by Marie Skye
I stopped by her office and peered in. She was at her desk, with her red-rimmed glasses, hair piled high, red lipstick, and hooker Barbie blue eyeshadow.
“I can hear you breathing from here, what did you do now?”
I smirked. She didn’t even have to look at me, to know it was me at the door. “I was just coming to say hi. It’s been a bit since I’ve seen you.” I casually strolled in, and she finally peered at me over her glasses, with one perfectly arched eyebrow raised.
“And what shit hell have you gotten yourself into now?” She narrowed her eyes as she looked me up and down. “Don’t tell me it’s one of them girls out there. You know the rules.”
I sat in the chair in front of her. “Yes ma’am, I know the rules, and no, it’s not. But, it is complicated.” I sighed, running my hand through my hair. “It’s more than complicated…it’s just, very dangerous.”
She relaxed in her chair and stared at me a bit, before shaking her head. “Since when did anything being dangerous stand in your way?” She tilted that eyebrow again, before going back to whatever she was doing before I walked in here, which was her normal way of dismissing me. And yet, she had a point.
Six
I gathered the day’s lessons and went over the syllabus for the hundredth time. I stared at the empty seat that would soon be filled with the presence of Danielle. The doors to the main entrance were opened, and the students started to file in. I once again made sure my sleeves were down, and checked my cufflinks. As the students filed in, I pulled my professional demeanor back on. But, the moment Danielle walked in the room, all of that went to shit.
Like the puppy dog he was, Smith came running after her. I tried so damn hard to act uninterested in two high schoolers talking about whatever high schoolers talked about. But that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Class started, and even with me lecturing, I couldn’t help but be distracted by Smith’s constant attention to Danielle. I even purposely fucked with him a few times, and the fucker had the audacity to answer each question correctly, which made me even more irate. Cocky fuck.
I ended up dismissing class early, just to get him out of my face. I watched as he said a few more things to Danielle, and she nodded along. Then I caught the tail end of the conversation. “Great, I’ll pick you up Friday then.” That’s when I tensed. I watched the both of them leave the room together. What the fuck was I supposed to do? Demand her to come back and tell me what the fuck he was talking about, oh, and also tell her that she shouldn’t be going anyfuckingwhere with him. Actually, yeah that’s exactly what I was going to do.
Before I could reach the door, that annoying as fuck teacher that was practically in heat around me, met me instead. “Mr. Knight, good I caught you.” I tried to blatantly ignore how each time she was around, she made a point to talk using her tits.
“Miss Barkley, I was just on my way out.” I made a show of grabbing my things, as a hint, but since that never made an impact on her; I might as well have been jerking myself off on my desk.
“I just need a minute. The dance is this weekend; you’ll chaperone, right? I could really use you; we just need some extra eyes. Nothing too over the top.” She paused and looked me up and down. “Besides, I’m sure you’ll look amazing in a suit.”
I thought for a second. “Is the dance Friday?”
She laughed as if I just said the funniest fucking joke ever. “Of course, silly, everyone’s been talking about it.” She kept talking, and I tuned her out. So that’s where Smith is taking Danielle. To the fucking dance. But, I wasn’t jealous he was taking her to a fucking dance. I was jealous that he was able to be out with her, and no one would ask questions. No one would think twice. If I stepped out with her, not only would people talk, but I would lose my job, and who knows what would be said about Danielle. I didn’t give a fuck what they said or did about me. It was her I was worried about. It’s her I worried about, with what they would say, or hell even do to her.
I sighed, cutting Miss Barkley off. “Yes, I’ll be there. Just email me the details.”
I didn’t have time to talk with Danielle. I had to get to Six for Betty’s birthday party. As per usual, I was the solo one there. Even Betty had a date… to the party she “supposedly” knew nothing about, because she was the one that planned this weird as fuck party. Everyone was having a great time, yet no one was questioning the fact that people were walking around wearing animal heads. I’ve seen some weird fucking shit, but this one was definitely in the top five.
