My Teacher

by Sam Crescent

  Reaching between them, he felt her wince as his cock pulled out just a bit. With his dick still inside her, he stroked a finger over her pussy, teasing her clit.

  “What?”

  “I want you to come on my cock.” She was so incredibly tight. Glancing down, he moaned at the sight of his cock spreading the lips of her pussy. There was some blood on his condom. He felt overcome with sadness that he’d hurt her, and there was the visible proof he had, but he was also fucking ecstatic. He’d taken Lucia.

  She belonged to him now, and he was going to take care of her.

  Stroking her clit, he slowly felt the tension ease out of her as he continued to tease her, his cock still hard and pulsing inside her. He could wait. This, right now, was all about her. He wanted her moaning and wriggling on his dick.

  Within minutes she’d started to arch up, her pussy moving back and forth on his dick as he worked her toward an orgasm.

  This time, he didn’t deny her.

  When her peak hit, he thrust her over the edge, savoring every pulse, squeeze, and clench of her cunt as she came. She did so, hard, his name echoing off the walls as she screamed it out.

  He waited until she was ready, until her orgasm had subsided. Moving over her, he took her hands, pinning them above her head as he started to rock back and forth within her. She didn’t wince or cry out in pain, so he pulled all of the way out until only the tip of his dick was inside her. Slamming in deep, he thrust to the hilt inside her again.

  Her cries this time were filled with heat, with promise, and above all with pleasure.

  Swallowing down the sounds, he kissed her as he fucked her hard. He built up a steady pace, slowing down, remembering this was her first time, and he didn’t want to hurt her.

  They had all the time in the world for what he wanted to do, and he wasn’t in any rush to end this.

  Taking his time, he made love to her, kissing her deeply, showing her with his body exactly how it was supposed to be.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he drove in deep, feeling the tingle in his balls as he was so close to his own release. It had been so long, and with the feel of her rippling pussy around his length, he couldn’t hold back.

  He held her tightly as he came, thrusting every single inch of himself within her as he filled the condom with his cum, his release seeming to go on and on.

  Opening his eyes, he stared into Lucia’s brown ones. There was a smile shining right back at him. Her hands were on his body, and he loved it.

  He loved her hands, her touch, her everything.

  “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

  “It doesn’t hurt now.”

  “I’m glad.” He stroked her hair back, feeling connected with her, not wanting to let her go or pull away.

  He didn’t wish to create any distance between them.

  “This is turning out to be the best birthday ever,” she said. “Is that weird?”

  Jack chuckled. “I don’t think it’s weird. Maybe a little. This wasn’t supposed to be your present.”

  “It’s a pretty good present though. Very hard to beat.”

  He kissed her again. He couldn’t resist her lips. They were plump, inviting, and he couldn’t stop tasting them. He didn’t want to.

  She was nibbling her lip again, a good sign that she was nervous.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “I … is it … just this time?”

  “You’re sporting a very pretty little blush.”

  She groaned. Her hands going up to cover her face.

  “That depends on you. Do you want it to be a one-time only deal?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “Then it won’t be a one-time only deal. Unless you’re only using me for my body.”

  “I’m not using you,” she said.

  She reached out to touch him, only stopped.

  Taking her hand, he placed it against his cheek. “You can touch me whenever you want to.”

  “I didn’t like that other teacher touching you,” she said. “Ms. Bertram.”

  “I don’t like Connor showing an interest. He’s bad news.”

  “Nothing is going to happen. I promise.”

  “Nothing will happen between me and Beth. You have my word.” He couldn’t even bring himself to touch another woman.

  “This is … we’re going to have to keep this a secret, aren’t we?” she asked.

  “Yes. I don’t want you to be a secret, and if at any time you want to report me to the principal…”

  “Why say that? I’m not going to report you. I know we’re where we are right now.”

  “My dick is still balls deep inside your pussy.”

  “This wasn’t you. I kissed you first. I wanted this. I still want this.” Her hand moved down to his chest. “You have a lot of ink for a teacher.”

  He laughed. “I got it before I even went to college. Told you, I was the rebel.”

  She smiled, and he loved that look so much. “I don’t mind us being a secret, Jack. Do you want me to swap English teachers?”

  “I’ve already looked into that, and it can’t be done. There’s no room for the schedules to be changed or rearranged. I can do my job, and you won’t be getting any special treatment from me. You’ll do the work, and earn your grade.” He kissed her lips. “And you shouldn’t look so damn happy about that.”

  “I don’t mind hard work. In fact, I love hard work so much.”

  “Good.” He kissed her neck, breathing in her strawberry scent. “I’ve got to get you in the bath.”

  “Do I smell?”

  “No, it’s going to be painful for you.” Easing out of her, he stared down at his now flaccid cock. The condom he wore was slicked with her cream and virgin blood. “Stay.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He winked at her as he made his way into the bathroom. Removing the condom, he tied it up and threw it in the trash. Next, he pushed the plug in and began to fill the water. Finding a bottle of relaxing bubble bath, he poured in a generous amount and made sure the water was nice and warm.

