” I couldn’t tell her. God, I hope Garrett didn’t tell Becky. Oh God, Garrett. The rest of the day passed in a fugue state. I knew the truth of ...hat Garrett thought of me. That beautiful boy. He knew I existed which was worse than not knowing I was alive. He knew I existed and thought I was plain, ugly, nowhere near as beautiful as Becky or Constance. He thought I was the plain dumb boring girl who’s obsessed with books before, now he thought I was the evil manipulative whore, but I couldn’t. Slowly and sexily she turned round and lifted the shirt over head, making her large breasts jut out invitingly, I needed to touch her so badly, feel her close again. She smiled and circled her pointed nipple with a clear-varnished nail of her perfect finger, seductively sucking her finger deep into her mouth before repeating the ritual on the other nipple. I was so horny, my erection was pushing against my shorts like I couldn’t remember. My robe was the only thing between decency and showing. More

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