Our Dirty Little Secret

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Jayce

That girl was always in my head. No matter what I did, she was there, lingering in the corners of my mind, teasing me with her fiery red hair and tempting curves.

Even if I managed to distract myself for a day, she’d find her way into my dreams.

Sadly, they weren’t the kind of dreams where I’d be making love to her. Instead, they always took me back to that morning when I dropped her off at her place, and she was glaring at me.

And those harsh words she spat out before slamming the door in my face: “I’m glad I never had any attachment to you.”

That scene would replay over and over, haunting me every night. But tonight was different. It started with her slamming the car door after delivering that line.

Then, it shifted to another scene. I run into her unexpectedly. I have her pinned against a wall, my hands on either side of her face.

I watch her closely, taking in her reactions. Her chest rising and falling, her lips swollen, her face flushed. She was waiting for me to make a move.

This dream played on repeat until I woke up, feeling somewhat disoriented. Even after waking, I kept replaying the scene in my head. I imagined how she licked her pink, swollen lips, effortlessly seducing me.

Fully awake now, I sat up to see a noticeable bulge between my thighs. “Ah, fuck,” I grumbled at my erection, “what are you? A teenager?”

I jumped out of bed, trying to shake off all dirty thoughts of Tuli, and headed to the bathroom. I took a long, cold shower, hoping to get rid of my arousal quickly.

I was lucky, even though I couldn’t stop thinking about how passionately we’d made love on the shower floor.

It felt like it was just yesterday she was here, trembling and moaning beneath me.

“Jayce, get a grip,” I told myself, trying to snap back to reality by slapping my own cheek.

Finally, I stepped out of the shower, my arousal finally under control. Within minutes, I was dressed and ready to start my day. But not before checking myself out.

I smirked, admiring my reflection.

My shaggy hair was neatly trimmed, except for my bangs. I styled my hair so they would curve up into small spikes.

It was also darker, now that the weather was getting colder and the sun couldn’t lighten it to gold. Either way, I looked as good as ever.

Grinning, I rushed out to my car, and quickly drove off. I was ready for my first day of college. Might even break a few hearts. I grinned wickedly as I approached the school.

I felt confident and cocky today. But there was also a hint of unease deep down, as if something was about to disrupt my life.

A couple of hours later, I found myself sitting in my office during an off hour, talking to myself.

I didn’t want to immediately assign a challenging assignment to my students, so we reviewed the necessary chapters in the English textbook. Rinse and repeat with every class after that.

Despite my initial plan to make the ladies swoon, I found my heart wasn’t in it. I couldn’t help but think about Tuli.

My thoughts drifted back to that night when I held her in my arms. I chuckled at the memory of her shyness.

Unfortunately, thinking about it made me yearn for her. Ugh, I thought to myself, then tried to distract myself by reading more of the textbook I’d be using to teach my class.

My office phone started to ring. I picked it up quickly, grateful for the distraction.

“This is Jayce Mitchell,” I answered.

“Hello, Mr. Mitchell, this is Mr. Connor,” an old, crafty voice responded. He was another English teacher, a coworker who didn’t mind lending me a hand.

Mainly because he was retiring next month, leaving me as the only one teaching Composition 101. The man was a stickler for perfection. So even though he was kind enough to help, he was doing it to push me to excel.

“Ah, yes. Is there something you need from me, sir?” I asked.

“Yes, I’d like you to stop by my classroom and pick up some papers. I think they’ll help with the first assignment you plan to give out.”

“Of course, sir. I appreciate it. When should I stop by?”

“Come by anytime. I welcome an interruption when I can get one.” He laughed heartily, snorting into the phone.

I smiled at his little joke, then hung up the phone. Eager to prolong the distraction, I left my office and headed to his classroom.

Some girls walked by, and I flashed them a friendly smile as I passed. When I was about twenty feet away, I heard them squeal. I rolled my eyes.

First day of college and I was already a heartthrob.

After a few minutes, I found myself outside Mr. Connor’s classroom door. I opened the door to see him lecturing a class. He turned to look at me, as did the students.

I ignored them and addressed Mr. Connor.

I started to speak. “You wanted me to—”

“Shit!”

I was cut off. Surprised, I turned to see who had just spoken. In the front row, a pair of familiar blue eyes, long red hair. And those pink, pouty lips I once kissed.

My face mirrored hers: complete shock.

Tuli.

My mind screams. Shit, shit, fucking shit!

I stared at her for a few seconds, as Mr. Connor turned toward her. “Miss D’Amore, do you have something you’d like to say?”

She broke away from my gaze and said quietly, “No, Mr. Connor. I apologize.”

“Good,” he replied, “I expect the rest of you not to interrupt while Mr. Mitchell and I speak.”

He turned to me. “You were saying?”

I recovered quickly. “My apologies, Mr. Connor, and students. I just wanted to pick up those papers you mentioned over the phone, sir.”

I glanced back at Tuli, who was fidgeting in her seat.

This is going to be an interesting semester.