Student Seduction
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She reached for her bag, just as I reached for her. She stopped, turning, so close she was practically in my arms.
“Aiden?”
My cock throbbed at the sound of my name on her lips.
“I was just going to say, I’m here. If you need anything, to talk, vent, cake, whatever. You know where to find me.”
She glanced around. “In the pit?”
“If that’s where you want.”
She bit her lip. “Saturday night…I wanted to stay. I should’ve stayed.”
Her words made me weak. My resolve not to take her in my arms was evaporating into thin air.
“You could’ve. I would’ve tried to behave.”
Her lips came close to brushing against mine. “I didn’t want you to behave. I wanted…” She sighed again and I felt her breath. “I need.”
Her eyes met mine and there was a vulnerable, helpless need burning in them.
Fuck it.
My hands pulled her to me as my mouth crashed down on hers.
She tasted so much better than chocolate cake. Like sweet, luscious forbidden fruit.
I fucked her mouth with my tongue, spreading her lips and licking the inside of her before placing my knee between her thighs while we made out. Her fingers raked roughly across the back of my head as she moaned into my mouth.
The bell rang and I jumped, remembered where we were. Who we were.
“This can’t happen,” I reminded both of us. “Not here, not like this.”
I took a step back and she mumbled something that sounded like “I’m sorry.”
I had the next period off. If I stayed in here, I’d fuck her sweet body into oblivion. It wouldn’t matter who walked in. Once I was inside her again, the Principal could watch for all I cared.
This was dangerous. Too dangerous.
“Get to class,” was all I said before retreating from her while I still could.
11
Emersyn
On the morning of my eighteenth birthday, there was a bakery box in my locker. A red ribbon was tied around the top. Inside, a large piece of chocolate cake with chocolate frosting with a note that said, Something just for you.
Beneath the box was a gift card to Stella’s, a trendy boutique in Riverside where I’d never been able to afford to shop before. I stood there, feeling special. Feeling remembered and cared for.
My mom hadn’t said a word to me this morning. Ethan was too young to realize what day it was half the time unless he had a baseball game. My dad would probably just send a text later.
Drew and Camille said we’d celebrate this weekend, but it was Thursday and we hadn’t made any concrete plans.
But Aiden brought me cake. And clothes, technically.
We’d kissed.
At school.
The memory of our back hallway encounter was fading but the constantly spinning feeling it had induced wasn’t.
His thigh between my legs, his tongue in my mouth. I moaned. He’d pressed his solid length against me and my knees went weak.
“This can’t happen,” he’d said, pulling back, talking more to himself than me. “Not here, not like this.”
But it was happening. It kept happening.
It was all I could think about. Bells rang. Teachers droned on about whatever the hell. Girls made snarky comments about my clothes and Drew told them to piss off.
I didn’t really know what they said for certain because in my mind, all day every day, there was just him.
I spent my morning fantasizing about him—mentally removing my clothes and imagining him taking me on his desk. Kissing me, touching me, fucking me.
Mr. Singleton.
Aiden.
Mine.
He ignored me in class religiously.
He never called on me to answer a question, never asked me to collect or pass out laptops, never even said my name since he no longer needed to call roll for attendance. He knew all of our names by now.
The silver lining was, the less attention he paid to me, the less Drew asked what was going on. Kelsey and her minions seemed to have completely forgotten I existed as well.
I should’ve been relieved. But I was going insane.
What happened in that back stairwell had been like trying cocaine. Well, what I imagined it would be like. Every time I touched my lips I could remember the heated tingling sensation but the high was fading.
I needed another hit.
Today I was eighteen. And I wanted to thank him for my presents.
I remained in my seat when the bell rang.
He stepped out into the hall as the other students filed out. The class emptied, save for me.
When he came back in, he closed the door and regarded me warily.
“What are you doing? Don’t you have class?”
I nodded, watching him move toward his desk. “I’ll say I wasn’t feeling well.” I stood, moving toward him intentionally slowly.
“Emersyn,” he began but when I reached him, he was silent.
“Thank you for the cake,” I said, mere inches from his mouth. “And the gift card. It was really thoughtful of you.”
“You’re welcome.” He swallowed thickly. “We shouldn’t do this here.”
Shouldn’t. It was a step up from can’t.
I ran my hand down the front of his shirt. “You’re the only one who got me anything, did you know that?”
He shook his head.
“I want to thank you.” I lifted onto my tiptoes and whispered in his ear. “With my mouth, Aiden.” The room spun around us. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
It was crazy, but I wanted this, here and now, so badly.
I kept walking, forcing him backward into his chair.
“If I get under your desk no one will see.” It was enclosed all the way to the floor on three sides.
His eyes were round and wide with surprise. I wasn’t usually so bold but I’d been going insane with need all week long.
“Pretty please?” I pouted, preparing to straddle his lap. “You’ve been ignoring me and it’s driving me mad.”
He stared at me with the eyes of burning man.
