by T. J. LONG
I crawl to the edge of the bed so he gets a great view of my ass in my pleated uniform skirt. I pull the pants from his body with a swift movement and discard them on the floor, where they belong. Separating his legs with my hands, I crawl between them. His cock is straining in his tight boxer briefs, begging to be set free.
I squeeze my thighs together to ease the hunger building in my core. My fingers graze his skin as I make my way to his upper thighs. The bulge grows the higher my hand gets. I don’t know where all of my confidence is coming from. I’ve never done this before, but it seems to come naturally, maybe from all the romance novels I have read.
“Mr. Bailey, may I please take your cock out and…” I rub his inner thigh and watch as his member jumps against the blue fabric of his boxers. “Suck it?”
I lick my lips, making sure they glisten with the spit that’ll soon be covering his cock. I drop my eyes, trying to look as innocent and bashful as possible. “I’m not sure I’ll be good. Maybe you could teach me.”
“Oh, fuck, Taylor.” He looks pained.
I’m thoroughly enjoying teasing him. He leans his head back, closing his eyes as I pepper kisses on his lower stomach, swirling my tongue from side to side until I reach his waistband. I pull them down a few inches, not enough to expose him fully but enough that I can torture him. I let loose a moan as I lick a haphazard line down the sensitive skin leading to the base of his member.
My eyes dart up to see if he’s enjoying it. His hands are grasping at the blanket and his mouth is in an O shape. I smile and bite my lip, feeling pleased with myself. I plan to tease him just as he did to me. I put my mouth on him and blow. The heat from my mouth radiates onto him, making him thrust with pleasure. Even in its cloth-covered state with just my lips spread on him, I get a sense of how thick he is.
His hand lands on the back of my neck, caressing me. “You’re enjoying teasing me, aren’t you?”
I stifle a laugh. “I don’t know what you mean.”
As I pull the boxers down fully, his dick springs forward, nearly hitting me in the face. My eyes go wide at the sheer size of him. Even in the shadow ridden room, I can make out the coke bottle thickness of him and the large veins throbbing with need. My mouth waters looking at him and the sticky wetness on his tip.
I can't help myself, I need a taste. My tongue swirls on his head lapping up all of his pre-cum. “Mmm, you taste so good.”
“Oh, fuck,” he moans into the air while griping the back of my neck tighter.
I don’t have any experience doing this, but the books I’ve read have led me to believe that anyone can give a good BJ if you:
1: Never use your teeth.
2: Use your hands and your mouth at the same time.
3: Make it sloppy. The sloppier the better.
I’m not sure if I can fit him fully in my mouth, but I am determined to try. I start with length-long licks, from his head to the base of his cock. I open fully, allowing all of him to enter me. He fills my mouth completely; any bigger and he wouldn’t fit.
My head bobs up and down the expanse of him until I feel the swollen head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose and try to relax my throat so I don’t choke. I slurp and suck all of him down to the best of my abilities, deep throating him. He holds my head in place, causing me to gag on his thick member. He groans in pleasure as he thrusts into my mouth over and over again making my eyes cloudy with tears.
“Oh, yeah, just like that,” he grunts.
My mouth becomes ever wetter from choking on him and I watch as the extra saliva drips out of my mouth and down his shaft. I can feel my arousal seeping through my panties, making my inner thighs slick with wetness. I never knew how turned on girls could get from doing this. When I’ve read those scenes in books, it’s turned me on, but I’m pleasantly surprised by how much I’m enjoying myself.
I take him out of my mouth and lick up and down his shaft, swirling my tongue on the head of his dick. He cries out in pleasure as I suck on his head, tasting more saltiness land on my tongue. My right hand leaves his thigh, and I use it to stroke him, slowly sliding up and down, twisting my wrist and taking my time to rub my thumb on his head on every pass.
