Everything That Is Unholy by Tamara Vincent

Author:Tamara Vincent [Vincent, Tamara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-13T23:00:00+00:00

Two days later I went to see miss Turner.

I was feeling sad and confused and depressed, I told her.

She was very kind. She gave me an appointment for later that afternoon. I thanked her and retreated to the bathrooms.

Libby was pretty high, and she was talking a mile a minute about this rave that would take place in the weekend. She was going, and she had decided we were going too.

“There will be music and drugs and we’ll get completely wasted!” she beamed, running her hand under Todd’s Whitesnake tee, rubbing his pecs. “It’s gonna be glorious!”

I turned to Rick. “What do you say,” I asked. “Are we going.”

He squeezed my tits, and I took that for a yes.

We fooled around for a while, then I got ready and went to miss Turner’s office.

I entered and thanked her for seeing me. I was soft-spoken and demure, and I kept my eyes on the floor.

“I don’t understand what’s happening to me,” I said.

“It is all right,” she said. She stood, and walked around her desk. She placed her hands on my shoulders and guided me gently to the couch, and then she locked the door. “We don’t want to be disturbed,” she said.

I nodded.

“Do you,” I asked. “Do you mind if I smoke? I feel so nervous!”

She smiled. She had a sharp face, framed by auburn hair. “You don’t need to be. Here, maybe I have something that will help you.”

She went to her desk and opened a drawer, and came back holding a neatly rolled spliff and a lighter.

I looked at it and then at her.

“What is this?” I asked.

I was biting in my tongue not to start laughing in her face.

“It0’s just to help you relax,” she said.

She lit up and took a big toke.

“See? There’s nothing to worry about. I smoke often. It relaxes me.”

She offered me the blunt.

I took it in my fingers, gave her a final look, and dragged on it like my life depended on it.

“Easy!” she chuckled.

I relaxed back into the couch. “Thank you,” I said.

She moved closer to me. “I know what you are going through,” she said. “We all go through something similar, in our lives.”

“Did it happen to you, too?” I asked.

She leaned real close, and took another drag on the joint. “Of course.”

I could smell her perfume, and her excitement.

“You look good with blond hair,” she said.

I giggled. Her weed was potent.

I ran my hand along her side.

“Don’t be afraid,” she said. She unbuttoned my jeans.

“I’m not,” I replied, wriggling out of them.

“Here,” she said, and she put her mouth close to mine and blew her smoke down my throat.

I was squeezing her tits.

She giggled. Then she used her teeth to rip away my panties.

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