Cordelia's Feet 9 - The Queen Bee's Deceit - Sex Stories

Cordelia's Feet 9 - The Queen Bee's Deceit

... skinned Selena, who… How did I never make the connection when everything was there? Looks, surname, even the manner in which they spoke? “Oh god,” I croaked, “I’m so sorry!” “It’s too late for being sorry.” Kaila’s eyes were cold. Melinda giggled next to us and held up her camera. “Imagine the evidence of your depravity right here in the classroom coming out. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” Images of courts and jails assaulted me. “No! Please!” I gasped. “Then you’ll resign from your job. I’ll get to teach senior year, we’ll have a free spot for Selena, and you can stay at home and rub your dripping, perverted pussy as much as you want. Isn’t that a win-win situation?” A spear of ice shot through my heart. I had already resigned myself to quit teaching here. I’d never be able to look into my students’ faces again. But I couldn’t believe that this had all been just a game for them to get me into this position, an elaborate plan to take revenge. “Cordelia?” I asked, my voice almost breaking. The slow, stern nod she gave me shattered my heart into a million pieces. My world had become nothing but an orbit around her as my sun, and now darkness engulfed it. “No! It’s not true!” I wailed, but I only earned more affirmatory nods. I slumped to heap on the floor, tears flowing freely, sobs shaking my body. In the matter of half an hour, my whole world had been destroyed. The worst thing was, I had ignored all the signs, had readily stepped onto the one-way road. Freezing cold ...

... filled my body and heart. * * * * After shivering on the floor of my deserted classroom in a heap of misery for almost ten minutes, I managed to get myself together enough to dress, tell the secretary I was sick without bursting into tears, and find my way home. I threw myself onto my bed, but the hollowness inside my heart didn’t even allow me to cry. I just lay there and stared at a nondescript part of the ceiling, one word echoing in my mind and finding no response: why? Time crept, but at one point, it grew dark. I didn’t bother turn on the light. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Then the doorbell rang, ripping me out of my catatony for a moment. I sat up, out of pure reflex, but the idea of seeing anyone felt unbearable. I slumped back down, and when the bell rang again, I pressed my hands over my ears to block out the sound. Still, the faint sound came through, and whoever was at my door didn’t take no for an answer. Again and again, the melodic gong kept sounding and prevented me from crawling into that deep, dark, cold pit that was my heart. Blurry-eyed, almost as if drunk, and blinking against the spots that danced in front of my eyes once my fingers found the light switch, I finally stumbled down the steps, clothes and hair ruffled, and approached the door, preparing a lie about being really sick for whomever of my friends it was. Everything froze when I eased the door open. “You?” Even with red rims around her eyes and tears streaking down her face, Cordelia was ...