Before too long I hear a quiet knock at the door. Oh god, oh god, oh god!
I look back at John in horror. He’s still inside of me for Christ’s sake!
“Ana, your dad asked me to…”
Dan opens the door.
Frozen like deer facing an oncoming Dodge Caravan, John and I move not an inch. I’m completely bent over, clutching the desk, skirt hitched up to my waist, be-heeled feet spread wide, and John is holding my hips so tightly his knuckles are surely white.
Dan blushes a horrendous shade of violet and slams the door shut as she quickly exits the room.
“Sorry! Oh my god sorry!!” she shouts from outside the door.
It takes me a moment to regain control of my brain. John gently extricates himself from me. He tosses the condom and zips his fly before smoothing my skirt down and helping me to st
