"Give me that bag. NOW!" I demand and both girls jump in surprise at the angry tone of my voice. They know they've been caught.
"Mr. Stone, I'm sorry. I’ll take it to my car. Just please don’t..."
"Give me the bag, Mallory.” I cut her off, “What are you girls thinking?"
"Mr. Stone, please don't tell on us. I was just trying to help," Olivia says.
"You have drugs on school grounds! I have no choice!"
"Drugs? You think we have drugs?" Mallory asks, eying me with a look of surprise.
"What else could be in the bag?" I question harshly, demanding an answer.
"It's just mace. I was worried for Mallory. Please, just don't tell on us." Olivia babbles and I immediately turn my attention to Mallory.
"Mallory, why would you possibly need mace?"
"It's nothing. Olivia is just a worry wart." Mallory says dismissing my question and again it pisses me off.
"You know mace is considered a weapon, and cause for expulsion. You better convince me, or I'm taking it to Mr. Stephens," I retort. If I have to bully her to find out who I need to beat the shit out of, well, then that's what I'll do. She sighs and then looks at me with a scared gaze and I almost stop breathing in anticipation of her reasoning.
"A man moved in next door to me. He's been watching me. The other day he...well, he scared me." If Olivia weren’t here with us, I would demand she take me to him. Mallory is such an easy target, she and her sister both are, two young girls living alone. My stomach dips a little just thinking about the danger she constantly faces.
Fuck! How can I protect her if she can't be mine? All I know is if someone lays one finger on Mallory Carter, I'll kill them myself.
Chapter 8
Mallory
“Your speech was amazing!” Olivia squeals as she almost tackles me with a hug. I can’t believe I’m officially done with high school and my much brighter future is just over the horizon. In a way, it's bittersweet. Call me crazy, but I actually liked school for the most part.
“Thank you! I can’t believe it's over,” I reply excitedly.
“Mallory, will you and your sister be joining us for dinner?” Olivia's mom asks with a sweet smile on her endearing face. I’ve grown very fond of that woman. She’s helped fill a void that my mother left by being absent, and I can never thank her enough.
“Not tonight. I’m sorry, we already made plans. Maybe I can stop by afterwards?”
“Sounds like a plan!” her mom says as she hugs me with the same pride and nurturing she uses with Olivia and it makes my heart leap in my chest a little bit. I watch as the two of them walk away, arm in arm and I smile to myself.
I’m happy watching my friend, knowing she has a loving mother at home. They're lucky to have each other. We, on the other hand, still haven’t heard from our mom. I don't expect to at this point. I accepted long ago that she deserted us. Amy and I decided to go visit our father's grave today. I want him to 'see' me in cap and gown. I know he’s just in the ground under my feet, but it makes me feel better. I wanted to let him know I was valedictorian, and that Amy and I are going to be just fine. For the first time in a while, I feel hopeful.
I rush through the enormous crowd in a hurry, trying to find my sister. This place is a madhouse; it's even more crowded than it was on the first day of school. This is one of the first times that my not having a cell phone has been a real problem. It would be so much easier to just call and ask where she is. Not knowing where to look, I decide it's best to just stand on the staircase and scan the crowd. As I reach the staircase, I feel a large hand on my arm. I don't need to turn around to know who it is; no other touch feels the way his does. I almost don't want to turn around because I can't stop thinking of how embarrassed I was on prom night. I obviously misread his intentions and I was left humiliated and, if I'm being honest, a little heartbroken. Thankfully, he never spoke of it again. I slowly turn to face him and as soon as my eyes meet his I’m completely awe struck at his effortless appeal. He was wearing a well-fitted black suit and tie earlier, but now his jacket is nowhere to be found, and his tie is lying lazily around the base of his now-exposed neck.
"Congratulations, Miss Carter," he says softly with a hand extended in my direction. The stare he has fixed on me keeps pulling me out of my fantasy and into the sad reality of me aching for his touch.
