Chapter 4

Nicole and I didn’t talk for a long time after that. I don’t think either one of us was trying to punish the other or something, but neither of us happened to see each other. There were a few times I would open my phone and try to text her, but then ... nothing. I had no idea what to say. I don’t think I even had anything to say.

Given this, I was expecting the next Student Council meeting to be awkward, but, Nicole being Nicole, she acted like nothing was wrong and happened not to look me in the eye unless she was asking a direct question.

“Okay,” she said decisively, pacing the room. “That takes care of the Halloween dance. Remember, it’s this week. We just spent, what, twenty whole minutes putting out all the fires? So I expect nothing to go wrong. If you need something, you report to Dave. Otherwise, the next in command will be Meganium.” She paused. “Mmmmmegalodon. Meganeganegan.” She turned to me in slight concern. “Someone stop me.”

“Dance will be easy,” Dave replied from the back of the room.

“You say that,” Nicole shot back, turning quickly to face him. “Just wait until two bimbos get drunk and start vomiting on the dance floor and some chud that got thrown out breaks back in through a window, and you have to decide what to deal with first.” She chuckled. “And that’s experience, not a hypothetical.”

“Sounds fun,” Dave said defiantly, folding his arms.

Nicole only smiled at him in response, and turned back to the rest of us. “Alright, that’s all I got. We’re good,” she announced to the room. On cue, everyone stood up out of their chairs and began to talk amongst themselves as they filed out of the room.

Nicole walked over to Sydney, giving her a fist bump, talking quietly about something. The two looked like they would get along. Nicole liked wearing a lot of black but didn’t quite look goth, but Sydney definitely picked up the slack there. I couldn’t recall a single day where Sydney’s makeup looked under-applied. Mascara, eyeshadow, the works. I couldn’t help but wonder if Nicole gravitated to Sydney because she pulled off the look Nicole wanted to pull off or something.

“ ... For at least the first few,” Sydney finished her thought. “Anyway, did you want me to stick around?”

“Nah, I need to have a lil’ chat with the VP here,” Nicole replied coolly.

Sydney looked from Nicole to me. I was already blatantly looking at them, and clumsily pretended to look away. “Nicole...” Sydney started.

“Don’t ‘Nicole’ me,” Nicole teased back. “Git. I’ll talk to you tonight.”

Sydney flashed Nicole one last look before walking out of Room 203, leaving just myself and the President. Nicole turned to me and gave me a small, shy smile.

“So what was that about?” I asked, motioning to the path Sydney took out the door.

“Oh, you know Sydney,” Nicole dismissed.

“I actually kinda don’t. I’ve barely talked to her all semester.”

“Oh,” she replied. “Well, she always has to have an opinion about everything.”

“ ... And she has a bad opinion about me?” I asked with an eyebrow lowered.

“What? No. She likes you. She thinks I’m a bad influence on you though, like you’re this lil’ angel and I’m gonna corrupt you or something.” We both paused and didn’t say anything to each other for a bit. “Anyway, uh, hi.”

“Hi,” I replied.

“You been doing okay?” she asked clumsily. “Haven’t heard from you for a few days.”

“Haven’t heard from you for a few days too,” I replied tersely.

“Oh, come on, don’t be dramatic about this,” she said.

“I’m allowed to be dramatic, I feel things deeply. You’re older, aren’t you supposed to be the adult in the room?” I felt a little childish, but something in me wanted me to stand my ground.

“You know what, touché,” she said, to my surprise. “I was just busy and...” She paused, looking away. “Nah, that’s a lie, isn’t it?” She looked back at me. “I wanted a few days of space. I wasn’t mad or anything. Are you mad?”

I paused. “I dunno.”

“Well, if you’re not sure, could you settle for not being mad? I’m not mad,” she pitched.

“Sure,” I said, and Nicole went in for a hug, which I gladly reciprocated. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, dumbass,” she replied, ruffling my hair. “It was more fun to do that when you were shorter than me.”

“Growth spurt, babyyyy,” I replied, pointing finger guns at her.

“Oh good, you’re still a dork,” she replied dismissively, then sat down. “So, I don’t have a good segue for this, but yeah. Despite our difference in philosophy-”

“This sounds like you’re writing an essay,” I interrupted, still standing.

She gave me a playful glare, then paused. “I want to make us work, squirt,” she said after a bit. “My big thing is, making you top-priority for sex makes it feel like you own me, and I think you can guess, that makes me push people away. Just how I am.”

