ays, “Don’t forget the

ecause now all I can think about is

he Rocket Cocks website. My roommate spends most of her time with her boy

I’m not exactly sure what to call him—looks a lot like a younger version of Mr. Johnson. Same broad

e to come to a conclusion on whether or not this is my teacher. I want to see more, so I purchase the entire vide

nching. She looks almost . . . bored? Her eyes are lazy, and she keeps glancing off to the side as if being instructed on what to do. Her mechanical movements and the unnatural, almos

dirty-talk are over the top, and so obviously fake I’m embarrassed for them both. Though she has a great body, it’s doing nothing for me. The male doesn’t look like he’s enjoying it much himself, just going through

When the look-alike actor gazes directly at the camera, it’s as if he’s looking right at me, teasing me. I rub faster, desk and computer shaking, until I’m covered in goosebum

Mr. Johnson’s class. I stare at it a moment, contemplating. Then I look at my sticky hand. Should I? It only takes a second for me to decide that, yes, I should. I grab it, wipe my juices on it

e soundtrack of my workday. You’d think all that sound would be distracting, but I actually find that it gets me in the mood to work. I have my routin

nee, a yellow polo, and white shoes that look like Keds, but probably cost ten times more. It’s an ensemble I’d imagine someone wearing on a yacht, excep

ever been clogged with the sweat of hard labor, rubber soles that have never touched the ground because why do anything on your own when you can walk across the bac

ing far too close to my personal space than I’m comfortable with. Since she won’t mo

’t normal, but he doesn’t say anything, just wand

the video again

my burner, trying to act all casual, like it’s no b

r blonde hair is perfectly curled, clothes pressed. Reminds me of what people in the eighties expected pretty to be. I’m so tempted to dump my bea

llow him with my eyes to make sure he does

d saying about ears burning, or whatever. He continues to glance our way and I keep averting my

names in the credits; I didn’t see h

scoffs at me. “Have you ever watched a por

t’s difficult to buy or search for things on the internet you don’t want others to know about. I guess I should’ve known the actors weren’t using their real names

ng everything I can to convince myself and them tha

over and spills water on my assignments, I’ll break the damn thing over her head. I almost w

ense that it was made ten years ago compared to some of the other movies that were on the website. I can’t get too down on

different facial expressions. He has the best smile. Genuine. The kind that makes wrinkles in the corners of his