Sylnaeve
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As the class ended, Melody's smile went from ear to ear. She'd made it! Thank God that Coach Dumas had ended when he did! The secret object that had teased and tormented her was still firmly inside her aching, wet sex but it had stopped it's vibrations for now.
She rose with the others and helped them in putting everything away. As she did, she felt a fresh surge of relief and pride.
It had been close. If it hadn't started to dial down when it did...well, she would have held on a little longer but it had been so difficult.
And she was left still wanting and horny after it. She blushed to even think the word but that was the only term for it. The continued feel and presence of it, the way it rubbed against her as she moved, and of course the recurring vibration periods had all felt good but all fell short of her release, making the tension in her build and build.
"Miss Wainwright, follow me please."
Melody's smile drained off of her face and she paled beneath the sheen of sweat on her face. Oh no. Oh, no! Dumas had noticed something was wrong! And he'd called her out after class and...oh, it was all ruined! If this wasn't calling attention to herself then nothing was!
She knew better than to cause a scene by not listening though. The redhead dutifully fell into step behind the strong bodied older man, following him in silence as he led her to his office and had her sit.
Her hands were folded in her lap, and it was a good thing, because as he went on with what he had observed and his suspicions, they started to tremble a little. Melody nibbled her lower lip, her face down cast, and her mind racing. What should she do? What should she say? She couldn't go to the infirmiry! That was even more attention getting than this!
But what would it hurt? She'd failed. She'd failed, thanks to the teacher's keen eyes and yen for perfection. She'd been pulled aside after class to go to his office; totally attention drawn to her by the way she'd been acting because of the toy in her. She'd done all she could and-
No. Even if she had failed, if the Society counted this against her, she wouldn't just give up and give in.
Melody raised her eyes and gave a tired smile that was wholly genuine, "I'm sorry, Coach Dumas. That I worried you, I mean. It's very touching that you wanted to talk to be about it."
She took a breath and shrugged, "I haven't been sleeping well lately, it's true, sir. With stress from class and normal life stuff just piling on right now." Nothing so far was untrue; her worrying about her school life and the Society had been keeping her up at night. "And I didn't eat or drink much today, I know I should have, but..."
But she didn't want to have to go to the bathroom; on the off chance that the toy fell out while she was doing her business. She would not fail on a stupid technicality!
Melody shook her head, "I think I just need to try to go back to my room and sleep, sir. Get some rest and drink some water, and I think I'll be fine." She smiled again, "But I promise if I'm still feeling this way tomorrow, I'll go and get checked out."
She rose with the others and helped them in putting everything away. As she did, she felt a fresh surge of relief and pride.
It had been close. If it hadn't started to dial down when it did...well, she would have held on a little longer but it had been so difficult.
And she was left still wanting and horny after it. She blushed to even think the word but that was the only term for it. The continued feel and presence of it, the way it rubbed against her as she moved, and of course the recurring vibration periods had all felt good but all fell short of her release, making the tension in her build and build.
"Miss Wainwright, follow me please."
Melody's smile drained off of her face and she paled beneath the sheen of sweat on her face. Oh no. Oh, no! Dumas had noticed something was wrong! And he'd called her out after class and...oh, it was all ruined! If this wasn't calling attention to herself then nothing was!
She knew better than to cause a scene by not listening though. The redhead dutifully fell into step behind the strong bodied older man, following him in silence as he led her to his office and had her sit.
Her hands were folded in her lap, and it was a good thing, because as he went on with what he had observed and his suspicions, they started to tremble a little. Melody nibbled her lower lip, her face down cast, and her mind racing. What should she do? What should she say? She couldn't go to the infirmiry! That was even more attention getting than this!
But what would it hurt? She'd failed. She'd failed, thanks to the teacher's keen eyes and yen for perfection. She'd been pulled aside after class to go to his office; totally attention drawn to her by the way she'd been acting because of the toy in her. She'd done all she could and-
No. Even if she had failed, if the Society counted this against her, she wouldn't just give up and give in.
Melody raised her eyes and gave a tired smile that was wholly genuine, "I'm sorry, Coach Dumas. That I worried you, I mean. It's very touching that you wanted to talk to be about it."
She took a breath and shrugged, "I haven't been sleeping well lately, it's true, sir. With stress from class and normal life stuff just piling on right now." Nothing so far was untrue; her worrying about her school life and the Society had been keeping her up at night. "And I didn't eat or drink much today, I know I should have, but..."
But she didn't want to have to go to the bathroom; on the off chance that the toy fell out while she was doing her business. She would not fail on a stupid technicality!
Melody shook her head, "I think I just need to try to go back to my room and sleep, sir. Get some rest and drink some water, and I think I'll be fine." She smiled again, "But I promise if I'm still feeling this way tomorrow, I'll go and get checked out."