"Why not?" I pout. "We've had sex in this classroom before"
"Not with the school filled with faculty and students. The bell only rang a few minutes ago, Savannah. There's a possibility anyone might walk in." Landon's being completely reasonable yet I can't help but feel hurt and rejected. He stopped me too easily.
I bend down, sticking my ass up in his direction as I quickly grab the book and notebook I dropped on the floor. Once I have them secure in my hands I make a dash for the classroom door but as usual Landon is faster than me and blocks my exit. "Don't leave. You can't leave mad at me." His concern only makes his rejection worse.
"I'm not mad," I say as I shrug my shoulders with indifference. "I have a job to get to, remember."
"Savannah, why don't you tell me what's really wrong?" In our short time together he already knows me so well. He knows I'm not indifferent and he wants to help–he likes to be my knight in shining armor.
So I reluctantly tell him. I tell him about the bet and its origin, why it means so much to me, and why I'm so worried about not getting the prom queen nomination. I give him a rundown of my family's history of prom queens so maybe he'll see the importance of it all. I know I must sound every bit of eighteen as I express my deep-seated concern but part of being in a mature adult relationship is being honest. I want to be honest with Landon even if that means he starts to see me for the teenage girl I really am.
When I'm done talking and embarrassed at how devoted I am to this silly crown, Landon surprises me by wrapping me in his long arms and holding me to his chest. I smile, as I stay warm in his embrace, grateful he still wants to be with me.
Chapter Fifteen
March
Landon
"And how does the voting work during the presidential primary?" I ask before resuming my feast and firmly licking her clit up and down. I'm one happy nerd because I get to indulge in my two favorite things–Savannah and history.
Savannah is startling perfection naked on my kitchen table. She's sitting on the edge of the table, her ass barely on the surface. Her thick, luscious thighs are spread wide and I'm kneeling on the floor in front of her with her legs over my shoulders, making love to her with my mouth. My tutoring session with her took a wild turn when I decided to reward her with an orgasm because she scored an A minus on her Presidential Primary pre-test in my class. While I take care of her needs, I run over the questions with her again so she's fully prepared for the actual test tomorrow.
"It...the voting." Her head falls back, her hair raining down the length of her back as she fails to answer my question. She's too absorbed in the way I'm expertly pleasuring her. I slide my hands underneath her so I'm cupping her ass cheeks and then I pull her further off the edge of the table. Her fingers tangle into my hair, gripping my locks tightly as she holds on for balance. I trail a hand to the crack of her enviable ass, running my index finger up and down the crease, teasing her softly until I stop at her back entrance. Not giving her a chance to protest what I want to do next, I insert the pad of my finger in her dark, tight hole. She groans out in pleasure so I go deeper until my entire index finger is enclosed in her warmth.
"Landon, I love how incredible that feels," she groans, her chest rising and falling heavily with each aroused breath she takes.
I move my lips off her swollen clit for a moment and respond, "Imagine how good it will feel when it's my dick. I'll make it feel so good, sweet girl." The idea of claiming every inch of her body causes my dick to get even harder.
Her body trembles from my words as I continue to finger fuck her ass. Licking my lips and tasting her decadent juices, I lower my mouth back on her for more, sucking her worked-up clit between my lips. I move my other hand that's supporting her ass cheek and slide two fingers inside her hungry cunt, massaging her g-spot over and over again as she shivers around me. She’s filled completely as I work hard to bring her to an earth-shattering climax.
Savannah's eyes roll to the back of her head, the walls of her pussy tightening around my fingers. "Fuck...yes...damn...don't...stop." Her moans and pleas of pleasure end with a high-pitched scream and then she's coming all over my fingers, her hips gyrating as she pushes her clit further between my lips. I continue to suck on the tight bundle of nerves as I pump my fingers in her ass and cunt over and over again until she's finished her climax and sated.