“Okay,” I replied slowly. This wasn’t great. Fuck, it wasn’t even good. I was her damn boyfriend. Didn’t we, like, own each other? What was even the point of calling me her boyfriend if I wasn’t top-priority? “But, like, right now, it just feels like we’re friends with benefits. It doesn’t even feel like we’re a couple sometimes. It just feels like we’re ... very close friends.”

Nicole’s mood noticeably dropped. “Maybe we are,” she murmured. “Maybe we just have been lying to each other about it.”

“Nicole, think of all the times we were in the church together,” I began.

She grinned. “You always go to the church when you get sentimental.”

“Think of all the times we cried in front of each other. I bet you remember the first time we held hands. Even just being around each other and cuddling and shit. Were you ever like that with ... well, I don’t know their names, but any of the other guys?”

She looked to the floor, then back to me. “Yeah, alright, no,” she conceded.

“You wanna talk about pushing people away; you keep inventing these reasons we’re not special when we clearly are. It’s really weird how you say ‘we just feel like friends’ and then I point out ... I dunno, every time we’re together, and suddenly, you’re all like, ‘oh yeah.’ Like, do I really need to remind you every time that there are feelings here? How easily do you forget that you even like me?”

“Easy,” she warned with a clearly unamused face. “You already made your point. Don’t push your luck, that’s my job.” She cleared her throat. “But if you can think of all those times and use them to prove we’re more than friends, why would you tell me that we just feel like friends with benefits sometimes?”

I blinked a few times. “Because of moments like these!” I said, as if it were obvious. “Because you’ll make me tell you about the good times and only then remember we even had good times. Because it all feels like it’s ... slipping away.” I collapsed into a chair. “It feels like I need to put in more and more effort. I think that’s why it hurts when you tell me to give you space and go text another girl. I don’t want to text another girl. I want to text you.”

We both didn’t say something for a bit, but I could hear the slight smile spreading across Nicole’s face. “But you still texted Sabrina, right?”

I sighed. “Yes, I texted Sabrina.”

“I’m kinda surprised. I thought with your personality type, you’d go more for Zelda. It’s kinda why I set you up with her.”

“You wha-?”

“Yeah, I figured she’d be the right kind of girl for you. Like, even if nothing happened, I dunno, I figured you two would be fast friends.”

“Huh.” Well, fuck me. I guess I owed Sabrina an apology and a ‘you were right.’

“I guess I was wrong though?” she pressed.

I sighed again. “At the end of the tour, Zelda and I swapped numbers,” I conceded annoyedly.

“Fuckin’A!” Nicole called out triumphantly. “Nicole Baker never misses.”

“Still doesn’t take away from the fact that I want you,” I replied, then paused. “Do you want me? Like, do you particularly want me, at all?”

“Ooh, what a question that is,” she murmured in response, then moved her tongue around in her mouth. “So I ... like, the short answer is yes. But the long answer is complicated.”

“It always is,” I bitterly noted.

“Welcome to planet Me, dude,” she replied.

“To be honest, I just want you to admit that making yourself sexually unavailable to me because of other people isn’t fair to a boyfriend,” I replied.

She chuckled. “That was quite the sentence. Did you rehearse that one?”

“No,” I lied. I spent a lot of time in front of the mirror practicing that one in particular.

She chewed on my words. “Yeah, alright, fine,” she admitted, then stood up. “It’s unfair to make a boyfriend feel like his needs come last. Your needs don’t come last. Does that help?”

“A little,” I admitted. “It’s nice to hear you say it. Maybe we just need to spend a bit more time around each other.”

“Like a weekly planned date night?” Nicole asked, then pretended to gag.

I paused. “I mean, actually...”

“Oh nope. Hell nope. I have limits, Watson,” she laughed. “Dates, sure. Planned weekly date nights? That’s the fastest way to turn love into an obligation.”

I grinned. “Love, huh?”

She turned pink. “I meant it in a general sense, like, it could apply to any couple ever. Grow up, knucklehead.” She turned around and looked at the floor.

“You’re cute when you blush,” I replied, snaking my hands around her waist and hugging her from behind.

She melted into the hug. “Mmh,” she moaned, rubbing her ass up against my crotch.

I laughed. “You’re so easy.”

