SARA: You should have seen them running back into the locker room five minutes into practice
GINA: They were dancing about five minutes into practice It was hillarious
KAREN: Did you put the cream in our uniforms? Please tell me you didn't
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REBECCA: You and your cunt friends are dead bitch
COURTNEY: Lunch tomorrow? 😉
JULIE: I miss you already
That's pretty much what my phone looked like when I had a chance to look at it just before going to bed.
Okay, those were the six I answered. There were a couple of dozen total.
TO JULIE: I'm not moving to Alaska LOL We will find time Jules
TO COURTNEY: No
TO SARA: Rebecca is furious Be careful
TO SARA: I wish I had seen it though
TO KAREN: No I did not have anything to do with it
TO REBECCA: What is your issue today?
Okay, of course I knew what her issue was, but I couldn't very well admit to knowing about it. That could be quite damning, in a way that she could take it to the principal and have Sara, or all of us, suspended. Don't misunderstand me, I had no real fear that Rebecca would use the school authorities to enact her revenge. She would far prefer to enact her own sense of justice. I'd have to escalate my plan and try to curb her anger.
I could hear my phone buzzing with replies, but I curled up in bed and tried to sleep. Tried is the operative word. What had I done? What had I gotten myself into? This was very different now. I had voluntarily signed a contract to be Jill's submissive until next fall.
I thought I knew what that all meant. I thought it would be, more or less, the same as I had been receiving. But, then there was that ceremony. And all those people. All of whom are deeper in this world than I ever considered going. I had a copy of the contract in my car. I'd have to read it at some point before Friday evening, though when I would find the time, I did not know.
Dad was a bit upset at how late I was getting home. Thankfully, I had the mints that Kelly had given me or ... well... I'm sure my breath was a bit telling before I took two on the way home. I was chastised a bit, but since it was, supposedly, school related and would lead, supposedly, to a potential scholarship for college, I wasn't punished.
As I lay there ignoring the beeps on my phone that let me know my responses were being responded to, Courtney and the desk flipped back to my mind, and I shuddered the thought away. I think the reason she wanted that particular thing so much, was that was the game I was playing with Darla, before I broke her nose. Laying down naked on the desk, awaiting another bit of clothes. I hated it so much. And yet, I could not deny the itch between my legs as I pictured myself there, naked on the desk.
Then, there was a light knock at the door. That was a first since I had moved in. Expecting my father, I pulled the bedcovers under my arms to appear... well to not show him anything of course. And I invited him in. The door slowly opened, but it wasn't him.
"Carrie, might I have a word?" Kelly asked from the door.
"Of course, Kelly." I said, probably looking as confused as I felt at seeing her and not my father.
She walked in and closed the door behind her. Kelly was quite beautiful, it was easy to see why my father liked her. She was wearing a pink robe of satin that came to mid-thigh. There was a belt around the waist that held it together, but between her breasts, there was a peek at the transparent pink negligee she wore underneath. Apparently, she was either always dressed like this for bed or she was planning to seduce my father tonight, which I doubted was difficult for her.
She crossed the floor to my bed and I suddenly felt a bit nervous about it, though I couldn't quite lay my finger on why. She sat on my bed, sort of sideways so her left leg was on the bed and her right foot was still on the floor. The way she sat, further opened the robe and I quickly looked away when I caught my eyes drifting downwards. Then I looked back to her face and fought the urge to see how much of her was showing through the open robe.
Don't get me wrong. This was my father's girlfriend, for crying out loud. Yes, she was attractive, but the fact that my father was sleeping with her, made her nearly asexual to me. Not asexual as she wasn't having sex with my father, of course. But asexual, as in, I couldn't perceive her as sexually attractive to me, because of the relationship with my father. Not sure if that makes sense outside of my own head, but there it is, as best as I can explain it.
And yet, there was no denying that my eyes were drawn to the glimpses of breast and thigh that her loose-fitting robe bared as she angled her body towards me, from her sideways perch on the edge of my bed. It was a fight not to acknowledge the exposed expanses of flesh.
"Is everything okay Carrie?" she asked after settling herself onto my bed.
I think I scrunched up my nose a bit at the question. But, I answered quickly. "Yes, everything is really good now Kelly. Why?"
She frowned a little, showing disappointment in my reply. "Well, your father and I are worried about you. Late nights, coming home looking tired. Then, you don't really have a lot to say, when you do get home. Your dad would like to hear how your day is. Particularly, after all the problems that brought you here in the first place."
I scrunched my nose again. It wasn't that I was avoiding him ... well, them ... "Kelly, I'm truly okay. I am working now, and then there is school, and this project. I'm just busy."
And then, she pissed me off. She rolled her eyes at me. "Carrie, we aren't stupid. Remember the smell on your breath last night. You aren't as... well... look, the reason it is me coming up here instead of your father, is because he thought it would be a lot easier for you to talk to me about sex. It makes him very uncomfortable to think of his daughter having sex."
Okay, that took me by surprise. I mean, I had told my dad I was having sex. But, I guess a part of me did still want to be his little girl. "Kelly," I started, and I could feel the heat in my face as I blushed, "I really don't want to discuss this with you. Or with my Dad!"
She smiled. "I know you don't, but you kind of need to. I at least need to know that you are being safe Carrie."
And there it was, the slip of tongue perhaps... she said SHE needed to know, not THEY needed to know. And that, for some reason, was more embarrassing to me. She, for all intents and purposes, was a stranger. So was my dad for that matter, but at least my dad was my dad. "I'm a lesbian Kelly, what could ... I mean... logistically speaking, what is unsafe sex as a lesbian?"
She actually had to turn her face when she laughed, and quickly converted it into a cough. "Carrie, there are many STDs you can get from lesbian sex. But, it's not only that risk. It's the risk to your reputation. Don't do things that you will regret. A lot of girls your age... well, they don't protect their modesty very well and grow up and it haunts them. Like pictures, taken for a lover and then the relationship turns bad and they end up revenging you by posting them on the internet. The internet is forever."
