The Cost of Being Special (Survival of the Fittest Book 1)

by Shawn Keys

  She used her hands to take her weight so that she could slide off the desk and stood in front of him. “I’m glad you can see it. You’ve always seemed like a good young man. Maybe a little lost, but most of us were at your age.” She took a half-step toward him. Not more than a foot remained between them. Kyle swore he could feel the heat coming off the tips of her breasts. “I’ve felt your eyes on me all year.”

  There it is. She called me on it. “I, ahh… I mean, you see…”

  She shook her head, gently interrupting him. “We can’t always have what we want. But don’t deny that you want it.” Her feline smile emerged. “That you want me.” Another lingering pause. “Here’s another secret. Women respond to confidence. A man who isn’t afraid to lead while dancing is… appealing.” Her eyes were hooded with a certain heat. “A man can have a good heart and yet still be bold enough to say what he wants.”

  This can’t be happening. She can’t be serious.

  But…

  What if she was?

  “Do you understand?” She leaned forward just slightly, letting a few more inches disappear from between them. He could make out every detail on her proud face.

  Kyle swallowed hard. Say it, damn you! A hidden swell of courage got the word out. “Yes.”

  Her smile turned into a seductive tease. “Then, tell me… how do you want me?”

  Disbelief froze him in place. But she didn’t take back the sexy words.

  For a long, long moment, they remained staring into each other’s eyes, as if daring each other to flinch and turn away. Perhaps she didn’t think he had it in him. He certainly didn’t quite believe she was willing to let him.

  From a wellspring of courage that he didn’t know he had, Kyle reached out and did what he had longed to do from the first moment he had seen her. He opened his palm and cupped around her outer thigh in a light squeeze.

  She didn’t chase him away. Her gorgeous lips parted in a soft sigh at the pleasant contact.

  Encouraged, his hand caressed up and down, sampling the silky texture of her stockings over her toned skin below. The smooth firmness was everything he had always thought it would be.

  Her sigh deepened, and a haze of rising desire shrouded her eyes.

  Kyle felt a little light-headed. Was this really happening? Please, don’t let it end. Swallowing away the dryness in his throat, he extended his other hand and mirrored his first connection. Stroking along both of her outer thighs, it forced him a half-step closer to her.

  Strong yet supple, silk-covered thighs filled both his hands.

  Megan purred. She shifted from one leg to the other, pressing into his touch while letting him feel each leg ripple and flex beautifully.

  The throaty purr was full of sex appeal, and it urged Kyle on. His hands drifted upward, pushing her business skirt higher. They were so close that he couldn’t see what he was doing. He could only feel with his hands as the silk stockings became elastic-lace tops that kept them strapped around her upper-thighs. Then, he began to feel bare flesh as he pushed the skirt over the swell of her hips. His fingers grazed against the stretchy straps of her panties. His eyes flickered downward, though all he could see was her cleavage inside her blouse, her business suit and a hint of her stocking-clad legs.

  You want to. Do it, Kyle. Do it, or shut up forever about ever having the guts for anything ever again! Goaded by him own thoughts, he sank down Megan’s body.

  Going to one knee in front of her, his gaze filled with the glorious site of her legs fully revealed from under her skirt. Her silk-sheathed thighs were right there, closer than they had ever been. His hands continued to caress up and down them, but that wasn’t enough. He leaned in and kissed the inside of her right leg. Megan moaned at the contact. She eased her legs a little further apart, giving him access and room to play. He shifted to her other leg, hugging it closer as he roamed his mouth up and down their length. He could have worshipped her legs for hours, and she seemed inclined to let him, sighing and pressing into his touch.

  But inevitably, his gaze wandered above the end of her stockings and took in the breathtaking sight of her black, lingerie-style panties. It was little more than a thong, barely covering her modesty with translucent lace. He brushed his hands over her hips and took hold of the side straps. Going slow, still half-expecting her to grab his hands and stop him before things went too far, he peeled the underwear downward. She gasped softly, but didn’t pull away. He ran his hands down her silk-covered legs, feeling every inch as he swept the panties away.