She falls back on the bare kitchen table, completely spent. Her legs tremble from the aftermath of her explosive orgasm. She looks breathtakingly beautiful sprawled out like this–like a fucking one-of-a-kind fine art display on my table. My finger leaves her tight asshole and then I slip out the two fingers I have buried in her warm cunt, bringing them to my mouth and sucking her juices off. I can’t get enough of this sweet girl and how incredible she tastes. Over the years I've had a plentiful amount of women and no one feels and tastes as good as Savannah does. I'll never get enough of her.
There's a small part of me that feels guilty. I'm seven years older than her. I know there's a large part of society that will look at me as a dirty old man if they ever find out about us. I get it, I really do. When I began fantasizing about the little minx she was seventeen, and if I had acted on it my ass would be in jail–rightfully so–but everything we did together was after she turned eighteen. Us being together may carry a stigma that's hard for others to ignore but our relationship is completely legal. I refuse to feel bad about being happy with her.
Savannah has that endearing southern charm that most girls have in Tennessee but it's mixed with a tough, troubled girl who I want to save. She's fucking gorgeous and her pussy tastes better than the sweetest candy. Her cunt sucks my cock in like a Venus flytrap and never wants to let me go–I want to die this way, my cock smothered in her velvet warmth and my lips molded against hers.
I love sex. There are meth addicts, food addicts, alcoholics, and habitual pot smokers in the world but my drug of choice has always been sex. Each woman has a different potency–each smell and taste unique and different but all are good. Savannah is rare. She's the sweetest, most expensive, best high drug that was made for me. I'll never give her up.
I stand up from my kneeling position on the ground and search for my athletic pants. I'm able to grab a condom from the front zip pocket before Savannah attempts to move from her relaxed position on the table. I guess I really wore her out. I hope she's ready to take more of me because I'm not even close to being done with her tonight.
I slide the latex condom on my aching cock and crawl on top of her waiting body. She lets out a tired groan from somewhere deep within and I sweetly kiss her flushed cheek. "I know you're tired, sweet girl, but I need to be inside you."
Reaching for her thigh I wrap her leg around my hip, opening her up to me. Lining my cock at her entrance I sink into her until I'm sheathed inside her warmth. She lets out a sigh, as if she feels just as complete as I do when we're connected intimately like this.
Almost immediately I'm ready to release my load but I suppress the urge to come. Instead I focus on her, kissing her small feminine shoulders and long supple neck before capturing her mouth with mine. I wordlessly express my love for her with my lips as I push into her, over and over again.
"Harder," she begs softly and I listen to her command. "Faster," she pants out as her fingers dig into the flesh of my back. I follow her instruction, giving her exactly what she needs from me in the moment. Then she whispers the words I love to hear every time we make love. "I'm coming."
Savannah contracts around me and I thrust inside her once more as my orgasm takes over and I fill the condom with my cum. I wish so badly things were different between us during sex. I wish we were older and better prepared for any consequence. I want nothing more than to throw away my condoms, plant my seed deep inside her, and own her body completely. I want to watch my cum drip from her pussy and down her legs and then I want to massage my seed all over her cunt until I've coated every inch.
I guess I'll just have to wait until we're more prepared
and I'm not worried about impregnating the little vixen.
When I've come down from the high of my most treasured drug I pick her lax body up and carry her to the sofa. We cuddle naked under the fleece covers and I'm hoping time stops for a little while because I don't want to drive her home yet. Things will be so much better in a few months when she graduates. Then I can kiss her luscious lips in public, claim her perfect mouth with mine so all those douchebags who fawn after her can see she's off the market.
Then I'll bring her to my aunt's house and make an obscene scene, kissing and groping her in front of the entire family. It will be uncharacteristic of me but the show will be just for Chett. He needs to know Savannah is mine and that he should shut his fucking trap about her because if I have to hear one more time about how bad he wants her to fuck him, I'm going to kick his ass so bad he won't be able to fuck anyone.
