by Gigi Thorne
The awkward gangly boy in the last row of seats stood up, blushing to the roots of his hair.
"Think I'm cute, do you, Derek?" I asked him, and he laughed nervously.
"It was my message," he admitted. "I sent that one."
"Oh yeah?" I threw Coco a look that let her know she was in trouble. "Will you read us Miss Garber's message, then?"
"I can't help myself," Derek read, blushing furiously. "You have no idea how many times I touch myself thinking of his big, juicy-"
"Thank you, Derek." I grinned widely at Coco. "How horribly inappropriate. Please see me at the end of the day, Miss Garber. And keep your phone on my desk."
She practically ran back to her desk while the class whistled.
I carried on with my lesson without so much as glancing at her, and I could feel her furious eyes burning into me with every step I took. Finally, the school bell saved us both.
She stormed out of the classroom and I grinned to myself as the classroom emptied. I had an hour to spare before my next class, and a very fucked up part of me wanted to do something I never should have.
I toyed with the idea for a while, eyeing Coco's phone on my desk. Finally, I took it in my hands. I'd seen the girl put her passcode in so many times it was easy to unlock it. These kids were so damn predictable.
Her screensaver was freaking Dobby the house elf. I grinned to myself as I scrolled through her messages.
The ones with Derek were a fucking gold mine of information. I scrolled throughs walls of text telling Derek how hot I was. She wasn't honest about what she did a few days ago, though. Not anywhere in sight was there a mention of that day at the pool.
Once I'd gotten the taste of her words, I wanted more. I went into her photos folder.
A minute later, I was reaching for my cock. Two, and I was stroking my hard length through my pants, watching the barely legal girl show off her new curves for the camera.
Jesus fucking shit, her dad was going to kill her. And I was going to come... hard as hell. I pulled my cock out, barely able to resist her anymore.
I stroked long and hard, ready to burst and ignore my conscience. But it was still there, the memory of my friend reminding me just how big of a jerk I was being.
I forced myself to put the phone down and put my cock back in my pants. I was so fucking swollen for her, ready to burst, and she was not there to take it.
I zipped up and went through the rest of her apps, my eyes widening as I saw one that was famous for its dirty pictures. Clicking on the icon, I soon discovered my little Coco hadn't just been taking the pictures for herself, she was taking them for her 110,012 followers.
Oh yeah, her dad was going to kill her.
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, putting her phone as far away from me as I could.
But the name of her blog stuck in my mind. I spent my next three lessons completely distracted, slipping twice and cursing myself for succumbing to the little bitch's charms.
Finally, the end of the school day came around and I was waiting in my office for her. Moments later, there it was, her timid knock on my door.
"Come in," I called out, and she opened the door, entering the room with her eyes on the floor, clutching a pile of books in her arms. "Sit down, Miss Garber."
She did, but she still wouldn't look at me.
"We have to talk before I give you your phone back," I told her plainly.
Still nothing.
"I hope you know how inappropriate this is," I said, and she looked away. "Miss Garber, will you please look at me?"
She did. Her eyes were full of hurt.
"Tell me you're sorry for the messages you sent," I said.
"I'm sorry." It was barely above a whisper.
"Louder," I demanded. "I'm not playing games here, Miss Garber. Would you like me to call your parents?"
"No," she said miserably. "I'm sorry for the messages I sent."
"Now," I said calmly. "Apologize for throwing yourself at me the other day, please."
"What?" She looked up through her thick black lashes. "I didn't throw myself at you!"
"No?" I asked her with my eyebrows raised. "You didn't get half naked and wait for me at your father's house? You didn't try to force a reaction out of me? You didn't attempt to seduce me?"
She was a mix of humiliation and anger.
"I'm sorry," she muttered.
"Louder," I demanded.
"I'm sorry!" she finally ground out. "And I won't do it again. Alright? I'm leaving."
"Don't forget your phone." I grinned, handing it to her.
