by T. J. LONG
I need to show her how much I care for her, how much her being in my life means to me.
After Julia betrayed me, I didn’t think love was in the cards for me. And this girl just proved to me how much she cares for me. She was willing to walk away from me even though it broke her to do it. She was looking out for me.
I kick my bedroom door open, and as gracefully as I can, I lay her on my bed. I sit next to her on the bed. “I want you to know that what you just said,” I shake my head, “it made my fucking heart explode.” She still has tears and snot on her face, so I grab the shirt from my bed and wipe them away. “You are so beautiful,” I say as I wipe the hair that is stuck to her face away and push it behind her ears. “On the inside and outside. You make me happy.”
Her hand caresses my face as my eyes close. She may be young, but she is everything a man could want. There’s no denying that. She’s considerate, sweet, and shy but outspoken when she needs to be, and she’s so damn beautiful.
“What does this all mean, Josh?” she says, confused.
My face leans in close to her and I rest my forehead against hers. “I can’t be without you. Not now that I know you felt it too.”
“Felt what?” she whispers. Her warm breath hits my lips.
“You felt the electric current, too. I thought I was crazy.”
Her eyes open wide and meet mine. “I feel like this was all meant to be, is that crazy?”
I shake my head no, slightly, still staying forehead to forehead.
“Like maybe we’re each other's person.”
I breathe her in. She still smells of cherries. My eyes drop to stare at her lush lips that are swollen from all the crying she’s done. I press my mouth on her forehead, her cheek, her chin. She sighs with each kiss. I make my way around her whole face, kissing every inch. She giggles and her shoulders raise every time I get too close to her neck.
“I love kissing you.”
“I love it, too,” she coos.
Her arms fall over my shoulders, holding me in place. Our eyes meet and I feel heat that wasn’t there a moment ago. A silent plea is in both of our eyes, expressing our need to be wanted by the other.
I bring my lips to hers, drinking in their cherry flavor; her mouth is so soft and inviting. I’ve thought about her lips on me, in places I know her mouth has never been, but I won’t be selfish. I want to give her what she’s never had before. I want to taste her, all of her.
She opens her legs wide, her dress, pulling high on her thighs. She pulls me between her and wraps her legs around my hips, trapping me, but damn, I’m more than okay with it.
Our once soft kisses have become more frantic, more desperate. My hands make their way down her body. I grab at her pert tits. Her hard nipples are poking through the thin slinky fabric of her dress, begging to be set free. I’ll set them free and then capture them in my mouth. I plan on licking them until she can’t take it anymore. I’m feeling ravenous, and tasting her is the only cure. She’s going to know just how much she means to me after this.
“Let’s get this dress off of you,” I say in a rasp.
She gives me bedroom eyes, but I see a small amount of nerves in them.
She lifts herself onto her forearms and confidently says, “Why don’t you take it off?”
A slow predatory smile creeps across my face. The things I’m about to do to her. I lean forward and grab the hem of her dress between my fingers.
As I’m lifting the dress off of her, she says, “I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before.”
I kind of figured that with the whole virginity thing, but damn, hearing it out loud excites me and terrifies me all at once. I know she’s of age, but the tabooness of what we are doing makes me feel… strange. But being the only one to see her naked body, the first to taste her and make her come, makes my dick spring fully to life in my shorts. We like that thought, don’t we, buddy?
“What’s wrong?” she says, sounding concerned
I didn’t realize I stopped undressing her until she spoke. I meet her eyes and hope that the softness and the hunger for her shows through them and eases any anxiety she might feel. “I’m just admiring you.”
Then the dress comes off easily and I throw it to the floor. The perkiest tits I’ve ever seen are before me. “Damn, Taylor.” I take my bottom lip in my teeth and gawk at the sight of her. “I’m so damn lucky,” I say while devouring her tight body with my eyes.
