Educating Eve

by Anna Archer

  “Unintentionally.”

  “So speak out. Tell people the truth. Anyone who knows anything about sport will understand.”

  Manny sighed. “They won’t. It’s like that bloke outside the pub who wants to send a warning punch to a rival but ends up killing him when he falls and hits his head on the pavement. We don’t feel sorry for the puncher, we think: You shouldn’t have done it in the first place.”

  “Jane Jotta’s not dead. She’s already playing again.” Eve shrugged at Manny’s questioning eyes. “What? I saw it on the news.”

  “So you do have an opinion on all of this?”

  Eve settled into her seat. “We made the right choice tonight. Going inside would have been asking for trouble.”

  “Like I was asking for trouble with my tackle?”

  “No clue, I didn’t watch it.”

  “But you’ve seen it, so what do you think?”

  “Why do you suddenly care what I think?”

  “Because I suddenly care about you.”

  “More than the millions of people who want an explanation?”

  Manny nodded.

  Eve paused before speaking. “People make choices every single day of their lives. Some we’ll agree with, others we won’t. Some we’ll understand, others we won’t, but they’re their choices and as long as they can live with them, then that’s all that matters.” She passed the other glass of Champagne to Manny. “I’m going to have to live with the choices I’ve made this evening.”

  “And what if you can’t?”

  “Then I come out and apologise to whoever I’ve hurt.”

  “You think I should apologise to Jane Jotta?”

  “Or the people I’ve let down.”

  “You think I should apologise to the country?”

  “Only if you believe you’ve made a mistake.”

  “I made a choice.”

  “As have I.”

  Manny clinked their glasses together. “To bad bitches hiding from their choices.”

  “I have to hide, Manny, you don’t.”

  Manny gasped. “So you do think I should make a public statement?”

  “Have you literally said nothing since it happened?”

  “My management company tried to ease the furore on my behalf, as did the England team and United, but I was in hospital, remember?”

  “So you’ve never actually come out and said anything?”

  “The backlash was too huge. I’ve had so many offers for exclusive interviews, but when I thought I wouldn’t play at the top level again I didn’t think there was any point. Why bother trying to repair my image?”

  “Because it matters to you. Tonight has shown it matters to you.”

  “Exactly why we should go back in there, to show I’m not bothered.” Manny reached out for the intercom button.

  Eve lowered Manny’s hand. “You are bothered.”

  “Only because you think I’m a bad person. You think those outfits are funny. You said so when we first saw them.”

  “I said it was a harmless bit of fun. You were a story. Your tackle was a story. But I can almost guarantee they’ll be no Mannys next year.”

  “Unless news of us gets out and people come in pairs. Manzana Jones and her blood-sucking teacher.”

  “It’s not your blood I plan on sucking on this evening.”

  Manny squealed. “How can you get a banter point during a serious conversation like this?!”

  “Because I’m funny.”

  Manny stared at Eve. “Are you changing the subject? Have we spoken about me and my issues for long enough?”

  Eve shrugged. “You just have to deal with things in life. There’s no point in wallowing. You just have to pick yourself up and get on with it.”

  “That’s what I’ve been trying to do.”

  “I know, and I love that about you, and it’s understandable that tonight would knock you, but just let go of it now and forget about it.”

  “That’s easier said than done.”

  “It’s not.”

  “No disrespect, Eve, but you haven’t been through anything like this.”

  “No, I’ve been through worse.”

  Manny paused. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…” She groaned. “Oh no. I really am a self-obsessed thoughtless idiot, aren’t I?”

  Eve reached out for Manny’s knee. “Life can be tough on all of us, just keep ploughing forwards.”

  “Is that what you’ve been doing?”

  Eve nodded. “Until now.”

  “And now you want to plough something else?”

  “You’re not getting a banter point for that one.”

  “But I like being ploughed.”

  “I’m sure you do.”

  “You’re not a plougher?”

  Eve shook her head. “I think I’m more of a gentle grazer.”

  Manny wailed. “Fuck me, I’m picturing you gently grazing between my legs.”

