Marylise.I don't know what to do tomorrow. I don't want Harry to be mad at me, but I also don't want to tell Brent that I won't be able to go.Seeing his happy face when I told him I would going, it made me feel something strange. I don't want to tell him that I'm not always going, I don't want to take that smile off his face, I would feel so bad doing that.In any case, what could Harry do to me if I go?He said he wouldn't hurt me, that he would never hurt me. He can't hit me or force me to do something I don't want. He can't, he promised me, and I trust him. I know he won't hurt me.I keep thinking about what he said to me..."I don't want to have to punish you"I don't understand what kind of punishment he can do to me. Will he leaves me without a TV for a week? Will he takes away my internet or my cell phone?Impossible. Only my parents can do that, and even they haven't done it because I've never misbehaved. Harry can't forbid me anything, even if I say yes, that I'm his. A per
Harry.My innocent little girl isn't so innocent anymore, and I don't know how to feel about it honestly. I feel like I'm taking away hers naivety, I feel like a murderer of innocence, but I can't lie and say that I don't like it.Shit, what she did last night surprised me a little. I didn't call her to do it, I just wanted her to say anything to cheer me up, since the girl I had kneeling in front of me wasn't good enough. I was the only one available and I had to settle for that.Damn, I want her to do it. I smiled like an idiot at that thought. I have to stop thinking about that if I don't want to get an erection right hereBy the way, where did Marylise go?I've been waiting for her outside hers school for like ten minutes and she doesn't show up. She's usually the one waiting for me, but she's not here now.I look at my watch again. 2:19 marked this one. It's been too long. Maybe he's been checking up, or he's been entertaining himself. I don't know, but I'm already getting desper
Marylise. "The square root of 24 is 576, and the square root of 20 is 400, so the value of the hypotenuse would be the square root of the sum of these two. " I plunged my lower lip into my mouth and then nibbled it as I solved the operation in my notebook. I start solving the square root of the result of the sum of the catheters and it gives me the result. I check it by doing things backwards and it's the same thing, so the result is fine. That's perfect! I raised my hand to get the teacher's attention. —Yes, Marylise?— said Professor Matthews when he saw my hand up. —I've finished— I announced him, with enough in my voice. Some students mocked at my answer, while others rejoiced because they could copy my result and not do the operation themselves. —Well, tell us, what's your answer?— The professor said, instructing me to come to the front to solve the operation on the blackboard. I got up from my desk and went to the front. I began to do the corresponding numbers next to th
I scanned his entire face without missing any detail. When I looked closer, I noticed that he was much more attractive. He was really handsome."Do I have something on my face?" he asked amusingly, pulling me out of my ponderings while a crooked smile came out of his mouth."Ah. . . ah. . ." I babbled. I closed my eyes tightly and turned my face away. I heard him laughing.Damn it! What a shame."Shall I help you get up or can you do it alone?" He asked, but I didn't look at him. I won't look at him to spend another embarrassment."I can by myself, thank you" I felt like hitting myself for sounding so nervous. I tried to get up, but I felt my knee numb. I made a grin of pain when I felt it and I better stayed in the same position as before."Well, I don't think so. Let me help you" he said giving me his hand to help me to get up.I hesitated a little, but I finally took it. When I got up, I couldn't stretch my leg, so I had to keep it bent upward by holding my weight on one foot. When
As he entered the living room and saw me standing, he frowned. I didn't need to know him my whole life or be a genius to know he was upset."What are you think your doing?" he asked as I saw him. Seeing her expression and hearing the tone of her voice I felt the blood leaving my body and I felt fading."I. . . , I have to go" I say stumbling, as my body allowed me to speak."No, you're not going anywhere," he spoke with determination."What?" I asked, doubting what I had heard.Did he just say what I think he said?I swallowed hard as it slowly began to approach me. For a painful moment I feared he'd do something wrong to me. Again, I'm in panic.When we were about a metre away, he stopped before speaking in a calm, gentle voice—: You still can't walk well, wait a little and then you can leave.I took a breath."B-but. . .""But nothing" He cut my babble off. "Well, if you don't want to stay here, then let me take you home so I'll be more comfortable that nothing bad happens to you" h
I didn't understand what he meant by that, but it scared me. I was scared of his expression and the way he said it. I'm sorry I accepted your invitation to take me home. "Wh-what?" I asked with clear nervousness trying to get away from him, but it was no longer possible because he was already bumping into the door. He laughed at my reaction. Surely my face was full of terror and confusion at this moment. "I can make you feel the pleasure..." He paused. Something that made my fear increase significantly. How you feel when you help someone in need” He ended his prayer with a smile. I breathed a sigh of relief. This man is going to kill me with a heart attack any minute now. “Ahm..., Eh...” I stammered at not being able to articulate the words. "What's up, little girl?" I felt an electricity running through my body at the nickname, it was something strange that I hadn't felt before, but I like the feeling.I started babbling once more. What the hell is wrong with me? I just avoide
