by Jade West
It made me laugh, a kind laugh, the kind of laugh that starts in your belly and tickles you.
You flatter me, Helen.
“I don’t. It’s all true.”
You’ve plenty of time ahead of you to come down and tire of all this, I promise.
But I didn’t want her to. The thought of watching her leave was a brand new terror to me, and it came with a fresh wash of guilt.
“You think I’ll grow out of this, but you’re wrong. One day you’re going to see how wrong you are.”
I’d be more than happy to be proved wrong, Helen.
“My whole body tingles, all the time. It won’t stop. I can’t stop wanting…” Her voice changed, and there was a need there, a husky undertone that heightened the pulse in my cock. “When I think about the things we did… the way you touched me…” She ran her fingers along her collarbone and down, brushing aside the fabric until her perfect little breasts were bared to me and I felt the rush of blood, the hitch of breath, the primal urge to take her. “I could feel how much you wanted me… and now I feel alive… you brought me to life, Mark…” She pulled at her nipples, and her grin was dirty and mischievous. “I think you’ve turned me into a naughty girl…” She opened her dressing gown fully, slipped it from her shoulders and it fell to the bed around her; her pale skin so white against the pink material. She was beautiful.
The keypad on my tablet frustrated me, its fiddly letters useless once my hand was around my cock. I reached for my mobile, then continued typing.
Put your phone on silent.
The excitement in her eyes fuelled my own. She reached off screen, and her dressing gown fell away from her backside. I could see everything, the smooth flesh of her ass, the promise of her little pink pussy. She came back on screen with the handset, and I pressed dial, saw her phone light up in her hands.
“Hi,” she said, and she was shy again; on screen her cheeks were aflame.
“Is it safe?”
“Everyone’s in bed… I checked earlier… before I showered.”
“Good.” My voice was raspy. “You’re playing with fire, Helen Palmer, teasing and tempting and asking for trouble.”
I watched her eyes light up. “I am?”
“Yes. You are.”
“I think you’ve made me… naughty.” She giggled. “Am I a naughty girl, Mr Roberts?” The way she spoke my name was barely more than a breath, but it felt so loud, and dangerous and forbidden, and yet my cock twitched, aching for more.
“I hope you realise I have ways of handling bad behaviour, Helen.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Her breath was shallow and needy.
And so was mine.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” I forced my hand to slow down around my cock, took a gulp of air. “Open your legs for me, Helen.”
Only the slightest hesitation, then she leant back against the wall and opened her legs and the pink slit of her pussy looked amazing.
“Good girl.” I worked my cock a little.
A flutter of breath, and her wide eyes stared through the screen at me.
“I want you to touch yourself for me. Quietly.” I smiled to myself. “And once I’ve enjoyed hearing you come for me, you’re going to get yourself to bed. You have school in the morning.”
The thought of her in uniform only fuelled the fire.
“Yes, sir.”
And she stoked it higher. Ever fucking higher.
“Fuck, Helen, say that again…”
“Yes, sir. I’ll do whatever you want… Mr Roberts, sir, I promise… I’ll be good…” Her cheeks were flushed, even in the lamplight, and her fingers idled around her belly button, dancing there.
“Angle your screen, I want to see more of you.”
She repositioned herself, and her sweet little pussy came closer. She had delicious tender lips, and her thighs were already wet.
“Touch yourself for me…”
Nervous fingers dipped to her clit, and she gave the most fragile little whimper. “Yes, sir.”
Her fingers moved in tight circles, and they were quick, barely more than a delicious little blur.
“Spread your knees, wider…”
“Yes, sir…”
“Wider. Show me.”
“Yes… yes, Mr Roberts…”
“You just won’t drop the title, will you?” I laughed a ragged laugh. “I’m guessing it turns you on…”
“You turn me on… I just like it… I like you being Mr Roberts… I like everything about you…”
“You’d better show me, then.”
“Are you…” she smiled. “…Are you playing, too?”
“That’s a pretty safe assumption, Helen.”
“I like that…”
“And I like the fact you’re about to slide two fingers in your pussy for me.”
“It’s still so tight…”
So she’d tried. Naughty little minx. My sweet Helen was indeed becoming a sweet little seductress, laced with fairy dust and sin.
“Two fingers, Helen.”
“Yes, sir…” She pushed them slowly, back and forth, deeper and deeper until she was knuckle-deep. I could hear her little gasps in my ear, and she rocked, tilting her hips as her fingers moved for me.
“Have you ever played with your ass, Helen?”
“No…”
“Ever been spanked?”
A little murmur. “No…”
“Have you ever had a vaginal orgasm?”
“A what?”
I smiled. “You’d know.”
Her fingers moved faster. “Have you… tried…” She took a breath. “What things have you tried?”
“Many things, Helen. You don’t need to worry. I’m not going to push you into trying anything you don’t want to.”
“But I do…” she said. “I do want to… I want to try everything…”
“We’ll try whatever you want to try. Now, fuck that pussy for me.”
“Oh God, Mr Roberts… oh God…”
“Harder…”
“Yes…”
“And touch that clit…”
“Yes…” She pinned the phone to her ear, and dropped her hand, and her fingers danced.
