Teacher's Pet

by Madison Skye

  Finally, the week before Thanksgiving, as a cold snap moved through and froze the water pipes in my dorm, something in me broke. I was sick and tired of moping around. It was time to either snag the man I’d been dreaming about, or get the fuck over him.

  I had to know why he’d gone awol.

  There was only one way to find out his side of the story. I was going to have to pay him a little visit.

  Daimon

  It was another miserable evening alone. The wind was howling outside, bringing in a bitter cold snap that was set to last at least a week. Thanksgiving was right around the corner, and not a single family member had called me up and invited me to the meal. Normally, I would’ve shown up anyway, eaten good food and made stilted attempts at conversation.

  That year, I’d decided to stay home. I’d let myself go and knew it. I didn’t need the questions from family members, the whispers and stares they’d share the second I turned my back. The whole situation with Everly had me so down in the dumps, I hardly knew how to live anymore. My beard had grown scraggly and my hair was past due for a haircut. I wasn’t dirty or anything like that. I still showered everyday, made sure to keep my teeth clean, went to the gym on autopilot it was so ingrained in me.

  Other than that, I didn’t really care anymore. I went days at a time without seeing a soul. Who cared, really, how much hair was on my body? Who cared if I wore old, faded jeans and band tees from my younger days instead of my pressed dress pants and button up shirts? The only person who I cared about was gone from my life, popped out of existence like a balloon, her absence permanent and hollow.

  So when there was a soft but insistent tapping at my door, I almost didn’t know what to do. My first emotion was confusion. Who the hell could be at my door, this late at night, with a huge snowstorm rolling in? Most of my family didn’t even know where I lived, and I didn’t have many friends to speak of. In my mind, there was no one in the world who would be at my door in those circumstances.

  I almost ignored it. The knock had been quiet and timid, like the person at the door wasn’t sure they should be there either. But then the tapping had started up again, insistent. Feeling wary, I’d crept across the living room, running my fingers through my hair and beard to tame them. Whoever was at the door, I didn’t want them to scream in fright, thinking that I was a rogue grizzly bear posing as a man.

  The door swung open. Icy cold tendrils of air wafted into my condo and shocked me into awareness. Standing on the steps, shivering, cheeks pink and bitten raw by the wind, was Everly. She looked just as beautiful as I remembered, pale and small. Her usual confidence had drained away and she stood, hunched, like she was trying to make herself invisible. Her arms were wrapped around her tiny body, and I could tell she wasn’t wearing any gloves.

  Her lips were tinged blue and silent tears trickled from the corner of each eye before freezing to her skin. The tips of her ears were an alarming shade of red, and her entire body shook with the cold of the night. Her coat was threadbare and had little holes in it, like she’d bought it from a thrift store more for the look than the functionality of it.

  Instinct kicked in. I needed to get her inside, before she froze to death on my tiny front porch. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her inside. Her eyes were wide with surprise, but when she tried to talk her teeth chattered violently.

  “Shh,” I soothed. “Don’t worry about saying a thing. First thing’s first - we need to get you nice and warm.”

  She followed me into the kitchen, stumbling. My chest ached, seeing her like that. She seemed weak and helpless. I wanted to wrap her up in a warm cuddly blanket and take care of her for the rest of my life. I wanted to be her lover, her provider, her friend. It was difficult to keep my mouth shut, to keep the torrent of emotions from bursting out of me, but I forced myself to concentrate on the task at hand.

  “Here you go, little lady, “ I said, picking her up by the waist and depositing her on the kitchen counter. “Stay put for a moment, and I’ll get you a nice cup of cocoa, with the little marshmellows in it. You want white chocolate or peppermint flavor?”

  Minutes later her red fingers were wrapped around a steaming mug of peppermint cocoa. Her body had begun to thaw and the chatter had left her teeth. She seemed less hunched and stiff and she only shivered every now and then. She sipped her drink slowly, closing her eyes each time she took a sip, like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Still, every time she looked at me it was with a look of wariness.

