Sinful Teaching

“It's not even that late.”

My step-father's figure filled the entrance to the hallway.

“Victoria, it's well past two. Where have you been?” His concerned tone aggravated my thighs, a rare feeling that came only prior to pleasuring myself in the privacy of my dorm room. The brief passion made me blush.

“I was out with friends. We were celebrating Sandy's birthday. I'm perfectly capable of handling a late night out.” I explained.

It was tasking to keep my hands away from my face. I could feel my cheeks growing hotter the more he stared into my eyes, my thighs twitching when I glanced at the chest tattoo that was peeking out from beneath his tank. I'd only known him for the past year, but it felt like centuries.

With a mild crush like mine, days weaved together like milky spider webs that popped up in the corners of the garage window. I couldn't count how many nights I stayed awake just to listen to him grunt from across the house with fingers pressed beneath my shorts in an attempt to