"Thanks, Mr. Stone," I say curtly, deciding to just leave it at that. I have no desire to embarrass myself any more than I already have. I walk away, getting lost in the mass of people again. Better to get lost in the crowd than lost in his eyes.
Lane
I've looked forward to graduation for the last five months. I've wanted her out of my class and life so the temptation would finally be gone. Trying to convince myself that it's a good thing, I take off out the door with my head down and drive home.
I've also been sexually frustrated since prom night. I ended things with Jill the day after and she hadn’t acknowledged me much since then. But my inner asshole takes over as I wonder to myself if she'd feel up to a quick booty call tonight? Or maybe I could pull an Eli. My cousin walks into a bar to simply pick up pussy. His motto is ‘hit it and quit it.’ I could do that. A quick fuck with no strings attached is exactly what I need right now.
Once I'm home, I take a quick shower and shave my face smooth. I feel like a horny frat boy with my cock practically busting the seam of my towel at the thought of ending this dry spell. I send Eli a text, asking him to meet me at Hansons. I mean, if there aren't any easy targets there, at least we can get wasted.
I head to my bedroom and quickly put on a pair of jeans when I hear a light knock at the door. I let out a little laugh; Eli is always ready to go out. He lives in the apartment complex across from me so it takes him no time to get over here. Not bothering with any other clothes, I rush to open the door for my cousin and I immediately stop dead in my tracks. What the FUCK is Mallory Carter doing at my door? I glance down at my crotch and see that my months of celibacy are showing. My cock is getting hard and putting a strain on my zipper, trying it's hardest to make its presence known. Traitor. What the fuck am I going to do?
Mallory
Oh. My. God. Mr. Stone is standing in front of me wearing a pair of jeans. That’s it. Embarrassed, I try to avoid eye contact with him. But what else can I look at? His chest? I wish! It's as sexy as I had imagined. Lower? God Mallory, get your mind off his dick, I chastise my wandering mind.
He’d left his jacket at school. The crowd had completely disappeared before I found Amy. She must’ve had the same idea I did before I ran into Mr. Stone. I went to the stairs and saw the jacket lying on the railing. I tried taking it to the office, but there wasn't anyone there. I looked inside and found a wallet and, wouldn't you know, it belonged to Lane Stone, 4414 Coyote Rd, Apartment 4F. I felt obliged to hand deliver it and now I wish I’d left it at the door.
"Well don't just stand there Mallory. Tell me why you're here," he says to me in an irritated tone, shifting his weight uncomfortably.
I can't find the words to answer him; my entire mind is occupied with the way his olive colored skin ripples over the muscles that cover his chest and stomach. I haven't been able to break my focus long enough to give him an answer, and as I begin to try he jerks me quickly out of the hall and into his apartment. Deep inside a small voice is telling me to run, but an even deeper need is telling me to stay.
"Speak," he barks at me.
"I ah.. Well, you left your wallet at the school and well... I thought I could drop it off." The words rush out of my mouth faster than I can think about how stupid they sound. I know I'm turning ten shades of red. With a tinge of fear, I look up into his dark brown eyes and see the restraint in his crumpled brow and the way he’s biting down on his deliciously plump bottom lip.
"Well, where is it?" he questions quickly while looking at my empty hands. Shit. I forgot.
"It's in my car. In your jacket. In my car. My car… it’s outside," I stumble.
His face finally starts to soften and I finally take a deep breath.
"Well, go get it," he says plainly, but my feet are plastered to the ground as I make a decision. If he rejects me-- no harm, no foul. I never have to see him again.
"Mr. Stone?"
"What?" he responds irritably, without looking me in the eye this time.
Calming my nerves I reply as confidently as I can: "I'm not your student anymore. I'm nineteen years old, and well aware of what I want.” Judging by the look on his, now almost purple, face he takes the hint.
"You ARE my student, Mallory. Go get my wallet and get the fuck out of here."
