Make Me Bad: Private Lessons

by Vega, W. H.

Grace rolls her eyes and grabs her purse. “Just leave her alone,” she whispers to me, “She’s been after him since we arrived.”

  The jealous side of me wants to say Well that’s too damn bad because I’m the one who is screwing him.

  Instead I wrinkle my nose. “Please. He’s our teacher. I don’t think he’s interested.”

  Grace shrugs. “He’s not that much older than us. And he’s definitely hot. I know a few teachers who have hooked up with students back home on campus.”

  Of course she did. They were probably all friends of Ava’s. Don’t get me wrong, I really liked Ava; but right now I was seeing red. Not that it was her fault. How was she supposed to know that I was already hooking up with Luc? And she probably trusted us all enough not to say anything should something happen between her and a teacher. Of course, Ava didn’t have as much at stake as I did, so what did she care about other people knowing?

  I can tell Grace is annoyed, and isn’t going to battle with Ava. She pulls the door open. “Alright ladies, let’s go,” she says again, motioning to Cleo and me. Cleo doesn’t really seem like she cares what Ava does.

  Luc walks coolly over to Ava’s coat and purse and picks them up. He smiles sweetly at Ava and hands them to her.

  “Good night, Ava,” he says pointedly, guiding her towards the door.

  Ava makes an annoyed scoffing sound, and slightly trips over her feet. Perhaps she’s had more to drink than I thought.

  “Whatever,” she grumbles, yanking her purse across her body.

  Luc herds us out into the hallway. “See you ladies in class on Tuesday. Make sure you have those melodies transposed.” And with that he shuts the door.

  “Do you believe that?” Ava huffs, as we trudge down the steps.

  “Please,” Grace says, “You’re drunk.”

  “I am not.” Ava trips down the last step and lands in a heap.

  Cleo laughs loudly. “You most certainly are. But that was definitely a valiant effort to get into Luc’s pants.”

  “Whatever. His loss.” She brushes herself up, tossing her hair back.

  “Besides,” Cleo says, “he’s a teacher, not to mention American. Go find yourself some hot French guy.” She gives us all a sly smile. “I promise they won’t disappoint in bed.”

  “Cleo!” I exclaim, swatting her.

  “What?” she asks innocently. “Philippe is amazing! And it’s fun! We’re going home in six weeks! Live a little.”

  “I think Cleo has the right idea,” Grace agrees, “Go find some sexy university student, Ava. Luc is so hot and cold anyway. He always seems to be brooding.”

  “He wasn’t brooding tonight,” I can’t help but point out.

  “True. But that’s what I mean about hot and cold.”

  Cleo nods. “We were just saying that the other week, weren’t we Maddie?”

  I nod, because we were talking about his Jekyll and Hyde personality.

  “But think about how hot it would be to hook up with your teacher?” Ava moans. “That’s the kind of thing to do in Paris.”

  “Well then hook up with one of your French teachers,” Grace stresses, “You can hook up with any American teacher at home.”

  Ava nods, slightly mollified, “You’re right. I’m going to find myself a hot French guy.” She twirls around in the street. “You hear that, Paris?” she yells.

  We all burst out laughing.

  “Shh!” Grace says, tugging on her sleeve. People are staring at us.

  Ava ignores her, yelling back into the street. “I’m going to find myself a sexy French man!” she cries.

  A few people on the streets hoot and holler back at us.

  “Oh my god, you’re embarrassing,” Cleo says. “Get her home, Grace.”

  “I’m trying,” Grace says, tugging on Ava’s coat to pull her along. “I didn’t realize she drank so much.”

  We reach their building and Grace waves us off as she helps Ava up the stairs.

  “Well, that was interesting,” Cleo remarks.

  “Yes, it was. Ava’s a bit of a loose cannon.”

  Cleo laughs. “Well, those loose cannons are always fun to have around. Always entertaining.” She looks over at me. “You seemed quiet tonight.”

  Damn. She’s perceptive and she knows me too well.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. You didn’t drink much.”