  Then his focus was on what lay between her legs. Rather than object, his history teacher shifted her legs apart a little, inviting him in. Inviting him to see the small puff of dark hair that cloaked her puffed slit, already dripping with her excitement.

  It was then Kyle fully realized something. This isn’t just my fantasy. She’s living out one of her own. She’s not supposed to want this. She loves attention, but her position at the school meant she couldn’t ever be more than a sex symbol. Until now. Because of who I am, she has the permission of society to live out her fantasy of not only being watched… but, finally, touched.

  That sudden realization freed Kyle a little. She was no longer just doing him a favor. She wanted this as badly as he did.

  Nothing in his turbulent early sex life had prepared him for this. He leaned in and kissed a woman’s netherlips for the first time. Instinctively, he stretched out his tongue and lapped at the taste of her. Breaking past her labia, he wandered his tongue between her folds.

  She moaned for more. “A little higher. A little deeper.” She guided him. When he found the nub of her clit, she melted into him, her hands running into his hair. She begged softly, “Keep going. Oh, yes. Ohh, right… there… mmm hmm… a little more… in a circle… harder… yes… suck… suck on it… yes… harder… ohhhh, yeeeesssss!” She crested over the edge and came in a sweet rush. Her excitement spilled out of her and ran down her leg in a way Kyle could only describe as both lewd and beyond hot.

  As she trembled in the wake of her orgasm, Kyle wiped his mouth and grinned in triumph. She had led him through it, but he would remember this. There was no doubting the rush of confidence he felt. He stood back up, meeting her eye to eye.

  She was breathing with sensual depth, her chest rising and falling inside her blouse. Even though she had a tousled look, briefly satisfied, she still possessed an Amazonian strength to her. Her proud chin was challenging. She was no wilting flower; she was a queen that would never surrender. She demanded to be conquered.

  Kyle discarded all his uncertainty. He was past the point of no return. He had to embrace the same personality he had in the sparring ring. No backing down. Stand tall. He took a bold hold of her hips. “Turn around, Meg…” A pause. That wasn’t right.

  A wry smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Turn around… Ms. Clarke.” He grinned. Oh yeah. It sounded so much naughtier that way.

  Her answering smile was almost a smirk, understanding the game he was playing. “What do you want with me, Mr. Hutchings?”

  He applied pressure to her hips, spinning her in place. Her heels clicked on the hard floor as she half-staggered through the spin, making him expend the effort to turn her forcefully into the position he desired.

  His hand swam up her spine, sampling the firm muscles of her back. He arrived at the point between her shoulder blades and pushed down commandingly. With a shiver of anticipation, she obeyed. Arching her back a little, she bent over the desk.

  Her husky voice came to him. She wasn’t only goading him on. She was dwelling in her own fantasy, describing it as much for her own lust as his. “Is this how you want me? From behind? You want to take your prize? Is this how you dreamed of having me? Each time your eyes were on me… every time you saw my legs… this is what you wanted to do to me?”

  Kyle growled, wanting her so badly he could taste it. Combined with the real taste of her juices on his tongue, he was beyond ready for her. “Yes. And now you’r
e mine, aren’t you?” He nudged her feet apart, widening her stance to further expose her. Her high heels slid on the tile, skittering as he opened her. Once again, she didn’t give him anything, but moaned in lust as he positioned her to be mounted. He clawed at his own pants, holding her in place as he pushed his jeans down and kicked them away with feverish haste.

  About to lose his mind, he pushed her business skirt higher, up over her firm behind. His hands grabbed hold of her flesh, savoring the feel of her pert flesh pushing back against his palms. “You know what this could lead to, don’t you Ms. Clarke? You know what I’m going to do?”

  His strong hands were a surprise to her. Like so many, she didn’t know the strength in his grip, nor the hidden power inside his lean body. She was rocked into her desk, pinned to the wood as he manipulated her flesh. Shivering with desire, she gasped, “Do it, Mr. Hutchings. Breed me, if you dare!”