“I had a stressful day, fuck off,” she complained in a high, dainty voice. “And it feels really good to have you hug me from behind now that you’re taller than me.”

“Nicole, I’m like one inch taller than you. There’s barely a difference. If I take off my shoes before you, you’re taller than me again.”

“Shut up,” she commanded and turned her head around to kiss me while I still hugged her from behind. I couldn’t stop myself, and moved my hands upwards to cup and knead her ample breasts. As if I should even be surprised at this point...

“No bra,” I observed out loud after our lips parted.

“Almost as if I knew you’d want to grope me like this,” she laughed throatily, giving me a few more pecks.

“Groping, huh? Makes it sound like you don’t want it,” I teased.

“And yet,” she teased back, putting her hands on top of mine and encouraging me to squeeze her breasts again. We smiled at each other and I kissed her again, moving my hand up to her neck and squeezing it experimentally.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, breaking the kiss. “Do not do that again unless you plan on fucking me in here.”

Normally Nicole was always the one to say things like that and I was the one to bashfully talk us out of it, but ... fuck it, I did want to fuck her. I knew as soon as she said it that she expected me to backtrack, which is likely why she shuddered when I replied.

“Thanks for letting me know.”

I gripped her neck again and thrust myself against her, my cock now fully hard, pressing against her ass. There was no way she couldn’t feel it. And judging by the way she moved back into me, she liked what she felt and wanted more.

“Fuck, maybe I should deprive you more often,” she moaned as I moved on to kiss her neck from behind. “I can’t remember the last time you-”

“Shut up,” I authoritatively told her, increasingly my grip on her neck.

To my surprise, she opened her eyes and gave me a mischievous grin. “Ooh, feeling bossy today,” she teased. She put her hand on top of my neck. “You’re not doing it right. Focus here...” she moved my hand to a part of her neck and squeezed my hand in a certain place. “ ... And here. Otherwise I’m just gonna sound like the Crypt Keeper or something.”

I did as she requested and she bit her lower lip. “Mhm, that’s good,” she moaned. My other hand moved under her shirt and began to caress her bare breast, and when it made contact, she moved to kiss me again.

I could only imagine the stimulation Nicole was feeling at that moment. It was already clear it was easy to get her going, and she had one hand on her neck in the exact way she liked, another below her shirt, a throbbing bulge pressing against her ass, and my tongue in her mouth. From the way she was moving, it was clear that she was a very happy girl.

As soon as our kiss was over, Nicole’s eyes fluttered open to show a clear look of lust in her eyes. An almost angry look of lust. She shooed my hands away from her and practically ordered me, “Take off your pants, right now. Shirt optional.”

I couldn’t help but smile nervously at her, slowly moving my hands down to my pants. I knew she wanted to get started as quickly as possible, but I couldn’t help but savor the moment. We definitely did stuff in this room before, and last year, I had sex nearly as often at school as everywhere else, but this year I felt so much more grown up. It felt so much naughtier to be doing it at school, like we were a couple of rule-breaking teens that hadn’t learned their lessons. Like we were too horny to be contained.

“I am going to die of old age before this happens,” Nicole complained, pouting. “Are you even still hard? Fucking take your pants off!”

“I was just enjoying the moment,” I told her truthfully, taking my pants off. “Do you even remember the last time we did it here?”

“January ninth,” she replied without missing a beat. “Although apparently you define sex as just ‘penetration.’” She did her best nerd voice and mimed pushing glasses up her nose as she said “penetration,” clearly imitating me. “I only blew you, so I guess it doesn’t count.”

“Oka-”

“That was the day Megan saw us,” she continued.

“Okay, I get it.”

“‘Do I even remember.’” Nicole looked away from me and scoffed, then looked back at me. “I remember everything,” she added with a grin, as she sank to her knees. “But then again, I guess some things are worth a reminder, aren’t they?” She pushed me down into a chair just behind me and winked at me, taking my cock in both hands.

“So this room’s the Blowjob Room, huh?” I joked.

“Finally wanna fuck in this room, huh?” she asked as she slowly jacked me off. She felt me twitch in her hands and giggled, before slowly moving her mouth closer to me and engulfing the head of my dick. In no time at all, I was leaning my head back and moaning as Nicole worked her magic on me.

I could feel Nicole’s tongue painting my shaft as she slowly ran her head up and down, teasing me before making her throat muscles go to work on me. She had only gotten better at deepthroating with time, a skill I didn’t think she could get any better at. Every so often I’d bring my head back up and look at her, and we’d lock eyes, and she’d giggle and wink as she kept going.