  “I didn’t really feel like it tonight.”

  “Everything okay?”

  Well, if there was ever a time to tell Cleo, it was now.

  “Actually, there is something I want to tell you.”

  Cleo stops in the street, staring at me. “Jesus. I knew something was wrong.”

  “Oh don’t be so dramatic,” I scold, pulling her along. “It’s not that big of deal.”

  Though it kind of was.

  “So, what’s going on?”

  I look over at her, giving her my most serious face. “You need to swear, and I mean swear that you are not going to say anything.”

  Her eyes gleam excitedly. “I swear!”

  “No, really, Cleo. I mean it. No one can know. Not Grace, not Ava, not Philippe. No one.”

  “Fine, fine, fine. I swear! My lips are sealed! I’m dying to know now.”

  I giggle and take a deep breath. “I’m secretly seeing Luc.”

  Cleo stares at me blankly as if she doesn’t quite comprehend what I’m saying.

  “Wait,” she says, stopping in the street and holding her hand up. “Can you say that again?”

  I laugh. “You heard right. I’m seeing Luc – our teacher. I’m sleeping with him.”

  “Holy shit!” she cries, waving her arms in the air. “Are you freaking kidding me?”

  “No! Come on, let’s keep walking.”

  “Oh my god, Maddie! Are you serious? You are sleeping with Luc? The same Luc whose apartment we just left?”

  I giggle again. “Yes.”

  “Oh my gosh,” Cleo laughs, “And Ava was just throwing herself at him.”

  “I know,” I say darkly, “So annoying, but it’s not like she knows.”

  “Oh. My. God. I can’t even wrap my head around this! How have you not said anything? For how long?” She peppers me with questions. “How the hell did you not tell me this?” she demands.

  “It hasn’t been very long at all,” I say defensively, “and I’m telling you now.”

  “You could have told me before we went over tonight!”

  “Yeah, so you could watch us all night and smirk.”

  She laughs, caught. “Okay, but I need details! Most importantly, how is he in bed? I’m dying to know.”

  I giggle again. What the hell? When did I turn into this ridiculous giggling girl?

  “He’s amazing,” I say, blushing.

  Cleo squeals.

  “Totally mind-blowing, unlike-any-other-sex-I’ve-ever-had good!”

  “Oh, you lucky bitch!”

  “You just said that sleeping with Luc would be boring! You were telling Ava to go find a French man.”

  “Well, yeah, because she was embarrassing herself! But don’t get me wrong! Sleeping with any teacher is hot, especially if they look like Luc. Oh my god! I cannot believe this! Madison Evans, this is downright scandalous! I’m shocked!”

  “I know! I can’t believe it myself. But I can’t stay away. I can’t stop. He’s just too damn good!”

  “Okay, okay. When did this start?”

  “Barely two weeks ago. And we’ve only hooked up a few times. But we saw each other yesterday, and we kind of agreed to see each other more. We both really like each other.”

  “So wait? This is more than just screwing?”

  “Well, kind of. Though, that seems to be the most important thing,” I admit. “But I really like his company, and I like being with him. I want to do things with him outside the bedroom too.”

  “You sound like a freaking grown up! This is insane.”

  We’re heading up the stairs to our ap
artment now.

  “Look Cleo, I wanted to tell you because you’re my best friend and I don’t want to lie to you or go sneaking around behind your back. But Luc and I have to keep this completely quiet because he could lose his job and it could be really bad for both of our reputations. It could ruin my career before it starts, and not just because my parents are famous. People would see me as just a fame whore, trying to better my career by sleeping with him. Neither of us wants that.”

  “Of course, I understand. It makes sense. I swear I won’t say anything.” She shakes her head in wonder. “You seriously amaze me sometimes, Maddie.”

  “Alright, freak,” I say as we enter our apartment, “enough excitement for the night. I’m going to bed.”

