‘Fuck!’ I yelled into the quiet night as I realized how serious this was. I hated her for having this control over me. She was a fucking kid who I should have been able to have fun with and move on but this had turned into something much deeper. I wasn’t going to let it happen again, I wasn’t going to let her fuck me. Instead I would ignore her existence and hopefully this feeling would go away. Ignore her or repay her with the fucking of her life.

Decision made I headed back into the house.

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Next morning I woke up passed out with Madison on the couch. She was right. I need to clear my mind to understand what happened and how I feel about it. I got up and went to my room to grab my gym bag and car keys. Before walking out of apartment I put a blanket over my still sleeping friend and grabbed a sandwich.

An hour into workout my mind was getting clearer and clearer. My little game with Teacher went a bit too far. Now I know that she can hurt me, I’m not going to let her. Just ignoring her seems the perfect solution. She wants to think that she won? I don’t care. There is plenty of girls I can have fun with without any of these fucking complications, she was just another fuck, but quite a prize.

Suddenly my trail of thoughts got interrupted with a memory of her hot wet walls pulsing around my fingers. I looked at my hand and felt a deep burning desire to feel her hot breath on my shoulder again, to hear her moans and be the cause of her pleasure.

‘FUCK!’ I growled through clenched teeth and hit the punching bag as hard as I could with my right hand. I had to decide which feeling was stronger. My fear or my desire.

I kept my workout for another hour before heading back to the locker room to grab my stuff, I was done for the day.