“I ignore you because of this. If you get too close, I will spread you wide on my desk and I won’t care who catches us. Do you know how close I came to fucking you in the Pit? Seconds, Emersyn. I was seconds away from taking you right then and there.”
“Show me,” I beg. I see the conflict flash across his face. He glances at the door then back at me. “Did you lock it?”
“Yes, I locked it.”
“Then let me taste you, Aiden. Please.”
He grips my ass hard and props me up on his desk. “Me first.”
Papers scatter and pencils roll as he yanks my panties to the side. I wore a short plaid skirt of Stacy’s today because it reminded me of a sexy schoolgirl and that’s how I wanted him to see me.
Best. Decision. Ever.
His fingers are gentle, but they’re misleading because when his head comes between my legs, his tongue is a terrorist. Attacking my most sensitive flesh roughly as I cry out in pleasure.
“Shh, sweet girl,” he warned. “Not too loud. We’ll give Mr. Milner a stroke.”
I reach for something, anything, but there’s nothing substantial on his desk so I grab is hair.
“Fuck yeah,” he mumbles against my clit, flicking hard then circling slow.
I’m a clock being wound tighter and tighter until the free fall is in sight.
The forbidden aspect of what we’re doing hits me at the same time my orgasm does. I writhe and whimper as I come against his unrelenting tongue.
“Oh my God,” I heard myself whispering over and over as he slowed to let me down from the height of my climax.
“Good girl,” he said proudly, pulling my panties back over to cover me. “Such a good girl.”
Sweaty and disoriented, I sat up too fast and became light-headed.
“Easy, sweetheart.”
“I taste good on you, Mr. Singleton.”
“Forbidden fruit always tastes good,” he admitted.
Smiling, I reached for the erection I could feel beneath me.
“My turn,” I whispered, unable to contain my excitement.
“Wait.” He reached over to a chair beside his desk and pulled the cushion off it. “For you knees, sweet girl.”
I smiled shyly up at him as I got situated on the cushion. “I’ve never done this before. Teach me?”
He groaned and his head lolled back. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Teach me, Mr. Singleton,” I urged, knowing I might hit the taboo button too hard if I wasn’t careful. “Show me how to please you.”
He took my hand and wrapped it around his straining cock.
“Stroke first. Gently,” he instructed. “The get it wet with that hot fucking mouth of yours.”
I did as I was told, savoring the flavor of him.
“Stroke and suck,” he bit out, already struggling as I licked the underside of his thick length.
With each pass, I took him deeper into my mouth until he was in the entrance to my throat. His hand fisted my hair and he moaned when I sucked so hard my cheeks hollowed.
“Fuck that feels good,” he hissed urgently. “God, you’re so damn beautiful. You’re fucking ruining me, Emersyn.”
You’ve already ruined me.
I sucked harder. Stroked faster. My head and hand performing a synchronized motion that seemed to please him. His cock thickened, jerking upward to graze the roof of my mouth. I flicked the underside of him with my tongue, just below the crown of his cock as he began to thrust into my face.
My pussy clenched in response, wanting more, wishing he was inside me.
“Fuck, we shouldn’t,” he cried out. “Fuck, fuuuck.”
With that, he came, hot pleasure streaming out of his cock and down my throat. I worked my tongue all around him until he was twitching.
His hands raked through my hair. “Okay, baby. That was perfect, sweet girl. You did so good.”
Glancing up, I licked my lips and gave him a self-satisfied grin. Just as I was about to crawl out from under the desk, we heard the jangle of keys.
Aiden’s hand came down roughly and pushed me back under just as the door opened.
I moved back as far as I could so he could get his chair under the desk, hiding his exposed dick. When I heard a man’s voice, I froze.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Singleton. Didn’t realize you were in here,” Mr. Farmer, the school’s janitor said. I could hear his cleaning cart wheeling across the floor toward me.
“No problem,” Aiden said smoothly, though I could see his left leg bouncing anxiously. “Just grading some papers. Didn’t realize I’d locked the door.”
I didn’t know how long he was in there making small talk while mopping. Every heartbeat felt like a lifetime. When he came to the desk to empty the trash, I worried I might pass out.
The door finally closed, and I released my breath. I had no idea how long I’d held it.
Aiden zipped his pants quickly and rolled his chair back to let me escape.
Our still panicked gazes met and he shook his head.
“That was close,” I admitted. “I shouldn’t have done that, put you at risk of being caught like that.” Guilt placed a white hot blanket of shame on my shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Aiden.”
He just stared at me. “It takes two, Emersyn. It was as much my fault as yours.” He closed his eyes briefly. “Besides, I’m the adult here. I’m the one who should know better.”
At that, I blanched. His words stung. I was an adult, more so than most of my classmates even before I turned eighteen.
“I should go.”
“Wait,” he said, just as I reached the door.
I stopped, hoping he was going to apologize.
“You got the gift card, too, right? When are you going to use it?”
So not what I’d been expecting him to say. “Yes, thank you. I don’t know—maybe Saturday after my internship. My mom doesn’t like me to leave her without a car on weekends so I take the bus. It passes through Riverside on my way home.”