I watched from a table, as a friend of Betty’s got up on stage, dead set on showing us her special skills. We had a stripper pole set up for tonight’s special occasion. God help us all.
“It’s a beer, not a tit.” I glanced up at Big D, as he limped over and took a seat next to me. “You’ve been nursing that beer all night. It’s gotta taste like warm piss by now.”
I shrugged, putting my beer down. “Just a long week.”
He eyed me, before taking a long sip. “See all the beautiful women we invited.” He waved around the room. “Where’s yours?”
I cleared my throat, taking an equally long sip of my beer. “What makes you think I have someone?”
He gave me a pointed stare. “You no longer fuck the clients, you immediately leave every night, and you’re constantly checking your phone and smiling at the fucking thing. I mean unless you’re texting Jag’s mom or some shit, because you know I heard she was fucking hot, in which yeah, I’d be fucking texting her too, plus rumor has it that you and her…”
I cut him off, “I’m not texting Jagger’s mom!” I looked over at Jagger, to see if he was listening. Him, Gio, and August were taking body shots off of someone laying across the bar table, wearing a gigantic bunny head. What the fuck kind of party was this!? We are not doing this again! I waved around the room. “Any of this creeping you out? Or are we just pretending to ignore it?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Oh yeah, creepy as fuck. I always knew Betty was into some fucked up shit.”
After that, I told Big D all about Danielle. It felt good to finally be able to tell someone. He listened and didn’t interrupt. When I was done, I took a deep breath, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. He stared at me a moment, not saying anything. If I knew Big D, this was his moment right before he got all philosophical. He looked at me and opened his mouth, and burped. I rolled my eyes and started to get up, and he laughed, pushing me back down.
“Age is just a number. She sounds beyond mature, and you practically grew up together, even if you barely uttered two words to her. If you love her, like you say you do, then…”
I held up my hand. “I never said I loved her.”
He slowly smiled before standing up. “Sure, you didn’t.” He hit me extra hard on the back, causing me to move forward. Fucking dick. He paused before looking back at me. “By the way, you didn’t deny fucking Jag’s mom.” He walked away laughing before I could offer any sort of defense.
The rest of the night, I tried to act like I was having fun. Or at least, pretended to. I looked at the last message I sent to Danielle two hours ago. She still hasn’t responded. And with two percent battery left, I wouldn’t know tonight.
Me: Why Smith? You know I can’t stand that fucker
I finally put my warm beer aside, made a final round, and took my sorry ass home, where I could sulk properly, and wish the girl that I really wanted was in bed next to me every night.
Seven
I awoke the next morning, not feeling any different. I checked my phone, and saw there was a text message from Danielle. It held three words, and those three words said so fucking much.
Danielle: You said no
Nine
I was on robot mode the rest of the week. The closer the dance came, the worst I got. Smith was spending more and more time with Danielle. Where did that leave me? Letting it happen. They should be spending time together. Danielle should be around someone closer to her age, even if h
e is a stupid fuck that would never amount to anything in life. I should probably be around someone that was more fitting for my age. Like…that teacher whose name I could never remember. She’s nice, sweet, always bouncy and shit. Looks like she…flosses.
Danielle was even doing a great job of avoiding me. The few times our eyes did meet, she would look away first. I found myself purposely staring. Just waiting for her to look at me, and when she did, I smiled, and she’d immediately blush, before looking away. Or when she’d see me walking down the hall, she’d turn the other way, or would suddenly pick up a conversation with whatever random student was nearby.
And now, here it was Friday. The stupid school dance, and since I was part of the faculty, I was here early, and had the undaunted task of picture taking. It was going boringly well until Smith and Danielle arrived. For some reason, it didn’t cross my mind that I had to take their picture… together, until Smith walked over. I noticed how he didn’t even bother to hold her hand, but rather expected her to follow him, while he nodded to everyone, as if he was a big fucking deal, and she just a mere dog he picked up off the side of the road, and therefore should act grateful she was even in his presence. Fucking prick.
