I get absorbed back into an afternoon of smiles and ho, ho, hos but I can’t shake it off, not for a heartbeat, not how much that girl has been thinking about me naked in the backyard. I’ve been her fantasy for twelve months, and I’d live up to that. I know I’d live up to it.
The shopping mall comes to a close and Santa's workshop is wrapped up for another year before I head back home, wired because of Lexi still. Only one more week left of the school semester before the holidays and then it’s time for celebrations and tinsel and Christmas songs until the New Year. The houses are flashing with lights as I walk past them, windows bright with action from inside. Families are getting ready for the time out and the world around me is alive with festive cheer. I’m sure the season is incredible if you aren’t an independent loner living in a sprawling house on his own. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest for 364 days of the year, but Christmas morning makes things feel a little different. It's why I try to participate as much as I can as the local Santa when it comes to holiday festivities.
I’m still wearing my Santa jacket, but my beard has been cast aside and tossed onto the passenger seat. I don't feel anything like a Santa Claus. He’s supposed to be a tubby little cute guy with rosy red cheeks. I’m anything but that.
I’m still trying not to think about the dirty little elf when I pull into my driveway, but she has me transfixed. Turning the ignition off, I peer through the trees and look at her house. I can see it's active but that’s hardly a surprise since there are two young kids running through the place as well as the older ones. I lift my gaze toward the second story and for the first time I can’t help but wonder which of the windows she watched me from that night. It seems the most fucked up but natural reaction in the world is to head to my backyard to see if I can actually see her. Getting out of the car, I walk around the side of the house and stay hidden in the shadows until I get to my jacuzzi. I take a chance and look up.
And holy fuck, there she is, my dirty little elf girl. Lexi is staring down at me from that very same window, illuminated from the backlight.
I can imagine her there, just the same, watching me that night in the dark. I can picture her crystal clearly, looking down on me while I was fucking Betty like an animal.
We stare at each other for long, slow seconds, both of us speaking volumes in the unspoken silence. Someone calls her name, I can hear them bellowing at her from across the yard. Sounds like her stepmom, in her prissy bitch voice. Lexi scurries away like before and I'm left standing in the cold with a throbbing dick.
The corner of my lips curl at the thought of seeing Lexi in class on Monday.
I just hope I’ve come to my damn fucking senses by then.
As it turns out, I haven’t. I’ve anything but come to my senses by Monday morning. I’ve had my dick in my hand for most of the rest of the weekend, thinking about what I’d love to do to that dirty little elf girl.
I’ve always been a dirty, filthy guy outside of the classroom, with a very definite divide between the two. I’ve been a pussy hungry piece of filth since I was old enough to get one, I’ve just never been tempted by girls that I shouldn’t be – not until now. Not until Lexi.
I tell myself I’ll be doing her a favor and saving her from the idiot boys around school, because that’s what she’ll get if I push her away like the honorable teacher I’ve spent the rest of my working life being – she’ll get an idiot of a boy popping her cherry like an immature, grunting little jerk, barely able to find her clit. I can picture them. I know exactly who the losers out to claim her are. Fuck them.
So, maybe this is the ultimate Christmas present – giving little Lexi the fantasy she’s been having for the past twelve months. She’ll be off to college in just a few months, and at least her bar will be raised higher when it comes to the other guys she’ll be letting into her panties on new ground, far away from this town and all the dross that goes along with it.
I’m convincing myself, and I know it. I’m being a dishonorable asshole, and I know that too, and I should stop myself, get a grip of myself, find another sweet pussy to pound in this town and leave Lexi-pretty-elf the hell alone.
I know I won’t be doing that the very second I pull up in the parking lot at school. She’s too damn gorgeous for that.
CHAPTER THREE
Lexi
Monday morning comes around way too quickly and I'm anxious as heck.
I woke up early and debated if I was going to skip school or actually go today. I opted for the latter, because I’m sure a good little academic when it comes to it.