He frowned. “It’s downtown, right? I can pick you up and take you shopping. I doubt we’d see anyone from Elksboro in Charlotte. We could grab some dinner, celebrate your birthday. If you want?”
Did I want?
I wasn’t sure.
I’d lost my hold on the emboldened woman who’d stayed after class knowing exactly what she’d wanted. I felt like a foolish little girl who’d made a stupid mistake.
“Um, okay. I’ll be done at four. But I have to pick up Ethan around six, depending on what time his tournament ends.” I fidgeted, twisting the sun and moon rings on my fingers around and around. “Not sure we’d have time for dinner.”
His eyes narrowed. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I was just wondering, why the gift card?”
His eyes moved pointedly over my outfit. Stacy was a size smaller than me, but I managed.
“Because you need new clothes.”
I nodded, swallowing the hurtful emotions his words had caused even though they were true. “I should probably get to class.”
“Emersyn,” he said, standing and coming closer. “You look gorgeous in everything you wear. I don’t know the details of your situation, but I know you work a lot and I know you deserve more than what you’ve been given. I noticed some of your clothes looked small enough to give me and every other male in the vicinity trouble concentrating, so for my own sanity, I want you to have nice things. You deserve them. But I didn’t know what you’d like so I wanted to give you a way to pick out whatever you wanted.” He sighed. “If I overstepped or hurt your feelings, I’m sorry.”
I shook my head. “It’s fine. Really. It’s a sweet gesture and I appreciate it. Really.”
I couldn’t stop saying really, so I put my hand on the door.
“Since your brother has baseball Saturday, we could go out to dinner tonight for your birthday, if you don’t already have plans,” he offered.
“I have my internship until six tonight. Ethan’s friend’s mom takes him to practice on Thursdays since I don’t get home until after seven.”
“Could you get home around eight? Or maybe nine?”
My mom might be a little miffed, but I could just tell her I had to work late at the museum.
“Yeah, I could.”
“I’ll pick you up at the museum at six then.”
The bell for next period rang. I left feeling conflicted.
We had a date, an official date. Technically two dates. My birthday dinner tonight and shopping on Saturday.
Excitement fluttered in my stomach. But something kept nagging at the corner of my conscious.
Whatever else there was between Aiden and me, I’d blown my teacher under his desk and now I was getting dinner and new clothes.
Maybe this was how adult relationships worked and it was all just new to me.
Or maybe I really was a slut like Kelsey and her friends were constantly pointing out.
12
Aiden
When I arrived at the museum later that evening, Emersyn came down the stairs out front.
My entire life, I’ve seen beauty in all women. Whether it was in their actual features, how they smiled, how they spoke, or just how they carried themselves. But Emersyn was beautiful in a way that overwhelmed me, stole my breath, and left me stunned like a dog trying to escape an invisible electric fence. I never saw it coming, but it zapped my ass every time.
I climbed out of the Jeep and and opened her door, pretending the sight of her hadn’t already severely impacted my ability to breathe.
Memories of what had transpired in my classroom that morning slammed unbidden into my mind. My mout
h on her. Her mouth on me. Her swollen lips. Both sets.
She wore a simple black professional-looking outfit, one of those one piece ordeals with a button down top and respectable length shorts, but knowing what was underneath unnerved me to the point of pain.
“You hungry, birthday girl?”
She grinned. “I haven’t eaten since lunch at school this morning. So I’m starved.”
“You like Italian?”
“I love Italian,” she said, sinking into the passenger seat.
We were both quiet on the drive to Stagioni, an intimate date-night spot not too far from the museum with outdoor seating. When we got there, we opted to sit outside because the weather was still warm and the cool evening air was mild.
Also because it was darker than sitting inside, which neither of us acknowledged out loud. Even if someone we knew did happen to be in the area, there was a much smaller chance of them spotting us eating on an outdoor patio with limited seating.
“How was work?” I asked, once we’d been seated and ordered.
Emersyn’s forehead creased as she placed her cloth napkin in her lap. “My boss hates me. She still calls me Emily.”
I frowned. “I doubt anyone could hate you. You blew me off this summer then told me to go fuck myself when I finally saw you again. Yet I can’t seem to stay away from you.”
She gave me half smile. “Technically I told you I had to leave before I told you to go fuck yourself,” she reminded me. “Trust me, she hates me. She recently broke up with her boyfriend—or he broke up with her, I’m not sure—and she’s miserable and handing out misery. I thought I’d be working with artists and patrons but she has me cleaning the bathrooms and organizing files from a million years ago in a basement.”
“You get a scholarship for doing this internship?” I thought that’s what she’d told me.
She toyed with the straw in her water glass. “One intern does. There are only four of us, so the odds are decent. I really need the money for college. But judging from the way it’s going so far, it’s probably not in the cards for me.”
“I’m sorry.” I leaned forward and touched her chin. “If it helps, my boss wouldn’t be too happy with me either if he knew what I was thinking right now. Or how I spent my prep period this morning.”