Luckily my mom hadn't come home yet when I came home, if it had been the other way around she would have asked me millions of questions about why I came later and who was that guy who took me home. I definitely can't tell absolutely anything about what happened to my mom, I don't know what I'd be able to do if she found out I'd be alone with a man to help her with math. Thinking about the latter, it still seems too strange everything, something does not convince me, but I decided that I should not judge without knowing so it is better that I stop talking about the matter and just ready to help him, because if I find myself in some strange situation I can leave at any time and ready. Unfortunately, classes were over for today, it was time to go home, it was time to give Harry math lessons. It's been ten minutes since classes ends and I'm waiting for him outside the school. He said he'd stop by, but I didn't think it would take that long. Dalilah's mother had offered to take me home
Being with him is overwhelming, but still amusing; although it is hard to teach, I have never had such a good time with a man before, maybe because for my only friend is a woman. Well, there is Brent too, but I don't know if he's still my friend, not after I turned him down. It's just that my mom won't let me have a boyfriend, not until I'm completely sure he's a good person and doesn't want to hurt me. Brent would never hurt me, but my mom doesn't understand that. I liked Brent, I still do, but my mom doesn't understand that.Sometimes she's overprotective, which I don't like at all. That's why I didn't tell her that from now on I'm going to teach maths to Harry, who's practically a stranger, because she'd know how she'd react if I told her, and she clearly wouldn't give me permission.The time with Harry at home so far has been a bit strange to be honest, it was fun in a way as he is very joking and charismatic, but there are certain occasions when he behaves differently. I really
Harry.My innocent little girl isn't so innocent anymore, and I don't know how to feel about it honestly. I feel like I'm taking away hers naivety, I feel like a murderer of innocence, but I can't lie and say that I don't like it.Shit, what she did last night surprised me a little. I didn't call her to do it, I just wanted her to say anything to cheer me up, since the girl I had kneeling in front of me wasn't good enough. I was the only one available and I had to settle for that.Damn, I want her to do it. I smiled like an idiot at that thought. I have to stop thinking about that if I don't want to get an erection right hereBy the way, where did Marylise go?I've been waiting for her outside hers school for like ten minutes and she doesn't show up. She's usually the one waiting for me, but she's not here now.I look at my watch again. 2:19 marked this one. It's been too long. Maybe he's been checking up, or he's been entertaining himself. I don't know, but I'm already getting desper
Marylise.I don't know what to do tomorrow. I don't want Harry to be mad at me, but I also don't want to tell Brent that I won't be able to go.Seeing his happy face when I told him I would going, it made me feel something strange. I don't want to tell him that I'm not always going, I don't want to take that smile off his face, I would feel so bad doing that.In any case, what could Harry do to me if I go?He said he wouldn't hurt me, that he would never hurt me. He can't hit me or force me to do something I don't want. He can't, he promised me, and I trust him. I know he won't hurt me.I keep thinking about what he said to me..."I don't want to have to punish you"I don't understand what kind of punishment he can do to me. Will he leaves me without a TV for a week? Will he takes away my internet or my cell phone?Impossible. Only my parents can do that, and even they haven't done it because I've never misbehaved. Harry can't forbid me anything, even if I say yes, that I'm his. A per
"Ready. . .""Have you finished it yet?" I ask."I think so" He says, frowning his mouth a little as he spreads out his notebook.I take the notebook so I can review the exercise I told him to do, but just looking at the first figures I realize that the result is not the right one."This is wrong" I tell him, to what he looks at me with a frown."What?" he asks, I can feel the alarm in his tone of voice."Here it is 56" I indicate, pointing out the figure where he was wrong."Don't fuck me. . . , where?" take the notebook again and start reviewing it. I laugh quietly when I see him, it's funny."Seven times eight is 56, not 54" I correct, pointing to where a few seconds ago."Well, it's just a number" He says, trying to sound relaxed, but fails terribly."No, if this goes wrong, the result will go wrong" I mean, holding a smile at his worried face."Do I have to do it again?" he asks what I'm sitting down. "No" he says, but it's as if he's begging not to do the exercise again. I nod w