I lean back down and put him in my mouth, still jerking him with my right hand. My pussy is dripping with wetness, my insides clenching with desire to feel his thick member inside of my tightness. My head bobs up and down slowly and then quickly as I grip his shaft tightly. I feel his thigh muscles tighten. His breaths come short and sharp and I know he is close to coming. I look up through my hair and see the most euphoric look on his face.
“Taylor, if you don’t stop, I’m going to finish In your mouth.”
I moan loudly so he knows I want him to come for me.
He grabs my shoulder with one hand and my head with the other and thrusts hard into my mouth, taking me by surprise. His member seems to grow harder, but the skin is still smooth as silk. I feel his head pulse against my tongue, and with one final jerk, I feel warm, salty liquid fill my mouth. It squirts down my throat and I nearly gag.
He drops his hands from me and goes still. I hold him in my mouth until he goes soft. When I take him out, I lick all the extra come from him. Who needs romance novels when you have your own personal book boyfriend?
***
The sound of music stirs me from my slumber. I rub my eyes and lift my head, gazing around the room.
I did it again.
I don’t know what causes me to sleep so soundly here. Whether it’s the firmness of the mattress or the man that makes me feel so safe.
Josh enters the room with a tray and a smile plastered to his face. “Good morning, beautiful.”
My cheeks flush remembering what I did to him last night. I don’t know who took over me, but she was a blow job goddess. “Morning” I say bashfully. I palm the stray hairs from my forehead as Josh puts the tray on the bed before me. “This is wonderful, thank you.”
On the tray sits orange juice, over easy eggs, and an English muffin with cream cheese. He knows me so well. “Where’s yours?” I ask, wondering why I’m the only one with food.
“I haven’t made mine yet. I wanted to serve you first.”
My head raises and I smile adoringly at him. “What a gentleman,” I tease.
“Eat up.” He hits his knuckles on the door frame as he’s walking away. “Then we can talk about what to do with the whole picture debacle.”
My shoulders slump.
Brian and the pictures had completely slipped my mind.
I finish my breakfast and hop in the shower. Josh laid out a pair of shorts and another one of his t-shirts for me to put on. I’ll be keeping this outfit too. I smile to myself.
When I head downstairs, Josh is on the couch with a pad of paper in his hand. “What do you have there?” I traipse to the couch and sit on the cushion next to him, drawing my legs to my chest.
He clears his throat and looks stoic. “It’s my resignation letter.”
I hop up from the couch so fast I must look insane. “Hell no, it’s not!”
He raises his arm to touch my thigh, to calm me. “Calm down, I’m not turning it in yet. Let’s find out what Brian wants. If it’s just silence, then great, I’ll never have to turn it in.”
When I get home later that night, I head to my room and text Brian. I let him know that in return for my silence all I want is mine and Josh’s relationship to be kept private.
I get nothing back, which makes me nervous. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about the rich boys of Shrewsbury Prep, it’s that silence isn’t golden, it’s dangerous.
***
The weekend speeds by, and when Monday morning rolls around, I’m eager to get to school and talk to Brian. I waited all weekend for him to respond to me, but he never did.
As I’m walking through the halls, I notice everyone’s eyes on me. “What the hell?” I make eye contact with a few students who have smirks plastered to their faces. I
look at my shoes, thinking maybe I have toilet paper stuck to me from my early morning trip to the restroom. Nothing. My lips turn down into a frown. Why is everyone looking at me?
“Hey, teacher's pet,” comes a voice from down the hall. Laughter surrounds me. My cheeks feel hot with embarrassment. My heart pounds in my chest. My steps increase as I walk as fast as I can down the hallway. I’m inches away from Josh’s classroom when my phone chimes. I look down to a text from Ann.
My mouth falls open and I feel sick.
Ann: I don’t know what is going on, but someone posted pictures of you and Josh all over school.
Have you seen them? Who would do that?
I feel dizzy, like I’m going to faint.
My breath increases and my eyes can’t focus on anything; everything is getting hazy. I run on unsteady feet to the bathroom. Standing in front of the sink, I notice how pale my face looks. I look ill.
