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" I released my hold of him, and lay sprawled across his desk. My eyes closed and breathing labored. Never had I felt that way before. It was the best feeling my body had ever experienced. No sooner than I finished that thought, the enormity of what just happened hit me. Here I was lying on my "legal guardian's "desk with is beautiful face in-between my legs. This was more than wrong." View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 28, 2014    Reads: 1,922    Comments: 9    Likes: 12   

~~Heather looked at me quizzically. "You know I'll help you Ali, but who are we looking for?" I reached into my backpack and pulled out the piece of paper I had scribbled Lydia's name down on and handed it to her.

"Who is Lydia Johansson?" She asked after reading it.

"That's what I'm trying to find out. All I know is that she has flowers delivered to my parent's grave every week, and that she lives in Sycamore Georgia."

"Wait, your parent's grave? And you don't know who she is? That's so weird. How did you even find out about her?"
I told Heather about the whole ordeal. About going to my parent's grave, finding the flowers and then getting the lady in the flower shop to give me the name. She was silent for a few minutes then she reached over and hugged me.
"Oh Ali, you hadn't been to cemetery since the funeral right?" I nodded and she hugged me tighter. "I still can't believe your parents are gone." Heather was with me the day the police came to the school and told me. She saw me fall apart, and I knew she was genuine with her sympathy. She may be a selfish idiot most of the time, but she was a good person inside. Sometimes the good person was deeper inside than others.

"So what do you want me to do?" she asked letting me go.

"Well you know how you were saying that you need to change your credit cards mailing address to your dads houseā€¦ can you maybe call the flower shop and do the same thing, but somehow get them to tell you what they already have before you change it?"

"What? Like get the address?"

"Yes" I replied, realizing how ridiculous my idea sounded out loud.

"Okay, I can do it, but what are you going to do with it once I get it? Are you going to go visit her?"
"I haven't thought that far ahead yet truthfully." I admitted.

"Well if you do decide to go, I'm coming with. You never know what kind of crazy people are out there." She said smiling at me.

"Just get the freaking address, and we can talk about what to do next. Okay?" I handed her the business card with the shops phone number on it.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She replied reading the card.

The bell rang and we headed to our respective classes. I hoped she could do it, I mean if anyone could do it, it would be her. She was a much better liar than me.

I was sitting in my class, when I felt my phone vibrate in my purse. I saw it was a text Delaney. My heart automatically started beating faster at the sight of his name.

I can still smell your perfume. It's distracting.

My stomach fluttered. . I imagined him sitting at his big desk, his suit jacket off, maybe his tie loosened around his neck. God Damn the mental image of him was too much. I would much rather be with him than here. Truthfully, I would much rather be with him than anywhere. I quickly replied.

Not at distracting as the mental image of your handsome face

I went to put my phone away but felt it buzz again instantly.

You mean the image of my face buried between your legs

Delaney was in rare form. Well, not really but he certainly never texted me anything like that before. I liked the playful mood he was apparently in. I replied.

That image is one of my favorites. Why aren't you working?

I was going to miss him while he was away. I had gotten used to going to bed with his arms around me. I wondered if he would miss me. "Stop it Ali" I told myself knowing that it would take no time at all for my mind to run away with me.

I am working, but like I said I can still smell your perfume and it's distracting. I keep thinking of things I would like to do to you instead of work.

My breath hitched.

What kind of things?

Just then the bell rang. I looked up my face flushed it was not a good idea to let him talk dirty to me in class. I put my phone in my bag and headed to my next class.

"Who's your most bestest friend in the world?" Heathers voice broke my thoughts. I looked up and saw her approaching me beaming waving a piece of paper in the air.

"What! You did it?" My voice giddy with excitement.

"Yes, mam! It was actually too easy. A young guy answered the phone so I just used my charm." She batted her eyes at me.

"You mean your sex voice?" I snickered.

"Call it what you will, it worked. One day Ali when you decide to have sex with someone you're going to be glad you best friend is experienced and able to provide you guidance." I nearly laughed out loud, she had no clue. I was quite sure none of the high school boys she had slept with had any clue what they were doing. Not like Delaney.

"Yeah Yeah, let me see it." I grabbed the paper there was a real address on it. "Heather thank you so much! I can't believe it."
"Anything for you Ali, now what is our next step?"

"Slow down Nancy Drew, let me think about it." She laughed I was amused at how into this she really was. She pulled out her cell phone and stuck it in my face.

"I google mapped it. It's like 7 hours from here. We can totally go and come back in a day. I mean it would be a long day but we could do it."

"That's all well and good Heather, but I don't even know what I would say or do. What am I going to knock on the door and be like; hey you send flowers to my dead parents every week, what's up with that?"

"Yeah, I know. Think about it. Do you think she could be related to you somehow?"

"I have no idea, I doubt it. I cannot remember ever hearing the name Lydia before."

"What about Mr. Delaney? He was really close to your parents. Maybe he knows who she is."

"Maybe" I replied. I wondered if he would tell me if he did know of her. I decided to ask him and see what he said. Of course I would leave out the part about getting her address and planning to stalk her. "Listen I'll let you know what happens Heather, and don't worry if I do plan on stalking her, your my girl."

"Okay Ali, call me later." She said as she turned and walked away. I could see she was heading towards Jarred who was standing in the parking lot. Most likely they were skipping the rest of the day.

I pulled out my phone and checked to see if Delaney had responded to me. I smiled when I saw that he had.

Fuck you until you faint.

My stomach flipped, this man was able to raise my pulse and moisten my panties with a text message. Taking the rest of the day off from school sounded like a wonderful plan now.

My panties are wet now thanks to you Mr. Delaney, I have no choice but to go home and change them. Care to help me?

I began heading to the parking lot confident he would agree to meet me when he replied.

Sounds delicious. Don't take them off until I get home.


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