My Forbidden Mentor

by Laura Mills

  “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want to do,” he said in a quiet voice behind her ear.

  She stiffened while his hands completely embodied her arms. Those long fingers of his extended down to reach her clutching hands, then in slowing progress they would trail back up to her shoulders.

  This is too much, Melissa thought, watching the sliding motion of his fingers, knowing it would be too easy for him to warm the rest of her body if she let him. “What does that mean exactly?” she asked, wishing he’d give her a straight answer once and for all. As if reading her mind, a dense heat developed against her buttocks. Her naivety wasn’t so much not to know that his body was having a reaction to hers. A masculine reaction. She had gotten her answer even if he hadn’t verbalized it.

  He’d grown erect inside the concealment of his pants and was expanding at a steady pace while his fingers slid across her smooth skin. As much as he tried to hold back and not get excited, his body had other ideas. He was sure she could feel him, feel his body responding to hers. His control was getting worse. He hadn’t been with a woman since the day he met Melissa, which was hard enough to fathom. He’d had plenty of opportunities but a particular student of his had claimed all of his attention.

  His hands trailed over her arms again, feeling her skin, which was smooth like satin. Getting caught up in his adventure, he kept remembering the way she looked into his eye’s moments ago, making her signals seem so apparent. He could tell that she wanted him, but her inexperience left it up to him to control their momentum. He’d restrained himself long enough without touching her, and now with just the stroking of her arms, he needed to touch more, if only to bring her pleasure this time. It would be enough to satisfy his initial curiosity.

  His fingers lifted strands of hair away from her neck. He leaned forward as his hands were drifting down to the sides of her breasts and touched his lips to the side of her neck. Leaving a soft kiss, he then whispered in her ear, “It means I’ve been thinking a lot about you, Melissa. In intimate ways,” he confided.

  His kiss on her neck created a whole new sensation, one that streamed down from where his lips touched to the depths of her nervous stomach. His hands, now cupping her clothed breasts, tempted the next words she spoke. “And I of you,” she finally admitted on a shaky breath, feeling bold and unsure at the same time, caught up in disbelief that she had admitted to him the same kind of thoughts he’d had.

  A silky sensation coursed through his body when he heard confirmation of their mutual desires. His hands closed over her bosom and squeezed. He heard her moan and watched her eyes close in response. Her fingers dug deeper into his thighs and her head fell back against his shoulder. “I want to feel them naked,” he whispered along the arch of her neck.

  Her breathing escalated at his request and she couldn’t answer. Without any verbal disapproval from her, his fingers began unbuttoning her top. “So many… buttons,” he muttered, out of breath.

  The rising in her chest increased as buttons came undone. When he started opening her top shivering cool air touched her skin, causing her eyes to open and her hands to clasp over his. “Perhaps we should stop?” she suggested, not wanting to, but was she ready for this? She needed to stop this. She wouldn’t be that easy for him.

  He’d already had a glimpse of her ripeness and wanted to explore the curves of her figure, so with coaxing words he persuaded, “Relax, trust me.” He took a light nip at her earlobe. “I just want to feel you,” he reassured her.

  While analyzing her reasons to give in or stop, his hands beneath hers began fondling her exposed bosom, sending waves of tingling sensations that spread down to her thighs and making them quiver. The exquisite torment traveled upward in response to her nipples hardening under the back and forth movement of his fingertips. That shooting pain of desire from his teasing fingers had made the decision for her. She wanted to sample what he had to offer.

  As soon as her hands released their grip, he gained a better grasp around her breasts. Lifting them and feeling their full weight made him groan in approval.

  Melissa closed her eyes when hearing him groan, losing herself to the warmth of his hands and gentle rolling motions of his fingers upon the tips of her breasts. They began breathing in unison, reaching higher levels of excitement and agony in this unforgettable moment that only they would share.

  Even though there were no words spoken, her moans of pleasure directed him to advance, knowing she was drinking in every detail of this experience. His right hand drifted down to place itself between her legs. When he tried cupping the curved shape of her he heard her sigh, which made his caressing fingers grab at the hem of her skirt and bunch it around her waist. He could feel her eyes watching him with curiosity and he saw that her legs were trembling from his exploratory touch. It was then he commanded, “Open for me.”

  Melissa froze at his request. This is really happening, this is not a dream.

  “I want to pleasure you Melissa,” he said with a voice growing hoarse. “Only with my fingers,” he reassured her.

  She was shaking inside as her mind shouted to stop any proceeding actions for it would just bring an unwanted outcome, but her heart screamed that her attraction to this man, her mentor, went beyond mere interest. She’d become emotionally attracted to this man as well as physically. Enjoying the pleasure he was giving her at the moment made that realization abundantly clear. His seductive ways made it impossible to resist.

  She followed his instructions, watching in amazement as his fingers loosened the set of ties on her drawers, slipping beneath them and through damp golden curls. Without delay he found her singular spot of pleasure and began slow circular movements. Her breath caught when an explosive sting invaded her body. Her eyes closed and her body shuddered to every burning sensation he caressed into her. She didn’t sound like herself when a deep moan of pleasure escaped her throat. Her body wasn’t behaving normally when her fingers ingrained themselves into his thighs. Losing control, her head tipped back against his shoulder with force. His probing fingers were magic.