Her tan body is sprawled out on my bed, just waiting to be pleasured. I consider taking her panties off now, but a naughty thought crosses my mind and I know I can have some fun with them before we get to the main event. I push her legs open, slowly moving my kneeled body between them.
I can see her heart racing in her chest. To ease her nerves, I lean down and place a few soft kisses around her face. I linger on her lips before I move my head to the left and passionately, but softly, start kissing her neck.
“Oh,” she moans while sucking in a ragged breath.
I teasingly flick my tongue on the spots that make her body shiver in my hands. My tongue makes its way down her clavicle and chest until it gets to her small round breasts. I lightly sway my tongue over her erect nipples. The sounds she makes when she’s in need are otherworldly. My lips capture her nipple in my mouth and I nibble and lick at it, taking turns and making sure to treat both breasts to equal pleasure.
These are the most perfect tits I’ve ever tasted. I swear the scent of honey drips from her pores. Her whole body is laced with sweetness.
Her hips rise as she tries to find my body to connect with.
“Mmm do you like that?” I whisper to her with her nipple partially in my mouth.
“Mmm, yes.”
She bites her bottom lip and moves her hips from side to side, trying to ease the pressure that’s been building in her. Too bad she’s so short. My dick can't reach her most sensitive spot while her tits are in my mouth. I grind my cock feverishly into the mattress, trying to get some sort of relief of my own. I’m more than ready to taste her. I kiss her stomach on my way down, swirling my tongue on her skin, blowing on the wetness I created and causing goosebumps to cover her. I lick a trail to her panty waistband.
“What are you doing?” she lifts her head off of the bed and asks in a throaty tone.
“Can I taste you?” I need to make sure she wants this as much as I do.
“What if I don’t taste good?”
I begin to chuckle and let my head fall, right into her crotch. Her sweet scent engulfs me. I take a deep breath in. I’m sure she can hear me and feel me do it. She smells so good.
“There is no way you could taste bad. In fact, I’m having trouble not tasting you now. ” I kiss her inner thigh and drag my tongue up until I reach the side seam of her panties. I know she wants it from the wetness I can see on the outside of her panties. I keep licking her, so close to her pussy lips.
She moans every time I get close. I just need to hear her tell me she wants it. I don’t want to push her past her limit, if she has one.
“Do you want me to eat your pussy, Taylor?” I say in a hoarse voice. All this teasing I’m doing to her is really just fucking teasing me, and I’m desperate for her.
She opens her legs wider and arches her back so her pelvis is right next to my face. Her sweetness invades me. I reach for her panties and pull them high. Just high enough that the sides of her bare lips peek out of either side. I plan to lick her through her panties and tease her until she begs for my tongue on her nakedness.
I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold out. I want all of her.
I dive right in, licking the pussy juice that has soaked through the tiny cotton panties.
“Oh. My. Gosh. Agh, yes.” She huffs out each word.
I smirk knowingly. She loves it and I haven’t even gotten started.
I suck and lick through the fabric, taking her lips into my mouth. “Mmmm,” I moan. She tastes just like I thought she would, like honey and che
rries. I can’t wait to see her pussy up close and personal.
I take my mouth off and use my finger to glide across her wet panties.
“Please,” she begs as she wiggles on the bed.
“Please, what? Tell me what you want, baby.”
She lets out a moan, still writhing her hips even though my mouth isn’t there. “Please take off my panties and lick me,” she begs.
My heart is pounding in my chest and my cock is rock hard. Hearing those words come from her mouth is intoxicating. I rub my palm over my member to get some relief. My hands raise to her waistband. I pull the panties slowly off of her. Her pussy is so wet the fabric sticks to her lips. I can't wait.
As soon as I get them halfway down her thighs, I spread her with my fingers and take my first real taste. I go right in the middle, letting both lips envelope me, taking her clit in my mouth and sucking her until she cries out.
