Three Hundred Words
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“You played really, really well today, by the way,” he informed me as our cuddling resumed.
I grinned, the warmth encompassing as he held me close. “Thank you. I really worked hard for it,” I snuggled further into his side. “It was worth turning you down for, I think.”
Even if I hadn’t been able to appreciate it in the moment, now my mood was lightening up I was incredibly proud of my performance. I’d done well and I’d proven I deserved to be on the team.
“I have to admit I think it might have been worth it, too.”
We settled into a teasing conversation and everything else was forgotten. There were little touches that slowly riled me up, made my skin flush and I was almost disappointed when the phone rang to announce the arrival of pizza.
Scarpering it down, I was filled after only half. “Why is take-away pizza so good?” I asked rhetorically. “You would have thought it would be gross being this cheap, but it’s just the best.”
I’d left just enough room to make sure I wasn’t inactive when pizza time was over. We’d moved to lay at the top of the bed now and my fingers danced of Mr. Lane’s hard torso. There was no hiding what both of us wanted.
But today we took it slowly, feeling out each other’s bodies like we hadn’t had the chance to before. I dragged my fingers and lips against every inch of him, removing his clothes slowly and he returned the favour.
My body was on fire with every touch, his fingers drawing moans from my lips and making me curl my toes with desire. He teased me perfectly, and I tried my best to reciprocate, rubbing his shaft painfully slowly and kissing him with languid movements. It was almost easy to pretend I wasn’t being slowly driven mad by the need to have his fingers between my own thighs.
Mr. Lane was frustrated and it was the most arousing thing. He whined with need as I brought my mouth down to take his length. I flicked his tip with my tongue and he bucked, almost thrusting his cock right into my mouth. I dodged, moving up in time with him, and grinning at his disappointed face.
Taking him completely in my mouth turned me on more than I’d been expecting. Mr. Lane released a long, low groan when his cock hit the back of my throat and my pussy twitched in response. Hearing him need me so intensely was the biggest turn on I could think of.
Before long, it became too much for him to handle. He’d been balling his fists in the sheets whilst I dragged myself up and down his length agonisingly slowly, but he was getting frustrated.
His hands took my head into their control and there were no more slow movements, he dragged down my head until my nose was smushed against his pelvic triangle and held me there until I could barely breathe. His moan was so loud I was relieved I didn’t know anyone in the rooms next to me.
He pulled my head up before he’d cum, though, taking in my flushed face, and rubbing his cock with his hand instead.
I was rolled onto my back, where Mr. Lane pinned my arms behind my head and brought himself between my legs. I arched my back and spread my legs further, urging his cock closer to my slick entrance. I gasped when it touched, feeling the waves of pleasure begin to ripple through my body just from that slightest contact.
Mr. Lane sent me over the edge. I brought my hips forwards as much as possible with my hands stretched above my head and sent him a desperate look. He was getting me back in the most unfair way. He began to move his hips, just putting his tip in, before taking it away. I squirmed and cried, not ashamed to beg.
My mind was lost to unbearable desire as Mr. Lane brought me to the edge. He dominated my emotions in the most intense way, preventing me thinking about anything but him when we were together.
When he finally couldn’t take it anymore, Mr. Lane pushed himself completely into. We both cursed, revelling in the feeling of finally being joined, before Mr. Lane began thrusting at an erratic pace. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him even closer and wishing I had access to my hands to drag nail marks down his toned back.
Even when Mr. Lane took in my writhing, whining figure and knew I must be close to the edge he didn’t let me touch him. He was strong enough to keep one hand wrapped around my wrists whilst the other dipped between us to caress my clit.
I arched my back until it was painful, my nipples just rubbing against his chest and proving too much for both of us.
My climax rocked through me, a cry falling from my mouth and my hands clenching so tightly they went white. I panted, trying desperately to catch my breath, as Mr. Lane finally released my wrists. He collapsed so the side of me, equally out of breath.
I grinned, unable to stop myself. He just made me feel so good.
“Wow, that was… good. Really good.” I felt around on the bedside table for a drink as I said it, resisting the urge to cough.
“Yeah,” he admitted, fingers reaching up to trace patterns on my back. “Damn, I’m going to have a very hard time staying away from you for the rest of the year, even if we can meet every now and then. I could do this every day.”
I handed him the drink and admired his naked body. He was so lean that I wanted to run my fingers up and down his skin all day. “I definitely could, too. I’ll really try my hardest not to text you and beg to meet up, but I can’t say I’ll be good at resisting. We’ll have to sext instead.”
When I came to think about it, the next few months would probably be the equivalent to living long distance. We could only meet up every few weeks or so, but we always had text and Skype to keep us going in between.
Maybe long distance was a possibility.