  Hanging free, he grasped his hard spear and rubbed the tip into her slit. Dragging it up and down to wallow in her wetness. He hadn’t often had his manhood against a woman’s sex, and the slick poetry of the moment nearly stunned him. But he heard her cooing softly to him, letting out another soft moan of need, and that summoned him from his daze. He settled his glans into place against her hot core. With a deliberate roll of his hips, he thrust a couple inches into her.

  Her hands reached out to grab the desk, surprise making her gasp. “Ohh, damn, you are thick… ohh… ohhh, my…”

  He plunged deeper, goaded on by her sexy words. He knew this wasn’t her just saying things; after Lily’s reaction, he was beginning to understand that he was gifted in more than one way. He felt her stretching open as he penetrated further and further into her tight vagina.

  She clenched around him, and her desperate cries continued to stroke his ego. “Arrraahhh… you’re long too! Oh, damn… damn damn damn…” Her teeth clenched, and she hissed through them, “Not… sure… I can take… ohh… more… ohh, damn, you’re a monster… mmmmmmm!” She struggled, and he bottomed out inside of her. She whimpered as she took him to the hilt.

  Riding high on her praise, Kyle asked, “Are you ready, Ms. Clarke?”

  “Yes!” There was no hesitation. Only need.

  Instinct drove him on. What he lacked in skill, he tried to make up for in enthusiasm and chasing what felt right. When she gasped louder, he took that as a good sign and tried to replicate the angle of his thrusts to make her scream even more. The wet velvet of her sex rippled around him, and Kyle lost himself in the sweet heaven of ravishing the woman he had lusted after for nearly a year.

  Her fantasy fulfilled, Ms. Clarke crashed over into her own orgasm. That echoed into another. The thick cock pounding her from behind never stopped, and the rising ferocity of Kyle’s fucking only kept the wave going.

  She came hard around him. The added heat was perfect and Kyle lost his own control. No matter how much he wanted to hold off inside her sweet body, he couldn’t resist the primal need in his blood. His seed pumped in hot splashes into her core, filling her womb and setting fire to the last few nerve endings he had not reached while plundering of her sex.

  Feeling him release inside of her set off another orgasm in Megan, fulfilling the last part of this fantasy. Not just being taken by one of her class, but the very real desire to be impregnated for all the reasons that mattered to her. She grasped backward at him, wrapping her hands around his hips. “No! Don’t leave! Stay… stay inside me. Let… just… let it fill me… a little longer.” Feeling him rest against her, she relaxed onto the desk with a groan of satisfaction. His shaft throbbed again, pumping a little more of his seed into her. She groaned again, wiggling her behind to coax him into another small squirt. She was determined to milk him for every last bit. “So… warm… mmmmmmmm…”

  Kyle hugged her from behind, slipping his hands down to renew his caresses along her silk stockings that he admired so much. Petting her, his phallus gave a few last throbs of pleasure inside of her. Kyle could never remember feeling so content.

  Even the best of moments had to end. She was a warm heaven around him, but instinct whispered into his mind and convinced him that the right moment had come. He eased out from inside her and gave her room to recover herself.

  Ms. Clarke didn’t move right away. Sighing softly, she asked, “Do you see my purse, lover? Right there, by my desk? Can you slide it my way?” Kyle did, and she fished out a pair of slightly less risqué panties from within. Apparently, she walked around prepared. They were still fashionable, made of stretchy lycra that would hug to all of her intimate curves. Unlike her thong-shaped ones from before, they covered much more of her skin. Kyle wondered if they would be useful in keeping his seed inside of her instead of letting it spill down her legs.

  With a contented sigh, his teacher pried herself off the desk and slipped up on the top. Sitting on the wood, once more the queen on her throne, her eyes found his and she smiled. “That was wonderful.”

  He had no words that could possibly describe it. “That pretty much says it all.” He had no idea what to do now.

  Helping him out, Ms. Clarke said, “You know you can come to me again, right?”

  Kyle’s mouth ticked open a little. He had been so sure this was a single moment for her, fulfilling a fantasy in a rush of rash, poor judgment. “Umm, seriously?”