  John comprehended the change in her body. His face brushed through her long golden hair, inhaling its scent while shutting his eyes to take in all the new wonders of her. His mouth found her ear, sending a blaze of heat with the one word he murmured, “Melissa.”

  Her closed eyes fluttered and her mouth parted at the way he spoke her name. Gasping breaths came faster when his stroking finger sought the opening of her womanhood.

  Her body started at his movement and a small sound escaped her mouth, “Oh.” Feeling defeated, her hips began moving with his rhythmic strokes. She prayed in silence for John not to stop, never stop this wonderful sensation.

  “Yes,” John whispered in response. He could tell she was almost there. He’d watched her reach an uncontrollable state, making the tension in his pants increase to outstanding proportions. She was sultry and responsive to every movement he evoked.

  Melissa submerged, becoming mystified by his touches. He had control over her whole body. Profound pleasure came from everywhere his fingers aroused. What is he doing? I’ve never felt anything like this. “John?” she started to ask in a moaned tone of bewilderment, but was unable to finish for her body drowned out any more speech ability, sending her into a spiral of floating waves.

  “That’s it, kiss me,” he told her. She started to turn toward him and, sensing her loss of concentration, he lunged forward, taking her mouth with his. Able to stifle both of their groans, he continued kissing her while his fingers still caressed. Once she began to relax his mouth let go of hers but stayed lingering close as they mingled exhausted breaths of air.

  “What just happened?” she asked, fascinated. “I never imagined . . . I didn’t know if I could take much more,” she admitted.

  His handsome mouth grinned, knowing she could and she would when the time was right. “That’s just the beginning, sweetheart,” he told her, as both of his hands went to her waist and were pulling her
buttocks tighter against his evident arousal. “You haven’t had this part of me inside you yet,” he informed her with confidence.

  His bold words added new excitement to her depleted body. Feeling a part of him pushing against her, knowing he wanted in, added shivers to the eager feelings he had created. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have him inside her, how it would feel beyond the initial pain, but as the blissful fog around her began to clear reality set in. Why had she thought that far ahead? Although she couldn’t deny the pleasure she had just experienced she’d let it go too far. Now it wouldn’t be the same. It couldn’t be, not after this, certainly not if they had . . . joined. This wasn’t proper. He was her mentor and she was his student. It should be nothing more than business between them. “Oh dear, this should never happen again,” she said aloud, lifting his hands from her waist and leaning forward to button her top.

  John slid his knees into a bent position, surrounding her. “What do you mean?” he asked, confused by her sudden change of mood.

  She was still fumbling with her buttons when she answered him, “I won’t feel that part of you, John . . . because I shouldn’t.”

  His arms lay relaxed over his bent knees. “Wouldn’t you like to?” he asked, finding it hard to believe she didn’t find pleasure a moment ago.

  She was tightening the strings on her drawers, in awe at his response, when she replied, “Please don’t make me answer that.”

  John leaned forward having his face parallel with hers. Speaking in a softened tone he asked her, “Melissa, what happened? A minute ago everything was fine.”

  She stared into face longer than she should have and then finally responded, “A minute ago I lost myself to a brief moment of passion, but it was wrong.”

  The tilt of his head caused long strands of hair to fall across his shoulder, unknowing of the temptation it brought about. “Tell me why it’s wrong?” he inquired.

  He looked so serious but also seductive with his hair unbound, it was all she could do to keep her fingers from drowning in that black satin of his. “Our relationship is strictly business, John. It was a mistake,” she told him.

  His fingers reached over to place a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t see it as a mistake,” he informed her in a tender voice.

  He was so calm. How could he be so calm about this? And he needs to stop touching me, she thought as she pushed herself up from the ground to stand. Turning around to face him, she tried to explain, “John, I’m innocent in these matters,” she began, trying to keep her fingers from tangling in nervous tension. “Very innocent, which I’m sure you’ve figured out by now,” she said and then hesitated. Although she became uncomfortable with what they were discussing, she was learning to be straight forward with him as he had always been with her. “I’m embarrassed by how I acted with you,” she told him on a sigh of relief.

  He looked into her eyes laced with confusion while his arms were hugging his knees and his hands were clasping together “Melissa, please don’t feel that way. It should be pleasurable. An orgasm is meant to be pleasurable.”

  Her eyes widened. “An orgasm? It must not be common for women. I’ve never heard them discuss it,” she told him.

  He shrugged upon explaining, “Some women don’t have them. It depends on how caring a man is toward a woman’s pleasures. Even when a man tries, a woman still may not have one,” he explained, and then gave her a seductive smile. “You certainly don’t have trouble having one,” he told her.

  Melissa wrapped her arms around her waist, mainly because she was feeling naked standing above him while he sat there gazing at her, but the breeze pouring through the hayloft, stirring up sprigs of hay didn’t help either. “Don’t tease me John. This is not a laughing matter,” she said in all seriousness.