I don't regret what I said to Mr. Vaughn in his Santa’s outfit, I'm just nervous to see him now. Really damn nervous.
Yeah, okay, that’s an understatement. I’m about to throw up.
I feel like I should apologize to him for my stupid outburst – a blustering mess of embarrassment. He won't have a fluffy white beard to hide behind today and I won’t be dressed up like an elf, just clad in my usual private school uniform like every other day he usually sees me. Fuck.
Taking a deep breath, I tuck my text books to my chest, approach the door to class, and wrap my hand around the handle. I did this on purpose. I came to first period a few minutes early, knowing full well he'd be here after I saw his car pull out of his driveaway this morning. Having his class first thing sure is a blessing in disguise. At least I can get this confrontation over and done with.
I only realize just how fast my heart is racing as I step into the room and find him sitting there, at his desk, his head tilted down, writing something. He's wearing black, bold glasses, and his green and red plaid tie is loosened at his neck. As per usual, his sleeves are rolled to his elbows, which just makes him so much hotter. All staff follow a dress code, which just about every girl at Macwood High is secretly grateful for. Mr. Vaughn isn’t the only eye candy to drool over – but he’s the best. In my humble, elf girl opinion, he’s the absolute best.
The door closes behind me and we lock gazes. Surprise is written all over his face and I burn up as he gestures me closer.
"Lexi," he says under his breath.
I blink, unsure what to say. I’m mute and lost for it, struggling to pull myself together. Somehow, I manage it. I clear my throat and I smile like I usually do.
"Good morning, Mr. Vaughn."
He glances above my head at the clock then back at me. "Is there something I can help you with?"
I guess he’s pretending it didn’t happen. That’s even worse, I think – the fantasy drying up to nothing in the face of embarrassment. My brave Santa visit could just fizzle to nothing. Not even a hint of a mention for the rest of all time.
Can I do it? Can I push the bravery again and talk about my fantasies some more, in the face of abject terror and humiliation?
My throat tightens as I think about it, and I want to do it. I need to do it.
I find my voice.
"Ah, yeah, ah, I wanted to talk to you."
I curse myself inwardly for stuttering as he removes his glasses and places them on the desk.
"What would you like to talk about?"
My fingers tighten around the stack of textbooks I'm carrying. I'm not used to the bite in his tone. I think he's mad at me and it only tosses more butterflies around in my stomach. Shit. I really messed up.
I step closer to his desk. My voice doesn’t sound like mine when it hits the air. My words come out in one giant run of a sentence, which is as embarrassing as hell.
"I'm-so-sorry-for-the-things-I-said-and-for-confessing-that-I watched-you-have-sex-I-should-have-never-said-them-to-you-if-you-want-to-have-me-transferred-out-of-your-class-I-completely-understand-but-I-couldn't-stop-watching.” I exhale a heavier breath than I intended and blink over and over. Then I add the obvious. “And I haven't stopped thinking about it since."
He can tell that I’m nervous. I reek of it. I don’t know what I’m expecting, but I jolt at the sound of something snapping.
Oh, fuck. The pencil Mr. Va
ughn is fisting broke in his hand. Hard eyes glare at me.
"You were a naughty girl coming to me like that, Lexi," he tells me. "Very naughty," he says, and his voice is low. "Come here. Now."
I’m a good girl for Mr. Vaughn and step closer.
My lips are parted and my arms are folded so tight that my books are clutched against my chest. I'm holding on to them for dear life. It’s a good way to hide my hard nipples, at least.
“Closer,” he says.
I shuffle closer at the same time as he wheels his chair forward until our knees bump. Heat flames my cheeks, fuck, fuck, fuck. I take a step back, but he grabs the top of my thigh.
“Stay, Lexi. Be still.”
His fingers press into my skin and he tugs me to him, then swiftly grabs the hem of my prep skirt and slips his fingers along my inner thigh.
