by Fields, Cat
‘Is this a trick question?’ he asked.
Blue shook her head.
‘Well, yes, of course.’ Adam felt the blush creeping up his neck. He wanted nothing more than to sink to his knees before her and marvel at her perfection.
‘This is a test, isn’t it?’ Adam panicked, thinking he should not be here. This situation was quite bad. What was he doing? What was Blue doing?
‘No.’ She smiled sweetly, putting a hand on his thigh.
‘We barely know each other. We met yesterday.’ Adam blurted.
‘Exciting isn’t it?’ She smiled.
Adam nodded fervently. ‘Very,’ he agreed, breathless. His stomach was doing flips. He didn’t think he would be able to contain himself much longer. It had been so long.
‘You seem to be struggling.’ She slid her hand higher up his thigh.
‘Don’t torture me,’ Adam said, scrunching up his eyes.
‘Why not?’
‘Because I might do something stupid.’ Adam was on the verge of begging. He opened his eyes to see Blue give an indifferent shrug.
Adam didn’t need telling twice. His lips came crashing down upon hers, his arms wrapping around her tightly. Blue responded with such enthusiasm that she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed him back against the sofa. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, and she parted them, allowing him entrance to her mouth. Their tongues swirled, and lashed against each other.
Adam sat up, and removed Blue from him. She gave him a questioning look, but understood when Adam sunk to his knees on the carpet, in front of her.
Her parted her thighs slowly, tenderly to view the black panties she wore. Blue’s bosom rose and fell rapidly, with each weighted breath she took. Adam wanted to feel her, to taste her.
She opened her thigh’s wide for him, a blush forming on her cheeks. Adam trailed his hand along the inside of her thigh, until he came to the thin black fabric that shielded her womanhood from him. Using his middle finger, he stroked the fabric, feeling how moist it had become from her arousal. Adam gave a guttural growl of approval. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Pulling her panties to one side, Adam gazed upon her sweet cunt, glistening with juices. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. He used his thumb to part her folds and feel the warm, slick wetness before sinking a thick finger inside of her. Christ, she was so tight.
Blue gasped and curled her toes into the carpet. Adam leaned forwards and inhaled her sweet scent, drowning in the aroma. Suddenly, Blue’s hands were in his hair, guiding him towards her aching slit. He pressed his mouth to her wet cunt, groaning as her taste filled his mouth.
Adam submerged another thick finger into her womanhood, as he began to flick her clit with his tongue. She writhed on the sofa, running her hands through his hair, and gripping tightly. She forced his mouth against her pussy, her thighs closing around his head. He ate her hungrily, his cock twitching with want as he listened to her groan. She bucked her hips to meet his mouth, fucking his tongue and grinding against his face. Fuck, he loved it. He wanted her so bad. He grazed her engorged clit with his teeth, rolling the bud against his tongue.
Blue’s breathing became erratic and she gripped his hair tightly, grinding her hips against him. Adam slipped a third finger inside her wet cunt and began massaging them in and out. She was absolutely dripping now. Blue’s whole body shook with pleasure.
‘Fuck,’ she groaned. Her thighs tightened involuntarily and with a great shudder, Adam knew that she was about to come.
He felt the walls of her womanhood tighten, and spasm around his fingers. He tortured her clit, rolling it back and forth between his teeth. Her nails dug into his scalp as she cried out, shaking from head to foot. Her sweet honey drenched his hands, and he lapped it up, gladly.
She sat there on the couch, panting, her grip upon him limp.
Adam stood up and a small smile played her lips. She pulled him down to her, and kissed him fiercely, tasting herself on his lips.
Her mouth left his lips and travelled along his jaw, trailing a blazing path to his throat. She took his earlobe in between her teeth and suckled gently. Adam’s breath caught in his throat, and escaped as a low hiss.
She was panting as she helped him remove his shirt as quickly as possible.
Before Adam could change his mind, Blue was on her knees in front of him, toying with his zipper.
