2 MASON
I’m in a weird mood when I get home. My body is thrumming with the awareness of what I did in the girls’ restroom today. I can’t believe I almost kissed Willow. If I’d taken just one more step toward her, she’d have felt how hard I was for her. She looked so damn sexy with that shirt open, those massive milky tits begging me to suck on them. And I swear to god that if that school bell hadn’t rung, I’d have milked her dry until I could feel that sweet, nutty titty cream coating the insides of my mouth.
I’ve had a thing for her ever since we did that Chemistry project together. Willow is so shy and quiet, hiding behind her books, but she’s really smart. She prefers to stay alone because she thinks the other rich kids won’t be interested in her, but I find myself captivated by her mysterious aura. She’s hard-working and so cute when she blushes. I can’t take my eyes off her whenever she’s close and I’m slowly going crazy. I need to tell her how I feel soon.
My Rolls Royce pulls up in the circular driveway, and I notice a U-Haul parked right there.
“Your new stepmother is moving in today,” the driver, Harold, reminds me. He’s been working for our family for over four decades and he’s someone I trust.