C3 Chapter 3

Thomas

I throw my phone on the couch. I know I did the right thing in saying no, but I still worry about what this girl might be planning to do now.

I need to stop worrying about my students and their private lives.

I always advise them when I can, which is why they get along so well with me.

Sometime later and I decide to let it go. I won't be able to do much from far away and not knowing girl.

After spending half the day on this couch, I call Melinda.

She is probably no longer at work.

Maybe it's my mistake.

I've done the math wrong because she doesn't answer. And I try a lot, without success.

...

The evening is when I would stay home going over my lesson plans or correcting some exercises.

Today I don't have that to do, so after having some soup I prepared myself, I go straight to bed.

Maybe I should call Ryan so we can go out some nights.

My young brother is always asking me to.

I resolve to make that call tomorrow.

I lie on my bed and turn on the TV to watch National Geographic.

There is always a documentary to watch on this channel.

Now I'm watching one about animal life, I wish I more focused on the content on TV, but my thoughts keep back to that lecture at that school days ago.

I don't know why that is happening now, but it reminds me of that girl I talked to this morning.

And it all reminds me of that picture, the one that I have not yet deleted from my cell phone and that I keep thinking about even though I don't want to, it makes me very horny.

I pick up my phone and decide to call Melinda.

Maybe we can make a video call so I can figure this out and see her because I miss her in so many ways.

She used to enjoy doing this, so I am sure she will.

I give up after several attempts.

The problem is that my cock it's already hard, even more so now that it had hoped we would talk and see Melinda naked.

Is it not going to happen today?

My horny betrays me for a few seconds.

My eyes go to the pic that turns me on even more.

I wipe my hand across my face and throw my phone on the bed. I try to concentrate again on the TV in front of me, but I am still so hard that it bothers me.

I run my hand under my shorts to see if it will subside and leave me alone, but it gets even more lit up and wants me to continue to touch it.

I don't want to do this thinking about that girl.

It would be a mistake.

I should do this thinking about my fiancée, who doesn't happen to have time to talk to me.

"Fuck it!"

My hands are already going down into my shorts.

I'm not wearing any panties.

My cock is free to be touched even more precisely.

I even close my eyes at how good this feels.

I still try to think of Melinda and her body, but the images of that girl in the picture invade my mind.

It's torture.

I remove my hand from there, and even though I am gasping, I still try to look at the TV.

But I don't think I'll be able to concentrate there much longer. My cock is throbbing under my shorts, hard like never before.

I turn over on the bed rubbing myself against the sheets.

It doesn't give me the relief I need.

I pull my cock out of my shorts, and the friction of my skin against the fabric causes me a perfect sensation.

I increase the pressure even more as I think of that body underneath mine.

I pull his hands away from those perfect boobs and suck on each of them as I put my cock on her pussy which is so hot, wet, and tight.

And I cum hard on my sheets.

When the moment of horny passes, the feeling of guilt overwhelms me.

Shane

"Claire: You mean he's not into it?"

I take a deep breath as I lie on my back on my bed and answer her promptly:

"Me: No."

She replies:

"Claire: Too bad.

"Claire: I was all excited to know the details."

I end up laughing.

I cannot answer something.

Claire types it and sends it to me:

"Claire: I found his Facebook profile."

I sit in bed immediately.

I remember Thomas's face, but it's great to have some pics of him.

She sends me the link.

I will go in once again.

I am face to face with all that perfection now the desire to have his body very close to mine comes back to me.

I look at the pictures he has of himself and ignore the beautiful woman next to him. I look at her for a while and feel very jealous of her now. I don't like to feel that way about anyone.

After looking at her pics, a message arrives from Claire:

"Claire: What?"

"Claire: Did you die seeing him?"

"Claire: Are you still alive there?"

I end up laughing as I read this, but type it back:

"Me: Not yet."

"Me: But I need to make him change his mind about my proposal."

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At dinner, I thought about the pictures of him that I saw earlier today.

I even saved some of them to martyr myself later. I also keep thinking about the fact that Thomas has a fiancée.

I know that I let him know that I don't care about this, but I wish he were single so that I wouldn't be attracted to someone with a commitment, but I haven't been able to control it since I saw him.

I go to my room after checking out my Instagram, but now it makes me bored.

I decide to take a shower.

Maybe this will improve my anxiety in finding some solution for my recent obsession with losing my virginity to this guy.

I took a shower. I stayed in there for half an hour and moisturized my hair.

I sit on my bed with my laptop still open on my Facebook.

I see some new posts of my college mates enjoying their vacation with their parents and remember that I'm still here doing nothing because my mom has too much work these days. We couldn't take the planned trip.

I look at my phone again. I hope Thomas looked at my picture and thought a little about it. I don't even recognize myself anymore.

I have always wanted a guy who is interested in my intelligence. I am checking to see if the one I desire most will like me for my body or how I am hot.

But of course, he hasn't changed his mind.

I reread our conversation, the cold and polite way he answered every question I did should discourage me, but I find his attitude even more attractive.

But I'll think straight about a way to convince him. I don't want to seem desperate, even though I've already done that.