Dear Ex, Your Mom Loves Me Now

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?”