  “Goodnight you little whore,” she calls out playfully. I roll my eyes and head back into my room.

  ~~~

  Sunday and Monday seem to crawl by, but finally it’s nearly seven on Monday night. Cleo is sprawled out on the couch with some of her textbooks, and she has finally stopped grilling me with questions about Luc.

  I feel like I’ve just spent the past thirty-six hours dissecting every single moment I’ve ever spent with Luc. Needless to say, I am exhausted.

  I walk into our living room and Cleo raises her eyebrows at me over her book.

  “Looking good,” she smirks.

  “Shut up.”

  I’m dressed in a pleated gray skirt with black boots and a simple black top.

  “Very naughty school girl,” Cleo laughs.

  I was second-guessing my outfit and now I’m worried. I hurry over to a mirror that hangs by the door to reassess my outfit.

  “Oh stop,” she teases, “I’m just kidding. You look amazing. I’m sure Luc won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”

  Before I can respond, there’s a knock at the door. Cleo puts her book down, and eagerly sits up on the couch.

  “It’s not a damn show,” I hiss, going to open the door. I’m not sure why I’m so anxious.

  I pull the door open to find Luc looking as handsome and dangerous as ever. His hair is less messy than normal, but he’s wearing dark-framed glasses that give his face a whole new level of sexy. He’s dressed in a fitted gray shirt that accents his trim physique, with a distressed black blazer and worn in jeans.

  Talk about looking good enough to eat.

  I was almost panting.

  “Maddie,” he says, his voice raw and intense.

  “Hi,” I say softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He gently grabs me around the waist, holding on just a little too long. I finally pull away and hold the door open. “Come on in.”

  He steps into our apartment and he lets out a low whistle. “You didn’t tell me you had an apartment like this.”

  Embarrassed, I bite down on my bottom lip. “You didn’t ask.”

  “No. I didn’t.”

  He finally notices Cleo. “Hello Cleo.”

  “Hi Luc,” she says, grinning madly.

  “Oh, get over yourself,” I can’t help but say, tossing a throw pillow at Cleo.

  She laughs and gets off the couch. “You two behave yourselves tonight,” she calls over her shoulder, sashaying into the kitchen. “And if you plan on coming back here, send me a text so I know to put on my white noise machine!”

  “Oh my god,” I mutter, “She’s unbelievable.”

  Once Cleo is out of sight, Luc wraps his hands around my hips and pulls me to him. He kisses me slowly and deeply, and I lose myself in the kiss, sighing happily as I kiss him back.

  “I thought about you all day,” I admit, tucking my hands into the back pockets of his jeans, feeling his ass through the material.

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yes.”

  “And what exactly did you think about?”

  “This.” I kiss him harder this time, and he groans, pulling me tightly to him.

  “If we don’t get out of here soon, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop,” he warns.

  I laugh and gently pull away. He takes my hand in a sweet gesture and looks around the spacious apartment again.

  “Your parents?” he asks. His voice is free of judgment.

  I nod. “They don’t usually do things like this,” I confess. “This is a rare exception. I guess you could say, they splurge when it counts.”

  He nods thoughtfully. “Yes, I would say this is a great splurge.” He continues to stare at our unbelievable view of the Seine and the Eiffel Tower. “Why have we been wasting time at my apartment?” he jokes.

  “Because we can run around naked there?”

  He laughs loudly. “Yes, I suppose that’s one reason.”

  “I’ll make sure we can spend naked time here too when Cleo is out.”

  “Mmm,” he says in a low voice, “that sounds perfect.”

  I grab my coat and we head out into the hallway.

  “And are you trying to drive me crazy?” he asks, looking over at me.

  “Excuse me?”

  “This outfit of yours? Are you trying to stop this dinner before it happens?”

  I stick out my chin. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “The hell you do,” he says darkly. “As if the fact that you’re my student isn’t bad enough, you wear this little seductive skirt, just begging me to bend you over and have my way with you.”

  I gasp at his language.

  “Don’t deny it,” he continues.

  I shake my head. “Cleo called it a ‘naughty school girl’ skirt.”

  “Well she was right. You look like you need a good spanking.”

