by Ella Emerson
“Oh, Levi, please,” she begged and not one to disappoint I slammed a finger into her incredibly tight pussy.
“Fuck!”
“If you can’t be quiet, I will stop. Do not draw attention to this room,” I demanded, and like a good girl she listened. I worked my finger in and out of her as I buried my face into her neck. “Are you a virgin? You’re so fucking tight?”
“No,” she moaned out, and I knew I needed to give her the release her body needed so badly.
I added another finger and watched her beautiful face as she bit her lip to stay quiet. As I finger fucked her, I couldn’t help but look at the way her face flushed and her tits bounced. I was about to bust a nut from this alone, and I knew in the moment that I couldn’t just let her go.
Picking up my pace, listening to her soft moans, I reached my thumb up and rubbed her clit. Like a tsunami wave, her orgasm crashed over her hard and fast. I slammed my mouth to her to be sure she kept quiet while she rode this wave.
When I felt her body begin to shake, I pulled back, with my fingers still inside of her and searched her face. “This is how I feel about you. Understood?”
She nodded her head and I removed my hand from her warmth. “Ouch,” she whispered when I pulled my fingers out.
“I’m sorry. I told you, you are really tight.”
She looked at me, and I licked my fingers clean. “Mmmm.”
Her eyes widened and I grinned as I straightened her skirt.
“Are you sure you’ve had sex?”
“Yes, but it was only once,” she confessed shyly.
I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her and she did the same. “That’s something we will rectify, I assure you.” We stayed in this embrace far too long, and I knew our time was almost up. “Trish, no one can know about this. I’ll lose everything.”
She leaned out of the hug and looked deep into my eyes, almost to my soul. “You can trust me. I promise you that.”
I nodded, hoping she spoke the truth. “We know nothing about each other. I’d like to fix that before we take this any further.” The bell rang, breaking the moment between us and we both pulled away. “Shit. I’ll write you a pass for class, and tonight I’ll text you. Please remember, this is between us.”
I could safely say this was the most fucked up and erotic thing I’d ever done. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop and if I was honest, I didn’t want to.
I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t anything. Was that real life?
I could still feel Levi’s hand holding my arms above my head while he touched me. It was the most turned on I had ever been in my life. The moment he slammed the door and grabbed me, I was a goner. My nerves tingled as he kissed me with the same passion as he had in his car.
I’d been so mad during class, fooling around with Mark to make him jealous. Then when he told me nothing happened with Brandi, I believed him. If he felt only half of what I was feeling, then I knew there was no way he could touch anyone else.
Then when his hand landed under my skirt, it was magic.
I froze my ass off just to wear this skirt for him. Luckily this winter was a mild one, but still I would much rather have worn a pair of skinny jeans or something.
Now, I had to go around the rest of the school day knowing he would text me tonight. I was excited but at the same time nervous.
What if he really did lose his job because of me?
I needed to be smarter. I’d be graduating soon, and then I could date him. Yes, even though the sexual chemistry was there, and oh boy was it there in bucket loads. He would understand, and he would see my point. After I graduated we could finish what we started this morning.
Kerrie was acting odd during English, and I caught up with her after my third period Trig class.
“Hey, Kerrie, wait up,” I called after her.
She turned around as she half smiled to me. “Hey, Trish.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Hunter and I had a fight. It’s okay I’m sure we’ll be fine by tomorrow.” She grabbed at the strap of her backpack as it slipped down her arm. Her hair tangled in the strap and her annoyance showed clear on her face.
“I’m sorry. What are you guys fighting about?” I asked.
“I don’t even know. He’s been different since we …you know,” she said.
“Kerrie, I’m sorry. I think the two of you just need to talk. I know he cares about you.” I wrapped my arms around her and brought her in for a hug.
“Thanks. How’s everything going with Mr. Wild, and why were you all over Mark in class?”
“Everything is fine, and I was just toying with Mark.” I didn’t want to tell her my real reason of how I used Mark to make Levi jealous. I no longer wanted to tell anyone anything about mine and Levi’s time together. The thought of just having Levi’s hands on me again made my cheeks flush.
Kerrie stared but didn’t notice, or if she did she kept it quiet as we walked together toward a table outside to have a quick bite to eat.
After a while our table filled with our friends. Hunter showed up and from my point of view was treating Kerrie as he always did, although she was acting different. He held her hand and was very attentive to her every need.
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and when I glanced around I saw Levi’s brown eyes penetrating a hole straight through me. My lips curved upward, then I tried to pretend I wasn’t smiling like a lovesick puppy as he gazed in my direction.
We all sat around the table as Mark and his friend Grant made crude jokes about some of the other student body, and Levi made his way to our table.
“Hi kids. Mark, are you planning on reading tonight?” Levi asked.
“Actually, I think I’m going to invite Trish over to watch the movie of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ at my house. What do you think, Trish?” Mark asked as he swung an arm around my shoulder.
I was just about to answer until Levi spoke up. “I think Trish will be too busy with other things tonight isn’t that right, Trish?” He hung on to the last syllable like he always did when he was turned on, and his eyes blazed. I could tell he was reveling in this little moment of victory.
