The Headmasters Daughter
p r o l o g u e
BRYNN’S POV
Unlike how Friday afternoons usually were; the room had fallen into a tasteful, complete silence – a class of 25 high school seniors busily working on literature studies, the exam for the subject not that far away now that the semester was slowly coming to an end. Even with the ceiling fans on at full speed and the windows ajar to let in a cool breeze, it seemed that everyone was feeling the heat. Glistened brows of lightly coated sweat and student’s slumped heavily into their seats, my eyes wandered up to the clock stuck on the wall above the teachers desk – and for a few seconds; watched as the clock’s black hands teased me with slow, barely worthwhile movements.15 minutes left and I would be finished with my last full day of classes for my senior year.
Stretching my arms out above my head and yawning gently; I ran my fingers lightly through my hair, shaking them about as I twirled the ends to sit at my shoulders. Licking my dry lips once over and unbuttoning the top button of my uniform shirt, I glanced around to my left and right to see what everyone else was doing before letting my eyes fall short on the teacher who was quietly sitting at his desk – a copy of Chuck Palahniuk’s ‘Choke’ in his grasp – his icy blue eyes focused intently on what I could only imagine was exquisitely written fine print.
Tapping my shoes gently one after the other on the wooden floor; I felt my white knee high socks begin to fall down to around my ankles although I did little to fix this.
Shimmying a little further down into my seat; I twirled the biro I was holding in my fingertips and popped my free pointer finger between my lips. Cocking my head to one side, I continued with the toe tapping quietly, eventually getting the teacher’s attention.
There wasn’t much at all he could say before I shyly sucked on my finger and dropped my hand down into my lap beneath the desk; legs spreading slowly apart and my tartan skirt rising up to leave little for his imagination. I noticed from the corner of my eye his knuckles whiten as he gripped the novel he was reading hard; his tongue I’d so thoroughly enjoyed the night before poking out between his soft pink lips. Biting down hard on my bottom lip and letting my hand slip a little lower; it wasn’t long before I was gently rubbing circles between my legs – my hand finding its way easily beneath the waistband of my underwear, I began to stroke myself gently; flashing a smile to him eagerly which I knew would drive him wild.
The apples of my cheeks had flushed a blush pink and my legs snapped straight back together as the headmaster knocked on the classroom door; letting himself in with a detective and police sergeant standing close behind.
“Tomlinson..”, the headmaster acknowledged the teacher with a nod,
“Could we speak to you outside for a moment?”
Unlike how Friday afternoons usually were; the room had fallen into a tasteful, complete silence – a class of 25 high school seniors busily working on literature studies, the exam for the subject not that far away now that the semester was slowly coming to an end. Even with the ceiling fans on at full speed and the windows ajar to let in a cool breeze, it seemed that everyone was feeling the heat. Glistened brows of lightly coated sweat and student’s slumped heavily into their seats, my eyes wandered up to the clock stuck on the wall above the teachers desk – and for a few seconds; watched as the clock’s black hands teased me with slow, barely worthwhile movements.15 minutes left and I would be finished with my last full day of classes for my senior year.
Stretching my arms out above my head and yawning gently; I ran my fingers lightly through my hair, shaking them about as I twirled the ends to sit at my shoulders. Licking my dry lips once over and unbuttoning the top button of my uniform shirt, I glanced around to my left and right to see what everyone else was doing before letting my eyes fall short on the teacher who was quietly sitting at his desk – a copy of Chuck Palahniuk’s ‘Choke’ in his grasp – his icy blue eyes focused intently on what I could only imagine was exquisitely written fine print.
Tapping my shoes gently one after the other on the wooden floor; I felt my white knee high socks begin to fall down to around my ankles although I did little to fix this.
Shimmying a little further down into my seat; I twirled the biro I was holding in my fingertips and popped my free pointer finger between my lips. Cocking my head to one side, I continued with the toe tapping quietly, eventually getting the teacher’s attention.
There wasn’t much at all he could say before I shyly sucked on my finger and dropped my hand down into my lap beneath the desk; legs spreading slowly apart and my tartan skirt rising up to leave little for his imagination. I noticed from the corner of my eye his knuckles whiten as he gripped the novel he was reading hard; his tongue I’d so thoroughly enjoyed the night before poking out between his soft pink lips. Biting down hard on my bottom lip and letting my hand slip a little lower; it wasn’t long before I was gently rubbing circles between my legs – my hand finding its way easily beneath the waistband of my underwear, I began to stroke myself gently; flashing a smile to him eagerly which I knew would drive him wild.
The apples of my cheeks had flushed a blush pink and my legs snapped straight back together as the headmaster knocked on the classroom door; letting himself in with a detective and police sergeant standing close behind.
“Tomlinson..”, the headmaster acknowledged the teacher with a nod,
“Could we speak to you outside for a moment?”
Notes
Not enough love for Louis! Let's get the story going <3
please continue
1/9/16