  Entering his bedroom, he saw Lucia wasn’t lying on the bed like he’d told her to. She stood in front of his mirror. She kept turning, looking this way and that. Her curves captured his attention. There was a slight jiggle to her ass that he loved. Her legs were full and rounded, as was her stomach.

  To him, she looked beautiful, curvy, and every inch the woman he’d been craving.

  “I thought I told you to stay on the bed.”

  “I couldn’t help it. I’ve heard and read so many tales where people say you feel different or you look different. Do I look changed or different?”

  He moved up behind her, placing a hand on her stomach. “You look every inch the well-fucked woman.”

  Again, her cheeks were a pretty shade of pink.

  “I wonder if I can fuck the blush right out of you.”

  “I can’t seem to help it,” she said, pressing her hands to her cheeks.

  “I don’t mind. I like you blushing.” He ran his hand up her body, cupping her tit. Staring at her in the mirror with his arm holding her, he felt possessive.

  He didn’t want anyone else touching her.

  She belonged to him.

  “Come on.” He took her hand, leading her back to the bathroom.

  He helped her climb in. Kneeling beside the tub, he didn’t let her go.

  “You’re not getting in?”

  “No, this is for you.”

  “I can share.”

  He laughed. “I know you can share. I don’t want to be tempted right now. You’re going to be sore in the morning.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yes. Do you feel different?”

  “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I feel the same.” She bit her lip, and he saw the smile behind it.

  “What?”

  “I feel really happy. Like, on top of the world happy.”

  “Good. You should be.” He pressed a kiss to her knuckles.


  “Do you regret it?” she asked.

  “What?”

  “Me? You? This?”

  “No. I don’t regret this. It felt way too good to ever be a regret. Never think that. I don’t want you to be in any kind of pain, and I wasn’t … I was a little rough.”

  “Not too rough. I know. I’ve seen it.”

  “You’ve seen rough sex?”

  “I’m not blind, and I can do searches,” she said.

  “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve watched porn?” he asked.

  “Yes. Is it so hard to think that I could?”

  “Not hard to think about but now I’m curious what you were thinking about while watching them?”

  She sighed. “I don’t want to tell you.”

  “So, it was about me?”

  “Maybe.”

  “I know I’ve not done any sex porn tapes.”

  “I was … it was looking at older men with younger women.”

  “Ah, so the plot thickens. Have you been planning my seduction for a while, Miss Deen?”

  She groaned. “No. In fact, I moved to the back of the class so it didn’t look so totally obvious. I guess that didn’t work.”

  “I was a little upset actually when you did that. I wondered what I’d done or said.”

  “It wasn’t you. I liked talking to you, and I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

  “I’m a grown man, Lucia. It’s going to take a lot to make me uncomfortable.”

  “I guess, but I was still your student and it was kind of embarrassing.”

  “Why?”

  “Come on. You had to tell Connor to mind his language because of what he called me. I’m not like the Rachels of this world.”

  He sighed. “I’m going to have to spank you.”

  She chuckled. “That would be weird.”

  “I don’t want the Rachels of this world. She’s a spiteful little bitch, and I have no interest in her.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Don’t listen to them. Not ever.”

  “You’re going to be good for my ego,” she said.

  “I intend to be good to you. There is a lot of bad shit in this world, Lucia. I never want you to know it.”

  He cared about her a lot, and that alone scared the shit out of him.

  Chapter Nine

  Lucia rolled over and released a little wince as the pain clenched between her thighs, making her very aware of what she did last night. Opening one eye, she saw Jack lying beside her. He was also awake and smiling at her.

  “You snore,” he said.

  She gasped. “What?”

  “Just a little but it’s so cute.”

  “That is so embarrassing. You shouldn’t be laughing about that.”

  “Why not? It’s cute as hell. It’s not loud, and you didn’t wake me up either.”

  She covered her face. “I snore?”

  He took her hands, moving them away. “Hello, sleepyhead. I didn’t think you’d ever wake up.”

  Jack kissed her hard, pushing her back onto the bed. Wrapping her arms around him, she moaned as the pleasure rushed through her body.

  She was sore, but she loved his touch oh, so much.

  Last night had been amazing.

  The best birthday she could have ever asked for.

  He pulled away. “How are you feeling today?” he asked.

  “A little sore.”

  “I figured as much. No sexy time for you.”

  He held out her cell phone. “This has been buzzing for you most of the morning.”

  “You turned it on?”

  “Yes. I think it’s only fair that you talk to your parents.”

  “I told them I was at a friend’s.”

  “Marie has also texted you. She asked if you still want to do Mark Ruffalo day.”

  “Oh,” she said, wincing. “I kind of forgot about that. Wait, you looked at my messages?”

  “Yes, guilty as charged. I’m going to let you wake up. I’ll make us both some breakfast. How do bacon and eggs sound?”

  “That sounds amazing.” Her mouth watered, and he chuckled.

  Jack kissed her one final time. “I’ll be waiting.”