When she took it, I got up and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. She gasped, barely holding on, her eyes finding mine in fear, as if I was meant to protect her instead of hurting her.
But I was never going to be that man for her.
All I wanted was to make her kneel for me, to make her obey and submit, to get her utter devotion.
I didn't want much.
Just all she had to give.
"You better learn how to behave yourself," I told her under my breath. "Or you're going to be in big trouble."
She hissed at me like a wildcat, but when I let go of her, she suddenly whimpered and stepped closer to me.
"Coco," I warned her, but she wouldn’t stop.
Her books tumbled to the floor, but she just stepped over them as if nothing mattered at all. And then she was up against me, her tight, young body pressing against mine and demanding every last bit of my attention.
"Mr. Millay," she said deliriously. "Please, just..."
I grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back. Her breaths were ragged, and she smelled like fucking sex. I wanted nothing more than to bend her over my desk and fill up that ripe little cunt, but I forced myself to stay professional.
Well... Tried to.
"Just what?" I growled at her. "Tell me."
Maybe not that hard.
"I need you," she whimpered, trying to twist out of my arms. "I need you to fuck me, I need you to kiss me, let me-"
"Coco," I said firmly. "This has gone too far. We're never going to speak of this again. You won't tell your dad and I won't either. Go home. Get over it. Get a boyfriend. Move on."
I let her go and she stumbled backwards, her eyes filling with tears.
"You don't want me," she whispered, and I ran a hand through my hair as she started picking up her books.
"No," I said roughly. "I-"
"I don't care," she said, raising her voice. "I'm leaving. I was so stupid! So fucking stupid."
With those words, she stormed out of my office, and I sat down on my chair, my mind running with thoughts and questions I'd never have the answers to.
I sat there for another hour before gathering my shit and stepping from behind my desk. My eyes landed on a book Coco must've forgotten when she stormed out.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
I smirked to myself as I turned the well-thumbed copy over in my hands. Someone had damn near murdered that copy of the book.
But somehow it made what I'd done even harder. I'd been such a jackass, denying her what she wanted so badly. It took everything I had in me to say no to the little vixen, and fuck me, I wanted to take it back.
But this was wildly, stupidly off-limits. She was the one girl I couldn't have, the one fruit I'd never get to taste. So why did I want it more than anything in the world? One taste of her sweet little cherry and I'd be in even more trouble... I needed to get her out of my head. I needed to get a grip.
Yet still, the name of her blog lingered.
Teacher's Pet...
Fuck, who was I kidding. She already had me by the balls, and I was ready to do whatever it took to get her to be mine. Never mind the consequences.
For her, it would be worth it.
3
Coco
He'd turned me down. So what? I didn't care. I didn't care about Mr. Millay one little bit.
Except it was killing me. My nails were
chewed down to the skin and my bottom lip was constantly between my teeth. He didn't want me. Even now, when I'd gotten prettier, when I'd tried so hard, he still sent me away.
It was a hit to my confidence that threatened to destroy me, and I hated him for it. I'd spent a year building up my ego and now he'd just ruined it in one fell swoop. I was going to get back at him for that.
It was the weekend and my parents had told me a couple of days earlier that they'd be away. Dad had a work trip and stepmother dearest decided to go with him to do some shopping. They'd decided I was responsible enough to be in the house by myself, and I bristled at the possibilities.
I could throw a party, but I honestly wasn't sure enough people would show up, and I didn't need another hit to my confidence. Instead, I decided to do what I did best, go back online and find someone to finally pop my cherry.
It was a brilliant idea. Finally, someone would just take my virginity that I'd been clinging on to for much too long. I was ready to get rid of it. And what better way to do it than with a complete stranger? I knew it was likely to be disappointing and nothing special, and I just wanted to be rid of it. So I decided to post something... something that would make sure one of my followers came over and helped me in my devious little plan.