She digs her nails into my forearms and humps my mouth. I want nothing more than to see the pleasure I’m giving her on her face, and when I dare to look up, I’m not disappointed. Her eyes are closed, her head bent backward. She licks her lips and then gasps from pleasure—the pleasure I’m giving to her. My lips curl from my success.
I go down until I reach her opening, gently flicking my tongue on her tightness. Her pussy is smooth and a beautiful shade of light pink, exactly how I imagined it would be in all of my fantasies.
“You taste so good,” I say while I run my tongue up and down the expanse of her, her juices covering my tongue. I lick circles around her nub slowly, then more quickly. Her legs tighten around my shoulders, trapping me. My tongue comes out in little flicks every few seconds.
“Oh, my gosh. Josh...I’m...” Then she moans loudly while pulling on my hair. Her body begins to shake under me.
I can’t explain the feeling that overcomes me knowing I’m making her come. It’s something close to euphoria.
She screams my name as she falls apart. I lick her until her body lays still, completely spent from her first oral orgasm.
I cuddle up beside her, holding her close to me. “How are you doing? Do you want me to get you anything?”
“Mmm. Maybe something to drink. Moaning really parched me.”
I laugh. My funny girl. “You got it, babe.” I raise from the bed with my boner still in full force.
She laughs and points at my stiff member. “Oh my gosh. You poor thing.” She frowns.
I shrug my shoulders. “I’m fine. I wanted to give you pleasure.”
She looks on with uncertainty. “Really? You’re not expecting a bj now?”
I do not want to be thinking about those full lips on my dick right now, or this boner will never go away. “As much as I’m excited for that to happen, no, I’m not expecting anything. I really just wanted to give you pleasure. And trust me, I enjoyed it.” I point to my member and smirk. “I’ll be back with your drink.”
I return with two bottles of water and a few snacks. I know from experience orgasms make women hungry. Men, on the other hand, like to conch out after that explosion of goodness, which is why I didn’t want to worry about me tonight. I wanted to give her my full attention.
After the excitement wears off, we lay in bed while turning on a movie. Nerves build in my stomach as the realization sinks in that I definitely just crossed a line with a student. But what am I to do? I didn't know she was a student when we first met and connected. I don’t have the best track record in relationships, and now that I have found someone who makes me happy, I refuse to sit back and not explore it. I decide, while my eyes drift closed, that being with Taylor is a priority. I’ll just have to remember to be extra cautious while at school.
Taylor
My eyes open to darkness. I reach under my pillow for my phone, but my hand comes back empty. Huh? My brows furrow. I always keep my phone in the same spot. I lift the pillow and tap my hand around, waiting to feel the familiar rectangular shape, but I still come up with nothing. I reach for the lamp on the nightstand. Everything is dark except a window to my left that has a small amount of light glimmering in. That window normally isn’t there. My brow raises as I come to the realization that I’m not in my bedroom. Where am I? I lift my body from the mattress and squint at the dark room before me. That's when it hits me.
I’m still at Josh’s house. Crap.
I fish my hand around trying to feel for my phone in the blanket. Where the heck could it be? I check under the pillow again and then the nightstand, but it’s not there.
I gently get off the bed, not wanting to wake him. When my feet hit the floor, I feel something hard and cold. My phone somehow got intertwined in my panties and dress.
When I hit the home button on my phone to check the time, I release a gasp; it’s 4:45 am. I expect to be met by multiple texts or calls from my parents, but I have nothing except a text from Ann asking how my talk with Josh went.
The only logical explanation is they think I’m sleeping in my room.
I hop into my dress, fast. I need to get to my house and into my room without being spotted. My dad has woken up at 5 am since I can remember, even now that he works from home. And I don’t want to explain why I’m just getting in this late on a school night.
I wonder if I should wake up Josh. I don’t know if he has an alarm set or not.
“Josh,” I whisper.
He looks o-u-t.
I decide to shake him awake.
