“Call me Liz, please.” I said, frustrated. Aaaaaahhh!”
I gripped the table with both hands bracing myself as she continued. “They are just so beautiful together.”
“Unfortunately it’s not as picture perfect as they appear. Nothing else mattered. Johnson’s room after school, for your oral presentation. While I waited, I put on a robe, poured myself a wine and sat on the sofa. I propped my elbows behind me to see her as she worked her gentle magic on me. “I might have to hold you over for detention after school. The feelings she had awoken in me and things she’d done to me had changed everything. I’d like to watch it together in person sometime Lizzie.”
“Huh Ah!” I squealed. “Thanks again for all your help.”
“My pleasure Ms. She hummed her response never stopping her motion, my body had never felt so relaxed and electrified at the same time. Chantelle, looked in my eyes, smiling. I’ll be ready. I…”
“Lizzie, relax sweetie. Slowly and methodically I lapped up her nectar, looking at her the whole time. Principal Turner was hot. When she plunged it in the tingle up my spine was overwhelming. It was all true. Show them your commitment. Then it occurred to me, the chair. I liked wearing them, knowing they pleased her.
