Gamingmas plus the doctor who takeover on BBC America was so great but now they're over and I'm sad

TRIGGER WARNING

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I sat at the table at Lindsey's house while she taught me math. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as she tried to explain it to me.

"So division is really easy, actually," she said. "Just think of it like this, Gee, imagine if you had ten cookies."

She opened up a package of cookies, putting ten on the table. My eyes widened happily as I reached for them.

"No," Lindsey denied.

I whimpered, pulling my hand away and looking down sadly.

"So you have ten cookies and we have to divide them between two people, you and I," Lindsey said. "How can we split them evenly so we get the same number of cookies?"

"Five and five!" I cheered.

"Good job," she said. "Now, imagine we had three people instead. You, me and...um--"

"Frankie!" I exclaimed.

"Okay, Frankie," she said. "How would you divide the ten cookies for the three of us?"

I pushed cookie towards Lindsey, then one to me, then one to an empty space for Frank. I did this until we each had three and there was one left, which made me panic.

"I-I don't know what to do," I said.

"This is a fraction, when you've got a number leftover that can't be split evenly," she explained.

I pouted as she broke the cookie. It went into three pieces and she put them into the piles.

"Now, how many cookies do you have?" Lindsey asked.

"Um, three and a part," I said.

"This is called a third, because it's a third of a whole cookie," she said. "If you had split it into four, what would it be?"

"A fird?" I guessed.

She laughed. "No, Gee, it's a fourth, not a fird. Half is two, third is three, fourth is four, fifth is five."

I blinked a couple times, trying to remember all that.

"So you have..." she trailed off, waiting for me to answer.

"Three and a third," I said.

"Good job, Gee," she said, patting my back.

I smiled, looking at the cookies.

"Can I eat them now?" I asked.

She nodded and I giggled, scooping up a bunch into my hand. I ate happily as she smiled.

"You're very pretty, Gee," she said, brushing my red hair off of my face.

I smiled, taking a big bite of the chocolate cookie.

"I like this cookie," I said. "It's yummy."

"Yeah?" She asked, resting a hand on my knee.

I giggled and nodded quickly.

"Not even my Mama made cookies good like this," I said.

"Well, I'm glad you like them," she said.

"I like cookies a lot," I said. "They're my favorite."

"Good to know," she said, moving her hand up my thigh a little.

I chewed happily, finishing one and starting on the second cookie. I smiled, looking at her as she smiled back. She was leaning close, kind and warming. She was really nice, I liked her alot. I've been getting tutored by her for a week now and she was always so nice to me.

I froze, looking down when her hand moved up onto my princess parts.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said quietly.

She started rubbing me slowly and i whimpered, feeling the tingling start. Lindsey got on her knees in front of me and I frowned in confusion.

"What's you doing down there for?" I asked.

She smiled sweetly, pushing my skirt up. She kissed my inner thigh gently and I whimpered.

"F-Frankie says that kisses are for him and I only," I said nervously.

"You said 'him and I'," she remarked. "Good, that's smart. You're so good."

She kissed my inner thigh again.

"I-I don't want Frankie to be mad," I said.

"He won't," she promised. "It's not a real kiss unless it's on your lips."

"Really?" I asked.

She nodded, her hand going up to cup the bulge in my panties. I whimpered at how good it felt. But it also didn't feel right, not with Lindsey. She pulled my panties down and I looked at her. Her mouth was on me and I whimpered as she took me into her mouth. I moaned, my head falling back as I dropped my cookie.

"Ah, oh my gosh," I moaned. "F-feels good."

She looked up at me, moving her head up and down. I whined loudly, her tongue digging into my spit.

"It's so good," I mumbled, closing my eyes.

I could feel the aching building up, just like how Frankie always made me feel. My hips rocked up involuntarily. Lindsey moaned, the vibrations shooting through me. I cried out in pleasure, my hands gripping onto the armrest. The pleasure was building up, the hot twisting pressure in the pit of my stomach. I moaned, feeling the hot pleasure wash over me. Lindsey swallowed, leaning back and smiling as she wiped her mouth.

"You're so good," she said.

She tucked me back into my panties, pulling my skirt back down. I burst into tears and she frowned.

"What is it?" She asked. "What's wrong?"