  Just when I thought the ice between us was thawing, she burst into tears. Great sobs tore through her body and the cocoa was placed aside, forgotten. The sound of her tears was like a knife being driven through my chest and twisted. I would have done anything to stop it.

  “Don’t cry baby girl. It’s all going to be ok. I’ve got you, and we’ll work through this all. Just - tell me what’s wrong. Why are you crying? I can’t help you if I don’t know.”

  “Isn’t it obvious?”

  “Isn’t what obvious?”

  “The reason I’m here. The reason I’m crying like a fool. You abandoned me! You had your way with me and then refused to even see me again. And here’s the real kicker: I have feelings for you. I keep trying not to, but I can’t change the way I feel. I spend every damn day thinking about you, wishing that for even a moment you’d speak to me. I know I need to get over you, but I’m not coping so well.”

  Silence. I could have kicked myself. All this time, I was hiding from the one woman who wanted me. I was acting like a child, refusing to face my feelings. I wouldn’t voice them aloud, even to myself. But here she was, a mere babe of a girl, able to brave the cold and her anguish to tell me how she felt. She had more courage than I ever had.

  She still does, to this day.

  How cowardly was I? Cowardly enough to battle with her words in my head. I wanted to deny my feelings for her, brush them off, tell her that what she felt for me would pass. That it was a schoolgirl crush. I was so comfortable in my denial of reality, I almost sacrificed my and her happiness to keep the status quo. But seeing her big brown eyes, full of tears and her lower lip pouting and quivering, something broke in me. There was no more hiding my feelings. I didn’t know how it happened, but I’d fallen in love with her. However hard I tried to push her away, my heart would draw her back to me.

  “You don’t need to get over me,” I said. I took her in my arms, pulling her close. She smelled like cold and snow and winter and sweet sugar, all wrapped into one. Her hair was soft and cool against my palm, her chin hard but reassuring on my shoulder. I could feel the soft hush of her breath, tickling against my neck. Her body was stiff and alert, but I knew everything would turn out just fine.

  “Why not? I can’t spend my whole life wanting something I can’t have.”

  “No. I don’t expect you to. See, Everly, you’re not the only one who feels like that. I need you in my life. I quit teaching your class because I knew it’d interfere with my job. I knew that I was falling for you, and I felt it was wrong. We’re twenty years apart - I could be your dad.

  I wanted to stop the feelings from growing stronger, so I hid myself away. Every day, I fight and grapple with the love I feel for you. It’s been eating me alive, but I’ve been too stubborn to say anything to you. I didn’t want to ruin your life. I thought you’d be over me, more in control. But when you showed up at my door, the first thing I wanted to do was profess my love for you, take you in my home and kiss you until the world finally felt right again. I love you Everly.”

  “I love you too Daimon.”

  We stood like that for a long time. The silence of the snow falling outside insulated us in our bubble of love and protection. Holding her in my arms, I knew I’d never let her go again. Our relationship may not have been conventional, or even accepted by society, but none of that mattered to me. All I needed to get by was the love of this woman and the knowledge that she’d forever be mine.

  Everly

  That nigh
t couldn’t have been more perfect if we’d planned it. We stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for a long time. Our heartbeats synchronized and we let the quiet settle around us. For a long time we were calm, needing nothing more than to hold each other and know that we were there. But after awhile, desire began to stir within me. Having him so close made me feel tingly down below, made my pupils dilate and my pulse quicken.

  “I need you,” I whispered. “Now.”

  He kissed me. His lips were warm, soft and gentle. He kept his arms wrapped around me and held me close while our tongues mingled. He tasted good, like warm cocoa and steamed milk. Being this close to him, feeling his hands as they began to gently work their way down my body, was a heady sensation. My heart was pounding fast, but there was no urgency. I knew I’d get what I needed from him. No need to bite and rip off clothes and spank and curse. This time would be different.