‘Christ,’ Adam said through gritted teeth. He was going mad.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she freed his aching erection. It sprung from his pants, eager for her touch.
Blue wrapped her hand around his shaft and began stroking him slowly, massaging his cock before he felt the warm cavern of her mouth enclose around his head. Adam thread his fingers through her short hair, gripping it in tufts. She moaned throatily, her voice vibrating against his throbbing shaft. Adam was going insane.
His cock was in her mouth, and she was flicking the tip of her tongue against his swollen knob. Adam bucked his hips, fucking her eager mouth. The warmth, the wetness would drive him insane. He forced his cock deeper into her mouth. She took all of him, right into the back of her throat. Blue looked up at Adam, and he couldn’t help but groan. Her eyes glinted mischievously. She licked, and sucked, taking all of him, until he couldn’t hold on any longer. The orgasm tore through him like an electric current, and the white-hot surge came, spilling into her mouth. Adam was groaning as her tongue lapped it all up, swallowing every last drop.
His knees buckled, and Adam collapsed onto the sofa.
Blue crawled next to him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
He was speechless. He couldn’t believe what had just happened.
~
An hour later, Blue was looking around his living room. ‘You have a lot of books,’ she noted.
‘I like to read,’ he replied simply.
‘Shakespeare?’ She pulled a face.
Adam laughed. ‘Not so much, but I need to be familiar with the text. I teach. That’s why I moved here. I got a new job.’
‘Where do you teach?’ she asked slowly.
Adam frowned. Blue looked slightly upset.
‘I got a job at the local high school as head of the English department,’ he explained.
Blue swallowed hard and went a little stiff. Adam wasn’t quite sure why this news was particularly alarming, so he changed the subject.
‘Are you okay?’ He asked, placing his hand on her thigh.
‘I feel a little sick,’ she said removing his hand from her.
‘Maybe you had too much wine?’
‘Maybe.’ She half-heartedly agreed. ‘I feel a little dizzy.’
‘Would you like to lie down?’ Adam suggested.
‘Actually I think I should go home. It’s getting late,’ she said.
Oh, all right. I’ll walk you to your door.’ Adam offered, placing a hand around her waist.
‘It’s okay. I’ll manage.’ She said coolly, shaking him off.
‘Thanks for the cake and company,’ He said, slightly confused as to why she was acting so cold.
‘That’s okay. I’ll see you soon.’ She didn’t look happy about it.
They stood there awkwardly for a moment before Blue smiled nervously and left through the front door.
Adam was in a bit of a daze as he floated to his bedroom and flopped down onto the mattress.
~
Adam did not see Blue emerge from her home for several days. There was no sign of life from the house next door. Perhaps Adam had slipped up. Was there are picture of Madeline somewhere in the sitting room? No, he was sure there wasn’t. There was no explaining her odd behaviour.
Adam was worried about his wife returning home. He had been unfaithful, something he had never done before, and he felt terrible.
His biggest fear was Blue coming to the house and meeting Madeline, however Blue seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth.
Inevitably, Madeline returne
d home from her business trip, ranting and raving about multiple clients that Adam didn’t care about. He was preoccupied. He started his first day of work at the high school tomorrow.
~
Adam entered the classroom of the first lesson of the term. There was a sea of students already seated, jabbering away. They hadn’t even noticed him enter. Adam knew that he must assert his dominance over the class. First impressions were everything.
He began, as usual, by writing his name upon the black board.
Mr. Archer.
Turning around he saw that none of the students had bat an eyelid. Adam hoped that this senior class would not be too troublesome – they were the advanced class after all. Surely they had some interest in English Literature if they had been chosen for the highest scoring class. Adam looked at his watch and timed the students to see how long it would take them to stop talking completely. They seemed to notice and the talking gradually died away.
After five minutes, all of the students were quiet, watching Adam expectantly.
