Sex With My Student -PartOne-

The sun was hot; blazing hot. The air was crisp and humid. Absolutely no moisture was in the air, I hated it. Neither did the wind blow; we were now seriously in perfect Beverly Hills.

    I stepped of the plane onto the scorching tarmac floor. Following my father off the runway and into the airport, a sleek black car was waiting for us; my father put our suitcases into the boot of the car before getting into the front seat and immediately taking out his phone and calling his business partner. I thought I would follow his example and take out my phone too... twelve messages from friends. My expression dropped even further as I flicked through all of the messages feeling completely hopeless “I miss my friends” I muttered, knowing my father wouldn’t hear because he is too wrapped up in a “business call”

First I started to text my best friend Martha back.

I know I only spoke to you a few hours ago but I really really miss you! I can’t help it; things really aren’t going to be the same without you here. I miss you, don’t be a stranger. M xxx

    Reading every individual word made me want to sob, but I fought back the urge to be a little girl and cry. But I didn’t know what to text back! Every time I started to say something, it got replaced in my head and tried to make a different sentence.

I miss you too. Don’t worry I’ll be visiting pretty soon, the weather is perfect here. I’ve been here for five minutes and I’m already sick of it, I need the rain! But more importantly I need you. I won’t be a stranger don’t worry, I’ll need you every step of the way here.... I love you... Hahahahah, Smell you later :) S xxx

   Hmm, trust me to turn that into a joke. I really wanted to write back apologizing for the childish joke at the end but I didn’t want to remain so dependent on speaking to her right away.

   Soon enough the car came to a halt. I slid down the tinted glass window and there in front of me was the most beautiful house I have ever seen. “This isn’t our house is it?” my father was still on the phone so he just put his hand up to me to signal to be quite. Taking in my father’s rejection to the question my door opened and a hand was hovering in the doorway for me to take it, I took the white gloved hand and they helped me out the car “Welcome to your new home Miss. McCarthy” the excitement bubbled up inside of me as the huge house stood in front of my feet.

  The floors were marble leading up to the front door step; the house was a beautiful white&beige colour with carefully crafted white windowsills. And the best feature was the height of the house, by my estimation there are four floors and over thirty rooms.

  After exploring the wide chambers of the house my estimation was close. There were twenty seven rooms and three floors, but I wasn’t disappointed. Even though I could feel the excitement bubbling up inside of me I didn’t let one drop of enthusiasm disrupt my calm facial features. There is no point of acting excited because my father isn’t going to notice, or care for that fact. He moved here for himself not me. This is the fifth time he has moved me so it is starting to feel like a routine to me... How unfortunate

  Taking control of an empty room and now calling it mine was task one. Now task two is to unpack and make this room my room, then task three, prepare myself for my first day of school.... Oh lord.

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