"I don’t know how it's possible but each time gets better and better," Savannah whispers happily, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"I know, sweet girl. At this rate we're going to set all kinds of records."
She slips her delicate arms around me and I hold her to my chest, her left ear resting right above my heart. The top of her head is under my chin and I tilt my head to brush my nose along her hair and inhale deeply. Her scent is intoxicating and I wish I could smell it all the time.
"You never did answer my question."
"Hmm." She moans sleepily but I'm persistent.
"How does voting work for the presidential primary?"
"Oh, that." She yawns before continuing to answer. "The candidate with the most delegate votes in each party most likely will become their party's nominee. They have to hit a certain number and there are other things to factor in, but that’s the gist of it."
That's barely touching on it but I decide to let it go because my girl is tired. I wore her out and the knowledge of that makes me smile with pride.
"I should get you home before you fall asleep and it's impossible to wake you up."
"No," she whines, her eyes closed as she snuggles deeper into my chest. "I don't want to leave. I want to stay here with you."
"I want you to stay here, too, sweet girl, but it's a school night. I have to get you home so you can sleep in your own bed. We don't want to get caught, baby."
She reluctantly agrees, pulling away from my body and I instantly miss our connection. We both get dressed in silence, neither of us happy about having to sneak around but we don't have any other choice while she's still my student. So once she's dressed and collected her things from around my place I take her home.
Savannah
The rest of the week goes by the same as it always has recently–school, work, and intimate tutoring time with Landon. It's Friday, the last day of school before spring break, and I'm dreading lunch. This is it. There's no more stalling. Today is the day I either put up or shut up.
I've convinced myself that the plan I've come up with is a brilliant one. I have a willing scapegoat, an old-school Polaroid, and an amazing story–that could very well be true if it weren't a big fat lie. Now I just have to sell my story with believable details so my closest friends believe every word.
I walk out to the courtyard in the middle of our small school, ready to face the music. As I suspected my friends are all watching me, waiting eagerly for me to sit down at their table and share if I have any news worth sharing.
"So, do we have a prom queen nominee or not?" Jo Lynne asks, getting right to the point as I approach the table.
Shrugging my shoulders I smile shyly. "I did it. I'm no longer a virgin."
"Bullshit," Spencer coughs out from his seat next to Jo Lynne as he covers his mouth with his palm. I shoot him a dirty look before telling the brilliant story I created.
"It's true. Dylan fucked me last night in the back room of the GG-mart."
Anna Belle's eyes widen in shock before asking me, "You slept with Dylan?" At the same time Addison cheers, "Way to go, Savannah."
“Yep," I respond confidently before tossing the Polaroid down on the table. They all look down at the developed instant film and I join in with their assessment of the image. In front of us is the best selfie I could manage while holding the large camera. Dylan and I practiced posing for ten minutes before we finally decided on a shot that was believable and didn't require me to kiss him. Dylan's facing away from the camera, his face smashed against my neck. I'm tilting my head back, my eyes closed with my mouth parted in an O shape. My shirt is unbuttoned with a hint of his fingers under the material of my bra. I'm flexible so we posed with what looks like my completely bare leg up and over his shoulder and his large palm gripping my thigh.
What the image doesn't capture is Addison's old cheer shorts covering my bottom half.
My friends examine the picture and just when I think the plan has worked Jo Lynne says, "This proves nothing except that you're a good photographer. Dylan's not stupid enough to risk jail time just for a piece of jailbait ass."
Her accusation pisses me off. Not because she doesn't believe me–a part of me expected there to be disbelief. I'm pissed because after all of these years of being friends she has no fucking clue how old I am or when my birthday is. "I'm not jailbait. I've been eighteen since December, Jo Lynne. If you don't believe that I had sex with Dylan you should go over to the GG-mart after school and ask Dylan yourself."