“Yo! Mr. Knight. Pictures.” He snapped his fingers. He snapped his fucking fingers, and I was oh so happy to break each and every one of those fucking fingers. I also reminded myself I was on school grounds.
I arched a brow. “Right. We need your signatures here.” I handed him the cards. He looked behind him - waving Danielle over - still treating her like she was a fucking mutt.
My eyes slowly traveled up her body, while she waited her turn. Her dress was a dark blood red that flared at the bottom. It had a small V-neck, and the top fitted off the shoulders. With her dark hair and dark red lips to match the dress, it gave her an almost Goth look, yet she was pure elegance. When my eyes met hers, she didn’t waver them away this time. As soon as Smith turned and walked away, I gave her a small nod. “You’re exquisite.”
She gasped, as she took the pen, and my fingers lightly touched her. “Thank you,” she whispered. She was shaking as she filled out her card, and then seemed to briefly hesitate before going to stand next to Smith. Her body language was all off. If there was any clear indication she didn’t want to be anywhere near him, her standing next to him said it all right there.
He pulled her close, and at the same time her body tensed, my hands balled into fists. It was obvious not only did she not want to be anywhere near him, but she sure as fuck didn’t want that maggot touching her. I didn’t want him touching her either. I took two calming deep breaths before taking a few pictures, making sure to purposely cut him out of it, due to a slight ‘camera malfunction’; and then watched him drag her into the dance room.
Most of the night, I stood on the sideline and watched Smith ignore Danielle. In retrospect, that would’ve been fine by me, but that did nothing but piss me the fuck off. He didn’t deserve to have her by his side. She was miserable, and all I wanted to do was go to her. I didn’t think I would get the chance to be alone with her, when the opportunity finally presented itself when she snuck out a side entrance. I waited a moment to see if anyone would follow after her, before I too finally slipped out.
I kept a distance back to not draw any type of attention. We were just two separate individuals, on two separate walks. When she reached the greenhouse, I took a small detour to still keep up the distraction. I stood by a tree, and had a small debate with myself. I could turn around and go back to this lame ass party and continue to sulk about my life, or I can go in and claim what I want. I could claim what’s mine.
I went inside.
Ten
“I don’t want you with anyone else.” She looked over her shoulder at me; eyes widened at seeing me. I stepped closer. “I mean it,” I clarified. “Not with anyone, and especially not with that son of a bitch out there.” I motioned behind me.
She cleared her throat, before slowly licking her lips. She studied me carefully. Whether she knew it or not, no matter what I said a few seconds ago didn’t mean shit, and we both knew it. It was just talk, all talk. It’s what she says now, is all that matters. She knew I was giving her everything. I fucked up, not her, and I was willing to risk it.
She looked back behind her to the flowers. “I bet you didn’t know horticulture was my favorite subject?” She’s wrong. I did know.
She walked over to a particular flower, and gently touched one.
“I have lots of favorites here,” she looked around the room. “They’re mostly…”
“Based off the name,” I finished for her, and her eyes widened. “You like the names because a lot of them are funny sounding.”
She looked at me curiously, as I walked up to one. “Your brother told me that you two often laughed at the Hookers Onion.” She gasped as she covered her mouth and giggled.
“He told you about that?”
I nodded. “I have every damn flower in here memorized because of him. Because of you.” Her eyes lit up. I walked over to a few other rows, and came back a few seconds later. “I also knew that had you been given a proper corsage, you would’ve wanted this flower.” I placed a Ghost Flower in her hair, and couldn’t help myself as I slid my fingertips through her hair and she softly sighed. I shut my eyes tight before I said the next words. “I put in my resignation with the school.”