I slump to the floor. The cold tiles bite at my skin.
I take my phone and open the messages. The threats from Brian stare back at me, mocking me.
Me: Why would you do that? I kept quiet
The whole school was oblivious to what him and Tristan were doing in the tunnels, and I kept it quiet. With shaky hands, I open a new text.
Me: Why, Tristan? You’ve not just ruined me but Josh too.
I get a response immediately.
Tristan: I’m sorry, I had no clue he was planning on doing that.
Me: You need to talk to him.
I don’t want to play dirty, but they started this.
Me: Make it right or I’ll tell everyone what the baseball captain and pitcher were doing in a dark tunnel alone on Halloween.
I struggle to hit the send button.
When I walked into the dark tunnel and made it to the secret room, I never would have thought in a trillion years that I would have found Brian on his knees with Tristan’s ding dong in his mouth. I mean shit; it made all the sense in the world now why Tristan never went further with me. I hated having to threaten him with this, but I refuse to let Josh lose everything. Especially over something I kept quiet about.
A cracking noise comes over the loudspeaker. “Mr. Bailey and Miss. McCready, please come to the front office, immediately.”
Fuck. Shit. Fuck
I know Josh doesn’t have his phone on him right now, so there’s no point even texting him. We have no time to go over what to say. I text Tristan again instead.
Me: Make this right. Please!!!!
Joshua
This is bad. I had no idea what was going on until a few students clued me in. What would make that kid feel the need to print out and post intimate photos between me and Taylor was flabbergasting. I keep a calm demeanor on my walk to the office. I know I broke a code of conduct, but to be fair, Taylor’s 18 and my neighbor, so it’s not that far-fetched that we would see each other outside of school.
I don’t know if I should lead with my resignation or try to talk this out. Bill will talk to my mom about this, so I’ll have to do damage control quickly after this meeting.
On my walk to the office, I count five pictures of me and Taylor. A couple of selfies with our faces side by side, one of us cuddling, and one of us kissing. I rip them down, fold them in half, and stick them in my back pocket. I shake my head and keep my eyes straight ahead.
That kid is a fucking prick.
When I make it to the office, Taylor is sitting down, fidgeting with her fingers. I know she does that when she’s nervous. Her face is pale, and she looks terrified. I wish I could comfort her, but I know that’ll just add fuel to the fire, proving that there is something going on.
Bills door opens, and when he steps out, I see a clear look of disappointment riddled on his face. “Mr. Bailey, Miss. McCready, please step into my office,” he says with a huff. He opens the door wide and ushers us to two forest green, velvet club chairs.
The door closes behind me and I hear him release a deep sigh. This must be just as awkward for him as it is for me, knowing that he’ll have to fire his best friend's son for inappropriate behavior with a student.
“I assume you both know why I called you down here.”
Taylor shakes her head up and down. Her eyes never leave her lap, where she’s still picking at her nails. I grab the pictures from my back pocket and toss them on his desk.
“Josh, please,” he says in an exasperated breath as he takes the pictures and throws them in the trash bin. He takes the glasses from his face and rubs his eyes. “You’re like a son to me, Josh. Whatever is said here stays private. Do you understand what I mean?”
“Not exactly” I say to him.
He leans back into his chair. The leather squeaks under his weight. “What I mean is, there’s no formal investigation, no charges that you’re accused of, not yet anyway. I need to know before all of that potentially happens. The school isn’t keen on scandals. Is there something going on between you and Miss McCready?”
Shit, an investigation? She’s of age. What exactly could they do?
I sneak a look at Taylor, but she’s spaced out. Her eyes are wide, and she’s staring intently at a bookcase on the right side of the room. The way her brain works, she’s thinking about 50 different scenarios, and I bet none of them end well for either of us. She’s worrying herself sick. Her skin looks clammy, and she’s got her fingers intertwined so tight they look as though they’re losing circulation.