  “Should we ask him to drive back to mine?”

  “Yes!” Manny stared at her teacher. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

  “For your ploughing? Not really, but I’m willing to give anything a go.”

  “Anything?”

  Eve laughed. “Let’s just see where the evening takes us, shall we?”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Back-heeling her apartment door closed, Eve wondered whether it was the copious amounts of Champagne that had contributed to her: just sod it and see attitude, or whether Manny had flicked some sort of switch in her that had been turned off all those years ago, bringing her back to life and turning her back on as such… quite literally, thought Eve as Manny pushed her backwards against the now closed door and tore off her face mask.

  “There you are,” said Manny, yanking off her own mask as she pushed their lips firmly together.

  “Here we are,” managed Eve, breathing in the heat of the deep kiss.

  “What now?” whispered Manny.

  “Now we have fun,” replied Eve, lifting her hands to the back of Manny’s neck and pulling her in close. “You’re beautiful, Manny, do you know that? Inside and out.”

  Manny broke the connection and laughed. “Now I know you’ve had too much to drink.”

  “I haven’t. I’ve thought it from the moment I met you. It’s beautiful that you know what you want.” She smiled. “And for the first time in a very long time I know what I want too.”

  Manny shook her head. “I think I might be changing my mind.”

  Eve dropped the contact. “What?! You’re joking! See! This always happens! And we haven’t even slept together yet!” She shoved past her student and made her way into the open-plan lounge, dropping heavily onto the sofa. “Oh my goodness, this is a new record for me. How embarrassing. It’s fine and I understand, but I think you should go.”

  “About school! Not you!” laughed Manny, dashing over and joining Eve on the soft cushions.

  Eve dared to reconnect with Manny’s eyes. “You want to go back to football?”

  “Maybe I want to prove all of those people wrong. The haters. The doctors. Everyone.”

  “Why now?”

  “I think I’ve been hiding, just like you.”

  “I’ve not been hiding, Manny, I’ve just had no reason to find myself.”

  “But now you do?”

  “Now I want to know why I’m so intrigued, why I’m so excited… why I’m so turned on.” She shrugged. “I usually hate people being in my space. I hate them wanting to get close to me. I hate them touching me. But with you I want it all.”

  Manny smiled. “You’re my reason too, Eve.”

  “Because I’m your teacher and you leaving school will make this easier?”

  “No, because you make me want to be a better person.”

  “Me wanting to sleep with my student makes you want to be a better person?” Eve laughed. “This is all shades of messed up.”

  “I want to be a better person for you.”

  Eve s
miled. “And I want to be me, for you.”

  “You should be you, for you,” said Manny, laughing. “Oh god, it’s like we’re the Chuckle Brothers: to me, to you, to me, to you.” She paused. “Shall we just shag all of this out and see how we feel afterwards?”

  “I’d like us to kiss for a bit first if that’s okay?” said Eve with a smile.

  “I agree,” nodded Manny, moving closer on the sofa as she lifted her fingers to Eve’s neck. “And maybe touch gently for a bit too?”

  Eve groaned as Manny’s fingers traced down her neck towards the strap on her dungarees. No amount of self-analysis or open discussion with Manny would explain why this felt so natural, or why she didn’t feel scared of what was to come. This was so outside her comfort zone, yet it felt the most comfortable thing she’d done in years. Her two other physical experiences having been in the dark and under the covers, and over pretty much as soon as they’d begun. But now, as Manny gently kissed her lips and stroked the skin just above her breastbone, Eve knew this experience would be everything she’d never dared dream of.

  Manny paused. “Wait, so you liked me because I walked away from it all and decided to set my own path back at school?”

  Eve gasped for breath and tried to focus. Manny had pulled away and was upright at the arm of the sofa. She blinked quickly allowing her eyes to adjust to the low lighting of the room. “I liked your determination to do things your way. Now come back here and do me your way.”

  Manny stayed where she was. “You’re saying as long as I change paths with instant decision, you’ll still see me as focused and headstrong?”

