Judy can’t control herself. She’s feeling so giddy about things. “You can’t be serious?” she laughs and touches my shoulder. “Kneeves?”

“What, you don’t like him?” I ask her.

She takes a second to think about the question and glances over in his direction. He immediately looks away, caught in the act. Currently, we’re in the school cafeteria, eating amongst the students, at a separate table. I have to say, I do feel like I’m in 7^th grade again and it’s starting to feel a bit weird…

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “He’s a nice guy. I guess I’ve never thought about him like that before. He’s not ugly, I guess.”

“He’s not ugly,” I repeat, laughing a little. Such a nice phrase from Judy.

“Sorry.” She takes a bite from her sandwich and sets it back down. “God, I can barely even eat anything. He knows I’m dating Halloway, right?”

“Yeah, he knows,” I say. “But you were just saying how much you want to get out of that relationship. Why are you being weird about it now? Are things going that good with him?”

“No. It’s shit, but the sex is great,” she says. “How can I really give that up?”

“Easy,” I laugh. “You fuck one more time and leave it at that. You can’t have everything forever, can you?”

She looks up at the ceiling and stares for a second, finishing as much of her food as she can. The whole thing is weird, playing matchmaker like this, and really I’m only doing it to solidify a better spot at the school. Now that Kneeves has put me in this position, if I don’t come through, he’s going to resent me forever. So, I guess I have to do what I have to do.

“Yeah, but going out with your boss? That just seems… wrong,” she says. “I don’t know. And it’s weird that he wouldn’t just come over here and take charge. I mean, I typically like a guy who takes charge. Don’t you?”

“Well, yeah,” I say, not able to disagree with what she’s saying.

“Like, I always thought I’d end up with a big, strong guy. Someone with swagger, confidence, and a heart of gold,” she laughs. “A total badass who adores me. That’s what I want.”

“You can’t have everything,” I sigh.

“You do,” she says, half-annoyed with me.

“Who? Addison?” I ask her. “Addison is…” I stop speaking, because I know she’s right. Addison is the real deal. He’s got a perfect body, he’s nice to me, but he’s got that hard edge that women kill for. Plus, he’s served and done his time, and he’s moved on from it. That’s really rare to find in a guy.

“Yeah, exactly. You know he’s perfect,” she says. Her eyes close for a second, before she takes a big breath. Then, after some careful consideration, she announces, “You know, why not? Fred is a good guy, right? He’s got a steady career, he’s probably not an alcoholic, and he’s, well… at least he’s normal, right?”

“Right,” I say, watching her every reaction. She starts to feel more pleased by this reality and continues.

“Yeah, I guess I should give the guy a chance. The worst that could happen is it doesn’t go smoothly and we part ways,” she says. “I’m going to do it.”

“You’re going to do it?” I repeat. “Did I hear that right?”

“I’m going to do it,” she says. “I’m going to go up to him right now and ask him out. This is his chance. If he falters and fumbles, then he won’t get another.”

“And Halloway?” I ask her, laughing a little from the absurdity of the situation.

“Halloway can shove it,” she says, standing up. “You don’t think I know he peruses the bars for new pussy every other night? He’s a hound dog, which is part of the reason why I liked him so much. In the end, it’s a bit too harmful for my heart.”

She walks over to Fred Kneeves and sits next to him, smiling. I watch as they talk for a while and it seems like it actually is going pretty okay. Fred is remarkably calm and I can tell he feels good about himself right now because he touches her arm and she doesn’t recoil. I hear enough to realize that they’ve decided on a date. This is actually going to happen.

When she comes back over, she’s rocking her hips with a new burst of excitement. “I did it,” she squeals. “I asked him out.”

“Good on you, girl,” I laugh. “What’re you doing?”

“Bar and then his place,” she says confidently. “You know, he wasn’t as weird as I thought he would be.” She takes another breath of the air around us, as if it’s fresh and new.

“Glad I could be of service,” I say, feeling bored of the school-cafeteria girl talk. I have three more periods until class is over, and then an hour of after-school stuff I have to take care of. And then I’m completely free, back in Addison’s grip once again.

* * *

“As you can see, this important piece of literature is a radical shift in human…” I’m droning on about Beowulf and the kids are practically falling asleep. I’m right there with them, counting down the hours until I can leave. It’s so close and I can’t wait any longer. This job is killing me, now that I’ve found happiness in him.

He texts me after the bell rings and I’m in class, teaching the kids about the classics. “Send me a picture of the panties you’re wearing.”

The text is completely out of the blue and when I see it, I turn dark red, and stumble across every single word. “The knight in this story… this, uh, this, excuse me…” I sit down at my desk and take a deep breath as the kids start laughing at me.

I continue speaking, telling the students to settle down. Only, underneath my desk, my legs are spread open and I’m glancing down at my light-blue panties, the ones with the tulip in the center. “I’m in class,” I text him. “And you’re a pervert.”

“Damn right, I am. I live for that pussy. I want to make you wet, every single second of the day,” he types. My throat tightens as I gulp down, and again I’m struggling to keep the class attentive.

“Now, show me that cunt,” he writes.

“Oh my God!” I text him. The vulgarity, I have to admit, turns me on. It shouldn’t, but it does, and now I’m feeling like kicking every last student out of the class so he can drive his truck over here and fuck my brains out.

“Do it,” he says.

I don’t object. I do what he asks. I unlock my phone and point the camera down at the center of my legs. I spread myself open and take a picture. I send it and wait for him, as I tell the class, “In this very old style of the English language, the word means deer, or…”

I wait for his response and it comes pretty fucking fast. “I want it in my mouth, so fucking bad,” he says. Then he types some more. I can feel my heart beating, pounding, against my sternum. “I want to mount you against that desk again. I want to take you against that whiteboard.”

“Of course you do, you dirty bastard,” I text him back.

“Spread those panties aside for me,” he says. “And don’t say you can’t do it. I know full well that you can.”

I imagine him at home, completely naked and sitting against the kitchen counter, while looking at his phone eagerly. I imagine his cock growing with each sentence that he types, until it’s harder than ever. I can’t stop thinking about him stroking his cock, feeling the girth and hard bone extending into the void, just waiting and aching for my dripping pussy. He’s thirsting for it and I can’t deny that I am too.

I pull aside my panties under my desk as the kids fidget in their seats. This is so wrong, but I’m safe under there. I snap a quick photo and send it his way and he responds with a video, only one minute later. “I’m fucking cumming,” he says.

I open the video, making sure the sound is completely off. I see his cock instantly, as hard as it was in my daydreams. It’s shining with his spit and he’s rolling his palm across each end. It grows and grows, until it practically bursts. Cum shoots across his hard stomach and it doesn’t stop for at least 10 seconds. When he’s finished, he pulls on it some more and the video stops.

Needless to say, I’m left dying. “Leaving right after class,” I tell him. “I need that inside of me.”