better than the harsh reality I was currently dousing myself with now. So, I closed my eyes and imagined I was stroking my cock. Only this time, Adele was there… sitting on my face.
That thought.
That single thought brought me back to a good place.
What I wouldn’t have given to make that idea my reality. Adele, naked, sitting on my face, and moaning.
Yeah.
That was all I needed.
When it took almost no time of having that vision in my mind to find my release, I no longer had any doubts.
I was a fool.
And I knew I needed to figure out how I was going to forgive myself for making what was easily going to be the biggest regret of my life.
Adele
Any worries I had about not being able to concentrate at work because I thought I’d be too distracted by my memories of kissing Riggs yesterday were squashed early this morning.
I was sitting at my desk while my students worked on their spelling words, and I was trying to figure out how to handle the situation that was plaguing my brain.
When I got to my classroom earlier this morning, I began putting things away to prepare for my week. A few minutes before I expected the students to start filtering into the class, I realized I hadn’t put the snacks I’d purchased away yet. I grabbed my two reusable grocery bags carrying said snacks and started filling up the closet in my room. After I put the last item on the shelf, I turned around and was startled by one of my students, Brent.
He was looking beyond me into the closet, marveling at its contents.
“Morning, Brent,” I greeted him.
“Good morning, Miss C,” he returned, still not focused on me.
I’d told my students at the beginning of the year that they could call me Miss C instead of Miss Copeland if they preferred. Most of them preferred.
“That’s a lot of snacks,” Brent added.
“Yeah, I have a few things I bought especially for some projects I’m planning for us over the next couple of weeks,” I explained. “Of course, there are some there to have just in case we need a snack break.”
I watched as Brent licked his lips. Instantly, I was concerned.
“Did you have breakfast this morning?” I asked, knowing Brent was one of several of my students who not only bought school lunch but breakfast, too.
He blinked his eyes and brought his attention to me. “Uh… yeah,” he replied.
I wasn’t sure if he was being truthful, so I offered, “If you’re still hungry, I can give you a snack. Would you like something?”
At that moment, voices entered the room before we saw any students.
Brent shook his head. “Um… no, I’m full. But thanks for the offer.”
“Okay. Let me know if you change your mind,” I advised. I wasn’t concerned about offering snacks to my students. In the beginning of the year, I’d sent home forms for parents to complete for a multitude of different things. One of them was regarding the fact that I would have snacks available in my class either for projects we were doing or just in case someone needed one. Each parent was asked to complete the form letting me know if they had any reservations about their child having any. With the exception of one student who had an allergy and couldn’t have dairy, all of the parents had given their approval.
Brent gave me a nod and moved to his seat.
Once the rest of my students had arrived, we got right to work. Monday mornings were reserved for introducing our new spelling words for the week. Throughout the week we’d work with those words in a variety of ways before having a spelling test on Friday.