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Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blackmail, Blowjob, Cheating, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Reluctance, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: BashfulScribe, Rating: 90.8, Source: sexstories.com

Salvador leaned back in his chair, his expression never changing from his attentive glance. "Is that the whole story?" He asked me. I nodded. "That's all I'm going to say, at least." I added with a weak chuckle. "So what do you think?" "What do I think?" He repeated, looking at me quizzically. He shrugged. "It's not something I would have done, but I'm also not you." He shifted in his seat, thinking to himself. "Although, you never quite told me anything important." "I never told you anything important? I told you something that could get me expelled!" I said in a slightly panicked tone. He chuckled softly. "But not once did you tell me how you felt about Megan. You told me what happened, but not how it affects you. Your story hinges on how you feel after. If you're suddenly happy with Megan, or if you're miserable with Megan, those are two completely different stories." I took in what he said and shrugged. "I dunno. I guess I don't really know how to feel about it. It's all happening really fast, and I don't even know if I am to blame, if I was an asshole like Nicole said, or if I should feel like it was all a bunch of bad luck." Salvador leaned back in his chair and smiled slightly. "You guess you don't know how to feel about it..." He repeated slowly, savoring each word. He didn't say anything more, just rotated back and forth in his rotating chair. In the silence, I started thinking about the words myself, finally linking them back to the weights room and what Nicole ... said. Look, I don't know my own feelings right now, okay? "It's normal to not know your own feelings during a new experience for a teen, isn't it?" I asked him, his point dawning on me. "For a human." He corrected me with a smile. "You're not an asshole, Adam. You've made some bad decisions, though. Casual sex is the worst one you can make." "Why? I asked him. He ignored me. "In time, you'll know how to feel about it. But don't ignore how you feel. that is crucial." He paused, until it became evident that he had nothing left to say. "Did you need to say anything else?" "Well..." I said, exasperated. "You didn't tell me what to do, or anything..." "I can't tell you what to do." He said simply. He paused again, before realizing I wouldn't respond. "Will you be alright?" I sighed. "Yeah." I admitted. "I will." "Good." He said simply, getting up and walking up to one of his shelves, putting away some paperwork. "Are we done here or is there anything else?" "Nah, I'm good to go." I answered. "Bye, Mr. Salvador." Without holding my breath for him to say goodbye back, I left Mr. Salvador's office, not feeling as free as I thought I would, but still feeling strangely satisfied. As I walked down the hallway, something caught my gaze. In the trashcan sat something odd-shaped and green, poking out of the can as if to say hello. It was Paul's mask. I walked up to the can and picked up the mask. It was of a distorted face, and kind of reminded me of an owl. It had a very straight, vertically ...