“Besides, I’m up to one thousand two hundred words, even if you’ve already given me the A. I’ve still got a debt to pay off.”
Mr. Lane laughed. “That’s a debt I definitely want repaid. We’ll have to arrange something. Hey, can you put the light on? It’s getting kind of dark.”
When I flicked the light switch on it came with the realisation that Mr. Lane was going to have to leave. He’d pushed his luck already, fucking me in a hotel room on a school trip. “I should probably go back to my room.”
“Yeah, I know,” I needed a shower, too. Fucking with a condom was nice, but having to deal with the sticky patch between my legs wasn’t the most pleasant thing. I couldn’t put my clothes back on without getting them grubby, so went as retrieved a towel from the bathroom instead.
I needed to check the corridor to make sure no one from school was around when Mr. Lane snuck out. He shrugged back into his clothes, slowly covering up the body I loved so much, with a regretful expression on his face. “Sorry I have to go, I’d stay if I could.”
“Some other time,” nothing was going to drag my mood down for the rest of tonight. He’d made me happy and I was going to cling on to that. “Thank you for coming to cheer me up.”
Mr. Lane wrapped secure arms around my hips and pressed his lips to mine. I grinned, reaching up to play with his hair and causing towel to pool around my ankles.
We broke off our kiss and I blushed heavily, picking back up the towel as Mr. Lane chuckled. “I really have to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”
We kissed once more before I cracked the door open and checked no one was around. “You’re all clear.”
He slipped out of the door and I was left alone. A smile still dominated my face.
This was one way to keep me propped up for the rest of the tournament tomorrow.
***
When we huddled the next day to discuss strategies, I was fully included. Lorna actually gave me something to actively do in the matches and I nodded eagerly. We were a proper team at this point.
And this was where the competition got serious. Our first quarter final was against a team we’d already played, as it happened. Played and lost to. We were allowed to pick which pairs played which matches, so it was likely Millie and I would play together, whilst Lorna and Rhianne took on the other pair.
Millie and I shared a smile before the match began and for a change, I handled the coin toss. We might have lost to the
m before, but it had been a close game and I’d been playing with Lorna at the time – we still hadn’t had great synergy on the court.
With a different teammate, we definitely had a chance. And I was feeling good today. I still had an afterglow from the evening spent with Mr. Lane and he was stood on the sidelines now cheering me on. I shot him the most subtle grin I could manage before serving up a winner.
The rest of the match was much the same: Millie and I decimated the other opponent and finished the match with a hug and a big smile. Lorna and Rhianne struggled more, but they still pulled through. It was a clean victory.
The semi-final was a disaster.
The girls opposite us were just better, at everything. They served better, they returned better and they made plays on nearly every point. We didn’t stand a chance.
And so it was all down to the third place match.
The girls we were against were glaring towards our side of the court without a hint of remorse. They were quite clearly pissed about not having gotten to the final, which probably meant they were good. Either good or over-confident. I hoped it was the second.
Millie and I, on the other hand, were completely in awe of having gotten this far. We were playing badminton on a national stage this year, when we’d only come second in the local tournament the year before.
It was a dream come true.
And so we played like the pressure wasn’t on. We were expected to lose, there was nothing on our shoulders, and it showed. We took the risks and played like maniacs, really. Making plays that never should have worked.
And we won.
By a long shot, too. Dropping our rackets as soon as the final point was over, we hugged tight and cheers echoed around the room. People were cheering for us.
The other match had finished, too, but we’d blocked out their cheering and focused on our own game. Now, the four of us could hug and jump up and down and wave to the crowd.
Because we were going to Malta to play in the Commonwealth badminton tournament.
Chapter Ten
I’d almost missed the plane. My mother had never been a good driver – dad always did it – but since she’d decided she was coming to Malta at the last moment and that meant she was giving me a lift to the airport.
It hadn’t gone well.
First of all we’d missed the motorway turn off. I’d told her multiple times, but she was flustered and didn’t believe me. She’d never driven on a motorway before.
And after that it was a complete mess. Instead of just going back on the motorway and taking the correct junction, my mum had insisted she was never going on the motorway ever again. So we’d had taken a horribly long back route to the airport that had been almost an hour longer than necessary. I’d tried to get the satnav up on my phone, but, as always in the middle of the countryside, my signal was non-existent.
My mother was perfectly fine. The last minute flight she’d booked took off two hours after mine.
I, however, was forced to sprint through the airport and have an argument with the air hostess at the boarding gate to even let me on the flight.
I’d taken my seat with a heated face and everyone had been looking at me when the pilot apologised for the slight delay due to a late passenger arriving.
The only redeeming factor was that my seat had been allocated next to Mr. Lane. We couldn’t talk about anything because my teammates were on the seats in front of me, but it was still reassuring to have our knees bumping together every now and then.
