sakura
At seven o’clock, after cutting the white sponge cake and opening small gifts, I sat at the dining room table and listened to the family gossip with each other. I sank my fork into a slice of cake and glanced at my phone, hoping that I’d get an email from Mr. Avery.
Usually, he sent an email to his students with a reminder about the homework, especially if he had been distracted in class. And today, I’d learned that he definitely had been because he was watching me glide my thighs together.
The thought of making him—a married man—hard enough that he had to stop class …
I knew that it was beyond wrong, but he never once spoke about his wife, like the other teachers at Redwood did. He never shared what he did at home with her, their goals or vacations or pictures. Nothing.
But every night, at precisely seven o’clock, I’d get an email. An email I looked forward to. One that I always responded to, showing appreciation for the reminder even though I usually finished the homework hours ago.
Tonight … nothing.
Unable to stop myself, I opened my school email and refreshed my inbox.
Still nothing.
Getting desperate, I messaged the only person whose number I had in Literature. I already knew what the homework was—I had finished it in class—but I wanted to know if Mr. Avery had taken me off his email list.
Maybe he was … regretting what had happened.
Me: Hi, Maddie! It’s Sakura from Literature with Mr. Avery. Have you received his nightly email about homework yet? I didn’t write down during class what’s due for tomorrow.
I waited. And waited. And waited.
Anxiously chewing on my lip.
Nerves zipping through me.
Maddie: Email?
Maddie: I never get emails from him.
Maddie: But the homework is to just finish what we were assigned in class.
I stared at my phone in shock, warmth gathering between my legs.
Mr. Avery didn’t send other students a nightly email? I had been receiving emails from him since the beginning of this school year. Did that mean that he was only sending them to me, only thinking about me?
Maddie: Also, btw, happy birthday!
Me: Thank you!
Quickly, I tabbed back to my school inbox and scrolled through the tens of emails he had sent me these past few weeks and all of my responses. If these were all to just me, then where was my email tonight?
He didn’t have anything to say after fucking me during detention, using my body, stealing my virginity, and coming deep inside me? I rubbed my thighs together underneath the table and bit back a whimper.
Without anyone noticing, I slipped a hand underneath the table and pressed it against the front of my skirt, hoping that the ache would disappear. I glanced around nervously, ensuring that everyone was busy, then slipped my fingers even lower.
My clit throbbed as I pressed two fingers against it. Mr. Avery had had his fingers here today, rubbing the needy little bud, whispering filthy things into my ear. He had been thinking about me for a long time now, especially if he had only been sending me emails.
Every night.
Every single … night.
I pressed my lips together and forced myself to smile at Auntie Yua as she gushed about her son who was now in medical school. Pressure rose inside my core, but I rubbed myself even faster underneath the table.
Had he been thinking about me as long as I had thought about him? What would he do if he found out I was rubbing myself off and thinking about earlier today? Would he bend me over his desk and dump his huge load into me again?
Pussy pounding, I grabbed my phone and refreshed my inbox again.
Nothing.
Whimpering so softly that nobody could hear, I opened a new email and started typing out a message to him while grinding my thighs together. I needed to talk to him, to see him, to feel him inside me again.
It was dishonorable, but nobody had touched me like that. Nobody knew how to make me come so easily. With a flick of his thumb across my clit. With those dirty words in my ear. With him inside me.
Wrong.
We were so wrong.
Just as I was about to send the email to him, the front door opened. Mom walked into the house with her purse hanging off her arm and a strained smile on her face. The room suddenly fell into a deadly silence.
When she spotted the entire family here, she tightened her smile even more and glanced around at Dad’s relatives. “What’s everyone doing here?”
Dad clenched his jaw. “It’s Sakura’s birthday.”
Mom peered at me, confusion on her face for a moment, and then she nodded. “Yes, of course!” She stepped backward to the front door. “I think I left your present in the car. I’ll be back with it.”
After she disappeared outside and shut the door behind her, the hushed whispers started up. I turned back to my phone, knowing that she wasn’t coming back in until everyone left.
She didn’t have a present for me, but that didn’t matter.
I had already gotten the best present there was today—Mr. Avery’s cum.
I chewed on my lip, tearing off a piece of skin, and stared down at the email I had carefully crafted to Mr. Avery. While I didn’t know if it was crossing the line, I couldn’t help but press Send.