Her body froze, and before she spoke, I continued. “I had to. It’s hard seeing you every day when all I want to do is touch you. It’s hard seeing asshole shits like Smith talk to you, or hang on to you. It kills me.” I took a deep breath, and stepped back. “When I said I didn’t want you with anyone else, I meant it. I really fucking meant it. I only want you with me.” I exhaled sharply. “I’ve no right to you. I know I don’t. Our age gaps. Fuck, you’re still in high school. After this, you can leave and go to college and meet someone else, and forget all about me, and that’s something I need to be prepared for, but right now, I’m being a selfish asshole because I love you and…”
Before I could finish, her lips crashed into mine, catching me off guard. I picked her up, carrying her to a small nearby sink. I inched her dress up so her legs could wrap around me, and I moaned, just feeling her arms around me.
“I think I’ve always loved you,” she whispered against me.
I pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes held nothing but truth. My hands slowly inched up her dress, and she gasped as I ripped her panties at the seam. She lifted as I bunched her dress around her waist and spread her wide. I trailed one finger through the soft petals of her pussy, and she shuddered. I lifted the finger to my mouth and sucked, before pulling it out with a pop, and giving her a devilish smile. I slowly rubbed her clit, and she closed her eyes on a moan.
“Watch.”
“Yes, Darius,” she whispered.
I bent down, breathing her in, before taking her clit between my teeth. Her hands flew to my hair, as my tongue sought her entrance, tonguing her as deep as I could. If there was anything I loved, it was eating her pussy. Seeing her come alive…pun intended just from my tongue, my touch, and my words, over and over again. I hummed, and she jerked as she tried to push me away, and I gripped her hips, sucking her clit harder, until she let out a soft scream before quickly covering her own mouth. When her breathing calmed, I rose and covered her mouth with mine. She always went wild when she tasted herself.
“In me,” she whispered. She undid my belt before I had a chance, and was already grabbing my cock before I fully had my zipper down. She spread her legs wider, urging me in, and I pressed my head against hers, as I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy and we both moaned, as we watched me glide my dick against her clit, teasing her as she got wetter. I hissed when the tip pushed in. It would be so easy to pump forward. So fucking easy to drown myself in her tight heat. She inched forward with determination to make that happen, and my grip on her hips tightened, holding her steady. A bead of sweat permeated across my brow, as I rest
rained myself.
As much as I wanted to feel her the way she was meant to be felt, we couldn’t risk it. Yeah, we did it before, but we couldn’t be careless.
“I’m on the pill,” her voice echoed my thoughts. My eyes met hers. “For a while now. A few years,” she panted.
I exhaled sharply. “Rub your clit. I want to see you.” She hesitated at first, before her fingers touched her clit and started rubbing. It didn’t take long before she found her rhythm. I bit my bottom lip. I was damn near salivating watching her pussy. I still had just the tip in, but her little movements caused more friction between us. The more friction had her pussy practically dripping. She hissed when I inched in, and I moaned. “Keep rubbing.”
Her finger moved faster, and her breathing grew heavier. I grabbed her hair tightly holding her head still against mine, keeping her head focused on where we were joined. “Don’t stop; I want that pussy to suck me in. All the fucking way in. Make that pussy choke my cock! Make that pussy suck me in!”
“Oh God! Darius!” Her body started to shudder. Seeing her pussy contract did wonders to my soul. It could bring any man down. I was transfixed as her juices coated my dick. My hand went to her nape, at the same time I slammed all the way in, feeling her convulse around me. She bit into my neck, muffling her screams. Knowing I’m the one that did this to her, that made her feel this way, made me feel primal, it made me feel animalistic, and it made me feel like she was the only thing that mattered in this entire fucking world, and I’d be damned if I ever had to let her go. She clawed at the material of my shirt, as her orgasm tore through her. I fucked her deep, needing to feel her as much as I could. Her hand slipped away from her clit, but that wasn’t enough for me. I picked right up where she left off, and she hissed as my thumb kept the pressure going on her clit, and she tensed up.