Chapter 2
Chapter Two
KAMILA
“ H ey, everyone, my name is Kamila, but you can call me Kami. This is my first time teaching Zumba at Driscoll, but I do have teaching experience, so I promise you’re in good hands. This class is about an hour long. After every?—”
“You’re Kamila Morales, right?” a girl in the front row asks, catching everyone’s attention, including mine.
It’s not her knowing my last name that confuses me, that’s on the gym’s website. It’s why she’s bothering to ask that catches me off guard. I don’t know the girl.
“Um, yes, I am. As I was saying, after every three songs, there will be a very short break?—”
“Are you still friends with Jacob Greymoore?”
Shit. That’s why she was asking.
Jacob, or Jake as he likes to be called, is standing in the back along with Em and Levi. He’s around six-foot-three, but in a room with thirty people in rows in front of him, he’s hard to spot. It’s when I make the stupid mistake of making eye contact with him that everyone seems to follow my line of sight.
This is why my class is fully booked on the first day.
Jake tries to play it cool, yet I can clearly see that he’s slightly uncomfortable. Before anyone is able to get another word out, or worse, go up to him and ask for a picture, I clap my hands together as aggressively as I can.
Some students flinch, all of them rearing their heads back to me. The girl who started it all is wearing an insane-looking grin, and it takes all my self-control not to kick her out now. Not wanting to embarrass Jake further and yell at everyone for not having manners, I emphasize my next words.
“If there is anyone in this class who is going to interrupt or try to get out of line for anything that’s not an emergency, putting other people’s safety at risk, please leave. Now.” After a few seconds, when no one leaves, and all grins are gone, I head to where my phone is waiting with the class playlist. “Mayor Que Usted” by Natti Natasha, Daddy Yankee )
Me: Wish I could but I need to head to bed soon.
Mike: Phone sex?
Me: Give me five minutes.
Truth is, I’m using this to clear my mind
After I have my bullet and dildo in hand, I give Mike a call.
“Hey baby, how are you?” Mike’s smooth voice sounds through the speaker. It usually makes me wet pretty quickly, but not tonight; my body is not reacting the same way. I shake it off and attempt to get out of my own head.
“I’m good. I have some of my toys next to me.” My voice is sultry as I answer.
He laughs seductively. “Oh yeah? Which ones are you going to use?”
“Whichever ones you tell me to.”
“It’s up to you, baby.”
Usually, I like it when guys tell me what to do in bed. Mike, however, doesn’t seem like that type of guy.
“What are you wearing, Kami?”
Oh, for God’s sake, seriously? What am I wearing? I’m wearing a pair of sleeping shorts and an oversized graphic t-shirt.
Guess all of the dirty talk is up to me.
“I’m naked. Start touching yourself, Mike,” I demand a little too dryly, not that he seems to notice.
He groans into the phone. “I already am. I’m so fucking hard.”
Pressing the red button on my bullet until it’s on the setting I like most, I rub it against my clit. “And I’m so wet for you.”
“What would you be doing if I were there right now?”
Keeping my eyes closed tightly, I try to picture what I’d want to do. “I would have you in my mouth, sucking you in so deep.”
“Yes, keep going.”
Am I going to have to do all the talking?
“I would slowly crawl up your body, laying kisses everywhere until I slip my tongue into your mouth while grinding on your dick.” His moan fills my ears and the sound of his fist moving is clear as a bell. When I press my bullet harder against my clit, I let out a moan of my own.
“Fuck yes, Kami. Keep talking.”
I really wish he would take over for a bit.
“I would sink myself onto your dick and slowly move until you would beg me to go faster.”
He grunts and I let out another moan, finally getting somewhere.
“Kami, I’m getting close already, fuck me, baby. Are you close?”
I’m not at all . It’s only been four minutes, and he never once took over. I can’t believe I’m about to fake an orgasm for the first time over the phone.
How sad is that?
“Yes, I’m so close, and I’m riding you so hard. Come for me, Mike.” I try rubbing my clit faster to get myself off, but it’s too late. Mike’s grunting and cursing as he finishes.
“Fuck yeah. Did you finish Kami? I didn’t hear you?”
“Oh yeah, I finished. Just had to be quiet because my roommate is asleep.”
What a sad thing to lie about.
“Okay. Thank you for the orgasm, I’ll let you get ready for bed, talk soon.”
“Bye, Mike.” I hang up the phone and stuff my face into the pillow, letting out a loud grunt. Now, I don’t even feel like finishing myself off.