She clearly loved doing this as much as I did. I knew well that blowing me at school made Nicole horny, and I knew it was only a matter of time before she’d unzip her pants and start playing with herself.

Instead, she surprised me. Taking her mouth off my dick and leaving a generous amount of her saliva, she smiled at me as she jacked me off. “I miss doing it with you sitting,” she told me, getting up and starting to take her own pants off.

Impressively, she never stopped jacking me off as she took her pants off, and didn’t even look awkward doing it. That was Nicole for you. She easily took off her underwear, and gave me a smile, teasing the head of my cock with her fingertips. “What do you say?”

I bit my bottom lip. Not gonna lie, for some reason having full-on sex at school made me more nervous than getting blown for some reason, and I think a part of Nicole knew that, like she was testing my limits or something. A part of my heart was going ‘no, no, no,’ but I pushed that down.

“Fuck yes.”

Nicole grinned. “That’s what I like to hear, hotshot,” she purred, stopping her handjob and walking over to my. She placed her hand down onto my chest and smiled devilishly, waddling over so that her legs were on either side of mine. With her other hand, she grabbed my hard throbbing manhood and lined it up with her wet waiting pussy.

She smiled at me. “Been a while,” she commented. “I’ve missed this.” She found her angle and began to slowly sit down on top of me, sinking down. The angle was just right, and before long, I could feel Nicole’s pussy enveloping me. “Oh fuck,” she moaned instantly, her head going limp.

“You really do miss this,” I laughed.

“Fuck yes,” Nicole moaned in agreement, sitting down fully on top of me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. “Fuck, I deprived myself of this for too long.”

Yes, she fucking did. If this was doggystyle, I honestly might have started hate-fucking her for going to anyone else when she could have gone to me, but there was no way to do that with her sitting on top of me. It’s not like I could thrust. In this position, Nicole had...

... All of the power. Son of a bitch.

“Yeahhh, you’re getting it, aren’t you?” Nicole teased, a full grin on her face. She started moving her hips up and down, slowly, painfully slowly. Even though I gripped her wonderful hips, I couldn’t move them on my own. She was fully in control.

“Ask politely, Adam,” she told me in a mock stern voice.

“You are the worst girlfriend on the planet,” I laughed, one or two words coated with strain. This really was torture. This was worse than not being able to touch my cock at all. All I wanted was to drill her, but Nicole was Nicole – she frequently liked to tease me during sex, when we had it at least, and of course she was going to use this opportunity to gain an upper hand on me again.

“That doesn’t sound like you asking politely,” she teased. “Disobey me again and I’ll make you either call me Mommy or Mistress, or we stop right now. Which one will it be?”

“You want this just as bad as I do,” I challenged her.

She nodded with a cocky smile. “But you know how spiteful I am.”

She had me there. “Nicole, please, stop teasing me,” I told her in a pleading voice. “Go faster.”

“With pleasure,” she told me, finally beginning to make thrusts that did anything more than tease me. She used her feet on the ground and began to bounce up and down, feeling me fill her over and over again. Her hips ground into me with every movement, and her breasts, evidently aroused even through a black shirt, jutted into my face, moving slightly with each bounce.

Soon, Room 203 was filled with our grunts and moans, and my hands were filled with Nicole’s well-sculpted ass. And her eyes were filled with lust for me.

“Ohhh Adam...” she moaned. “Ohhhh, fuuuuck...”

“Tell me how much you missed it,” I ordered.

“I missed it – I missed it a lottttt,” she moaned in a high-pitched voice.

“Don’t you feel silly for not taking this cock when you could?” I asked her.

“Fuck, fuck. Yes, Adam. I’m just a silly little whore, I’m your whore...” She trailed off, throwing her head back and exerting less energy, just enjoying herself. I took advantage of her releasing her tension and used my arms to coax her into a new rhythm, causing her to moan in a new way.

“Fuck, are you just holding me up with your muscles?” she asked, looking at my arms. “That’s really hot...” I could feel her now moving her body with me, enjoying the way I literally carried her to her impending orgasm. I now controlled the tempo, in a way that Nicole was not expecting, and she was surrendering herself to it.

