Cindy's POV

My ex-boyfriend broke my heart into pieces, so I kissed his mother. It was no big deal right? I wasn't thinking straight. I could blame it on the heartbreak.

But I wasn't just kissing my ex's mother. I was kissing my principal. My role model. The woman I had always looked up to. The one I wanted to call mother-in-law.

My eyes widened when the realization hit me hard but before I could pull away, she laced her hands through my hair. Like she had been waiting for this to happen.

She tugged on my bottom lip and a soft whimper left my throat, my lips parting involuntarily. I melted into her touch as she slid her tongue into my mouth, kissing me like she had been dying to know what my lips tasted like. She moaned softly, sending shivers running through my spine as I kissed her unlike how I had kissed anyone.

Our lips moved against each other, almost like they were made to be. It was everything but perfection. Our first kiss was passionate but sloppy. I had never kissed a woman before. Not to talk of—

My principal. I was kissing my principal.

The realization suddenly coursed through me like lightning, and I pulled away immediately, my breath heavy and eyes glossy. She had a confused expression on her face when I pulled away so abruptly and my heart wouldn't stop pounding wildly in my chest.

“I'm so sorry.” I started to mutter hurriedly as I fumbled with the seatbelt. “I'm really sorry, principal.” I apologized, finally getting the seatbelt off.

“Cindy, listen to me—”

I was already out of the car, bolting to my dorm. Far away from her. Far away from her delicious lips that I wanted to kiss more.

“What have I gotten myself into?” I whispered to myself harshly, looking back occasionally to be sure she didn't follow me.

This could cause me a lot of trouble. How could I kiss my principal? A woman? What would she think of me? Would she find me disgusting? The world was unfair to queer people. And I wasn't even sure I was queer.

Why was everything falling apart?

I rushed into the dorm, collapsing on the bed with harsh sobs wracking out of me. I felt useless. Pitiful. Like a disgrace. My glasses had fallen off somewhere in the room and in anger, I flung aside the heavy medal on my neck.

What was the use of medals if all I had to my name was the title of a loser? And I just had to kiss the one woman who was off limits. What would my parents think if they saw me like this? They would be ashamed.

Maybe Peter was right.

“I'm not gay. I'm not into women. It's just the heartbreak controlling my decisions. I promise I'm not gay.” I muttered to myself over and over again but who was I kidding? The way she had grabbed my hair was everything I had ever wanted and more.

She kissed me like she was starving for me. I had enjoyed every second of it, and heaven knew that I wanted more. I wanted her to pin me against the wall and do the things her son was supposed to do—

“Fuck!” I suddenly yelled, placing my pillow over my face. I was beyond fucked.

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Days passed after the day that messed my life up and I was worse than before. I barely left my house. Barely took a bath. I didn't move from my bed as I spent all my time eating takeouts and chips while doomscrolling through social media. I couldn't check the school group chats.

Peter and Bella had decided to use me as their object of mockery and I realized it was all a bet. Peter and another group of guys had bet a huge amount of money to see if he could get me to fall in love with him. And I had fallen for his acts so foolishly.

Peter won. He got the money and didn't hesitate to tell the school how he played me because I was dumb. I cried myself to sleep every night until I ran out of tears to shed. I was the new face of mockery and meme-making. Everyone knew of my downfall.

How could I ever show my face at school again? How would the medals help me this time? And the one person who could help me, Principal Rebecca, I had been ignoring her calls since that day.

I couldn't bring myself to face her after what happened. I didn't want to know what she thought of me. I didn't want to act like nothing happened. I had crossed the line, committed a forbidden act. It was unforgivable.

My phone buzzed with a message from the school chat group and I saw someone had tagged me.

“Seems like the nerd is too ashamed to bring her four eyes to school. We miss you, nerd!”

Illiterates. If only they would focus on their studies this way as well. I exited the group chat instantly and turned my phone off, sobbing into my pillow for the tenth time today. I was tired of crying but my eyes obviously didn't care.

My heart wouldn't stop aching either.

Hours passed and it was finally dark when someone knocked on my door. I froze, not expecting anyone at this time of the night. I tried to stay silent, maybe the person would go away but the person kept knocking. Like they knew I was in here.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed myself off the bed and sucked in a sharp breath to stabilize myself. I pulled the door open just slightly to protect myself, and I saw who it was. I rushed to close the door instantly.

But I was too late. A hand reached out, stopping the door from closing as the figure stepped in and I stumbled back in shock.

Cindy's POV

She was here. She had forced her way through before I could slam the door shut and walked into my apartment that probably reeked. Shame washed over me as I glanced at my dorm, which was decorated with empty packs of takeout and bottles of soda.