  Eve rubbed her own temples. “I guess I liked that you were going against the grain.”

  “And now?”

  “Well you’ll be doing it again, won’t you? Everyone thinks you’ve given up on the football dream so it’s like you’ve double bluffed them.”

  “Not intentionally. It’s just been a slow realisation for me and I think tonight was a bit of a louder wake up call.”

  “Would you like me to put the kettle on so we can talk things through with a nice cup of tea?”

  Manny surged forward from her position. “God no!”

  “You’re clearly not in the moment.”

  “I am. I’m just even more excited at what this might mean.” She lifted her hand to Eve’s neck. “Me and you, out in the open.”

  “That’s a long way off, Manny.”

  “But it’s an exciting thought. I’d be able to kiss you like this.” Manny gently pressed her lips to Eve’s neck. “And touch you like this.” She pushed her fingers into Eve’s hair, forcing her head backwards. “And straddle you like this.” She lifted herself onto Eve’s waist. “And undress you like this.” She returned to the dungaree straps and pulled down on the front pocket, exposing Eve’s t-shirt. “And take your top off like this.” She lifted the sides of the t-shirt, forcing Eve’s arms up so it slipped over her head. “Fuck me,” gasped Manny, staring down at Eve’s chest. “I can see your nipples through your sports bra.”

  “Sports bras,” whispered Eve, head back and eyes closed.

  Manny reached for the sides of the first one. “Well this one can definitely go then,” she said, repeating the action she’d just taken with the t-shirt.

  Eve shivered, Manny was gently tracing her thumbs over the outline of her nipples. “I like that,” she said with a groan.

  “Imagine them between my fingers,” whispered Manny, drawing her lips back to Eve’s neck and kissing gently up to her earlobes.

  Eve gasped. Manny’s touch was getting harder.

  “And imagine them in my mouth, between my teeth.”

  Eve gasped again as Manny squeezed the nipples through the fabric. “I’ve never felt so turned on,” she managed.

  “We haven’t even started yet,” whispered Manny, leaning back slightly on Eve’s knee. “Open your eyes.”

  Eve did as instructed.

  “Unzip my outfit.”

  Eve looked at the all-in-one killer clown jumpsuit. One tug on the zip and Manny’s top half would be exposed. Lifting her fingers to the cold metal she pulled, bringing Manny’s perfectly toned torso and black lace bra into view. Eve couldn’t help but stare. Manny’s nipples were also erect and visible through the lace. Pulling down on the arms of the suit, Eve reached around to the back of the bra, unclasping it in one movement.”

  “You’ve done this before,” said Manny, letting the black lingerie slide off at the arms.

  Eve stared at the breasts. “I can promise you I haven’t and I can promise you I’ve never seen anything quite as beautiful.”

  “Touch them,” instructed Manny.

  Eve lifted her hands to the breasts, allowing her thumbs to rub over the hard nipples. She gasped at the same time as Manny.

  Manny’s eyes were wide. “Fuck me, Eve, I want you. Take your other bra off.”

  Eve reached down and lifted up at the sides, throwing her second sports bra to the floor as she exposed herself completely.

  “Oh my good god!” growled Manny, taking in the sight of the incredible breasts now on display, “you are everything, Eve, absolutely everything.” Manny leaned forwards and kissed Eve hard on the mouth, forcing their bare breasts and erect nipples together.

  Eve parted her lips wider, taking more of Manny’s mouth, meeting Manny’s probing tongue with her own. She reached around for Manny’s back, drawing her in tighter, pushing her hard nipples into Manny’s. “I’m so wet,” she managed.

  “And I’m going to make you come,” said Manny, kissing down Eve’s neck towards her chest.

  Eve threw her head back in pleasure. She had never imagined her sofa would see such eroticism. Manny’s lips were on the curve of her breast, her tiny kisses sending shock waves of pleasure through every inch of her body. Eve screamed out in joy as Manny took her nipple deep into her mouth, her tongue flicking forwards and backwards making it harder than she ever thought was possible. “You are going to make me come,” said Eve, meaning every word.