This was what I could make her feel. This was why I was her boyfriend. Plus, she could make me feel fucking good as well. Every thrust sent a new spark, a new shiver up my spine. I had to hand it to her, doing it in this position was a new sensation. I’m sure we did it in this position before, but I couldn’t remember when.

Nicole’s moans were getting shorter, her eyes glazed over, and her thrusts more desperate. She regained her energy and desperately tried to regain control of the tempo, but I refused. Using every ounce of energy I could muster, I held her by the hips and wordlessly told her that I was the one in control, and I was going to both give her all the pleasure she wanted as well as use her for my own.

Nicole smiled submissively in response, just enjoying the moment. I smiled back, then saw movement behind her. My smile rapidly fading, I suddenly felt my muscles freeze.

We were being watched.

Nicole caught on quickly to my change in body language and followed my gaze, whipping around to see Jarrod Fabula staring at us, horror in his eyes. Either from being caught, or, for all I knew about the little shrimp, discovering that sex wasn’t a myth after all.

I tried to move, but Nicole was sitting on top of me, and I was both out of energy from lifting her hips over and over as well as petrified from the situation. So, of course, Nicole took charge. “Hey!” she barked, still sitting on top of me. “The fuck are you doing?”

I could only sit still. I felt humiliated, caught, petrified for my future in the school, angry, sad ... Every emotion flooded through me, all at once. Nicole clearly had one emotion dominating her actions – I could feel the hole she was staring through Jarrod. Jarrod himself was as frozen as I was, just staring at the two of us in fear.

Nicole wasn’t having it. “Turn the fuck around, the idiot!” she commanded. Jarrod just remained frozen, so she added, “Now!” with the force of a ton of TNT. Jarrod practically jumped and whipped around, no doubt not sure why he was obeying Nicole and not running for his life.

As soon as he turned around, Nicole got up off me, groaning in dissatisfaction as she felt my cock slip out of her. Quickly, the two of us found our clothes and hastily put them on. As soon as we were both decent, Nicole put her hands on her hips and barked, “Turn back around, pipsqueak.”

Jarrod timidly turned around, looking like he was going to wet himself. “I’m sorr-”

“Shut it,” Nicole dismissed him. “I’ll let you know when you can speak. So what the hell were you doing just hanging around the Council room after hours?” She paused for a few seconds. “Oh, right. Speak.”

“I-I-I...” Jarrod tried to begin, nearly hyperventilating. “I c-couldn’t find my agenda, and I th-thought maybe I l-left it in here...”

“Your agenda?” Nicole asked incredulously, then turned to me. “Holy shit, we’ve found a student who uses one. I owe Mr. Scott an apology.” She turned back to him. “Well, go fucking look for it.”

As Jarrod looked around for his school-supplied agenda tracker, I cleared my throat. “How long did you see us?”

“I, uh...” He looked down at the floor and turned redder than he already was. It looked like all of his muscles weren’t cooperating. “I g-guess I looked for longer than I should have. I’m sorry. I just, I just was so shocked...”

“Yeah, imagine,” Nicole replied, rolling her eyes. “Sex exists. What a fucking revelation.”

“No no,” Jarrod replied, apparently taking Nicole’s words at face value. “J-just seeing you two actually doing it at school. I mean, I heard rumors about Hazelwood...”

“Well, welcome to it, you fucking creepy pervert,” Nicole sourly shot his way.

“Nicole, come on,” I said to her.

She lowered an eyebrow at me. “What? You want me to have some sympathy for the guy because he sat there and watched us?”

“Anyone would!” I argued.

“Men,” she grumbled. “No ‘anyone’ fucking wouldn’t. Pervs would.” She turned back to Jarrod. “Okay, Jarrod, what do we do to make sure all this goes away?”

Anyone sketchier than Jarrod would see this as an excellent opportunity for blackmail. Luckily, it seemed like Jarrod was the innocent little bean we figured he was. “I k-keep my mouth shut,” he admitted in a small voice. He picked up a small book off the floor and held it up. “I f-found my agenda.”

A pause wafted through the room. “ ... Yyyyyyyes!!” Nicole eventually shouted in a cartoonish amount of glee. “Thank fucking God! Woohoo! Encore! Victory lap! Jarrod found his fucking stupid calendar!”

“She’s really sarcastic, don’t take anything she says personally,” I told him, my face still pink. All I could think about was making this all go away. “Can we all agree we won’t talk about this again?”

