Why was this happening? She said she could love me, so why was I sitting in a courtroom with her looking at me like I’d broken into her house and stole all her precious horse jumping medals? I thought we were both in love.
“How do you plead, Ms. Jones?”
My mother sobbed behind me, but I couldn’t think of her right now. My heart shattered.
The public defender they’d assigned sat beside me, sighing, fingers steepled on his forehead as he looked down over the affidavit.
“Ms. Jones, you understand that if you do not enter a guilty plea, you could do time in jail if convicted? They have you on camera.”
A lump formed in the back of my throat. I didn’t understand any of this legal jargon, but what seventeen-year-old would?
“I know you think you have done nothing wrong here, but this is serious, Mary. They are accusing you of violating a restraining order. There is proof, corroborated by the plaintiff’s own mother,” Carl, the lawyer defending me, sternly whispered.
“How was I supposed to know her mother filed a restraining order? I didn’t know. She should have just told me to get bent…seems a lot easier than this bullshit,” I spat back, trying to keep it to a whisper but failing.
Sadie sat at the table beside us, looking down at her hands, her face sullen. I hoped she felt the way I did; betrayed, sad…devoid of the passion we used to share. Or so I thought.
Carl let out a grated sigh. “Just because you don’t check your mail enough doesn’t mean there wasn’t a restraining order. You showed up at her house in the middle of the night—drunk, caused a scene, and ended up in jail. Plead guilty for Christ’s sakes, and just take the probation. I’m your lawyer, please listen to me.”
I tossed my head back in the chair, closing my eyes. All those stolen kisses I shared with her…the way it felt so good to give in to a desire that we both were told was wrong. Love wasn’t wrong, and love didn’t pick the gender. These people were all ignorant assholes.
“Fine, Carl. But we loved each other, and we should be together.” I stood, clearing my voice. “Guilty, your honor. I change my plea to guilty.”
Gasps filled the room, and the judge turned his head back to me from his papers. Whispers and titters filed the room, and the judge pounded his gavel, demanding order in his court.
The room quieted and Sadie shoved her face in her hands, sobbing loudly into them.
Manipulative little bitch. She orchestrated this whole thing, all the while leading me on. Fuck her, she was too immature for me anyways.
“Guilty then, Ms. Jones, is that your final answer?”
Laughter erupted from the small group of teens from my school who’d gathered to watch.
“I will have order in my courtroom!” He banged the gavel again.
I nodded curtly, pressing my lips into a thin line.
Carl patted my thigh after I sat, like he praised me for lying about how I truly felt. I wasn’t guilty of stalking or harassment…I was simply guilty for falling in love.
Chapter Seventeen- One Drunk Nun
As I pulled on the strapless black dress I wore, I silently wished my tits were bigger. I think about how Mary’s tits were the perfect handful, and how badly I had wanted to suck them when I saw her in that black teddy.
Lust coiled deep inside my hips, and I had to chastise myself for thinking these thoughts even after she lied to me and…well if we’re being honest, stalked me.
My nipples hardened, and my head swirled, thinking of the possibilities of her watching me, just like that night through the window.
I watched my slender body in the full-length mirror, flipping down the top of the dress and pinching a nipple. I hissed, closing my eyes, and pretending Mary was here with me, whispering how sexy and feminine I looked tonight. If she was here, she’d kiss my neck. Maybe she’d even put her hand under my dress and play with my pussy while I watched in the mirror.
We would laugh, drink wine, and dance. It would be the perfect night, only instead, I waited for Matt to get out of the shower so we can attend the Faculty Gala hosted each year by the hypocritical pastor himself. I groaned, pulling on my sling backs, and grabbing the small, matching purse.
I didn’t want to go to this stupid, fucking party. It was just an excuse to kiss everyone’s asses and share the latest gossip. Every year, at least one faculty member gets too hammered to drive home and they’d become the butt of our jokes until the next Christmas party where someone new with take that trophy.
Never me though.
I was a pro at keeping things professional and limiting myself to only two drinks. Sadly, Matt took that trophy two years ago and ever since that night, he’s not allowed to drink at these at all.
I didn’t want to see the pastor, but it seemed like my ‘pretending’ game was only getting stronger.
I tucked myself back into the dress, my stomach sinking, knowing that I’d probably never get to see Mary again. Besides at the game.
I should kick her off the team entirely, but something gnawed on the back of my mind. I decided not to think about that right now.
Just as I locked Mary away inside another box of secrets, Matt came up behind me, adjusting his cuff links on his blazer.
I didn’t meet his eyes in the mirror, and his dark, handsome features stared at me through the gold edged mirror. “I did you a favor this morning. I needed to absolve these sins you refuse to stop committing with women. Infidelity, sexual hunger...”