I used a completely naked photo of myself, my face cut off, and added a note that read 'Home alone this weekend. So lonely. Wish someone would take care of me...'
The messages started pouring in, and I scrolled through them that whole Saturday while I lay by the pool and stuffed my face with junk food. There were some guys that just responded with dick pics. I ignored those. Others sang me praise about my blog, about my body. I talked to them until I got bored. There were even a few women who messaged, which was fun too.
By the time afternoon rolled around I was feeling disillusioned about the whole thing. That is, until my next message arrived.
The name merely said Mister and it was attached to a blog with no pictures and no content. The message was simple, too.
Don't do this, you're going to regret it.
Do what? I replied. You have no idea what I'm trying to do.
You're a virgin, aren't you?
I dropped my phone as if it had burned my fingers. I was open about it on my blog, but it still made me feel ashamed as if it was my dirty little secret.
Is it that obvious? I finally replied back.
Painfully. I giggled at his reply. You're going to get yourself in a world of trouble.
I put a finger to my lips and snapped another shot of myself by the pool, nipples hard from the cold water and my tan lines standing out against my tanned skin. I posted that one too, accompanying it with text that read 'Ready to pop my cherry. Anyone in Laguna Beach tonight?'
The messages came so fast I had to scroll to find Mister.
Bad girl, he'd said. You're making me want to come over and discipline you.
Maybe you should, I replied, adding a winky face at the end of my message.
I was feeling pretty damn pleased with myself when the doorbell rang. I threw on my pink kimono and buttoned it in the front, then ran to the door. I opened it wide, expecting a package of shoes I'd ordered, but came face-to-face with the last person I wanted to see, instead.
"Hello, Coco," he growled, and I rolled my eyes.
"My dad sent you to check on me, didn't he?" I asked exasperatedly. "Well, I'm doing perfectly alright, as you can see."
Mr. Millay ignored my words and walked into the house as if it belonged to him, looking around thoughtfully.
"Not having a party?" he asked with his eyebrows raised, and I hated the way my body responded to his growly, manly voice. "I thought I'd come and check. You know your father wouldn't like that very much, don't you, Coco?"
"No party for me," I replied nonchalantly. "I'm just hanging out. You know, by myself."
"Is that so?" he asked, coming dangerously close to me as he walked outside into the backyard.
His arm brushed mine and when it did, it sent a shiver down my spine. God, I hated him. He just had to do that, didn't he? As if he knew the reactions my body got from being around him. And yet he didn't return any of the feelings I'd had for him since the tender age of fifteen. What a prick.
"Looks like you're doing just fine," he said, walking further out. "I'm glad to see you've stopped texting in class too. I take it your inappropriate crush is over?"
"Very much so," I replied, my cheeks reddening to the point I thought I'd burst into flames.
“Good, maybe you can find someone your own age now,” he said calmly. “Your friend Derek seems to like you.”
“He’s just a friend,” I muttered, hating myself for wanting to reassure Mr. Millay that there was nothing between me and Derek Duke.
He was playing me. What a fucking dick. He was just using his position to make me uncomfortable. Well, luckily for him, I wasn't going to fall for it. I had all my barbs out and I was ready to fend off his ridiculous remarks.
"So, no one's coming over tonight?" Theo asked innocently, and I blushed to the roots of my hair again. "No one special coming to see you now that you're alone?"
"I don't see how that's any of your business," I bristled. "Who do you think you are, anyway?"
"Your father's best friend," he replied easily. "And I don't take my responsibility lightly."
He walked up to me, and suddenly he was right up in my business. I scrambled back, my ass pressing against the glass French doors that led inside the house.
"What responsibility?" I asked roughly, and he smirked in my face.
"Oh, you know," he said easily, his body dangerously close to mine. "Taking care of his most precious possession."
"I'm not a possession," I said angrily. "I'm nobody's property."
