48- Beloved

Vici Baum used to say that a woman who is loved always succeeds. The next day I woke up feeling successful, overflowing with joy. I could succeed, go to Brown and become a great businesswoman, or I could go to Juliard School and become a dancer, and James would always love me. That morning everything seemed beautiful, even the fact that it was raining and I had to wear dress boots to avoid getting mom's car dirty, whom she allowed me to drive. My long blonde hair was perfectly styled in soft waves that fell down my back, I wore a yellow croptop that framed my beautiful body, and even though I wore a jacket to keep warm, my breasts looked sensual and firm beneath my croptop. My full red lips and my eyes lined to enhance my deep gaze. I was excited because the first class that morning was Classical Literature with James, my boyfriend and my best friend's father.

As I got out of the car, my heart was beating fast, but I had to act calm and composed. No one can know about James and me, we have to keep it a secret. The only person I truly worry about is Jess, I never hide anything from her, and I don't know if I can. Lying to Jess, my best friend, makes me feel very guilty.

When I entered the literature class, I saw all my classmates sitting in front of the teacher's desk. I took my regular seat, first row in the class. Shortly after, James entered and I looked at him in awe. His way of walking was masculine and his presence inspired respect and admiration. Some of my classmates sighed as they saw him enter the class, as he always captured the attention of all his students.

I wish I could tell everyone that we're dating, that he is mine, that we're together. But I know I have to be patient, I mustn't hurt my mother's feelings, nor Jess'. James placed his things on the desk, turned on his laptop, and began the class.

"Good morning, dear students. Today we will focus on the totem of the horse as the power animal. That's why I will refer to several passages in literature where the idea of the horse has been exalted."

He began by asking, "Has any of you ridden a horse?" James' blue eyes landed directly on me, and I couldn't help but blush and feel my heart race passionately.

Ashlee, a blonde with a friendly smile, raised her hand.

"I used to ride horses when I went to California, my parents have a ranch. I love horses, especially the feeling you get being surrounded by them."

"Correct, Ashlee. You highlighted a very important point, which is that horses evoke a very particular sensation. What do you feel when you ride a horse?"

"Freedom, security, and even if there's fear or danger, I feel a lot of fulfillment. In a way, I feel in control of my life."

"Control," said James. He then took a pen and wrote the word "control" on the board.

He then wrote the word "freedom" and finally the word "security."

"Can anyone else contribute with a sensation that horses transmit to them?"

At that moment, Mía, the most popular girl in class, raised her hand.

"Mía?"

"They also inspire beauty because freedom itself is beautiful. And undoubtedly, when you see a horse, its size, its physique, you can't help but admire them for their beauty."

"That's correct, Mía, but let me ask you: Is it the freedom that inspires beauty in them?"

"No, it's the fact that they exist, the animal itself is beautiful and is a creation of nature."

"When you talk about the creation of nature, you touch on a topic that could fall into philanthropy. Everything deserves to be loved and admired for its sense of existence, right?"

"Yes, that's correct."

"It's definitely a very spiritual vision, but that's what I think."

"Okay, Mía, thank you for sharing your opinion. Does anyone else want to share what horses inspire in them?" James looked at me again, and this time a warmth in my stomach rose to my cheeks, making me blush. I just smiled and looked at him mischievously.

After class, as all the students left the classroom, Peter asked me, "See you in Physics?"

"Yes, I'll be there soon," I said. Peter nodded, leaving me alone with James. He closed the classroom door and walked towards me.

"Surprised?" he whispered, taking me by the waist.

"Horses, huh? I thought you would choose a more philanthropic topic."

"I finally get to hear your voice, it's so sweet. You tortured me the whole class by remaining silent."

"I didn't want to raise suspicions, interact with you in public, and hide what I feel is quite a challenge."

"I don't want you to hide, I want you to be yourself," James told me.

At that moment, I leaned towards him, standing on my tiptoes, and kissed him deeply.

"You know, I love having you close to me. Your lips are so sweet," he confessed.

"I love it too," I nodded, kissing him and brushing our noses together. At that moment, someone passed in front of the classroom, and the door reflected the shadow of the person walking down the hallway. I instinctively pulled away from James.

"I have to go to my next class," I said instinctively.

When I met Jessica in the next class, she saved me a seat next to her in the physics lab.

"Hi Jess," I greeted my friend with a kiss on the cheek.

"God, thank God you're here. My mental health is hanging by a thread, and I need to talk to you," she said with an exasperated tone. She looked at me with her deep blue eyes, so similar to her father's, and this morning Jessica radiated splendor.

"You look like you've been fucked all night… or morning," I added. Jessica chuckled, and I laughed along with her. Suddenly, the joy was so contagious that we both burst into loud laughter. Some of our classmates, including Mía and Peter, turned to look at us.

"Yes, we fucked, and it was amazing. We used up a box of condoms last night, and this morning we fucked again, but without condoms. God, I feel like I love his penis."

"Wait, did you say you didn't use a condom this morning?"

"No, but Cameron says he has perfect control over when to finish and assures me he didn't finish inside me. He wiped his cum, he finished on my stomach."

"Oh my God, what a wonderful feeling it was to be with him," Jessica said, her voice delirious in ecstasy.

"Jess, I'm worried that you didn't use protection this morning. I asked you to take care," I tell her seriously.

"And we did, but this morning we didn't have any condoms, and we weren't going to go to the pharmacy just for a quickie before coming to class."

"Okay, I'll calm down," I assure her.

"Anyway, you can start thinking about baby names. You would be the godmother. Aunt Vicki," she sweetly says.

"It's not funny," I say, rolling my eyes. In fact, I would be Jessica's grandmother, James' stepmother if everything goes well. I bite my lips and can't help but smile, the idea of being Jessica's family makes me very happy.

At that moment, the physics teacher enters, and we start taking notes.