Sex Ed Ch. 05

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I was sitting on my couch sipping on a glass of water. I wanted to get some of the liquor out of my system and I had changed my clothes quickly. As much as I wanted to keep that outfit on for Kenzie, it's not terribly comfortable. I kept my jeans on but I traded stilettos for a pair of tan boat shoes and the strapless top for a loose fitting dark gray t-shirt that was cut to show off my stomach. I anxiously waited for Kenzie. She was late, 40 minutes late to be exact. I began to think of what a stupid idea it was to email her, she probably had been packing up her stuff and put her laptop away and was therefore unable to see that I wrote her back. Or perhaps I was too late, and she was already gone.

I stood up and began pacing my living room. I kept checking every clock I had in the vicinity, each one told me she was now nearly an hour late. My stomach tied itself up in knots. My heart fell into my gut. She wasn't coming. I plopped myself back down on the couch and grabbed the nearest pillow and cradled it. Sadness and disappointment washed over me as tears formed tiny pools in my eyelids. I tried to blink them away but as soon as I closed my eyes, I started to sob uncontrollably. Kenzie was gone. I was too late. I buried my face into the pillow, I whispered silently, "Please, please let me see her again." I was beginning whoever had the necessary power to grant me my wish to let me see Kenzie's beautiful face one more time.

This time I was ready to confess everything to her. I was ready to tell her about the dream where she sneaked into my bed and made love to me. I was ready to tell her about all the times I've masturbated thinking about her in class and how watching her pleasure herself only added to the fuel of my desire. I wanted to really thank her for saving me from George Freeman, the proper way a hero should be thanked. I wanted nothing more than to worship her from my knees and savor that delicious cunt of hers that she allowed me to see. But where was she? I looked back up at the clock. I had responded to her email over two hours ago. My tears continued to stream down my face as it was now looking hopeless, and I wasn't going to see her again.

She's not coming. Where could she be? Please, Kenzie. Please come back.