“That was close. What happened?”
“My mum doesn’t do driving. I never realised quite how bad it was, my dad used to drive us everywhere.”
He chuckled. “Well, I guess at least you made it eventually. I hope it wasn’t too stressful.”
“It was horrible. Most embarrassing thing I’ve done in a long time.”
Mr. Lane opened his mouth, about to question exactly what the most embarrassing thing I’d ever done was, no doubt, but closed it again. That perhaps wasn’t teacher appropriate. Instead, our teasing smiles faded slightly and I pulled my headphones out of my bag. That was probably going to be the best way to stop anything bad happening.
I waited until they’d gone through their safety procedures to stick them in, wanting to talk to Mr. Lane about my mother choosing to come and watch me, to tell him all about who was getting the house and how my life was going to be playing out the next few months, but I resisted. I’d save those conversations for a later date, I supposed.
I accepted a sweet from him when he offered with a polite smile, something else I’d forgotten in my rush this morning. At least now my ears wouldn’t suffer – the first time I’d ever been on a plane I’d had that awful deafness where you can hear your own voice and heartbeat for a week. I never wanted to repeat that experience.
It had been a cold day and I’d wrapped up warm in a jumper and skinny jeans, but stepping out of the airport into the Maltese sun I could feel myself sweating. They weren’t insanely hot temperatures, but enough to not need a jumper and I grinned. I’d always loved the heat.
A coach took us to our hotel and it was right on the beach. Everyone at the tournament was staying here and they’d clearly given us something a bit classy as a treat. I couldn’t wait to see my room, even if I was going to be sharing it with Millie.
Grabbing my small suitcase, I trawled it along behind me and tried not to meet Mr. Lane’s eyes. If we kept giving each other big grins it was definitely going to give something away.
Mr. Lane and the coach handled the check-in and I admired the lobby. It was nothing special, really, just a slightly better than average hotel, but it seemed fantastic to me. I’d never stayed in a hotel before.
My team gathered around me and we started off with some excited chatter. “I can’t wait to go to the beach,” Lorna gushed, straining to look out of the big glass windows and towards the sea. It was barely a two minute walk. “You did bring your swimming stuff, right, everyone?”
“I did!” I exclaimed. “Even with all the stress of today I definitely remembered to bring my swimming stuff. Better hope I remembered my racket now.”
We all chuckled and my heart soared.
Mr. Lane and the coach approached. “Here are your keys. Make sure you don’t lose them, please. You’ll be the one’s paying for them, not me.”
“Thanks Sir,” we chorused, heading off towards the lift without a backwards glance. I was very tempted to glance backwards.
In our room we ditched our bags after rifling through for a swimming costume. “Hey,” Millie called after heading into the bathroom to change. “Do you reckon Mr. Lane will be wearing swimming stuff, too? Do you think that’s allowed? Because I’ve definitely been wondering what’s underneath that shirt.”
My stomach twanged uncomfortably, but the other part of me smirked. I knew exactly what was under there, I’d run my fingers over said toned chest many a time. I wouldn’t mind seeing it again right now, either. I’d have the school girl excuse of staring, too.
“I’m not sure. I hope so, though. I’m definitely in the wanting to see his abs column.”
We shared a giggle and I slipped into my bikini. It was pretty revealing – I hadn’t used it in two years, but I’d been sure I hadn’t grown very much. It turned out my boobs must have gone up a size, because they were straining against their confines now. My cheeks burned, Mr. Lane was definitely going to have a field day looking at them.
“Changed?” Millie checked before exiting.
“Yeah, I’m done.”
She practically bounced with every footstep as she hopped out. “Oh, that’s such a pretty bikini. I bet you’re going to be attracting some attention out there – you and Mr. Lane would probably look very good next to each other,” she winked in the most cheesy manner and slipped into a sundress.
“You too,” she was wearing a costume rather than a bikini, but it had cut-outs and it definitely ranked highly on the sexy scale. “Now we just have to hope
he’s actually going shirtless.”
“Wait,” Millie grabbed my arm. “Before we go down, I just, I kind of wanted to apologise about what a bitch I was. I mean, I don’t know what happened between you and Luke, but it really wasn’t any of my business, and we definitely couldn’t have come this far without you playing on the team.”
I hung my head. I did deserve to be shunned for what I’d done to Luke, but I was beginning to come out of the self-loathing period, and so it was really the last thing I wanted to talk about. “That’s cool, it’s not a big deal. I’m just glad to be here. Now let’s go and spy some sexy teacher.”
We made our way down to the beach in flip flops and practically see-through sundresses, our eyes sparkling in the sun. I ignored the goose bumps on my skin from the wind and decided I at least had to show off my outfit to Mr. Lane before I ran back upstairs to get a jumper.