  “I love you,” he panted as my shirt hit the kitchen floor. My bra followed, my ample breasts bouncing free and into his waiting palms. He looked at me with such adoration, I felt like a queen. All sense of cold was gone from my body. Under his gaze I felt heated through and toasty all over.

  “God, your body is so beautiful. I could look at you for hours and never get bored.”

  I blushed.

  “I’d rather have you touch me for hours. Your hands feel so good touching my body. You’re so gentle and attentive, like you want to know everything about me.”

  “I do want to know everything. I want to know what makes you tick. I want to know where to touch you to make you squirm and what to do to make you beg for me inside you. I want to give you the best love making you’ve ever had, and I’m going to learn. I’ve got all the time in the world.”

  He kissed me again, his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me close. My nipples brushed against the fabric of his shirt, stiff and straining. I didn’t want to feel cotton against me. I wanted to feel the supple softness of his skin and the rippling movements of his muscles.

  “Get this off,” I grunted, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

  “Yes ma’am,” he said. The sound made me shiver internally. My panties grew wet and slick. My arousal was really flooding me now, kicking my hormones into gear.

  His chest felt divine against mine. I let myself run my fingers along his pecs, tugging lightly at his smattering of chest hair. He had well-defined shoulder and arm muscles and his abs looked good enough to lick.

  Everything about the man in front of me was perfect. I stood there, drinking it all in. I felt like I’d gotten lucky and won the boyfriend jackpot when it came to Daimon. Not only was he smart, successful and kind, but incredibly good looking as well.

  I’d caught myself a real hunk.

  He kissed me, again and again. His lips found my earlobe and his tongue flicked at the sensitive skin. He kissed down my neck, lightly grazing his teeth down the exposed skin. I gasped and moaned and arched my back against him. I was still sitting on his kitchen counter and felt grateful for the sturdy surface to keep me steady. Without it, I might have grown weak and fallen when he cupped my breasts in the generous palms of his hands and began circling my nipples with his thumbs.

  He tweaked and pulled on them, rolled them back and forth between his fingers. It felt so good, the way he took his time ministering to the needs of my body. He licked and suckled at each nipple in turn, making me gasp and moan. I tugged his hair hard, running my fingers through his thick and shaggy locks.

  “Oh my God, that feels so good.”

  “I know baby girl. They taste so good too. I love hearing how much you’re enjoying yourself. It makes my cock so fucking hard to hear you moan like that.”

  Hearing him talk that way turned me on so incredibly much, I had to force myself not to rip the rest of our clothes off then and there. A thrumming need was building inside me, one hard to ignore, but I knew I didn’t want to rush our second time. Our first time had been rushed and devoid of anything but hot, pulsing lust. I wanted our second time to be something more. Passionate yes, but with more substance to it as well.

  “Let me see,” I panted.

  “What is it you want to see, pretty girl? Hmm?”

  There was that glint of mischief in his eyes I was learning to love so well. He knew exactly what I wanted, but he wasn’t going to rest until he’d heard it straight from my mouth.

  “Your cock. I want to see how hard you are and taste you. I want to feel you throb in my mouth before you slide inside of me and make me feel so damn full I want to burst.”

  “Fuck,” he groaned, hands already on his belt buckle. “You sure do know how to drive a man crazy with nothing more than words, don’t you? Hearing you talk dirty like that makes me want to slam into you in a single stroke, just to hear that little scream of surprise.”

  I helped him with his buckle, our lips meeting in a fiery inferno of sparks and passion. His pants slid to the floor with a thunk and the meaty flesh of his cock was warm in my hands. I loved the feel of him, his veins and girth tactile and enticing. It didn’t take any couching on his part and I’d slid off the counter to the cold tiled floor in front of him.

  The head of his cock was huge and made my lips bulge. He tasted slightly salty and like the earth, and the feel of him threading fingers through my hair spurred me on. Despite his massive size, I tried my best to cram as much of him inside my hot mouth as I could, almost disappointed when I wasn’t able to force all of it inside me. I bobbed my head up and down his member and ran my hands along the tight cheeks of his ass.