“Yeah. I’m, uh, really sorry. I promise I’m not a pervert. I was just shocked,” Jarrod meekly replied. “I’m, uh, sorry.”

“Go,” Nicole ordered, and without another word, Jarrod quickly powerwalked out of the room, leaving Nicole and myself to look at each other and sigh.

“Twice in a year,” I noted. “And we got caught both times.”

“Yeah, we need to stop doing it in here,” Nicole admitted. “Exhibitionism really is only hot if you don’t get caught. Or if all parties consent to the voyeuring.”

“Could you say it in English please?” I asked.

“I said, ‘fuck this, we’re going home,’” Nicole grumpily replied, starting to gather her things.

Of course Jarrod and I were the two Council members put on door duty for the Halloween dance. Of course no one could take my shift. So, of course, less than a week later, Jarrod and I found ourselves standing next to each other for about an hour letting people in.

We barely said anything to each other. The only things we did say were all business, and apart from that, I tried to focus on the people coming in. Jarrod, dressed halfheartedly as some kind of pirate, mostly looked at the floor. I wasn’t sure how much he was even helping by being here.

Part of me actually kinda pitied him. He didn’t mean to look at us. And I bet it would be like watching a car accident (albeit a really sexy one if it looked like Nicole from behind) – you couldn’t look away.

That said, the awkward silence was killing me. Eventually, I decided to go inside to find Megan. It was about forty-five minutes since we opened the doors, and barely anyone was showing up anymore. I walked into the main hall, seeing Megan at the end, and began to walk towards her.

Dave was at the hall entrance, dressed as a scarecrow, and casually looked up from counting tickets to see me walking in. “Abandoning your post,” he acknowledged out loud in a dry voice.

“Snitching,” I replied quickly, earning a chuckle from him. He went back to counting his tickets as I approached Megan.

“Hey,” she warmly greeted me. She was dressed as some kind of alien. Her face immediately fell. “You look horrible.”

I dressed as a zombie this year. “So the costume’s working?” I joked.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you remember-” Nope. That was the dumbest fucking way to introduce this. Bring up that time she saw me and Nicole fooling around, then made the worst decision she ever made in her life: blowing me. Great strategy.

“ ... Do I remember...” Megan trailed off.

“Uhhh...” I scrambled. “ ... The twenty-first night of September? Ha, they totally needed to play that song tonight, you know?”

“ ... Isn’t that like a nineties funk song or something?” Megan asked. “They’re playing Akon and Gangnam Style in there.” She motioned to the gym, where shitty music was blaring on shittier loudspeakers as stealthily tipsy students ground up against each other and jumped up and down.

“Whatever. Anyway, I’m just stressed. Jarrod and I had kind of an ... awkward moment recently.”

Megan shrugged, looking at the doors. “Well, he’s socially awkward, you’re kind of socially awkward...”

“Hey!”

She made a heart sign with her hands. “I say it with love,” she teased.

“Anyway, no, like, a fight. Nicole was involved.”

Megan’s heart sign was quickly replaced with a playfully disapproving stare. “Adam, what did you do?” she asked, her tone making me think she already knew.

“Nothing! It wasn’t nothing! And, like, c’mon, Megan,” I quickly fired back, defending myself. “Just because Nicole was involved doesn’t mean it had to be a sex thing.”

Her expression only deepened. “I didn’t even mention intercourse.”

I stared at her for a few seconds. “Your face said it all, you didn’t need to,” I replied quietly.

“Yeah, nice. Ready to be honest?”

“Okay, fine,” I grumpily conceded. “I just don’t want you to judge me for it.”

To my surprise, Megan shrugged. “These things happen. I’m guessing you two did it after Council and got caught?”

“Whoa, where’s the abstinent zero-sex Megan I know?” I teased, motioning that her guess was entirely correct.

“It was your girlfriend, Adam,” she replied. “I’m not going to disapprove of you two showing your affection for each other. To be completely honest, with the way you’ve been complaining, it’s good that you two are even having intercourse.”

“Thanks,” I said, my voice dripping with annoyance.

““Who am I to judge? I don’t expect you to follow the path I do. And, uh...” She looked around to make sure no one was nearby, and lowered her voice to a whisper. “I’d be a hypocrite to judge you for doing it in the school. Or in Room 203.”

“You did it in Room 203?” I whispered back.

“Once upon a time.”

“Who would you even...?”

“Carson.”