It takes a solid 2 minutes of shaking before he starts to stir. Wow, he’s a sound sleeper.
“Hey,” he says with a scratchy voice, smiling up at me like I’m his earth angel. A tingle runs through my body. He’s so dreamy, even when he first wakes up.
“Hey back at you.”
He pulls me on top of him, wrapping his arms around my waist. I lean down and give him a kiss on the lips. How does his breath not stink? Is everything perfect about him? I’m super conscious of my dead squirrel breath, so I try to hold my breath when I go in for another kiss.
“I better go,” I say, lifting off of him. He puts on a pout, and gosh darn it, I want to just lay next to him forever. But, alas, we have school, so I need to haul ass back to my place and get ready.
“Why? What time is it?”
I reach for my phone on the bed next to me, and when I push the home button, I freeze.
Dad: Banana, I just woke up. Are you with Ann?
My face falls, and I go still.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
I drop my phone to the bed, feeling sickness rise in me. “It’s my dad. He wants to know where I am.”
Josh’s lip pulls to the side, and he looks concerned. I pick up my phone, knowing I need to quickly text him back so he doesn’t worry.
Me: Hey, dad. I just woke up. I stayed at Ann’s. She’ll drop me off before school.
Dad: Alrighty, next time please let me know.
I facepalm. I’m so stupid. How could I have fallen asleep here?
“Do you think he’s mad?” Josh starts to rub my back, and it gives me some comfort.
I shake my head. “I just don’t like lying.” I sigh.
"I understand.”
I suck my lips into my mouth. “Well,” I say with a crooked smile. “Now I have a solid ten more minutes here.”
He smiles, pulling me into his chest for a cuddle session.
As we make our way down the stairs and to the back door, he pauses looking at me with concern. “Maybe we should come up with a quick game plan for today at school.”
My brow dips. “What do you mean?”
He nips his lip before bringing his hand up to scratch his scruff. “I just think—” He clears his throat. “We definitely crossed into a different zone last night.”
My cheeks blush. “Yeah, we did.”
“We should try to keep our distance at school. If anyone were to find out about us, it wouldn't be good.”
I lean my body into his and brush my lips over his, silencing him and his concerns. “I
can do that as long as I get you when we’re here.”
He grunts as he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he kisses me passionately.
“Mmm,” I moan. But the realisation hits me quick and I remember that I need to get into my house before we are found out. “I have to go,” I say as I wiggle out of his embrace.
“See you later, babe,” he says as he opens the door and ushers me out.
I turn to him, grinning. “See you soon, Teach.”
I snicker as I head to my side of the fence, peaking around the back window to make sure no one is around. I gently open the back door and softly close it behind me. They may get fishy if they see what I’m wearing. They know I wouldn’t go to Ann’s dressed like this. I figure I don’t have enough luck to make it up the stairs to my bedroom without being seen, so I run to the laundry room. I look around for any clothes, dirty or clean. Being picky right now won’t serve me well. I spot a t-shirt and a pair of my mom’s shorts and hurriedly peel off my dress. I push it down until it’s in the bottom of the hamper before changing into my new set of clothes.
Then I sprint up the stairs and run right into my dad.
“Wow, watch it, speedy Gonzales. You’ve still got plenty of time before school.”
I laugh and look at the floor. “I know. I just feel a bit discombobulated. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” I hit my head with my palm and say, “One minute I’m watching a movie, and the next I’m waking up to a pitch black room.” That’s the truth at least.
His hand comes down onto my shoulder. “I get it. I was once a teenager, too.”
I need to get away before I have to lie again.
“Okay, Dad. I better get in the shower.”
He has a bemused look on his face and wiggles his glasses with his hand. “Have a good day at school.”
One hour later, I’m showered, dressed, and have added a small amount of makeup to enhance my natural features. When I get to school, I find Ann in the parking lot. “I know I don’t have a ton of time to tell you everything, but let’s walk and talk.”