My mouth snapped shut as my eyes widened. I tried to speak, really I did. but no words came to mind.
“Trish will be studying long and hard on the themes and symbols of forbidden love, right, Trish?” Levi asked.
I shrugged Mark’s arm off me and glanced around the table. None of my friends were catching onto the underlying meaning of Levi’s words, so with a smile I nodded my head.
“Um, sure. Sorry, Mark, I have plans tonight.”
Levi walked away as he cast his eyes to me one last time.
“Can you believe that asshole,” Mark said once Levi was out of earshot.
“He’s a hot asshole,” Courtney said with a wink to us girls at the table.
Abby and Sarah both giggled with Courtney as Mark furrowed his brow.
“I hope you’re all joking. There’s no way any of you girls think he’s hot, right?” Grant asked.
All eyes landed on me, and I felt my neck heat up.
“Oh, I think Trish has the hots for him,” Sarah said.
“No, I don’t,” I interjected.
What the hell was happening? “Oh and as for our bet, it’s off,” I continued.
Everyone’s faces were flabbergasted as they all stared to each other. I gathered my things and as I walked away Mark asked the girls about the bet.
When I entered the school I had no set plan on where I was headed, I just needed to get away.
As I came up to the teacher’s lounge I heard laughter echoing through the doorway. I didn’t want to peek inside, but a name on a woman’s lips caught my attention.
“Levi, you’re so funny,” Ms. D’Armentrout said, as her hand slid up Levi’s muscled bicep.
What the hell was going on?
Inside the teacher’s lounge, seated next to each other at a round, wooden t
able was Levi and our French teacher. They were both deep in conversation, and she was obviously flirting with him.
I couldn’t turn away if I tried, so instead I moved closer. And as if she was mirroring my action, Ms. D moved closer to Levi as well.
My eyes bulged when I saw her begin to rub his leg. As soon as I was about to make my presence known, Levi shot out of his chair.
“Addie, I think this is inappropriate.” He spun his body around and his eyes caught mine, peeking in from the doorway.
Ms. D—or should I say Addie— rose from her seat and she took a step toward Levi. Her mouth parted in shock when she saw me watching from the door. “Trish, what are you doing here?” she asked, with a voice as soft as honey.
“I was on my way to class,” I said, rushing off down the hall.
Levi called out my name, but I kept going.
“Trish, hold up,” he called again once we were both a ways away from the teacher’s lounge.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spy on you. I wasn’t.” Shit. I didn’t know what to say.
Levi glanced around really quick like, making his sexy dark hair sway in the wind. He grabbed my upper arm firm in his grip and rushed me inside a janitor’s closet.
“Trish, don’t think for one second I want her,” he said in a husky voice.
“No, I don’t. I just…” before I could finish my thought his lips were on mine causing my pulse to skyrocket.
“Fuck, you taste so good. I don’t want anyone but you,” he whispered.
I believed him. I never thought there was anything going on with him and the French teacher, but if he wanted to prove how he wanted only me, then I would let him.
His hand moved to my waist, gripping tight. I stood there as he decided his next course of action, unable to move. His hands wrapped around and grabbed my ass with his fingers dancing along the hem of my skirt.
I pressed my hips into him, begging for his touch as his lips took mine again. He took my hand and placed it over his hard cock.
“This is how bad I want you, Trish,” he said in a throaty whisper.
The bulge in his pants was large, and I sucked in a deep breath as my hand glided up and down his length.
Nerves took over as he pressed himself into my center with our clothes still on, dry humping in the janitor’s closet.
He smelled like winter and rain, a scent which intoxicated me as I wrapped my other arm around his neck.
The light stubble dusting his chin tickled my face as he leaned in close to my ear. Taking my lobe between his teeth, he moaned as I pressed my hand into his length again.
“Oh, God,” I panted.
“No, not God. Just Levi,” he said as his mouth returned to mine.
As soon as I was ready to wrap my legs around him, the bell ending lunch period rang. We both jumped, and Levi repositioned himself in his pants.
“Fuck, Trish. Tonight, be sure to answer that phone of yours,” he said as he straightened his tie.
I ran a few fingers through my long, wavy hair and straightened my skirt.
“You go first, and then I’ll wait a few minutes and go,” he instructed.
I nodded my head as I bit my lip.
He tugged on the bottom of my lip as his eyes slammed shut. “I can’t wait to bite that lip,” he moaned.
I peeked through the doorway and when the coast was clear, I hurried off to…surprisingly…French class.
When I stepped through the door, Ms. D. eyed me hard.
I smiled and went and sat by a friend. Gregory and I only had this class together, but he was quickly becoming one of my best friends.
As soon as I opened my textbook, my phone vibrated next to me. Pulling it out, I blushed when I read Levi’s words.
I can still taste you on my lips.
I replied quick, trying to fly under the radar so Ms. D. wouldn’t see me.
I can still feel your dick pressed against my hips.
His reply was almost immediate and when I laughed at his words, Ms. D gave me a hard stare.
Ah we make such sweet poetry together.
