Teach Me Sweetly

by Abby Gale

  So I've found this place in school. Silent and away from everyone. It's also away from the temptation of stealing Eva away.

  As my fingers hit the keyboard rapidly, my mind keeps getting away from the book I’m so close to finishing. Finally, I stop forcing myself to write the words I can’t even comprehend, I open up my email to read the stories my students send me. That would need less focus while still doing something productive. Or that’s what I thought. But when I open Eva’s story first and read the first few words, I should’ve known that wouldn’t be the case.

  My perfect day, hmm?

  It’s easy.

  It would be you and me.

  Just us. No one else. Like no other people on earth to bother us.

  Only us. Our desires. Our voices. Our laughter.

  My perfect day would start watching you. You're so hot while you swim. I just want to lick every drop of water off of your body.

  I hum with pleasure the image of her doing that causes before continue reading.

  And I’d taste you. Right on that spot. In the open where anyone can see, but there’s no one else but us, right? I’d wrap my fingers around you and stroke you before putting you in my mouth. I’ve never done that, Elijah. But I want you to teach me how to please you like you do to me every morning. I want to feel your cock in my mouth, I want you to fuck my mouth like you fuck my pussy. I want to taste your cum.

  My cock is iron hard in my jeans. The thought of those gorgeous lips wrapped around me almost makes me come in my jeans without even a single touch. Reading these words make me want to hear them from her breathy voice.

  And you'd kiss me with passion like you always do. You'd taste yourself on my tongue. Would it make you hard again? I hope it does because it makes me wet. And I want you to bend me over something, whatever it is and fuck me senseless. I love it when you're gentle with me, but I want to feel you rough too. I want your handprints on my ass. I want your fingers to bruise my skin as you fuck me hard. I want you to make me scream and muffle it with your hand over my mouth. I want you to pull my hair and drive into me, chasing your pleasure in my body. I want to feel your teeth on my neck, my shoulder, my spine. God, Elijah… I want to feel you inside me for days when you're done with me. I want to be a mess. I want to be a slut. Your slut.

  I grit my teeth to the word I’ve heard people use in this school for Eva. I understand why she chooses that word.

  God. She’s not a slut. She’s a fucking gorgeous angel.

  But I know when she writes those words she doesn’t build her walls up like she did in this school. Instead, I imagine her biting down her lip with that mischief gleam in her eyes she openly shows me.

  I want to get out of this library and find Eva and fuck her senseless just like the way she wants to, but I don't think the school would approve the huge hard-on I'm sporting. So, instead of looking for my girl in the hallways like a madman, I reach for my phone and message her.

  *Library. Now.*

  Three dots appear and disappear a few times until she finally sends a reply back.

  *Now?*

  Oh, baby girl. You have no idea the monster you created.

  *Right. Fucking. Now.*

  Three dots appear, and this time her reply comes fast.

  *Yes, Mr. Richards.*

  I groan out loud at her response and stare at the door as every second feels like hours to me.

  Finally, the door creaks open, and she stands there. Her cheeks are rosy, her eyes have that mischievous hunger, and her thighs pressed together. Too beautiful to look at. Too beautiful to look away.

  I crook my finger at her, and she slowly makes her way to me.

  The way she walks the distance between us may be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  She stops a foot away from me. Her breasts heave with each breath she takes. She looks at me under her lashes, and my dick is too hard it fucking hurts.

  “Bend over that desk,” I order her. I can’t even recognize my own voice. It’s so low with the desire runs through my veins.

  She walks to the desk, swaying her gracious ass before bending down to rest her tits against the wooden desk. She looks around like she wants to be sure there is no one watching us. When her face is turned toward me, her eyes are full of excitement and lust as I make my way to her.

  “Are you wet, baby girl?”

  “Why don’t you find out yourself, Mr. Richards?” she fires back.

  Lifting her skirt up, I palm her pussy. Her wetness has already soaked her lace panties. I hum with approval.

  “Good,” I coo as I grab her hair in one hand while freeing myself with the other. “This will be hard and quick. Do you think you can keep silent?” I taunt her, rubbing my cock on her pussy through the lace.

  “I don’t know,” she breathes out.

  I grab her panties on both sides and tear it with one move. Her surprised shriek makes me chuckle.

  “Open your mouth,” I whisper to her ear, lifting her back to my chest. When she does as I say, I bring her ripped panties to her mouth. “Keep it between your lips. Don’t make a sound.”

  She wriggles in my hold, rubbing herself on my cock. Flesh against flesh.

  “God, you feel so good,” I groan. When she mumbles around the panties on her mouth, I pull it out to hear what she’s trying to say.

  “I’m on the pill. It helps with my period. You can… if you want to…” she trails off.

  Placing my head on her entrance, I whisper, “You want my cum filling you up, baby girl?”

  She moans. “Yes.”

  Without giving her a warning, I thrust into her and almost come right that second.

  Fuck.

  I’ve never fucked without a rubber. I didn’t know it feels this… fuck… this amazing.

