Summerfields Boarding School

Summerfields Boarding School

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A beautiful girl sent to boarding school in disgrace. Hot students who have steamy parties in secret. Unexpected desires that come alive.

Summary

A beautiful girl sent to boarding school in disgrace. Hot students who have steamy parties in secret. Unexpected desires that come alive.

Chapter1 (v.1) - One

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 21, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 21, 2016

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I push the door open and then shut it. Jamie picks me up, rushing me up the stairs as we kiss passionately, until we reach my bedroom. Jamie smells of vodka and he zips down my dress, and I'm naked underneath. My nipples are hard like bullets and I can feel my wetness coating the inner part of my thighs. He pushes me down onto the bed, grinning. "Fuck me, please," I say, breathing loudly. One good thing is that when I'm drunk, I don't have a stupid slur.
"Who am I to say no, babe?" he replies. Jamie takes off his shirt, showing off his six pack, then slips off his jeans and boxers.
Before I know it, his dick thrusts into my pussy, and my breath catches in my throat. He leans forward to kiss my neck, and I wrap my arms around his neck as he pounds into me. I moan and I can feel my eyes rolling up in my head. He gropes my tits, pinching my swollen nipples until I feel like I might explode from joy. My hips bounce up to meet every thrust and that familiar knot feeling in my stomach grows bigger and bigger until I reach my climax. Jamie continues to grope my tits and kiss my neck, but this intense orgasm makes me feel like I might actually burst. I push him off, but he keeps thrusting into me and my eyes fully roll up. "Please," I breath, but it's just a whisper. Jamie finally stops and pulls his fuck tool out of me. My eyes finally go back to normal, and Jamie begins to slowly pump his throbbing dick over my tits. It doesn't take long for him to shoot his cum over my tits and I smile. Thank god my parents were in Boston for some business weekend. I go into the shower just after Jamie goes to sleep, and then I notice the hickey on my neck.

*****

As soon as I wake up, a jolt of pain rushes through my forehead. Everywhere on my body is sore, and I can't even lift my heavy eyelids open. Of all the hangovers I've had, this one is the most painful, seriously. I don't remember what happened last night one bit. I force my eyes open, but end up squinting after I notice the sunlight shining right on my face. I groan loudly, wondering whether I should get up to close the curtains or to go back to bed. "Shit, I'm not that bad in bed, am I?" a voice says. He wraps his arm around my naked waist and kisses my neck. What the hell happened last night?
"Do you want a coffee or something?" he asks, putting on his boxers. He looks at me and memories begin flooding back from last night. I was at a house party, the guy sucking tequila from my navel, and coming back to my place . . . I look under my bedsheet. Yep, I'm naked.
Before I can answer, another jolt of pain shoots through me and I wince. "Yes, I'd honestly love some. The coffee maker's in the kitchen." Slowly, I ease myself out of bed and put on my undies and my bra. The guy is actually pretty hot, with his bright green eyes, olive skin and dark tousled hair. Even drunk Hannah has good taste in guys.
"Hey, could you come down here?" the guy shouts. I make my way downstairs, smiling.
"Do you not know how to make coffee? Thank god you're good at sex be-" I stop dead in my tracks. Because right there is my mom and dad.

*****

"I think I'm gonna go get my stuff," the guy says, but I take no notice of him until he goes back upstairs. For a brief second I wonder if I can just go back upstairs, and hide under the covers until everyone's gone and I don't have to worry.
"Hannah Luna Matthews, get back here now!" Mom yells. Well, that didn't work.

"What is happening here, Hannah?" I'm wearing my robe and it's time for Mom and Dad to interrogate me. Dad goes first. "We go out for one weekend and you start drinking alcohol and inviting guys you hardly know back to your house?" He's yelling now, and I begin to wince.
"Can you not shout please?" I reply, touching my temple. "And this isn't a one-time thing."
"How much alcohol did you have? Did he force you? How long have you been drinking?"
"Dad, no."
"WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU?" he yells.
"Scott!" Mom says, frowning. "Hannah, go to your room. Me and your father need to discuss what we're going to do now. The next step."
"But, Mom -" I try.
"Go." she replies curtly. I stand up and go to the top of the stairs, listening to what they say.

"What are we going to do, Veronica? Our daughter's been drinking, having sex,"
"Scott."
"What if Hannah's been taking drugs? What if one of these guys got her pregnant? Veronica, what are we -"
"SCOTT!" Mom's voice softens. "Look, you're only talking about the what ifs. We've given her the safe sex talk, she knows everything. You're treating her like a child."
"Veronica, she is a child! Just because she's having safe sex doesn't give the drinking underage a pass."
There's a cold silence, then Mom speaks. "I know what we could do. Summerfields. They could set Hannah straight, and the school year starts in two weeks."
"If you think it'll work."

Summerfields, Summerfields.... I try to place where I've heard that name before. Therapist? Counsellor? Then I remember, and I gasp. Summerfields isn't a therapist, or a counsellor. It's a boarding school. Mom and Dad are sending me away.


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