“Matt, you fuck around with students on a weekly basis. Was sexual deviance on that list of sins he was ‘absolving’ you from?” I air quote the word absolving because it’s absolute bullshit. I may have bought the lie the church sold me for many, many years, but I wasn’t an idiot.
“I trust him, Av. And yes, it was forgiveness for all those things. His seed is holy. He speaks to God himself, it’s a fucking phenomenon, and I expect to take full advantage of it.”
Full advantage, right.
I didn’t want to argue with him, especially because any fight with Matt always turned into a pissing match that he’d always win. I didn’t have the endurance he did for fighting.
“Ready to go?”
I tucked my black bag under my arm and took a dramatic deep breath. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”
“Oh my God, dude. That outfit is so fucking sexy. Granted, it looks like you got it from the child’s section but, dang.”
I’m standing in the hallway mirror, Liv and Harper behind me, while they ogled my naughty bits that hang out of this skintight nun outfit and thigh high tights.
My thighs squished over the tops of the elastic, but the tights had my legs looking long and shapely. I pulled down on the dress's hem, but it did nothing to cover my generous ass that peeked out the bottom. My tits weren’t any better—they spill over the square neckline.
Liv added a short habit over my head, and Harper handed me a wooden cross on a rope to finish it. I added red lipstick because I knew it made my lips look full and fuckable.
“Maybe she will like me if I pretend I’m holier than thou.”
Liv snickered, but I furrowed my brows together. It couldn’t be the religious aspect keeping her from me, but Matt. Or maybe she just thought I was a psycho after she realized I moved to another state just to be near her after we fucked three times in her fancy cabin.
“Where’s Aunt Annie tonight?” Liv distracted me from my intrusive thoughts.
“She picked up a private client who needed at home care in her home. She has severe dementia, so she needs someone to stay overnight with her, and it’s easy enough for mom because she basically just watches tv while she sleeps.”
My brain worked in overdrive, trying to figure out a way I could win Ava back.
I was so close, and I finally got her to admit she wanted me too.
I just wished she’d let me touch her. I never had the chance as Ambrosia OR Mary, and I longed to see her face fall apart as she came for me.
I shivered. I needed to see that.
For now, I’d get thoroughly hammered and take some dirty photos of me in this outfit and slip them into her bag at school.
“Harper has dirty secrets, too, Mary. You guys should be best friends with the number of older lovers you two have.”
Harper elbowed Liv in the ribs, giving her a look of daggers as Liv crossed her arms and mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to her.
“Is Ava home tonight? Maybe we could go spy on her and Mr. Kelly—I heard they fight all the time.” Harper’s voice was melodic and sweet, like she wouldn’t even dare hurt an ant.
There was something going on between these two; I could tell by the way Liv’s eyes lingered on Harper's back as she walked away.
“No, she’s at that faculty party at the church. Of course.”
I raised the wine bottle to my lips, and Liv picked hers up off the table in our small dining room. Harper held up her wineglass for a refill, since she thought it was ‘tacky’ just drinking straight from the bottle. Liv filled her cup, holding her eyes as Harper tucked a stray curly hair behind her ear.
I may not know what the future held for Ava and me, but I knew one thing—I’d get sauced tonight.
“Fuck this. I don’t want to take photos; I want to see her!”
You could see the half-moons of my pink nipples that had escaped from the neckline of my nun costume. I laid on the couch in my living room, red thong displayed because the small dress had ridden up my thick thighs. I raised the wine bottle to my lips again, but it’s empty and I threw it on the chair beside the couch, getting up to find another one.
Mom had loads, but she didn’t drink.
More for me and my friends.
“Whoa, Mary, I think you’ve had enough babe…” Harper tried taking the wine opener from me, but I was taller than her, so it wasn’t hard for me to play keep away with it above her head.
“No…I’m just getting warmed up, Harper,” I slurred, and I hiccup and giggle as the buzz tickled my senses and warmed my body.
“I suggest…” Hiccupping again, my words slurred. “That we crash little miss perfect’s prestigious faculty party.”
Liv and Harper exchanged glances, but Liv only shrugged, taking a sip from her wine bottle. She was probably just about as inebriated as I was.
I instantly went from rage to longing as soon as it’s decided that we’re going, ready or not.
I’d already fucked it all up, might as well go all the way with it—go out with a bang.
I couldn’t stay here any longer anyhow; It’d eat me alive just seeing her confident strides around campus. IF she even lingered a long look at any of those cheerleaders, I’d go absolutely feral. I had to leave her. It had to be over.
But first, let’s shake this party up and entertain poor little rich wife…
Perfect, put together Coach Kelly.