Marylise.After all, my mom did let me go. After dinner, she called Delilah's mother, who confirmed that she would take us to the cinema and that, once the film was finished, she would drop us off at our respective homes; just as I had told her. My mom finally agreed and finally told me that if I could go, on the condition that I came home early and that if I was late for any reason, I would call her to be in the loop.It made me a little exaggerated the absolute control she want to have over the situation, but if she'll let me go, I guess that's fine.At recess time, which was when all the students were out and I could see Brent, Delilah left me alone with him to go with Chad. Although I didn't want to be alone with Brent, I took advantage of that moment to tell him about what my mom said to me and, dare I bet, I've never seen him smile so much.He's so cute when he smiles.Harry looks great too when he makes that gesture. But he almost never really smiles, most of his smiles are las
I look at him and notice that his eyes are closed and his jaw is tight as he tries to concentrate on his breathing. I don't know why he's like this, it's like he's holding somethingI breathe a sigh and turn to the other side, turning my back on him.I don't understand why he gets so close, but in the end he doesn't do anything and just mocks my reaction. I'm tired of that.He had done this before, twice in fact, and it was the same day. He laughed at me when I thought he was going to kiss me and closed my eyes. I didn't like that at all. I felt bad about falling.I feel the bed moving a little bit, which makes me understand that, if he's not up, he's getting closer. I can see it's the second choice when he place one of his hands on my hip and gently caress it as he bring his lips to my shoulder and kiss it.My body acts involuntarily to the sensation, causing my back to bow. At that very moment, I hear him give off a snort that stops quickly. That confuses me a little.He brings his
He lifts me up in the air and holds me in his arms, resting his hands on my butt, while I cling to his hip with my legs so as not to fall, all this while giving out hasty, wet kisses on my neck.He's walking awkwardly into what I guess is his room, as he's probably not seeing where he's walking and is only guided by his memory.He takes one of his hands off my ass and just holds me up with one so he can open the door to his room. Once opened, he puts it back in the previous place and pulls me up a bit in one motion, pushing me upwards so that I fit well. Finally he finishes opening the door with his foot and walks into the room with me in his arms.He walks to the bed and leaves me on it, then climbs up the feet of the bed and crawls towards me. His action makes me laugh a bit, it looks nice and provocative at the same time doing that.I feel a chill running through my whole body when his fingers touch the skin of my legs. He takes one of his hands towards the closure of my skirt at m
When I see him, I feel a little uncomfortable, his expression is not at all friendly and that overwhelms me a little."Have you finished saying goodbye or do you want me to take a walk and then come for you?" He asks, in a biting and irritated tone of voice.I don't know what to say to that.He snorts and rolls his eyes to the sky before jawing—: "Get in the car"I obey instantly and get in the car as soon as he opens the door just because I don't want to make him angry.Why is he like this? Did I do something?Seconds after entering he does so too, slamming the door, making him jump in my place with the shrill noise.It makes me nervous when I see that frown and the way he squeezes his teeth making his jaw muscles protrude; for a moment I fear he may break it and injure himself.I don't think I can ask him anything, but I want to. I want to know why he's like this"Are you angry?" I ask, feeling a slight tremor in my voice."No" Denies, sharp.I should have left it that way."And why
My hands begin to tremble and my heart beats arrhythmically. I feel anxious, lost, and I feel like throwing up. "Put it to me, won't you?" she says, biting her lower lip slightly. I couldn't help but look at her in disgust at the same time as I feel my face burn.Shall I introduce her? Who the hell does she think she is?"Are you talking about Harry?" inquires Delilah, more confused than before."Oh, his name is Harry. . . nice name," says the girl, with a stupid smile on her face. I don't like this girl.I have to get out of here, I don't want to be asked any more questions I can't even answer. I don't want them to find out who Harry really is."I have to. . ." I get up from my seat quickly and take the tray of food in my hands. "I have to go" I announce to almost run out of there.I hear Brent and Delilah calling me, but I don't listen to them. I just need to get some air. I need to get out of here.I throw the leftovers of my food in the trash and leave the tray in place before I
Marylise. I can't stop thinking about what Harry did to me yesterday. The way he made me feel. Maybe that's why the lines in my notebook are blank, maybe that's why I've focused fifty percent on classes compared to how I did it before I met him. Perhaps that is why professors have come to my attention several times over the last few days. I think being with him is affecting my academic performance, but as long as it doesn't affect my grades, it's okay, right?, I don't know. Well, I think that's something I don't care about at all, because it feels really good to be with him and it makes me feel all that. I have to find a balance between study and. . . fun, as you call it. I can't help but smile when I think about it. He always says, "Let's have fun" or something. It feels great to have fun with him. I better pay attention to the class. . . The shrill noise produced by the break-out bell makes me come out of my pondering abruptly, causing me to make a small jump in my seat. Now t