  She laughed, understanding his confusion. “This was… sort of spontaneous. I know. But that doesn’t change what I said. I believe in what society needs to be doing. Every man and every woman need to play their part. Here.” She produced a card from her purse and handed it to him. “My address and phone number are on that. No pressure, Kyle. I know there will be more girls that are interested. More than a few, probably. Especially when word gets around about… well…” Her eyes flickered down to his exposed shaft still slick with their shared juices.

  Flushing red, Kyle grabbed hold of his jeans and started to put them back on.

  She pouted, “Oh, don’t put him away.”

  “Ms. Clarke!”

  She grinned. “I know, I’m being terrible. But he is… well, very friendly and very nice.” Her smile smoothed a little. “Sex is mostly about caring for the other person. Wanting them to feel good. I felt that from you. You’re going to be a hell of a lover, Kyle. But I could teach you a little. Come to me again. Please. I’ll get what I want, and what our world needs. And you… well, I can show you how to make a woman really scream.”

  There is no way I’m not going to be at her house every night for the rest of my life. He laughed at himself, but that was the immediate response from his libido and the animal part of his brain. “I’ll call you, Ms. Clarke. Really, you better believe it!”

  She smirked. “Really? Still not ‘Megan’?”

  His charm was coming easier and easier as he absorbed the fact that they had just had sex. That she had just experienced more than a couple orgasms because of him ravishing her against a desk. The distance didn’t seem as great between them, and his lack of experience was counting for less and less. His smile came much more naturally as he teased her, “It still sounds way naughtier that way.”

  She grinned back. “Very well, Mr. Hutchings.” As he fought his jeans back over his still-half-engorged phallus, she tapped her fingernails thoughtfully on the desk again. “I was wondering, do you take French as part of your curriculum?”

  Not sure where this was going, Kyle nodded. “Pretty much all the humanities. Those are what I ignored last time through school.”

  She smiled, knowing the type. Those bound for Engineering and the Sciences often put those classes on the back-burner in favor of the math courses that would get them scholarships in their chosen fields. “Wonderful. Ms. Laurier is your professor?”

  “Yeah, she is.”

  “She is a very, very close friend of mine. You might be interested in knowing she has a fairly well-developed social conscience as well. I’ve made sure of that. She tends to listen to me.”

  Kyle choked a little
. Struggling to understand, Kyle was shocked by the total lack of jealousy coming from her. She’s sending me to have sex with one of her peers! This is insane! Aloud, he managed to ask, “Why are you doing this, Ms. Clarke? I mean, it’s super flattering, but…”

  Sliding off the desk, Megan Clarke stepped into his arms and did what she hadn’t done yet. She kissed him. Tender and sweet, she kissed him until his lips tingled. Pulling away a little, she said, “Let me tell you another secret. There’s one other in this school like you. Give it time, and you’ll probably figure out who it is. I gave him the same chance, and he took it.” She shuddered. “It wasn’t very pleasant. I never approached him again, and I never will. He came back a couple times, enjoying the power of it, I guess. I promised I would never say no until I found someone more worthy.”

  There was no shame in her voice. She was who she was, and she wasn’t about to apologize for that. Given how wonderful she was being to him, Kyle wasn’t going to judge her.

  She added, “But now I have a choice. He never got me pregnant, and now…” She smiled at Kyle. “I know whose child I’d rather carry.” She shrugged. “I never gave him any other name to flirt with. I would never have encouraged him like I am doing for you. Ms. Laurier is a special friend of mine in a way I don’t want to get into. I know she will enjoy experiencing something special with you. Feel free to mention I sent you. That might make things a little easier for you. She… well, like I said, she listens to me when I tell her things.” A subtle but devilish smirk grew on her face for just a moment.

  Kyle really didn’t know what to do with that. Though, it made him want to know more.

  Megan went on, “I think you’ll make her as happy as you made me. This might be a gift for you, but remember to fulfill her wishes, too. That’s my first lesson. Same with any girl. Be their fantasy. Ask what they want and give it to them. Alright?”

  Kyle glowed inside, feeling the trust she was offering. “I will. This was incredibly special…” He fought back to what felt like an even footing with her. “…Megan. Whatever else we do; I’m going to remember this forever.”