Finding bravery from God knows where, I walk towards him with every intention of feeling his body against my own. But as I get closer, he slowly retreats, walking backwards away from me until his back meets the wall and he has nowhere left to go.
"Mallory, please stop!" he begs quietly.
"Why? Please tell me why?"
"Because I'm dating Jill.... Err.... Miss Conley."
"No you're not. My sister overheard her talking tonight after graduation. Apparently she's already moved on with Coach Ward," I say confidently, exposing his lie. His face twists with anger as he grabs my wrist; swinging me around until my back is against the wall he was just pressed against.
His eyes are full of intent, but what his intent is I don’t know. It’s almost violent as he speaks, "Little girl, you have NO FUCKING IDEA what you’re doing." Slowly I feel fear rise inside me as that weak, little voice tries to tell me again that it’s best I leave. But deep in those brown eyes of his, a desire burns hot; I can feel it and it’s the only reason I haven’t run out screaming yet. He’s about eight inches taller than my 5'5 frame so he has to lean down when he wants to talk to me. With his face just inches from mine, I can feel the unevenness of his breathing as it cascades down my face and over my breasts as he speaks to me carefully.
"What do you want me to say Mallory? Do you want me to admit that I want to fuck my student? Do you want me to tell you I've wanted to fuck you since I saw you in the diner in that short little skirt?" His voice is almost a growl and his body is so close I can feel the vibration and heat coming from his chest as he speaks. Just as I'm about to ask a question, he starts talking again. "I want you to know something about me, Mallory. I don't give in to temptation. Go get my fucking wallet and leave it on my counter and then get the fuck out of my house."
After he finishes speaking, he locks eyes with me for a moment as he hesitantly backs up enough to release me. I walk quickly to the door but not before turning to get one more look at that magnificent man. There is an internal struggle. I can see it because it's written all over his tense body and lowered face. He wants me and I have to find a way to break his resolve, but how? I have no clue about all of this. I'm a virgin for Christ’s sake. I'm not exactly fuck buddy material. I don't know exactly what I'm going to do, but I only have a few minutes to figure it out.
Lane
My head is in a total mind fuck right now. When I was pressed against her I had hoped to scare her away but I failed. I could practically feel the lust rolling off her in waves. Even though I said I would never give into temptation, I wasn't convinced. That's why I asked her to leave the wallet on the counter. Leaving the room, I walk into my bedroom so I'm not faced with the temptation. If I see her again, I know what I'll do.
I want to bury my cock so deep in her that my name is the only name she can scream for as long as she lives. In my mind, I know this can't happen. But tell my cock that, I’m honestly freaking the fuck out.
"Lane," I hear her soft voice as she opens the door. Hearing the way her voice rolls over my name drives me crazy, I can feel her effect on me growing but I refuse to look in her direction. I can't. If I do, it's all over.
"Leave. Mallory. Turn around NOW and get the fuck out."
"No." She snaps back firmly and I can tell she’s serious this time. I can't help it. I lose it. But the moment I turn to say something, I’m frozen. Mallory is standing in front of me with nothing but those purple lace panties I’d been fantasizing about for months and a lace bra that matches. I’m stuck in place. Her pale skin is flawless, and the wave of red hair is hanging over her shoulders stopping suggestively just above her perfectly perky breasts. Her small, pink nipples are visible even through the thin, purple lace. I can see that they’re aching to be touched just as much as I’m aching to touch them. The internal struggle I’ve been up against since I first saw her becomes a war inside me as she slowly walks towards me. My crumbling resolve falls a bit more with every step she takes in my direction.
The moment she reaches me, she gently takes my hands and places them on her hips. Her silky skin burns my fingertips. Knowing I'm losing the will to fight this, I softly run my fingertips up her rib cage and feel the goose bumps on her soft skin being left in the trail behind my touch. A small moan escapes her pink lips and I feel the need to make her do it over and over again. I take a fistful of her hair and crash my lips to hers roughly. Her fragile mouth is open to my invasion and the moment I taste her on my tongue, I know without a doubt she will be marked by me. Our tongues are effortlessly dancing around each other. Needing to be closer, I pull her tighter against my hard body. Her fingers run softly up and down my back, and I could get lost in the feeling. She brings a hand forward and fumbles to get beneath the top of my pants. Fuck, I want this, but I have a brief moment of clarity that forces me to quickly grab her hand and back away.