"That's right," Mr. Millay said thoughtfully. "I keep forgetting, you're eighteen now. You get to do anything you want, don't you, Coco?"
I nodded, my throat too tight to get any words out.
"And what is it that you want the most, Coco?" he asked me gently, his hands landing on the glass on either side of my body, caging my body between them. "Tell me, maybe I can help."
Good fucking God he was driving me crazy. The wetness between my legs was so obvious he just had to reach between my thighs to feel the sticky juice my pussy was leaking so desperately. But of course, he didn't. He just liked teasing me like this, making me feel mortified when I fell for his charms. I hated him so much.
"You don't get to ask that," I replied weakly, and he laughed in my face.
"No?" he asked. "I thought out of all people, I should be the one to know. You are still crushing on me, aren't you, Coco?"
"No," I replied, my voice shaky as fuck. "I don't have a crush on you..."
God, I hated the effect he had on me. He turned my knees to jelly and my thoughts to mush. And all I wanted was for him to touch me... Run his fingers down my arms, feel my virgin pussy through the fabric of my swimsuit. I was so desperate for it I was practically panting.
"No, maybe it isn't a crush," Theo said softly, his hands moving dangerously close. "Maybe you're just in love with me. Is that it, Coco? You fell for Daddy's best friend?"
"No," I replied, at a loss for words.
"Your top is see through," he said thoughtfully. "I can see your fucking nipples, Coco. Are they always this hard?"
I looked off to the side, ashamed. But I didn't cover up.
"Pink nipples," he muttered. "My favorite. Did you know that?"
"N-No," I stuttered. "I'm not-I mean, I didn't."
"No?" He was taunting me. What a jerk. "I wonder what happens if I touch you... you're not going to moan for me, are you?"
"What?" I said, shaking my head to get the thought out. "No, I would never."
"Weird," he went on, his fingers less than an inch from my waist, "I could swear you're doing it already and I don’t even have my hands on you yet, Coco."
I mewled as he gently brushed his fingertips over my waist. Just a bare
ly there touch. It could have happened by accident, but we both knew it hadn't. He chuckled at me, not even a little bit surprised by my response.
"Why are you doing this?" I breathed. "Don't torture me, it's so mean."
"So why do you like it?" he asked. "Why do you want me touching you, if it's so mean?"
"Please," I begged, and he grinned at me.
"Please what?"
I stayed stubbornly quiet, and his hands dropped down. Before he could move away, I reached out, my fingers wrapping around his forearms. Electricity shot through me and I looked away, unable to handle the weight of his gaze.
"Please," I said softly. "Touch me more. Touch me here..."
I guided his hand between my legs, and his fingers brushed my inner thigh, making me pant.
"No." His reply was firm, and he gently pried my hands off while my heart pounded. "You know as well as I do this is all kinds of fucked up, Coco."
Denied again. Turned down again. Why was he doing this to me? It was as if he were completely intent on destroying my confidence, once and for all. I'd never hated anyone more.
"Fine," I managed to get out. "Now that you've scoped the place out, please go."
"Alright," he drawled out. "I'll see you Monday, Miss Garber."
I pouted as he moved past me to walk through the glass door. He didn't give me a single look as he left, and I hated him for that too.
I stayed in place until I heard the front door shut and the roar of his car's engine as he pulled out of our driveway. It took me several minutes to finally calm down, let out a breath, and move away from the door.
I was so angry, but it didn't compare to the sense of betrayal I felt. I thought Theo and I were friends, I thought he was on my side. We used to be so close when I was younger. Why did I have to ruin everything? Why did I have to get this stupid stupid stupid crush on him? We used to be friends. We used to be close. He used to care about me.
For the past week, he seemed intent on proving exactly the opposite.
With a huff, I went back out to the pool, but when I did, I caught my own reflection in the hallway mirror.
God, my kimono really was completely see-through. Mr. Millay probably thought I was so pathetic, trying to hit on him again. What a mess.