  She nodded her head and watched him leave.

  This was all a little surreal to her. Waking up in Jack Parker’s home. Kissing him. Spending the night with him. He’d taken her virginity, and, apart from the pain, it had been amazing. Oh, so amazing.

  Focus.

  Glancing down at her cell phone, she checked her messages.

  Ignoring the ones from her parents, she looked at Marie.

  Marie: Did they do dinner?

  Marie: I take it from the no answer, they showed?

  Marie: Kind of weird you not responding.

  Marie: Still want to do Mark Ruffalo day? I’m kind of bored right now.

  Marie: Love you.

  Lucia felt guilty for ignoring her friend.

  There was no way for her to respond, not yet.

  Checking her parents’ messages, she felt disappointed, and an overwhelming sadness.

  Dad: I’m so sorry, honey. Work.

  It was always fucking work.

  Every single reason.

  Every single excuse.

  Work.

  Work.

  Work.

  She was tired of it.

  Dad: We’ll make it up to you, honey. I’m so sorry.

  They’d make it up to her.

  How?

  By not going to work.

  How could they have one moment of regret about being less than perfect parents, only to do the exact same thing on the same day?

  Mom: I’m so sorry, Lucia. Work got hectic and there was no leaving. I couldn’t just walk out. You know that. I’ll make it up to you, we’ll make it up to you. I promise.

  Again, more promises.

  Putting her phone down, she went to use the bathroom. She was sore, and she felt it with every step she took. It wasn’t a bad ache, just a constant reminder that she’d had sex for the first time.

  She’d lost her virginity, and she couldn’t tell anyone.

  One of Jack’s shirts was on the bed, and she quickly pulled it on, the scent of bacon luring her to the kitchen.

  He stood at the stove, only wearing a pair of sweatpants.

  “Hey,” she said.

  “So, how are you feeling?”

  “I’ve not responded to any messages.”

  “None of them?” he asked. “What about Marie?”

  “I didn’t know what to say. My parents would be home so I’d be going over to her place. You’d have to drop me off, but I don’t want to ditch you. I don’t know exactly how this is going to work. I don’t want things to become awkward.”

  He put the spatula down and moved toward her.

  Jack cupped her face and placed a kiss on her lips. “This is not going to be awkward. You’ve got your friends, and we can’t make this public.”

  “I know.”

  “I don’t want you to push your friend aside for me.”

  “I don’t know if I can pretend today that something magical didn’t happen last night.”

  She saw his smile soften.

  “And if anyone would notice something different, it would be Marie. I swear it.”

  “You’re not going?”

  “Can I stay here? You know, for today? I can go home tomorrow.” She hated asking, and it felt a little like begging right about now.

  “You can stay with me, Lucia. You will always be welcome here. Do you want coffee or juice?”

  “Coffee, please.”

  “Coming right up.”

  He kissed her again, and she took a seat at the counter.

  She couldn’t look away as he poured her some coffee.

  “Why don’t you let Marie know that you won’t be available today?”

  “Okay.”

  She left the kitchen, and, finding Marie’s number, she clicked the “call” button.

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p; “It’s about time you got in touch with me, loser,” Marie said after the third ring.

  “Hey, sorry.” She sat on the end of Jack’s bed as she talked to her friend.

  “How did it go last night?”

  “My parents didn’t make it home.”

  “They didn’t? Those assholes.”

  “You already knew they wouldn’t.”

  “I was hoping I was wrong.”

  “Nope, not wrong. I’m not really speaking to them right now.”

  “Do you want me to come over? I know your mom hates me and all, but I’d put up with her for you.”

  She hated lying to her friend. “I’m actually not feeling well at the moment. I’m sitting in bed, you know, trying to get well so I can be at school on Monday.”

  “Oh, I wonder if you’ve got that nasty bug going around.”

  “Yeah, I think I do. It’s not too bad, but I don’t want to let it spread. You know how it is.”

  “Say no more. Mark can wait. I’ve got him on DVD. Take care, and I’m going to let you get back to feeling better. Love you.”

  “Love you too.” She ended the call, feeling awful for lying. Not once before had she lied to her friend.

  “You okay?” Jack asked, drawing her attention to his presence.

  “It’s the first time I’ve ever lied to her.” She stared down at her phone. making sure that she had in fact ended the call.

  She had.

  This was going to be new.

  The lying.

  The sneaking around.

  “What about your parents?”

  “I’m not ready to speak to them right now. They’re probably at work or something. I don’t know.” Right now, she didn’t care.

  They had burst her happy bubble, and Jack had put it back together again.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  “Starving.”

  “Come on, let’s eat. Everything always feels better after food.”

  He took her hand, and she didn’t fight him, willingly going with him as they entered the kitchen. The counter had been set up for breakfast, and in a small vase was a single rose.

  “A rose for a pretty lady,” he said, taking the rose and sniffing it.

  He handed it to her, and she was careful until she realized he’d removed all the thorns for her. Sliding it in her hair, he smiled.

  “How did you get a rose in October?” she asked.