‘Hm. Five minutes,’ he told them. ‘That is how long it took you to stop talking. That is how long you will remain in this classroom after the lunch-time bell has rung.’
The students began to protest loudly, but Adam simply looked at his watch again, to commence timing. They shut up immediately, scowling at him.
‘Excellent,’ Adam clapped his hands together. ‘Now, as you can see, I am Mr. Archer, the new head of the English department. If you want to pass Advanced English Literature, you’re going to have to get past me.’
The teens looked at each other warily. Adam cracked a smile.
‘I don’t mind talking in my class, feel free to chat to the person next to you – but please do not talk whilst I am talking, okay? If you can follow that rule, I’m sure we’ll get along great.’
This seemed to lighten their moods. A few of the girls smiled at him.
Adam pulled out the class roll, and began checking off names. He looked up at each person and tried to remember their faces. He liked knowing each individual student.
‘Mary Black?’
A mousy girl raised her hand and announced herself present.
‘Jessica Cohen?’
A chubby red head threw up her hand.
‘David Forrester?’
A bespeckled boy with a high voice said ‘here’.
‘Rose Goldman?’
No response. Adam looked up and searched the sea of students to see if anyone had raised their hands.
‘Rose Goldman?’ he repeated.
Slowly, the student’s heads began to turn, facing the back of the class. Adam followed their gaze, his eyes searching for what they were looking at.
A trembling hand slowly rose into the air, and Adam felt his stomach drop at the sight of Rose Goldman.
It was Blue.
Adam felt the colour drain from his face. She was here. In his class. There must be a mistake.
Suddenly, Adam understood why Blue had left in such a hurry one week ago. He had told her about his new job – his new job at the local high school. Christ. Adam had already fucked up his new job, before he had even started it. No wonder she had vanished off the face of the earth after their encounter.
Adam realised that he had been standing motionless for far too long. Clearing his throat loudly, his hands shaking, he continued down the list of names.
Adam tried very hard to stay calm for the remainder of the lesson. The students seemed to notice his loss of confidence.
Finally, when the bell rang, Adam tried to catch Blue’s eye, hoping she would see him after class. He needed to explain – he needed her to promise that she wouldn’t tell a soul what had happened between them.
However, as soon as the bell rang, she was the first person out of the door. She kept her head low, and did not make eye contact.
Christ. What If she told someone? He had to talk to her before anyone found out.
~
Adam didn’t want to draw attention to himself. The only way to talk to Blue … no … Rose Goldman was to ask her to remain after class. He couldn’t approach her in the school yard, and he most certainly would not go and knock upon her door.
The following day, during the period before lunch, Adam tried to catch Rose Goldman talking whilst he was. He didn’t have to wait long. Barely ten minutes into the class and she was muttering to the person adjacent.
‘You there,’ he pointed a finger at her. ‘No talking. See me after class.’
Rose Goldman scowled and stopped talking.
Adam handed out the literature they would be studying that term accompanied by an assignment. They were to read the text and supply a detailed analysis of the themes presented by next week.
‘An assignment?’ One of the boys exclaimed. ‘Already? It’s only the second day of class!’
Adam stopped handing out the books and turned to the boy that had spoken. Dean McGregor, a tall, and muscular boy.
‘Yes, Mr. McGregor, an assignment,’ Adam said coolly. ‘This is Advanced English Literature.’
Grumbling, the class flipped open their books and turned to page one.
By the end of the lesson, everyone was thoroughly miserable. The students slouched from the classroom, muttering darkly about having an assignment due the very next week. Adam didn’t care though. He was waiting for Blue to stay behind at the end of class.
Once the others had filed out, Adam looked up from his desk to see her still sitting in her seat. Everyone else was now at lunch. It was just the two of them.
Adam walked up to her desk, his legs like jelly. She didn’t look up, or acknowledge his presence.
‘We need to talk,’ he said in an undertone. He waited for her to look up, but she didn’t.
