***This is my first attempt at writing anything so please be gentle. I would love feedback, positive or negative. Please try to keep it constructive if possible. Enjoy the story.***
Have you ever felt your life is incomplete?
Like there's something missing. Something small but important. A person maybe. Someone who makes you do things, things you can't imagine even in your wildest dreams. NO? Well me neither.
This is my story. I am Eva. If I have to describe myself in a single word, I'll say that word is confident. I have never cared what people say, what they think about me. Because people try to see the worst in other people. I never understood why. Maybe it's because it makes them feel better about themselves. Or maybe it's because, argh I don't know. Well where was I? Yes, I was about to describe myself. I am petite. That's all I am going to say. Physically the celebrity I most resemble is Natalie Portman. It's something I am very proud of and quite frankly speaking who wouldn't.
I am teacher .I teach English to high school students. It's something I always wanted to do, shaping young minds. I love my life. I have everything going for me, a good job, a good home, a faithful girlfriend. What? Oh did I forget to mention I was gay? Well you know now. Kirstin was one of the best thing to happen to me. She completes me. She is part of the reason I don't give a fuck what people think or talk about me. There is something about her that just makes me happy.
A tight slap to my ass woke me from my deep slumber. I slowly opened my eyes to my beautiful girlfriend, staring, looking quite irritated but cute.
"Wake up E, you're going to be late for school." Ten years since high school and still I have to hear this. I left my bed quite reluctantly, moving towards my beautiful girlfriend to kiss her on the lips.
"Good Morning, to you too." I said sarcastically.
"Ew! Morning breadth. Go. brush." she said wrinkling her nose.
"That's your pussy, dear." I said as I made my way to the bathroom to complete the rest of my morning routine.
I took a quick shower realizing I really was late for the first day of the new school session. I dressed in my favorite black skirt and white shirt, completing the professional look with a black coat. Skipping breakfast, I kissed my girlfriend goodbye and left for school.
I rushed through the school front gate already ten minutes late for my first class. I made it to the elevator, pushed the button to the fifth floor. The elevator closed at unbelievably slowly. Just when it was about to close a hand appeared and interrupted the door from closing completely. Why is it that when you are late, the universe does everything in its power to make you even more late?
"Sorry.." said someone in a very feminine voice. The door opened and who I say can only be described as the very model of femininity. She towered me at 5 9". She was dressed in a very professional looking pantsuit.
"Ahem", I looked at her face and that is when I realized I had been staring at her breasts for I don't know how long.
"Which floor?" I asked. Who can really blame me for looking at them? I mean they were perfect. Round and big, but just big enough. They seemed like 34C.
"Fifth", she said. As the elevator made its way to the fifth floor, I asked, "So are you new?"
"Yes, I am Carrie. I am the new supply manager." she said and smiled at me.
"Good to meet you Carrie, I am Eva. I teach English." I said as the elevator door opened. She started to move towards the Administration Office, when I stopped her.
"Hey, if you want to, I can show you the school after classes end."
"Sure.", that's all she said as she left. I made my way to my classroom, pondering why I asked to show her the school. Was I just being polite? Or did I have an ulterior motive? Sometimes I don't understand why I do the things I do. I reached my classroom and started teaching. The day went by rather quickly. Did I tell you I love teaching?
The final bell rang, the students left the classroom. I started to clean the board and organize my things when I heard a knock on the door. It was Carrie.
"Hey.", she said.
"Hey too you to. How did you know my room?"
"I work in the Administration, remember? You said you would show me around the school."
"Yes, I did. Let me clean up my table and then we'll go." I said. She waited as I cleaned up my table.
I gave a brief tour of the school to Carrie, and soon realized how similar we both were. Her 'I don't care' attitude, love for her job and her life was evident from the way she talked about it. We talked and talked about everything from our jobs to our love life. It seemed I could talk to her about anything. I told her I was in a relationship, but neglected to mention that I was gay. Don't you just love lying by omission?
And so this routine continued and we soon became the best of friends. We would often hangout during lunch and after school. We started doing everything together. I realized that she was very controlling. She decided what we did, how we did and when we did it. It sounds really bad, but her control freak nature is quite subtle. I started liking everything she did. There was nothing about her that I didn't like. Nothing. I started to develop an affection for her.
It was a Saturday afternoon. Kirstin was out for a work trip. She wouldn't be back till Tuesday. I was exercising at my home gym, when in-between crunches I started thinking about my recent infatuation with Carrie. Was I really attracted to her? Was it just sexual or did I 'like' her personality. The latter really scared me. I really loved Kirstin, I didn't want to hurt her. But at the same time I could not deny there was something between me and Carrie. There was also the issue of her being straight. Now I have started to understand what the "it's complicated" relationship status is really for. My phones vibration pulled me from this chain of thought. It's Carrie.
"Hey E. Are you free right now?" she said over the phone.
"Yes I am." I said.
"Good. I am at the East end mall right now. Meet me at the food court in an hour."
She cut the call without waiting for my answer. She often did that. I kind of liked this about her. I ended my workout routine pre-maturely to take a shower. As I washed my hair, I saw my pubes had grown a little wild. I decided to shave. Carefully I removed all the hair from my pussy and near my asshole. I love the feeling of a bare pussy. Getting out of the shower I looked at the clock. I was late. I was never going to make it in time to the mall. I quickly put on a simple black top and jeans, skipping bra and panty, and left for the mall. As I drove towards the mall, I could feel the jeans rubbing against my lips, I was getting aroused. Involuntarily my hand moved towards my pussy. Fuck, I was getting really horny. I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pushed a hand inside, and started slowly touching my pussy. That first touch was electric. I partially inserted one finger into my pussy. Motion of my hand became more and more frantic as I neared orgasm. I was close but just couldn't tip over. I needed a push. I started imaging my girlfriend. Her soft lips, perky nipples, her sweet succulent pussy lips. Fuck, she is so sexy. I got closer but still couldn't cum. Carrie, as I imagined her looking at me with those smoldering eyes, talking dirty, telling me what a naughty girl I am masturbating in my car, I came. It was sudden, but forceful. Wow. That was unexpected. I felt so dirty as I pulled up in the mall parking.
I timidly exited by car, the material of jeans still rubbing my pussy. I looked at my reflection in the car window. My nipples were poking out of my top and my jeans was still open. I buttoned my jeans and reapplied my makeup. As I made my way to the food court, I started thinking about what just happened. Did I really cum, thinking about my best friend and not my girlfriend?
I reached the food court 15 minutes late, and saw Carrie looking, well her usual hot self. She waved towards me.
"Took you long enough." she said. "I am in a crisis. I have a date tonight and I still don't have anything nice to wear. Help me."
The idea of her going on a date with a man, made me feel jealous like I had dibs on her or something. Be a friend E, help her out.