In the morning my fingers smelled heavy and unfamiliar, somewhere between damp earth, blood and flesh. Special thanks to Austin Vavrovics for helping out with the article. I spent that day thinking it was a one-off — some drunken foolishness not to be repeated — and when we climbed into bed a few days later and nothing happened, I was convinced everything was back to the way it was. Sign up for the Thought Catalog Weekly and get the best stories from the week to your inbox every Friday. Don't have an account?
Then the student will run away laughing, as if having scored a point in a game that exists only in their depraved little-kid mind.
The First Four Girls I Fooled Around With
Connect to your existing Cracked account if you have one or create a new Cracked username. The prospect of facing Dana once I exited the bathroom was terrifying. Even after Fred switched to a teachers-only bathroom two floors up, his students weren't deterred, and started following him in there, too. It's in September, and it's basically an excuse for all the teachers in the school to get super drunk. There was something about her musk — half Herbal Essences and half sweat — a mix just earthy enough for me to feign sleep as I breathed the scent of her hair. She warmed up to me — inexplicably — and soon we were joined at the hip the way teen girls so often are. I studied the dried, flaky remnants of the night as we got ready, wordlessly washing my hands, careful to lather the webs between my fingers thoroughly before for heading to school.