‘What about?’ she said, an edge to her voice.
‘You know what,’ Adam said through gritted teeth.
She shrugged, nonchalant. ‘It’s not me who is in deep shit.’
Adam’s throat felt tight. ‘How was I supposed to know?’
Blue shrugged.
‘How … how old are you?’ Adam didn’t know if he wanted to hear the answer.
‘Eighteen,’ she replied.
Well, at least she was legal. The age of consent in this state was sixteen. Regardless, Adam may still be in a lot of trouble.
‘Christ.’ Adam pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘I thought you were older. At least twenty-one. What the fuck is a eighteen year old girl doing, inviting herself over grown men’s houses?’
Blue looked up at him angrily. ‘I was house-sitting,’ she said. ‘My friend’s parents paid me to stay in the house for a few days, and walk their dog, Jett.’
No wonder she had vanished off the face of the earth. She had gone back to her own house.
‘I wanted to do something crazy,’ she said. ‘So I told you a fake name.’
Adam sat down in the chair adjacent, his face in his hands.
‘I don’t know what to do,’ he said. ‘I suppose I could transfer you from my class -’
‘Don’t kick me out of your class,’ she stood, looking down at him.
‘What other choice do I have?’ Adam said, standing also. ‘I can’t keep you in my class –’
Blue shook her head vigorously. ‘I need this class to get into the university I want to go to. Maybe you should go back to your old job before -’
Adam grabbed her by the arm. ‘Don’t you dare tell a soul what happened between … between us.’
Blue’s eye were wide, and for a moment Adam wanted to kiss her again. No. Fuck. What was wrong with him?
‘I swear, I won’t tell anyone what happened,’ she said.
Adam dropped his hands to his side and sighed. ‘Get out of my sight.’
Blue scurried from the room as fast as she could.
~
Adam couldn’t get Rose Goldman out of his head for days. He avoided looking at her during classes, and avoided the place where she sat for lunch. The only words th
ey shared with one another was during roll call, when she announced herself present. Adam wanted to put as much distance between himself and his attractive student. After what had happened between them, he could not help but be attracted to her. Every now and then she would float across his mind. He imagined the way she had taken his whole cock in her mouth. Where the fuck did a school girl learn to do that? She probably thought she would never see him again.
The day that the ‘dreaded assignment’ was due, Adam felt a sense of anticipation. He was curious to see how intelligent these kids were. Mostly, he wanted to know how intelligent Rose was. He walked in between the rows of desks, collecting each student’s assignment. To his surprise, everyone handed it in. Not a single person was late.
‘I’m impressed,’ he told them. ‘Not a single person forgot.’
He flicked through the pages that he had collected, and noticed that the messiest handwriting by far was Rose’s.
At three o’clock that afternoon, Adam sat in his office, scanning over the assignments. A red pen dangled from his mouth, and he tapped his foot impatiently. He circled spelling errors liberally.
Knock, knock, knock. Someone wrapped gently on his door.
‘Come in,’ Adam called. He had expected it to be a fellow teacher, as the school day had ended half an hour ago.
Looking up, he saw that Rose stood in the doorway.
Adam stood at once, knocking his chair to the floor.
‘Blue,’ he said.
‘It’s Rose, remember?’ she stepped into his office and closed the door behind her. Adam wished she hadn’t done that.
‘You shouldn’t be here,’ he told her.
She shrugged and walked across the office until she stood by his desk, ‘I wanted to talk to you about the assignment.’
Adam didn’t believe her.
‘What about it?’
‘Have you looked at it yet?’ She asked.
‘No,’ Adam replied. ‘I haven’t gotten to yours yet. I am sceptical that I will even be able to read it.’
Rose’s cheeks flushed pink, and he was suddenly reminded of the expression she had pulled when coming. He remembered the way she had writhed against the sofa, and how she had grinded her pussy against his mouth. Adam’s trousers twitched. He shook the thoughts from his mind.