  "Elijah," she whispers, and I slap her ass cheek, making her groan in pain but the way her pussy squeezes me I know she liked it. So I repeat again and move in and out of her slowly just to feel her on my cock. It's magical.

  I wrap my arms around her middle and press her body against mine even closer as I pick up my pace. She meets me thrust for thrust, and we're both panting mess with our need for each other.

  “Did you lock the door?” I ask even though I know she didn’t.

  She stills in my arms, her nails dig into my forearms with panic as she shakes her head.

  “Oh, bad girl…” I tease as I keep pushing into her. “Anyone can walk in on us. See me inside you. Anyone can see how you look while you come,” I whisper to her ear, biting her earlobe.

  She whimpers and pushes her ass to my groin even harder.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I grunt as my moves get rougher.

  “You like the risk of getting caught.”

  Thrust.

  “You like them knowing who you’re fucking.”

  Thrust.

  I wrap her hair around my fist and pull. With my arm wrapped around her chest, I press her back to my chest, pushing into her even harder. She claws at my arms, reaches back to grab and pull my hair. Turning her head, I capture her lips with a rough kiss.

  When our lips separate, I hold her hips and keep our bodies flush as both of us are so close to release.

  "You want them to know who you belong to," I growl and grit my teeth when her walls wrap me like a fist as her orgasm shakes her body.

  And after two more thrusts, I come inside her with her name a mantra on my lips.

  23

  Elijah

  Inside my truck in the school parking lot, I look at the paper in my hand. Reading and re-reading it. In my situation -no job, no money, and no certainty about the future- this should’ve been a hard decision, but it’s not.

  I’ve been thinking about this since I realize Eva is the one for me. We shared so many things. Countless orgasms. The immeasurable bliss we gave each other with our touch and hold. Every high and blissful satisfaction we found only in each other’s arms. The endless breaths we chanted each other’s name like a prayer.
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  84 days since our first dance, the first time I had her in my arms, the first time my body realized how perfect we were together.

  75 visits to the Westside. Where we were just two lovers, who enjoy small things in life. Where we kissed and hugged without worrying about prying eyes. Where we were free to dream of a life without rules and separation. It was our little world away from whispers and judgment.

  32 pasta dinners. The pure joy of life feeding more than our hunger for food. Every shared smile, every exchanged word were like another knot to strengthen the bond we had.

  28 morning swims. The trust she gave me as she fought with the pain and fear each day. The small wins at every time she managed to stay above the water. Every excitement and happiness when she could do a short lap in the pool, I knew she planted herself more into me.

  15 books read. The common interest that came to us so easily so naturally while most of the couples in this world try to find a way to create a connection. Every time she fell asleep on my chest as I read to her made me imagine a lifetime doing this exact thing with her.

  9 ripped articles of clothing. The undying hunger and passion we had for each other. To connect, to be one. Our need was too great to be stopped by some offensive fabric.

  7 fantasies brought to life. 7 times when our reality was much better than any dream could be.

  3 words left unsaid, even though we both felt it every day without even vocalizing them.

  1 moment I irreversibly fell in love with her.

  And all these moments were a countdown to this moment. The moment I’ll come to a decision.

  Call it a sixth sense, but I knew something was wrong when Mr. John called me to his office after my class a few days ago. I gave Eva a small smile as she looked at me with panicked eyes. We both had the same thought, same worry. And in my gut, I knew we were busted. I searched for the panic inside me, but I found none. I didn’t regret anything I’d done with Eva. I wished things were different and we weren’t a teacher and a student, but I didn’t regret.

  Even though in the last few months I was the teacher, as I follow Mr. John in the hallway I was again the high school boy who got into trouble.

  I waited without saying anything as Mr. John walked around his desk and sat in his chair. I didn’t sit on one of the chairs in front of his desk. If he was gonna judge me for something I didn’t regret, then I wanted to look at him from above. We stared at each other. I knew he was expecting me to ask, but I wasn’t going to do that.

  After a minute or two, he chuckled, shaking his balding head.

  “I can’t say I’m surprised,” he said finally.

  Crossing my arms against my chest, I waited for him to continue.

  “She’s trouble, that girl. But I warned you, Elijah.” His voice was smug.

  When he realized I wouldn’t say anything, he finally had the decency to become serious.

  “The school ground has cameras, Mr. Richards. The parking lot and the sports field." He licked his lips before smiling like a predator and adds, "You're not the only one who likes to do inappropriate things under the bleachers."

  It was two weeks ago. I asked if Eva had anything she wished she experienced during high school. And being the sexy angel my Eva was, she said she’d never kissed under the bleachers.

  That was where I took her.

  It started simple, innocent. But our need for each other exploded the moment our lips touched, and the next thing I knew was we were getting rid of our clothes.

  I gritted my teeth. My hands turned to fists.

  I wanted to punch him.

  I bet my truck on it, he liked to watch those “inappropriate things” while he jerks himself off.