“Leave, Mallory.” I beg.
“No,” she answers stubbornly, pissing me off. God, why doesn’t she get that this is wrong?
Once again, my eyes travel slowly over the body standing in front of me and the struggle is back. She's nineteen and innocent. She has her whole life ahead of her. We’re in two completely different places. Maybe that’s the angle I could use to get myself out of this situation, so I start speaking.
“Mallory you’re leaving for college next year. We’re just in different places in our lives and it’s best for the both of us if you go. Please.”
“I’m not asking for a marriage proposal. I’m just asking for sex!” she says casually, brushing off all of my reasoning. Although, in that moment, I’m reminded she isn’t innocent. She’s a whore. I reason that I’m not taking her innocence. Men have been there before me. Sure, that pisses me off, but Mallory likes sex. Hey, I did want a quick and no strings attached fuck.
“What do you want? Do you like being treated like a whore? I just don't get it,” I ask, just to clarify things. I need to make sure she doesn’t think she will be my girlfriend when we finish.
“For you to fuck me. Use me. Show me a good time,” she whispers bravely. I didn’t hear anything that makes me feel like she wants more and that makes up my mind. I stalk towards her and pick her up, grabbing her ass and squeezing it tightly. This little lace number she's wearing will be removed immediately.
“Fine, but you’ll leave my home and never return once it’s over.” I say, realizing I sound like a complete asshole.
“Ok.”
“Ok, baby. As long as you know you’re about to be fucked hard and kicked out afterwards.”
“Just fuck me, Lane!” she whispers demandingly. Hell yeah, I’ll fuck her. It's been way too long!
I carry her to the bed and toss her on it roughly. My mind and swollen cock are going haywire. I’ve wanted this for so long without being able to act on it that I may get off just thinking about it. I want to taste her and fuck her at the same time, as impossible as it is. My cock is screaming to be inside her, and that need will win, but first a quick taste. I grab her legs, spreading her open wide on my bed. I haven’t even touched her yet and I can tell her pussy is wet for me. The saliva starts pooling in my mouth and I’m suddenly starving for her. With my willpower gone, I kiss up her thighs, craving her on my tongue. These small kisses are causing her to squirm and I smile against her skin. As my lips get closer to her pussy, her clean girly scent invades my nos
e and my inner beast takes over. Not able to wait a second longer I take my fingers and slip them underneath her panties. I was right. She is soaked. Something inside me is driven mad and I take my other hand and rip her panties right off. Exposing her perfectly wet, pink pussy. The buzz in my head keeps getting louder until I find her core and take a long slow stroke with my tongue up her slit, finishing at her swollen clit. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! It’s like a delicacy only for me. I’ve never had something so sweet on my tongue. I slowly lap up her juices and savor the taste, swallowing greedily. Mallory’s hands grip my hair and she starts pushing my head into her pussy. “You’re a greedy girl Mallory. I like that.” I growl. I’m just as greedy as she is so I start licking fast and harder. I take her clit inside my mouth and suck as hard as I can.
“Oh. My. GOD! Lane. Oh. My…..” Mallory shouts and a rush of her juices fill my mouth. Making sure none of her sweetness escapes my tongue I start the long slow laps again, making sure I get to enjoy all of it as she struggles to regain her composure. Once she’s licked clean, I raise myself and quickly remove my jeans. My eyes gaze over her post orgasm body and my cock can wait no longer. She’s beautiful and the sexy grin she’s wearing reminds me I put it there. She enjoyed what I did. I fucking did that.
“One last chance, Mallory. One last chance to tell me no,” I remind her, hoping like hell she hasn’t changed her mind.
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