I can take the fall for this. I can’t let Taylor get into trouble. She graduates in six months and I won’t ruin her high school career or her hopes of college with a mark like this on her file.
My mouth opens and I begin to say “Y—” When a loud knock comes, halting me mid-word. I had planned on telling him that she was my neighbor and we hung out from time to time and that I wanted more but she didn’t. Instead, a woman enters the room and pardons the intrusion
“Sir, there’s a student here to see you.”
Dr. Warren looks annoyed. “Sue, I’m in the middle of something. The student will have to wait.”
Her face looks tense. ”Sir, I understand, but it pertains to this situation.” She points her finger in our seated direction.
My eyes go from side to side, nervously expecting Brian to walk in at any moment to expose me and Taylor for our inappropriate relationship. I look at Taylor and it’s clear she hasn’t heard a word anyone’s said. She’s still completely spaced out.
“Very well, send the student in.” He raises his head and makes eye contact with me.
I stick my tongue to my cheek and wait; I wait to be fired.
The door squeaks as it opens wider. I hear footsteps on the tiled floor behind me. I’d love to beat the shit out of this Brian kid. I had him 6th period, and I never had any problems with him. Sure, he was a funny kid, an attention seeker, but he never had any actual behavioral issues. I can’t conceive why he’d want to ruin my career and Taylor’s future over something that never even came to light.
I feel a body to my left, and when I look up, a solid look of confusion can be found on my face. Tristan stands beside me, hands in his pockets, with flushed red cheeks. I sit up fully in my seat, preparing myself for whatever damning evidence he’s about to show Bill.
“What do you have to do with this?” he asks Tristan straight up.
Tristan takes a deep, calming breath and pulls a hand from his pocket, tousling his sandy blonde hair. “I doctored the photos. They aren’t real.”
Bill raises one eyebrow and sits there, mouth agape.“You what?”
Tristan shimmy’s in his stance.
What the actual fuck is going on?
“I was upset because Taylor broke up with me. I knew everyone had a thing for the new teacher, so I photoshopped pictures of them together and posted them around the school. I wanted to embarrass Taylor. I’m really sorry. I didn’t realize how much trouble I could have gotten Mr. Bailey into.”
“And is that why you’re coming forward, son?”
He nods his head yes.
What the hell is this kid up to?
“Well, alright. If you admit that you did this, then I guess Mr. Bailey and Miss McCready you’re free to go.”
I turn in my seat to look at Taylor. She’s still wide-eyed but looking directly at Tristan, tears welling in her eyes. Tristan looks to the both of us and apologizes. He’s either a great actor, or he actually feels like shit for what Brian did. I get up from my seat and head toward the door; Taylor lingers behind me.
“Mr, Donaly, I need you to stay. We need to discuss a few things.”
I don’t know why Tristan did what he did, but I’m so damn thankful.
Walking out of the office, I keep my distance from Taylor, not wanting to give the rumor anymore life. When we are a safe distance from the office, I finally speak. I keep my head straight and lower my voice in case anyone’s eavesdropping. “Did you know he would do that?”
“No.” She sounds stunned.
I am too.“We’ll talk later.” I cut in front of her and take her hand in mine, discreetly. I’m hopeful that the contact will help loosen the nerves that have taken up residence in her.
I step into the classroom first, Taylor trailing behind me. Everyone turns and stares. I clear my throat and walk to the head of the class, feeling all eyes on me. I turn, facing the student body.
“I apologize for the disruption.” I pull a book from my desk and raise it. “Today we will start a new book. Who here has read Jane Eyre?” A few hands raise. “Okay, not many of you. Well, lets see how much we can get through today.” I look at my watch, realizing being in Dr. Warren’s office took up half of the period. “You have the rest of the class to read.” I turn and sit at my desk.
The silence just makes it more obvious that everyone is snickering and whispering about us. If they thought I’d let them disrupt my class because of this, then they’re wrong.
I step to the front of my desk as the bell rings.“Everyone, wait.”