  I wasn't angry that we were caught. I was mad that this fucker had seen my beautiful Eva.

  “What now?” I gritted out.

  He shrugged. “I should write a report on it. I’m sure Miss Faye’s parents would get her out of this mess. They’re rich anyway. But I don’t think they’d have any mercy for you.”

  I wanted to snort.

  He had no idea how Eva’s parents were. I knew they wouldn’t care. If they were, that would be only for the sake of their name.

  "But it's so messy," he continued. "I'd prefer to keep it a secret between us."

  My hands flexed and tensed on my sides.

  "Would you keep it a secret if I bring my resignation letter?"

  He frowned.

  “Young man… why would you want to do that? She’s just-”

  “Don’t fucking finish that sentence!”

  He swallowed but chuckled to hide his stress.

  “Well… in that case, yes. There wouldn’t be any crime to report anyway.”

  “Good. Then I’ll do it.”

  "Wait. Think it through. Our English teacher informed us that she won't come back for the new semester. She wants to take care of her baby. You can keep the job. Don't come to a decision so quickly. Take a week to decide. I won't accept any answer from you earlier than that. You young men like to make decisions with your dicks."

  "Stop. Talking." I growled, and thankfully he did.

  “Well, decide what to do young man. And take this advice from me, No pussy is worth your career.”

  I strolled toward him and hit my fists on his desk. "In my dictionary, you are a pussy, and you're not worth a dime. But her… she's worth so much more than my career. She's worth everything."

  I inhale and exhale slowly to calm myself. Every time I remember his words about Eva, I regret not breaking his bones.

  I made my decision before I left his office, but I still took the time just so I can calm down.

  As I sit in my truck now, I’m still sure of my decision. I don’t know if I’ll find another teaching job, but I don’t care. I’d work in a cafe, or wherever that would take me to make money. Everything in my future would be figured out as long as that future involves Eva.

  That girl grabbed my attention since the first second I laid eyes on her. She demanded my interest without doing anything. She fascinated me. Evangeline Faye has the biggest heart I know. She loves and cares even though everyone gives her a reason not to.

  Her happiness, her pain, her voice, her smile… everything about her makes me fall in love with her every fucking day.

  And I want her in my life. Every day until the last.

  24

  Eva

  Time is an odd thing.

  When you want it to hurry up, it drags, but when you want to stop the time, it slips from your hands.

  Time is cruel.

  I don't believe it heals. I think it tortures.

  When you suffer, it slows, so you suffer longer. When you're happy, it moves faster, so your happiness doesn't stay long.

  That's what happened with Elijah and me. We were so happy in the last three months. I laughed like I've never laughed. I loved like I've never loved another. And he loved me like I've never been. Even though the words haven’t been said, I know what I feel.

  But the cruel bitch time didn't like it. It moved so fast, our limited time came to an end.

  As I sit in the class, the excitement in the air makes me want to gag. People are over the moon that high school finally ends. They don’t know what it means for me.

  It’s funny how things quickly change. I used to count down to this day, now all I want is to stop the time.

  “Miss Faye?” Mrs. Jenkins, the chemistry teacher, shakes me from my thoughts.

  I frown when I see the paper in her hand. “Mr. John is asking for you.”

  My frown deepens. The worry inside me multiplies as I grab my bag and make my way out of the class.

  With every step I take toward the headmaster's office, dread sets its root inside me more and more. Maybe it's my already sour mood, or maybe it's just a strange intuition, but I can't shake the feeling that something bad will happen. My feet want to go back to class. No. They want to go back to Elijah. To our beautiful bubble full of laughter and love.

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bsp; My palms get sweaty as I look around. The nurse and Mrs. Green's offices look empty. They must've left early. That should give me relief. At least I won't be sent to counselor's office, but instead, it just makes me feel like spiders running through my skin.

  There's no reason for me to feel like this. I've been in this building, in his office more than I can count during my high school years. Then why do I feel like this visit will ruin the bubble I came to love so much?

  I try to think of this morning with Elijah. But even that doesn't ease the hold around my heart. He was different this last week. It was like Déjà vu of his first week here, barely seeing each other, other than in passing as he was at school working on his novel more and more each night. In the moments we did have together he was distracted and restless like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every touch he graced me with seemed almost hesitant, a mere shadow of his usual all-consuming caress. I thought he was as sad as I am that our time is ending, but now I wonder if there was something else that has been bothering him.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” Elijah nuzzles my neck, breaking the strange silence that fell over us.

  I don’t want to tell him my worries or how he seemed distant this last couple of days. I don’t want to be that girl who gets attached to the first guy who shows her attention and mistakes the fun with love and promises. Elijah didn’t promise me anything. He didn’t tell me he loved me. I feel like he loves me by everything he does, but maybe it’s just wishful thinking. Maybe I’m just a hookup in this new town for him. He’ll go to Seattle and forget me.

  I bit my cheek, just thinking that the end of the semester will be the end of us hurts me.