Chapter 1

When Jay got home, he went right to his bedroom.

It was his sanctuary, filled with books that he’d read and reread, their spines cracking with age. He tossed his backpack onto the chair by his desk and flopped onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He could still taste Ms Celeste on his lips, still feel her hands on his body; he felt like he needed a shower to get her scent off his body.

He closed his eyes, trying to erase the memory of what had just happened. But all he could see was Karruche’s face, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and fear as they had both realized they were not alone in the stall.

Jay sighed, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. He needed to talk to Karruche, to figure out what this all meant. He grabbed his phone and dialed her number, biting his lip as he waited for her to pick up.

“Hey,” she answered, her voice soft and hesitant.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice matching hers.

“I’m home. Just ... processing.”

She let out a small laugh, “Me too”.

“Did you do it,?” Karruche’s voice asked, almost not wanting to hear the answer even though she already knew.

“It is done,” Jay replies, ignoring the fact his cock was starting to get hard once again “Never again; that bitch Ms. Celeste has NOTHING on us she can prove”.

Jay hoped this was true, he had to get away from Ms. Celeste as he felt sick with disloyalty fucking her while he was supposed to be with Ms. Tran.

“I hope you’re right Jay, I can’t do this again; you laid with that whore” Karruche’s voice said, the hopefulness evident in her voice “But it’s over and we can move on”.

Jay also hoped that it was over with Ms Celeste, but deep down he was unsure.

“Well, let’s put that whore behind us and move on,” Karruche’s voice said, shaking him from his thoughts “It’s Friday today so we won’t be able to see each other until Monday”.

That had occurred to Jay as he walked home from Ms Celeste’s house. After banging the principal, he wanted nothing more than to cuddle up in bed with his Vietnamese-American teacher and sleep until Monday morning.

“We can still vid-call each other,” Jay says “We may not be able to be together until Monday but we can still talk,”.

If he could not be with her, at least he would be able to see her.

“I have to go,” Karruchue’s voice says “But I’ll call you tomorrow afternoon: I love you Jay”.

“I love you to Ms. Tran,” Jay replies with a smile “I’ll speak to you tomorrow”.

Once the line went dead, Jay put the phone down and sighed; he had hated what he had to do with Ms. Celeste, but he could not deny the fact that it had been hot. He tried to push the thought aside, but it lingered in his mind like a stubborn stain. He stood up and started to undress, his clothes dropping to the floor in a heap. He needed to clear his head, so he decided to take a shower. The water was scorching, just the way he liked it. He stood under the stream, letting it pound against his skin, trying to wash away the day’s events. His mind drifted back to Karruche, to the way her body had felt pressed against his in the stall.

He couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for the pleasure he’d found with Ms. Celeste. He shook his head, trying to dislodge the thoughts, but they clung to him like the steam in the bathroom. After his shower, Jay wrapped a towel around his waist and padded back to his room. He collapsed onto his bed, his body still damp, and picked up his phone. He scrolled through his contacts, stopping at Ms. Tran’s number. He hesitated, his thumb hovering over the call button. He couldn’t talk to her right now, not with the memory of Ms. Celeste fresh in his mind.