It took a lot of convincing, and agreeing to work some of Dylan's upcoming shifts without pay, but last night I was able to get Dylan to agree to fib and tell my friends we slept together. Oh yeah, and I also had to give him my underwear. I thought it was a weird request but I was desperate so I gave him the panties I was wearing anyway with the promise they wouldn't end up on eBay or Craigslist. I immediately regretted it when he brought the material to his nose and took a big whiff of the panties I had worn all day.
I dodged a bullet not asking that sicko to take my V-card. He'd probably have tied me up and made me his sex slave.
I let Landon know about the plan, too. He was against it, jealous that Dylan would have to put his hands on me for the plan to work. He thought I should just tell people it was a guy they didn't know, but Landon doesn't get it. He doesn't attend here so he doesn't know the importance of the tradition of this bet. I don't blame him for not knowing, but the senior girls were going to need proof. A mystery guy would not do so Dylan was my only option.
"If Savannah says she slept with Dylan then she slept with Dylan. She's our friend. I believe her." Addison's sweet words remind me why she's my favorite and closest friend.
I reach over and give her hand a squeeze. "Thanks, Addison."
"I believe you, too, Savannah." Jo Lynne smirks after the words leave her mouth and then adds, "But a bet's a bet, and I'm going to have to stop by the GG-mart to verify your story with Dylan. Once he confirms he popped your cherry we can celebrate."
As I let her words resonate with me I'm truly starting to understand how fucked up we are. We'll be celebrating the loss of my virginity to a guy that means absolutely nothing to me. It's so...sad. "Sounds like a good plan to me."
The rest of the school day goes smoothly with no more talk about my lack of virginity and when the last bell of the day rings I'm happy to have the next week off from this concrete prison. I have to work some additional hours at the GG-mart covering Dylan's shifts, but other than work I plan on spending every waking hour with Landon at his home. This next week we'll be able to spend time together like a real couple–no school to worry about. The closeness I feel with Landon I never expected to feel with anyone. It makes me excited yet fearful of the future.
My fear comes from the unknown. The school year will be coming to a close soon and where will that leave Landon and me? Will we continue our relationship with the hope for a long and happy future, or will we part ways so he can teach another year at the high school while I figure out what I'm going to do with the rest of my life? The idea is terrifying because no matter what I decide I want to do wit
h my future, I know I want him in it with me. There's a small but real possibility Landon doesn't feel the same way.
Chapter Sixteen
April
Over the past few weeks I haven't had a chance to speak with Landon about my insecurities. Okay, that's a lie. I've had plenty of chances. I'm just too scared to find out what his answer might be. He tells me he loves me daily and his words are comforting. He has an insatiable appetite for my body and we make love a couple times a night. We talk about his life and mine, and we vaguely talk about our own futures, but we've yet to talk about our future together.
Tonight I'm hoping to find the lady balls to ask him about the fears I have because he's taking me out on our first real date. We've had plenty of at home dates, each one perfect in its own way, but this will be our first outing into the real world. We're driving all the way into Knoxville so that we don't have to worry about getting caught by someone who recognizes us.
I have to admit the secrecy of our relationship was a turn on in the beginning. I found it sexy to sneak around. There's a real thrill in knowing what you're doing is forbidden and you could get caught at any moment. Now the appeal of sneaking around has worn off. I can't wait to be able to show Landon off–to let my friends know about the amazing man in my life. I'll be like that's right, ladies, this fine man is with me. He picked me. Not you, me.
I guess I should say it a little more maturely than that when the time comes. I have time to work out what I'll say. Right now, I'm ready for my date.
Landon picks me up at the GG-mart at five, right when my shift ends. The spring weather is mild so I changed into a black, breezy skirt, yellow blouse, and finished off my outfit with worn, gray wool chucks on my feet. I've got an old jean jacket of my mother's on to keep me warm and when I slide into the passenger seat of Landon's car he grabs the collar of my jacket and pulls me in for a deep, passionate kiss.
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