“Come for me, Helen… that’s my good girl…”
She pinched her bottom lip between her teeth and closed her eyes, and she was innocent, and dirty, and beautiful, all at the same time.
“I want you… oh, God, Mr Roberts, I really want you so much…”
“You’ll have me, Helen.”
“When?” she rasped. “Please, soon…”
“Soon.” My cock was pounding in my grip, and I could feel her behind my eyes, my little temptress, reeling me in. “Pull on those nipples for me. Make them hard…”
She pinched and pulled until they were tight little buds, and they were wet with her. My mouth watered for them.
“…Now tell me you want me to take your ass.”
Her eyes flew wide and I knew I had her.
“You do want that, don’t you, Helen? You do want me to take your sweet little ass?”
She nodded. “… yes, I want that…”
“Tell me.”
“I want you… I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Again.”
“Oh God, sir, I want you to fuck my ass…”
“More.”
“Please, sir, please take me like that…”
“Good girl, Helen. More.”
“Please, sir, please fuck me… please, sir…” And she was lost, fingers a blur, drifting on her rising endorphins until her breath quickened and her hips began to rock. And I was lost, too, working my cock like a man possessed, and it twitched and jerked and pulsed in my grip, desperate for that girl’s tight little body. “Oh, sir, Mark, I’m going… I’m going…”
“Come for me, Helen. Good girl.”
And she came for me. Strained and hushed, her fingers dancing a frantic tune, until I came, too, breathing heavily into the handset
, just as she did, and we were joined, one hot mess in different locations.
“Thank you…” she said, and then she giggled. “That was epic.”
“Thank you.”
She dropped to all fours and her pretty eyes came into view up close. “My turn next…” She grinned.
“Your turn?”
She nodded. “You got to see me… I get to see you…”
“You want me on camera?” The thought was strangely intimidating.
Her smile lit up the world. “You’ll see what I want. I’ll show you.”
“I look forward to it.”
“Are you really going to punish me for being bad?”
“I’m going to punish you because you’ll enjoy it, not because you’re bad. You’re never bad, Helen… you’re exceptionally good.”
Her wicked little laugh sent shivers up my spine. “See if you’re still saying that tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow night?”
She tapped the side of her nose, then leaned into the camera and pressed her lips to the screen for a long second. “I’d better go. It’s late.”
“And you’re avoiding the question.”
She fake yawned. “Tired.”
“Are you teasing me, Helen Palmer?”
“Maybe… sir.”
I had shivers afresh. “Don’t even think about calling me that in the classroom.”
She giggled. “Wouldn’t you like it?”
“I don’t want to come in my pants in front of a class full of kids, Helen. No, I wouldn’t like it.”
“Shame.”
“Get your pretty ass to bed now, please.”
“Yes, Mr Roberts.”
“Goodnight, Helen.”
“Goodnight, Mr Roberts.” She blew a kiss and it was so pretty it took my breath. “I love you, Mr Roberts.”
“And I love you, Helen Palmer.”
I hung up as her jaw hit the floor.
***
Helen
I was excited and nervous and incredibly happy. A typhoon of goodness churning around inside me at the thought of seeing him again.
And I love you, Helen Palmer.
I was lost in my own little world when Lizzie spoke.
“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this. I thought you were such a good girl.”
“I am. At least that’s what Mr Roberts tells me.”
Lizzie rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. I thought you were all sweet and innocent.”
I smiled. “Not anymore.”
“And you’re really not wearing any underwear?”
“Really.”
She tugged at my blazer and I squeaked and dived away. “Come on! At least let me see!”
“No way!” I laughed.
“Spoilsport.” Lizzie dropped her cigarette, and then she sighed. “Incoming, Hels. Behind you. Lover-boy-reject at twelve o’clock.”
I followed her eyes to find Harry Sawbridge heading down the alleyway towards us, but when he saw me there, he held back, pretended he hadn’t seen us. I felt surprisingly embarrassed when he turned around and headed in the opposite direction.
“Shit, I forgot about Harry.” I sighed. “At least it seems he’s forgotten about me, too.”
Lizzie pulled a face. “Something weird about that, he was well keen.”
I shrugged. “Just as well he isn’t.”
She shrugged, too. “Just as well.” She started walking. “Is it draughty under there?” She yanked at my skirt and I thumped her arm.
“Stop it!”
“You are absolutely no fun anymore, Hels Bells, no fun at all.” She poked her tongue out. “So, this is really it, huh? First day in school as an official thing with Mr Perfect.”
“Feels weird.” I smiled. “Good weird. Great weird. Still weird, though.” I pulled my blazer tighter. “I’m so nervous.”
“Nervous?! You fucked the guy, bled on his sheets, then took his spunk in your eye, and let him wash your privates in the shower, and you’re nervous about sitting in a classroom with him?”
“Something like that.”
“Gotta love your brain, Hels.”
“It’s just… different. He’s my teacher here.”
“See how much of a teacher he seems at lunchtime.” She smirked. “When do I get my status update?”
“This evening.”
“Walking home?”
I shrugged. “Maybe, I dunno.”