She stroked my cheek gently, wiping away my tears.

"This doesn't feel right," I cried.

"But it felt good, didn't it?" Lindsey asked.

I nodded, wiping my eyes.

"Then I don't see the problem," she said.

"I-I want Frankie," I whimpered.

"Do you want a cookie?" She asked, holding one out to me.

I sniffled and nodded. I took bites as I tried to stop crying.

"Good boy," she mumbled.

She was still on her knees in front of me, giving a small smile.

"B-but what if Frankie gets mad at me?" I asked.

"He won't, just don't tell him about it," she said.

"Y-you want me to lie?" I asked. "Lying is bad, I can't lie."

"It's not lying, it's just not saying anything," Lindsey said.

"B-but it still didn't feel right," I said.

"But it was good," she stated. "It's not like we broke any rules or anything. I didn't kiss you so it's fine."

I nodded my head, taking another bite. But I still had a bad feeling about it in the pit of my stomach. I started crying again and she sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"I-I wanna go home," I cried.

"But you still have another half an hour here," she said.

I cried, shaking my head.

"C'mon, you've been so good today, how about you go watch some tv?" She suggested.

I nodded softly as she helped me up and to the couch. I sniffled, as she turned it on to some cartoons.

"Wh-where's Dee?" I asked.

"I'll get her," she said.

Lindsey left, coming back with Dee. She handed her to me and I hugged my stuffie tight. We sat together until the time was up. I stood, grabbing my things quickly and going to the door. She grabbed my arm and I whimpered.

"You don't tell anyone about this, understand?" Lindsey asked in a stern voice. "Frank would be mad at you if he found out, he wouldn't talk to you ever again."

I whimpered and nodded. She smiled, handing me a cookie. I walked out the front door, throwing the cookie into a bush. Frank pulled up just then in his truck. I got into the car and he smiled, leaning over to give me a kiss.

"Hey, baby, how was it?" He asked as he pulled out.

He won't talk to you again if you tell him.

"W-we learned about division," I said softly.

Frank looked over at me as he stopped at a stop sign.

"What's wrong?" He asked, holding my hand.

I can't tell him.

"M-my tummy hurts," I lied.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry," he said. "We can go home and just have some tea and we can watch Hello Kitty."

I smiled and nodded, starting to forget about Lindsey. Frank made me so happy.

"Good," he said, running a hand through my hair. "Hey, where's Dee at, babydoll?"

I gasped, looking into my backpack. Tears filled my eyes as I looked around but couldn't find her anywhere.

"I-I left her at Lindsey's," I whimpered.

"Okay, we'll just turn around and go grab her," he said.

He did a u-turn, going back to Lindsey's house. Frank parked and I whimpered.

"C-can you go with me?" I asked.

He nodded and we got out, going to the front door. Frank knocked and Lindsey opened it and smiled. I held tight onto frank's hand, stepping behind him slightly. Frank looked at me to say something but I just looked down.

"He forgot Dee here," he said for me.

She smiled, leaving for a moment and coming back. I took Dee from her and sniffled quietly.

"Do you want a cookie, Gee?" Lindsey asked.

I shook my head and looked down.

"But you love cookies," Frank said, squeezing my hand.

"Don't want it," I mumbled.

Frank raised his eyebrows and I looked away.

"His stomach isn't feeling very well," he said.

"Okay, Gee, I'll see you tomorrow," Lindsey said.

I hugged Dee, looking down.

"What do you say, baby?" Frank asked.

"Bye bye, Lindsey," I mumbled.

He patted my back and we walked away. I got back into the car and he frowned.

"Is your stomach bothering you that bad?" He asked.

"Tummy don't feel good," I pouted.

"C'mon, let's get you home, baby boy," he said.

I nodded, holding onto his hand. We got to Frank's house where his mom was already home. Frank went to the kitchen, making the tea for me. He poured it into a mug that had hearts in it. He got himself his own mug and we went upstairs. Frank left his door open and tucked me into the bed.

I felt so bad for lying to Frank. I don't wanna lie. Lying is bad, my Mama told me so. But I don't want him to hate me. He's gonna hate me if he finds out about Lindsey. She said he wouldn't ever talk to me again. I don't want that, I want my Frankie. If he knows then he'll hate me so much.