  His gaze drifted over the curves of her body before his eyes settled on hers. “I’m not laughing Melissa. I was being serious. It gave me pleasure when you had an orgasm.”

  “I’m glad you’re caring enough to think of my pleasure, but I still think it shouldn’t happen again John,” she responded and then suddenly sank to her knees, pleading with him, “John, the ways you made me feel . . .it . . .” Her eyes briefly shut as she was catching her breath, “It scared me and I felt out of control.”

  His hands went to her face, cupping her cheeks. “Don’t let it scare you Melissa. Please don’t let it scare you. Your body was experiencing the pleasures between a man and woman. Why would you deny your body those pleasures?”

  His hands were so warm. Her eyes shut once more, knowing she would never feel his hands on her like this again, knowing she could live for his touch for a lifetime if it were possible, but their situation made it impossible. Her eyes opened to find him studying her. “John, don’t you understand? You’re the first man to touch me that way. I’m very confused by what’s going on. All I know is that it’s got to stop between us. You and I, we can’t go any further touching like that.”

  The tone of his voice sounded stern, despite the softness of his features. “What’s really scaring you Melissa? For a woman as confident and determined as you are, . . . is it because you’re a virgin?”

  It didn’t surprise her that he’d guessed her a virgin. Talking about it in the open surprised her though and if things were different, she wished John to be her first. “It’s not about my virginity John,” she said as her hands reached up to take his from her face. He grasped her hands in his before she could let go. “It’s about my feelings,” she told him, focusing on their holding hands.

  “Feelings?” John inquired.

  Her eyes met his. “It’s more than physical with me John. I can’t just be intimate with you,” she began but was unable to finish due to her father’s inquisitive voice. Her father had arrived home earlier than usual.

  “Melissa?” her father called from the house again.

  Melissa tore away from John and started to shake. “Oh no,” she said in a panic.

  Feeling a little nervous himself, John stood. “Go to him,” he told her but before she got away he grasped her arm to stop her. “This conversation is not over.”

  “It needs to be John. Let’s just forget this ever happened, please?” she begged while trying to break from his grasp.

  Even though her words pleaded, her eyes told a different story. In her eyes he saw the truth. “I can’t forget. How can you?” he asked, and leaned into her. “I don’t have any regrets Melissa I hope you don’t,” he made clear as he released her arm when he heard her father’s voice again.

  “Melissa, are you out there?” Mr. Howard hollered.

  “Hurry up and go to him. We’ll talk later,” John said, and began picking out pieces of hay from his hair.

  She skimmed down the ladder, asking herself, what have we done?

  John hadn’t planned on what happened, it just did and he wasn’t regretful about it. He watched Melissa dash down the ladder, on the way brushing her skirt straight and checking her top and then smoothing her hair as she walked out to greet her father.

  Once John reached the bottom of the ladder he grabbed for his shirt and slipped it on, thankful that he still had his pants on. The palms of his hands skimmed over his thick mane of hair that had turned wild and he tamed it with a leather tie. He was feeling like a young lad again by his having to sneak around. It was almost dreamlike, but reality lay faintly glistening and pleasantly scented upon his fingers as he buttoned his shirt. Melissa’s scent, he smiled in satisfaction, satisfied but still yearning.

  He was saddling his mare when Melissa returned. Her arms were lying against her back and her fingers entwined as she walked up next to him, whispering, “It’s safe now. Father just wanted to know how it was going with training and if you’d like to join us for supper.”

  He smiled as he was tightening the saddle straps, his eyes meeting hers. “Tell your father that training went very well and that includes my personal session with his daughter,” he told her as he was looking
her over with a wide grin.

  His grin faded significantly when her eyes narrowed on him. “John, I was serious about what just happened. How can you treat this so casually?” she asked, and when he gave no reply and just stared at her, Melissa made assumptions of her own. “This is not hard for you, is it? You treat it casually because that’s all it is to you. You made me have an orgasm so now you’ve raised your male pride a notch. Is that how it is?” Her hands went to her hips as if readying for a fight.

  His full lips tightened and his eyes narrowed as well. How dare she accuse me of something so ridiculous? He tugged tighter on the saddle straps, giving his mare a short jerk. His eyes pierced into hers. “I’m not going to respond to your outrageous accusations,” he told her and began leading Clara through the barn to outside.

  Melissa watched the back of his tall form leaving. Her hands fell from her hips, clenching into balled fists at her sides. His walking away perturbed her more than anything. “Answer me John. I want to know the truth.” Still there was no response as he continued toward the barn doors. By now she was spitting nails. By ignoring her he had definitely gotten her attention. “I’m thankful we didn’t go any further. It would have been the worst mistake of my life,” she shouted, practically regretting her words as she spoke them, but they did serve to stop him in his tracks.

  In a quiet voice that Melissa couldn’t quite hear, John finally spoke. “Shall we find out?” he mumbled, not meaning for her to hear what he’d said, but if she happened to hear it the hell with it. She had pushed him to the limit, a limit he didn’t like dealing with because he might say some damaging words to her, and that was the reason he had stayed silent, but she had kept up and was forcing him to respond.