She rolled her eyes again. “Well, let me know when I get some teacher-time castoffs.”
“It’s not like that!”
“If you say so.”
We arrived at the gates and I pulled her back by her elbow. “You’re not a castoff.”
“Chill, Hels, I was messing around. It’s all new and shit, I get it. It’s no big deal.”
I fixed her in a stare. “But it is a big deal. You’re my bestest forever.”
“Glad to hear it.” She fumbled around in her bag. “I’ve got so much shit to do today, it’s probably for the best you’re not around.”
“Shit like what?”
“Homework.”
I laughed. “Slacked off at the weekend? Scottie’s got a lot to answer for.”
Her face turned dark. “Not Scottie, that asshole Ray.”
“Ray? Was your mum away again?”
She nodded, and her eyes were dark. “She’s always fucking away at the moment.”
“Nan’s sick though, right?”
She shrugged. “So they say.”
“They wouldn’t lie about that.”
“Maybe she just wants out from us both.”
I squeezed her arm but she shrugged me off. “That’s not how it is, Lizzie. That’s crazy.”
“Is it?” There was a flash of upset in her eyes, but she buried it. “Doesn’t matter anyway, I’ve got Scottie, and I’ve got you.”
“Yeah, but she’s your mum…”
“Doesn’t act like it.”
“But you’re close.”
“Used to be.”
“You still are, Lizzie, she’s just… got stuff on.”
“Yeah, well, she can piss the fuck off.”
“You don’t mean that…”
“How do you know what I fucking mean? Were you there this weekend?” Her eyes were angry, and they took me aback. “No, you fucking weren’t, so don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean. I know what I fucking mean, Helen.”
I held my hands up, but she was walking away. I caught her up. “Lizzie, just stop a minute.” I had to grab hold of her satchel, pulling her back as the bell was ringing for beginning of class. “Stop, Lizzie!”
She spun around, and her anger had gone, there was just calm, cool Lizzie again, with a smile on her face. “Shit, Hels, I’m sorry. I was goofing around. Must be my time of the month.”
An uneasiness stirred in my tummy. “It was more than that, Lizzie…”
She shook her head. “No way! Seriously, I’m good. I always get this hormonal crap.”
But she didn’t, not in the whole time I’d known her.
“Just forget about it, Hels, seriously. ”
I didn’t smile. “I don’t want to forget about it. I want you to be ok.”
“I am ok.” She groaned. “Don’t be such a drama llama.”
I folded my arms. “Is there something going on with Ray?”
She sighed. “Yeah, he’s a useless prick, same as always.”
“I don’t mean that…”
She shrugged. “I don’t know what you mean. It’s all cool.”
I was aware of our lateness, alone in the schoolyard, but I couldn’t move a muscle. “Lizzie, does Ray… does he do anything?”
She laughed. “Do anything?”
“I’m being serious.”
Her face dropped. “I’m totally fine, I’m just…” She kissed my cheek. “I’m good.”
But I knew she wasn’t. “Promise?”
She held up two fingers. “Bestie’s honour.” I’d have as
ked her to say the words, but she was already off, her battered old satchel bouncing off her ass as she went. She turned just before she was out of sight. “I want an update this evening, Helen Palmer, walking home buddies or not, understand?”
I gave her the Bestie’s salute as I walked away. “Sure thing, Lizzie.”
“All the juicy gossip.”
I grinned. “All the juicy gossip.”
I just hoped there was some juicy gossip to give her.
I made my way into English, and my heart was already thumping.
***
Mark
Helen was a different girl when she arrived in my art room in third period. It wasn’t a case of makeup, or different clothes, or hair, or even a different school bag. It was so much more fundamental than that.
There are only a few instances in my teaching career that I’ve genuinely been put off my stride, and this was one of them. I lost my train of thought, and my words with it, and through doing so I lost the year sevens, and some thirty pairs of eyes turned to look at her.
She smiled, and her eyes met mine for just a moment before looking away.
“Morning, Mr Roberts.”
“Good morning, Helen.”
I cleared my throat and tapped the bike frame I’d suspended from the ceiling, and it moved on its fastenings and clattered into the other hanging assortment: shiny pans and old tyres and a pretty little display of antique cutlery. At least it got their attention back.
“As I was saying, you should select a part of the arrangement you feel is inspiring. See your picture. Frame it with your fingers if it helps you visualise it. And then focus on shape and colour rather than object. Focus on the play of light, and the texture and the shapes within the shapes, the negative shapes between objects. Focus on bringing your chosen piece to life.” I watched Helen unpack her sketchpads. “Everyone set?”
Silence.
“Good.”
I went to my desk as the room descended into squeaking stools and chatter, and turned my attention to my lesson plans, but all I could see was Helen. All I could feel was Helen.
Her heel tap, tapped, and her cheeks blushed, and she pushed her hair behind her ear compulsively. And then she looked at me.
Our eyes met and the chatter in the room faded beneath my rushing pulse. The room became hot, and tense, and small. Sizzling with… knowing… sizzling with the memory of her sweet little moans as she came for me over the telephone, the sight of her swollen pussy lips as she pushed those fingers inside.