Unofficial

It’ll have to be unofficial. Who would you go to? Who can you trust? There’s only one teacher that you know to be gay at school, and she is your sorority’s sponsor. Well, two gay teachers if you include Professor Austen. Still. The college isn’t necessarily your ally here. They won’t be happy about what Professor Austen is doing, but… you’ll have to find another way.

“We’ll let that be a problem for tomorrow,” you say, leaning to kiss her again. She pulls, and you allow it, sliding into the bath with her. You get unexpectedly lost in the kiss with the feel of her fingers running up and down your smooth, wet back. Roxy’s body isn’t the softest, but you still enjoy feeling it against yours. She’s not an expert kisser, but she’s got spirit.

You pull back to look into her eyes, chuckling a little as you play with her hair. You remember her little stunt tonight with Officer Lang. The memory gives you some warm and fuzzies, but it also pisses you off. Roxy’s been flirting with you for weeks, so you knew she wanted to get you out of your clothes, but you never would have expected her to do something that risky.

Her hands slide down and rest on your hips.

You’re all wet. Your glasses slide down to the end of your nose. She smiles and pushes them back up for you. What’s this look on her face? It’s almost pleading.

She reaches up and lightly touches your face, holding your gaze.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” she asks. Her tough girl act is totally gone.

Yes, of course she can.

Or

No, you have to make sure that Lisey is OK.