roselyn

She slipped into the bathroom, into a stall, took a deep breath, and slipped off her panties, folded them, put them in her purse. She’d never done anything like this, that. Never. In high school she’d been named Miss Goody Two-Shoes. That was years ago, now, but time hadn’t made her any more daring. Until tonight. And it hadn’t been time, tonight, either. It’d been the young – well, relatively – boy at the bar and the few drinks she’d downed to bolster her courage. She’d decided an hour ago to have sex with him. Just like that. She sucked in a deep breath, now, checked her lipstick in the bathroom mirror, pushed her hair back, but in a sexy, willing way. Would she respect herself in the morning? Maybe not. But she didn’t really care, right now. She just wanted to fuck him. Or have him fuck her. However it went would be ok. Her name was Roselyn. She was a teacher. At a Catholic school. Of course.