4. Thomas

I throw my phone on the couch. I know I did the right thing in saying no, but I still worry about what this girl might be planning to do now.

I need to stop worrying about my students and their private lives.

I always advise them when I can, which is why they get along so well with me.

Sometime later and I decide to let it go. I won't be able to do much from far away and not knowing girl.

After spending half the day on this couch, I call Melinda.

She is probably no longer at work.

Maybe it's my mistake.

I've done the math wrong because she doesn't answer. And I try a lot, without success.

...

The evening is when I would stay home going over my lesson plans or correcting some exercises.

Today I don't have that to do, so after having some soup I prepared myself, I go straight to bed.

Maybe I should call Ryan so we can go out some nights.

My young brother is always asking me to.

I resolve to make that call tomorrow.

I lie on my bed and turn on the TV to watch National Geographic.

There is always a documentary to watch on this channel.

Now I'm watching one about animal life, I wish I more focused on the content on TV, but my thoughts keep back to that lecture at that school days ago.

I don't know why that is happening now, but it reminds me of that girl I talked to this morning.

And it all reminds me of that picture, the one that I have not yet deleted from my cell phone and that I keep thinking about even though I don't want to, it makes me very horny.

I pick up my phone and decide to call Melinda.

Maybe we can make a video call so I can figure this out and see her because I miss her in so many ways.

She used to enjoy doing this, so I am sure she will.

I give up after several attempts.

The problem is that my cock it's already hard, even more so now that it had hoped we would talk and see Melinda *****.

Is it not going to happen today?

My horny betrays me for a few seconds.

My eyes go to the pic that turns me on even more.

I wipe my hand across my face and throw my phone on the bed. I try to concentrate again on the TV in front of me, but I am still so hard that it bothers me.

I run my hand under my shorts to see if it will subside and leave me alone, but it gets even more lit up and wants me to continue to touch it.

I don't want to do this thinking about that girl.

It would be a mistake.

I should do this thinking about my fiancée, who doesn't happen to have time to talk to me.

"**** it!"

My hands are already going down into my shorts.

I'm not wearing any panties.

My cock is free to be touched even more precisely.

I even close my eyes at how good this feels.

I still try to think of Melinda and her body, but the images of that girl in the picture invade my mind.

It's torture.

I remove my hand from there, and even though I am gasping, I still try to look at the TV.