I placed my sunglasses on and I calmly drove home in a silent blur of tears. Methodically I went through the politeness of social graciousness as I spoke with my mother about my day at school. If my voice cracked or trembled as I lied she did not mention it. I finally pleaded a headache, rushed upstairs to my room, and shut the world off as I turned the faucet on and splashed water on my face. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, the water beading on my forehead and I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the loss of innocence reflected back in my gaze. The sound of the water rushing from the spigot brought me back to reality and I thought of my ordeal again. No one must ever know, I vowed silently. I turned off the spigot and slowly undressed.
As I slipped off my thong and I cringed as I felt a wave of soreness between my legs. I turned the hot water on and filled the bathtub letting the mist curl around me as a cocoon. I poured some of my favorite scented foaming bath beads in and watched mesmerized as the water and foam beads merged, creating a sanctuary of bubbles. I slowly slid into the tub and felt the hot water caress my body. I scrubbed myself with a washcloth and imagined the soapiness erasing the memories from my mind and body. I slid my hand down to my pussy and gently let my fingers caress as I remembered Mr. Michaels. I blushed at the memory of how he had shamelessly made me orgasm. I placed my other hand on my breast and saw as my nipple puckered up as I teased it with my fingers. I remembered his huge cock tearing into my very core and I blushed furiously as a wave of pleasure assaulted my senses. I removed my hand, finished bathing and got dressed.
I attended the game that evening and acted as if I didn’t have a care in the world. Thankfully I did not encounter any of them at the game and I went home. My mother had saved my dinner but I declined and instead laid in my bed contemplating my revenge. I fell asleep and dreamed of Mr. Michaels. I awoke with a start several times that night. I was thankful for the weekend but dreaded as Monday morning came all too soon and I had yet to formulate a plan. The alarm clock signaled the start of the torturous day. I slipped on my underwear, choosing the oldest set I had. There wasn’t any sense in displaying my assets. I decided on the most unflattering outfit I could come up with. Baggy old t-shirt and baggy jeans. I topped off the outfit by tying my hair in a severe ponytail. I arrived in school and spent the morning submerged in my studies. I met some of my friends for lunch and I mostly listened at their carefree gossip. Every once in awhile I would offer a non-committal response. I was about to get up to leave when Dixie, one of the girls of my group, made a comment about Rob. I listened intently as she said that she had heard from an unknown but reliable source that Rob was rumored to be gay.
I almost gasped out loud as I heard Dixie continue stated that she had also been told that had been busted with another guy this past weekend but didn’t know who it had been. I asked her who had busted Rob and she said that she believed it had been the police. I almost jumped with glee. I glanced at my watch. 12:15pm. I had five minutes of lunchtime left and I would have to cut class if I wanted to verify what Dixie had said. With my mind made up I left campus, drove home and changed into a low cut tight t-shirt and shorts. I wore my hair loose and drove over to the police station. I sauntered in and told the officer at the desk that I wanted to file a report of a lost wallet. I caught the eye of a plain clothes detective walking in and innocently smiled at him, admiring his muscular physique. His hair was military style cut and dark brown. His eyes were hazel with a touch of blue to them. He didn’t appear too old either, about 23 or so. He smiled a gorgeous dimpled smile. “Hi. I’m Detective Ramsey. How may I help you?” His husky voice fit him perfectly.
“I came to report my missing wallet.” I replied as I shook his hand. Hmm, interesting, no wedding ring.
“Ok. Come back here to my office and I will get all the details.”
I followed him to his office and sat down. I gave him my name, address, phone number, and subtly emphasized my age. I vaguely described the “missing wallet” and gave generic details about when I thought I had lost it. I caught him once looking at my chest area and I teased him by playing with my necklace. I finally finished my answers by stating that I believed that a boy at school named Rob was the one I suspected of taking my wallet.
“Rob Cameron? The name sounds familiar, hold on while I check something.” Detective Ramsey left the office and came back with a file. “Is this him?” Showing me a photo of Rob. I nodded.
“What did he do? Has he stolen anything else officer?”