I was sure I reeked, too, because I hadn't taken a bath in days.

“Principal—”

“What were you thinking?” She interrupted me with a frown and I could see the anger written all over her face.

I knew it, I was fucked for kissing her that day. What if she expelled me from campus completely?

“I'm really sorry!” I started, bowing as low as I could to show how apologetic I was. “I wasn't thinking straight that day and I was still reeling from getting my heart broken so painfully, that's why I did that. I promise it wasn't on purpose!”

“What?” I heard her ask and I raised my head to see that she was staring at me with a confused expression.

“I- uhm- I said I'm really sorry for kissing you—”

The remaining words died in my throat when she grabbed me by my shirt and shut me up with her lips on mine. My entire body stiffened as she pulled back slightly to look at me, her eyes hazy with desire.

She kissed me again.

The way she stared at me at my knees buckling and the pit of my stomach flipping with a need I couldn't place my hands on.

“Principal…”

“I told you not to call me that when we're alone.” She muttered softly and stepped forward, almost like she wanted to merge her body with mine. I stepped back and she stepped forward again, until my back hit the wall.

She literally had me pinned to the wall and I couldn't deny it. This was so sexy.

“I thought you were mad at me for kissing you.” I managed to breathe out and she raised a brow.

“Was that why you've been avoiding my calls? Because you thought I was mad?” She asked, her eyes suddenly twinkling with amusement and I nodded slowly.

“I thought you would find it disgusting that I was attracted to you when you've always treated me like your daughter—”

“I never treated you like my daughter. You saw what you wanted to see, Cindy. And I couldn't make a move on you because you were too in love with my stupid son. Why do you think I'm a single mother?” She questioned and I frowned slightly.

“Peter said his father died when he was a child,” I muttered, her perfume making it so hard to think straight and she chuckled softly.

“I'm a lesbian, Cindy. Peter is my sister's son. He just doesn't know that. And I planned to keep that secret with me till I die. His parents died in a car crash and I had to take him in as my son. Trust me when I say I never saw you as my daughter.” She explained, her fingers caressing my cheeks gently and I let out a shaky breath.

“So you don't hate me…?” My voice came out a little too soft, almost like a whimper, and when she leaned closer to me, a soft whimper escaped my lips.

Holy fudge, she was so hot. Knowing that she was a lesbian made her even hotter, and even though I wouldn't admit that I was queer, I wanted her.

“I want to kiss you until you can't breathe and claim you as mine. You think I hate you?” She whispered softly, her lips brushing against my earlobe, and I whimpered again. “I want to show you what real pleasure is. What my fingers and tongue can make you feel. I want to fuck you into submission until my name is all you can remember.”

“Now tell me, Cindy. Do you think I hate you?”

Her words had my knees buckling as warmth spread in the pit of my stomach. Imagining her doing all that to me made my core pulse with need and I tugged on my bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping.

“I— I don't… I was wrong.” I muttered softly and she grabbed my chin, not harsh enough to sting but hard enough to show that she was in control. And fuck, I wanted her to take control of me.

“I'm going to kiss you again, Cindy. Push me away if you don't want it.” She whispered and my breath hitched, her lips hovering over mine for a while.

When I didn't pull away or push her from me, her lips finally met mine and I moaned into her mouth. My hands found their way to her hair as I laced my fingers through them while her hands found my waist.

Her hand slipped under my shirt and the moment her thumb brushed over my hardened nipples, I jerked back in pleasure, my knees buckling at the effect. If she hadn't been holding my waist, my legs would have given way.

“You're such a sensitive little thing.” She praised me softly as her thumb stroked my nipples again and I threw my head back in pleasure.

“Has he ever touched you like this?” She asked as she pulled back slightly, taking my shirt off my body. I suddenly became self-conscious as my hands went straight to my chest.

“N-no he hasn't… I— well, I planned to give him my virginity that day…” My voice trailed off the moment I saw her eyes darken with a desire that had me trembling.

“You're a virgin? He never touched you?” She questioned and I nodded. She moved, like she was about to pull away but I held her hand back, my eyes wide with worry.

“Don't leave me because of that,” I said quickly and she raised a brow at me. “I've always wanted to know what it'll feel like to be rough handled by a woman. So…”

My voice cracked a bit from feeling so nervous but I brushed the feeling away. It was too late to regret anything anyway.

“Would you like to take my virginity?”

Cindy's POV

“Would you like to take my virginity?” I whispered softly, my voice coming out in a shaky tone and she stared at me with an intensity that had me gulping.

What if I just said the wrong thing?

“You know what you're asking for, right? Because once I start, I won't be able to stop.” She muttered slowly, dragging out every word so I could hear the consequences of my request.