  I’m so turned on I can barely breathe. This was definitely going to be a night to remember.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Luc

  Maddie must be trying to kill me – that is the only conclusion I can come to as I sit across from her at dinner, struggling to keep my focus on what she is saying and not on her damn outfit. With her short, pleated skirt and thigh-high boots, she looks like something out of every man’s fantasy. And the more I try not to think about it, the more I think about it. In fact, I have no idea what she just said.

  “Are you even listening?” she frowns at me.

  I frown back. “How the hell do you expect me to listen when you are dressed like that?” I growl.

  “This again?” she asks with confusion.

  “As if you didn’t know.”

  “I really didn’t think it was going to be this big of a deal. My god. Next time I’ll wear a turtleneck and a long skirt.”

  “Now you’re being a smart ass.” I shake my head in wonder. “How can you really not know the kind of effect this outfit would have on men?”

  “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” she says, exasperated, “I really have no clue what I’m doing. I’m so inexperienced.” She buries her head in her hands as if being inexperienced is a bad thing.

  Of course, there are plenty of men that like a woman with experience, and from my own history with women, I certainly know the perks of being with an experienced woman.

  But there are plenty of drawbacks too.

  And the more time I spend with Maddie, the more I love her inexperience. Her honesty and naïveté and the way she seems open to almost anything.

  I soften, reaching over to take her hand. “Trust me. It’s not a bad thing. It’s one of the things I like about you,” I assure her.

  She gives me a small smile.

  “Now, I apologize. Tell me again what you were saying, and I promise to try and not think about your cock-tease of an outfit.”

  Maddie’s eyes widen at my language, but she shrugs it off and launches into her story again.

  The dinner passes quickly. Soon, I’ve paid the bill and we’re heading out onto the street. There’s no way I’m taking Maddie home just yet. Unless of course, she plans on texting Cleo and telling her to put her white noise machine on.

  We step out into the cool night and I pull Maddie towards me.

  “I�
��m not ready to take you home yet,” I say darkly, brushing my lips against hers.

  “Home to your place or mine?’ she asks coyly, reaching around and pushing her hands into my back pockets.

  I let out a gruff laugh. “Very cute. Not ready to take you home to your place.”

  “Then take me back to yours.” Her voice is soft and sultry, and I can tell she wants me.

  “Text Cleo and tell her you’re not coming home tonight,” I instruct.

  She gives me an excited look and whips out her phone, quickly sending the text.

  “Done,” she says simply, dropping her phone back in her bag. “I’m all yours.”

  “You have no idea.” I take her hand and we quickly make our way back towards my apartment. Even though it’s only a handful of blocks, the journey seems to take forever.

  We finally make it to my door, and I fumble to get the key in the lock.

  “Excited?” Maddie teases.

  Before I can respond, the door swings open, and I shove Maddie inside. She gasps as I push her up against the back of the door and kiss her.

  “What is it with you and pushing me up against doors?” she pants in between kisses.

  “I just don’t have the patience to get you anywhere else,” I respond, sliding my hand up her thighs. Her skin is smooth and soft, and my cock hardens further in my pants.

  My desire for her is so strong I don’t even want to waste time taking her to the bedroom. Besides, with that outfit she is just asking to be bent over.

  I kiss her harder, moving my hand to her underwear and slipping it inside.

  “Oh!” she moans as I slowly begin to rub her sex. She’s already wet for me.

  “Christ, Maddie.”

  “I can’t help it. It’s what you do to me.”

  I slip her coat off with my free hand and then slide my hand under her shirt, squeezing at her breasts as I push my tongue deep into her mouth. I push two fingers in and out of her, loving the way she moans into my mouth.

  “Can I have my way with you?” I ask hoarsely.

  “Yes!” she gasps.

  Not missing a beat, I spin her around and she catches herself, the palms of her hands quickly flying up against the door. I bend her forward slightly until she’s at just the right angle.

  I lift her skirt up, rubbing her ass. I’m not big into S&M, but this outfit just cries out for a spanking.