  Every groan and grunt from his mouth was like a praise song to me.

  “Everly,” he gasped. I didn’t stop. Instead, I ran my tongue in circles around his throbbing, almost purple cock head. “Please Everly, you need to stop or I’m going to blow in your mouth. I want to slide into that sweet pussy of yours. Now.”

  I stopped, just as his body started to grow stiff. His sigh of relief made me giggle. I loved this man, loved teasing him and making him feel like he was on top of the world. He helped me up and before I could so much as kiss him he’d lifted me back onto the counter and pressed the head of his cock right against the entrance to my pussy. Time slowed. The anticipation was almost unbearable. He just stared at me before leaning in for the deepest, most sensual kiss I’d ever experienced in my life.

  “You,” he said, sliding a quarter of an inch inside of me.

  “Are,” a little further inside.

  “So,” he grunted, now about half of his bulbous head stretching the tight entrance of my cavern.

  “Fucking beautiful.”

  He slid inside me in one smooth motion. I went from feeling stretched to feeling incredibly full. Sweat dripped down my back and I could feel my body already gearing up for an intense orgasm. He had that effect on me; the ability to make me come like no other man had ever before, and fast as hell too. Sometimes, I thought he could have gotten me off with nothing more than his dirty words.

  “You like my cock inside you?”

  I nodded, too lost in the sensations to speak.

  “Like being so full? Like knowing that you’re mine? Yeah, this pussy and this body and this mind are mine. No other man can ever have you. I’ll love you and treat you like a princess all the days of your life. Just love me in return.”

  He fucked me with long, slow strokes, his pleasure slowly building to a roaring crescendo. We came in unison, two bodies coming together as one panting, heaving mess, collapsing together when we were spent. All that night we lay in bed, tangled together. I didn’t want to lose the feel of his skin on mine, even for a second.

  I didn’t know the specifics of us yet. All I knew was that he was mine and I was his. Whatever obstacles life threw our way, we’d be able to get through them.

  Together.

  And that’s all that really mattered.

  Daimon - 1 Year Later

  Fall has come early this year. The leaves have all turned from a deep green to crisp shades of red, orange and go
ld. There is a cool breeze in the air that brushes against the back of my neck. The shivers it gives me make me smile, bringing back memories from last winter, when darkness ruled the world and love came into my life.

  In the grand scheme of things, a year isn’t a long length of time. Our relationship is still quite new, full of passion and drive and an endless energy to it. I thought I’d have trouble keeping up with Everly, but being with her has made me see the world in an entirely new way. Being her lover has made me feel young all over again.

  Every morning I wake up with purpose and vigor, knowing that whatever choices I make, I’ll have her there by my side. Whether it be a small choice, like the Saturday morning hike we’re taking deep in the forested mountains a half an hours drive from the college, or a bigger decision, like picking up and starting over at my age. With Everly, my feelings of hopelessness are gone. I know I can do anything I put my mind to, even if it seems uncomfortable at first.

  I’ve known for a long time that being a teacher isn’t the right job for me, but I’ve felt stuck in my position. The pay has always been enough for me to get by on, and I’m the kind of person who gets complacent when doing the same thing on repeat. Making the decision to switch careers wasn’t easy, but with the most beautiful woman on the planet by my side, things have gone better than I ever could have hoped.

  I’m going back to school to be a biologist. I’ve always loved science, how each question we ask can answer other questions but also raise more in its path. The fact that we’ll never know anything and there’ll always be more to discover really grinds my gears. Each class I take is like a reward, and I can’t wait to enter the field and finally start doing something that actually speaks to me.

  I’ve been all about following my heart and what it’s telling me lately. This hike, this relationship. Everything.

  We’re on a cliff together now, unpacking a picnic lunch. My mind keeps wandering, but that’s ok. We know each other well enough now, we don’t scramble to fill the silences. We can be together and just be ourselves.