Levi was a romantic, or from what I read right now. But, there was also this demanding side to him which excited me and frightened me.
Truth be told, I was inexperienced. Sure, I could act like the big girl on campus because I’d had sex. Everyone in my class looked to me as if I was a god because I had sex with a ‘college’ guy, but I didn’t know what I was doing. And when Levi took charge in his classroom after English class this morning, I was shaking in my boots.
Would he laugh at my lack of knowledge? Also I wondered how in charge and demanding he would be.
Either way, my body was alive with an electrical current which was charged by him. He stirred things deep within me I wanted to explore.
I tried to pay attention as Ms. D explained our senior trip, and it wasn’t until I heard that name again that I sat up straighter in my chair.
“Mr. Wild as well as Mr. Dean will be chaperoning the senior trip to Paris, France.”
Gregory leaned in close to my desk as he whispered, “There are naughty things I would do to Mr. Wild.”
You and me both, I thought to myself…so no one could hear. I also noticed the knowing twinkle in Ms. D’s eyes. Was she hoping to hook up with Mr. Wild as well?
His appearance did not go unnoticed by anyone, which I couldn’t blame anyone for trying. Even poor Ms. D’Armentrout.
I felt very proud that he wanted me, and then the nerves came back double time. He could have anyone. Ok, I’m sure he didn’t want the gay guy who sat next to me in French, but he could have anyone. My inexperience entered my mind, and as I tried to push it away I remembered Levi’s eyes as he held mine in his car on the night he picked me up. As if he could see me.
I was in a trance for the rest of the school day. I couldn’t wait to get home and talk to Levi.
When I rushed through the door of my house, I prayed my father or brother wouldn’t bug me. A note on the counter let me know my brother was at football practice and my father was stuck at the hospital.
I flew up the stairs, hopped on my bed, and pulled my phone up to my chest. Before I could text him, I noticed an unread message flashing.
I can’t stop thinking about you.
My body heated up, and I slid my hand up my body as I remembered his hands on me.
I can’t either.
I waited for his response. My heartbeat faster as I waited, holding my breath.
Come over, I need to see you.
I thought about it for a moment. Should I really go over there? I mean, my father wouldn’t be home for ages.
Okay.
Within seconds he texted me his address and told me to pull around back so my car wouldn’t be seen.
More nerves than I knew what to do with bubbled inside me. I ran down the stairs and hopped in my car, heading off to Mr. Wild’s house.
What a day this had turned into. I never would have thought I’d make Trish come in the classroom, drag her into the janitor’s closet, and then invite her to my house. Yet, that is exactly what happened. I needed to figure out if all the sexual attraction that would vanish if or when we would have sex or was it something more? That was why I invited her over. Alright that’s not the whole truth, it was that and the fact I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
I was busily preparing one of the few meals I had the ingredients for, spaghetti. As I dumped the pasta into the boiling water, I leaned against the counter and sipped on my beer. This was insane, this whole thing. A teacher was someone who was supposed to educate, protect, and help their students. I’m a grown man who’s busted my ass to be in the position I was in and that position shouldn’t include bending Trish over my desk. Yet, the thought of that had me adjusting my cock.
Tonight I needed to learn more about her. The only thing I knew for sure was that her pussy was so tight that I wanted to know what it felt like to have my cock buried deep in her. Not exactly the kind of thing
I should know.
The doorbell rang, and I rushed over to open the door. I knew it was Trish, and I couldn’t have anyone see her here. A smile broke out on my face when I saw her. I didn’t know what it was about her, but one look and all the thoughts of not knowing if this was something I should pursue vanished. “Hey, come in,” I said, holding the door open for her. She walked in, looking extremely nervous as her eyes wandered around the room. Moving closer, I lifted her chin to look at me and smirked. “Are you nervous?”
Biting her lip, she nodded her head. “A little.”
I pulled her lip out of her teeth and kissed it. “Don’t be. We aren’t going to do anything but talk. Alright?”
Never breaking eye contact she agreed. I took her hand and led her into the kitchen so I could finish making dinner. “I hope you like spaghetti. I didn’t have much in the house to make for dinner.”
“Spaghetti is great. This is a nice place,” she said looking around the kitchen.
“Thanks. I’ve only been here about six months, but I like it.” I sipped my beer before straining the pasta. “I’m so sorry, would you like something to drink? Wine or beer maybe?”
Shuffling her feet from side to side she looked down to the floor. “Water would be fine.” I looked at her with wide eyes. Damn it, she’s not even of legal age to drink. I handed her the water and quickly finished up dinner.
Once it was done I made our plates, and she followed me to the small dining room. I pulled her chair out for her, and she smiled shyly as she sat down. We both started to eat, and I looked at her. “Trish, I don’t know anything about you.”
She wiped her mouth with a napkin and looked at me. “What do you want to know?”
“Anything, everything. How about you tell me about your family. I know you told me about your mom and that your dad is never around, but there must be more than that.”
Pushing the food around on her plate she said, “My father is a doctor and works all the time. He’s not around much at all. I appreciate everything he does for me, but well you know. Anyway, I have a younger brother who is actually a freshman.”