  Manny reached down to the sides of Eve’s dungarees. “Lift up,” she instructed, momentarily moving away from the nipples.

  Eve did as she was told, allowing Manny to yank the outfit over her knees to the floor, leaving her sitting on the sofa in her knickers. Eve took the momentary break to lean forwards and pull Manny’s outfit towards her and over Manny’s knees. “Lift this leg first,” she said to Manny, who was still facing her in a straddled position either side of her waist.

  Manny moved each leg in turn causing her costume to drop to the floor alongside Eve’s. “And here we are,” said Manny, moving back into an embrace.

  Eve felt the softness of Manny’s legs against her own and the warmth of her breasts pressing into her own chest. What she also felt as Manny gently kissed her lips was the wetness between Manny’s legs that was pressing into her stomach. Eve reached around to Manny’s bottom and pulled her in even tighter. Manny groaned in response so Eve repeated the action and moved out of the kiss so that she could sit up straighter and take control. As lovely as it had been with her head back on the sofa and her breasts exposed, she wanted to fuck Manny too. She wanted to feel her, and taste her, and make her wetter than she already was.

  “Lean back down,” instructed Manny.

  Eve ignored her, instead moving her hands to Manny’s breasts.

  Manny threw her head back in pleasure, arching her back and allowing Eve greater access to her nipples.

  Eve took one nipple in her mouth, gently stroking the other with her thumb.

  “Fuck me, you’re good,” gasped Manny.

  Eve felt the wetness pressing against her stomach once more. The idea that she was having this effect on the famous Manny Jones was mind blowing, surely Manny had had loads of women and all sorts of experiences? “What do you like?” she whispered, wanting to get it right.

  “This!” wailed Manny. “You have no clue how turned on I am.”

  Eve plunged her hand between Man
ny’s legs and rubbed the wet fabric of her knickers. “I think I do.”

  Manny gasped in shock. “Take me, Eve,” she said, sliding off Eve’s lap and lying on her back with her head on a cushion at the arm of the sofa.

  Eve pulled off the knickers and twisted to lie on top of Manny, parting her legs with her own.

  “Take your knickers off too, I want to feel you.”

  Eve slid hers to the ground, flicking her feet up to pull off her socks as well so they were both completely naked. “Your body’s incredible, Manny,” she said, returning to her position and kissing Manny’s lips with passion. She allowed her full body weight to push into Manny, parting Manny’s legs completely with her right thigh, instantly struck by the warm wetness. She held on to the arm of the sofa and used it to move herself forwards and backwards, her nipples brushing up and down against Manny’s as her tongue probed deep inside her mouth.

  “You’re fucking me, Eve,” gasped Manny, “I’m going to come from this.”

  “So am I,” moaned Eve, widening her own legs slightly so that Manny’s thigh was directly hitting the spot. She lifted her weight onto her left elbow, using just her left hand on the arm of the sofa to assist her rhythm, the other she brought down to Manny’s nipples, taking it in turns to rub and squeeze each one as she continued to kiss Manny’s mouth. “I’m going to plunge these fingers deep inside you,” she whispered, pinching the nipples roughly. “You want it deep, don’t you? And hard.”

  Manny groaned.

  “And lift your leg higher because I’m going to come on your thigh.”

  Manny groaned even louder. “Fuck me, Eve, you’re crazy.”

  “And you’re coming,” said Eve, driving two of her fingers deep inside Manny.

  Manny bucked under the onslaught, screaming in pleasure and throwing her own hands to Eve’s breasts.

  Eve felt the fingers squeezing her nipples, it was all she needed to send her over the edge. She was on top of her student, fucking her with her fingers and her thigh, being fucked back in response.

  Manny started to moan. “I’m coming, I’m coming…”

  Eve increased her rhythm, pressing her own clit harder into Manny’s thigh. “So am I,” she gasped, fucking even harder with her fingers, causing a scream of climax from Manny. She fucked herself up the thigh once more before spasming hard and collapsing down on top of the quivering body.