Fiftysix - Seven Rue Page 0,4
came to sexuality, although I did prefer men.
Older, silver foxes who had experience and weren’t afraid to be rough.
Through the cam or in real life.
God, it’s been a while since I had sex with a man.
“Now I know,” she said, puckering her lips and then smiling. “I think I’ll pass for now. You’re far too wild for me.”
I chuckled and pushed my phone back into my jacket’s pocket, then I nodded toward her to let her know we could leave the bathroom.
“I take that as a compliment. As long as you stay my best friend, I don’t care if you let me suck on your clit or not.”
“Is that the way you’re supposed to talk in this school, Ms. Bentley?”
I stopped to turn around and look at Mr. Trapani.
Most definitely the hottest, Italian teacher we had at this school.
Well, he was the only Italian teacher here, still…he had great potential.
A few more years, and a few more white hairs, and I’d put him on my list of men I’d want to fuck.
After graduating from college, of course.
I tilted my head and smiled at him sweetly, then I wrapped an arm around Kennedy’s shoulders and leaned against her as she was almost a head shorter than me.
I wasn’t the tallest girl at this school, standing at only five-foot-three, but I liked to think I was the perfect height.
“I’m sorry, Mr. T. I didn’t mean to offend you,” I told him, knowing that would only piss him off even more.
“Offend me? I’m not offended. I just think it’s not appropriate for a girl your age to talk like that. Especially not in this school.”
He was being dramatic.
Either that, or he just needed an excuse to talk to me.
His eyes had already moved to my tits five times in this short interaction we were having, and I had to admit…I liked the way he tried his hardest not to make it so obvious.
I pushed my chest out more, making my shirt open up a bit more to reveal my tits which were pushed up thanks to the tightness of my bra.
Would he have wanted me to talk about dicks instead? Because I’d gladly talk to him about those fascinating things.
“It won’t happen again, Mr. T. Mi scuso,” I said in Italian, showing off my language skills that I learned from him.
That made him grin, not able to hold it back.
With a shake of his head, he let out a soft chuckle. “All right, you two. Go to class.”
One last look at my tits, a lick of his lips, then he disappeared.
“How have you not been kicked out of this school yet?” Kennedy asked, laughing.
“Simple. Dad’s money.”
*
“And I want you to go talk to people as well. No standing around and waiting for someone to come talk to you. And if you need to get out of a conversation, call out to me,” Dad said as I made sure his tie wasn’t crooked and the knot nice and tight.
“What if there’s no one I want to talk to?” I asked, brushing along his chest to smooth out his white, button up shirt before helping him get his suit jacket on.
“There’s no such thing, Valley. You’ll find someone to talk to, and you will allow them to talk to you,” he demanded.
He didn’t take no for an answer, and the best thing for me to do was just do what I was told.
Even at his birthday he had to be this bossy.
A few glasses of wine and champagne would surely make him relax a little bit.
“How does it feel being fifty-five, Dad?” I asked with a smile as we looked into the big mirror in his closet.
“Not much different. I feel surprisingly healthy. Good thing I started working out a few weeks ago. All this food Della cooks can’t be good if you want to stay in shape,” he said.
I smiled, leaning against him and wrapping my arms around his arm. “I’m still in great shape,” I pointed out, mostly to get a rise out of him.
I ate a lot, yet, my body didn’t feel like gaining weight.
It didn’t bother me much, as I had the necessary curves that made me look like an hourglass, but Dad always complained about me being too skinny.
He let his eyes wander over my body which was covered by a tight, short dress, and before he said something, I could tell he was trying to hide a frown and negative comment.
“You’re beautiful as always, Val.” He kissed the top