But I wasn't about to back down now. Not when the hottest woman on this planet could help me get over my broken heart.

Without thinking I got on my tiptoes and kissed her. She froze for a second against my trembling body and then pulled me in by my waist, kissing me like a thirsty man finding water. I moaned into her mouth, and she swallowed it in, sucking and biting on my lips, so that I was sure they would be bruised once we pulled away.

Her hands slipped under my shirt, caressing my sensitive skin gently and my knees buckled under her touch. Her lips moved from my lips to my chin and just when I thought I could breathe again, she sucked on the spot below my ear. That action drew a loud whimper out of me as I tilted my head in pleasure.

“You're such a good girl.” She praised, sucking and biting on my skin like she was trying to mark me. When her thumb brushed over my nipples again, I let out a gasp of pleasure and she chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through me.

“Get on the bed for me, dove.” She ordered and the nickname sent tingles down my spine as I obeyed immediately. I sat on the bed and she leaned toward me, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before taking my shirt off.

A wave of embarrassment flashed through me and I instinctively moved to cover my chest. That seemed to make her displeased as suddenly she grabbed my hands, hoisting them above my head until I was lying flat on my bed. And she was right on top of me.

“What's there to cover? To hide? You're perfection, little dove. All of you. So don't hide from me. Okay?” She muttered gently, her tone contrasting with how hard she pinned me down. I nodded quickly and squirmed a bit, only then did she loosen her grip on my hand slightly.

She kissed me again, her hand still holding mine about my head, and then moved her lips from my chin, down to my neck, until my chest. Her tongue flicked over my left nipple and the heat that coursed through me had me arching my back in pleasure.

“P-principal—”

A harsh smack on my right boob sent waves of pleasure and pain rushing through me and I opened my eyes in surprise.

“Call me that one more time and my hand prints will be all over your ass cheeks, sweetie.” She threatened slowly, a small smile on her lips as she placed soft kisses all over my chest.

“ I-I'm sorry, Becca…” I stuttered, my throat running dry at her command and she finally hummed in agreement. Sucking on my right nipple, her thumb pinched and rubbed my left nipple that was hard as fuck, and the moans that escaped my lips were sounds I never thought I was capable of producing.

“B-becca—”

“Yes, little dove? Tell me what you want.”

My thighs were tightly clenched together to ease the heat and need that pooled in my core. It was so foreign yet so good that I found myself wanting more. More of that need and that heat.

“More…” I whimpered, squirming a little as she looked up at me. “I want more, Becca,” I added and she smiled, a mischievous, teasing smile.

“More of what, dove? You gotta be specific.”

I almost groaned in frustration when I realized she was teasing me and she seemed to be enjoying every bit of it.

“I don't know.” I pouted in frustration. “More of you? More of your touch? More of the feeling that keeps growing at the pit of my stomach? I just want more… Please.” I pleaded, and she pulled away just slightly so she could hover over me again.

“That isn't specific enough. Tell me what you want, and I'll do it.” She whispered, placing butterfly kisses all over my face and I giggled.

But what did I want? What was I supposed to tell her? I haven't done this before.

Then it clicked in my head.

I remembered I once watched a video, by accident, of two lesbians having sex and the younger one called the other one—

That's it!

“I want you…” I started, gulping nervously and she looked at me with a smile. “I want you to touch me, mommy.”

The moment the last word left my lips, she froze. Fuck my life, did I mess up again?

“What did you just say?”

“I-I said I want you to touch me.”

“No, what did you call me?”

“M-mommy?” I stuttered and her eyes widened, hunger and glee swirling through them.

“You're so naughty after all, hitting me where I'm weakest.” She chuckled softly and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Call me that when we're alone from now on, okay?”

“You like it?” I asked in surprise, and she chuckled again, her hands moving to trace my curves, which sent shivers down my spine.

“It makes me want to do crazy things to you until you understand that you're mine, so of course, I love it. My naughty, little dove.” She whispered, tracing kisses down my chest to my belly button and I whimpered.

“You want me to touch you here?” She asked softly, her fingers brushing over my thighs so softly that it made me squirm.

“Everywhere, Mommy. Please… I can't take it anymore.” I begged, tugging on my bottom lip as she bit the insides of my thighs.

“Be patient, little dove. I'm taking my time to taste every part of you that I've been dying to taste for years now.” She muttered with a grin, her fingers hooking with the line of my panties and a shaky moan escaped me.

Goodness, I am enjoying this too much.

The moment she pulled my panties off, I snapped my legs closed on instinct before realizing that I had just broken a rule. Fuck.

“What did I tell you, little dove?”