If I had to make a list of all the ways that I thought this morning would go, Mr. Vaughn's fingers near my pussy wouldn't have even be a thought in my mind. My heart is about to burst from my chest. I hold my breath and stare down, panicked someone is going to walk in.
He pinches the inside of my thigh and I let out a small gasp, widening my stance. It was a direct shot to my clit.
"Stand still," he orders me. "Don't move. If you move, someone might question us if they walk in. You wouldn't want anyone to do that now, would you?"
All I can do is shake my head. His actions have rendered me speechless and caused my panties to dampen. A grin spreads across his mouth and his lids lower in satisfaction. I like that he's happy.
"Tell me why you would confess that to me?"
My jaw bobs as his fingers inch higher. "It was a dare."
His eyes harden to stone. Mr. Vaughn pinches the sensitive skin on my inner thigh once more and I wince. "Try again."
I can't believe he saw through my lie.
"I don't know. I thought I could play coy."
Drawing a breath, the tops of his knuckles glide over my bikini line. He brazenly slips a finger under the elastic and it pulls one of my pubic hairs. I wince but immediately forget about the pain as my knees automatically bow so he can slide toward my pussy. I'm so unprepared for this that I can't even think straight.
"And get away with it?" he asks. I nod quickly, but he freezes. I frown. "So, was it a lie? Was everything you told me a lie?"
My brows bunch together wondering how he could possibly think that while I was nearly masturbating on his lap? Looking him straight in the eyes, I tell him the truth.
"It's all true. I didn't lie. I watched you fuck that girl through my window." Holy shit. I can't believe I actually said it. "I could hear her moaning from my window every time you pushed into her."
Mr. Vaughn glides his fingers over my mound. My ears are flaming hot and my pussy is swelling with desire by the second. I don't shave, except along my bikini line, because I’m never sure if I should or not or how much. I definitely wasn't going to ask my stepmom, but now I'm second guessing my decision. I feel embarrassed because it’s so thick.
But Mr. Vaughn pets my mound like I gave him the right answer and it sends such a delicious shiver down my spine that I find myself inching just slightly closer.
"Keep going," he demands.
Fuck. I'm playing with a man who is nearly three times my age, but I can't help it. He's so fucking hot and after I saw him have sex with Betty, I wanted him to have sex with me the same way. I clearly didn't think this all the way through but that's because I kind of figured he'd ignore me or pretend it didn't happen. Not touch me like I wanted him to.
Nervously, I say with a sugary smile, "It's the season of hope… and I have hope."
He's not pleased with my response and swiftly grabs the other side of my panties and fists it. He pulls the fabric upward and I let out a sigh at the pressure on my clit. The corners of his lips curl. It feels so good that I want him to pull on it harder.
"Hope for what?" he asks, then uses his other hand to shock the shit out of me and rub my plump pussy lips over my silk panties. He does it a few times and that's all it takes to make my inner thighs shake with need.
"Mr. Vaughn," I say, my voice husky.
He cuts me off by rubbing right where my clit is hidden. A sigh bursts from my lips before I can stop it. "Hope for what?" he asks. "What did you wish for from Santa?"
I'm sweating, my skin prickling on my arms. My hips thrust against his hand and an ache throbs through me. He knows what I wished for and now he's teasing me with it.
"I wished for you to fuck me like you fucked her," I hear myself saying before I can stop myself.
The old, grandfather style clock in the corner of the classroom chimes at every quarter of the hour. It goes off in the silence of the room and I jump, moving to look over my shoulder. I'm so nervous we're going to get caught. Mr. Vaughn gives my panties a good yank and it startles me to look back in his direction. My books slip from my arms and thump to the floor as I collapse onto my teacher, his fist still clenching around my underwear. I freak out, trying to scramble off him, petrified that we're going to get caught. This was a bad idea.
"Shh…" he says, in my ear. The pads of his fingers stroke over my swollen pussy lips. It feels so good. "I can't stop thinking about you, Lexi."
Using his legs to hold me to him, my back bows at the intense ache shooting through my clit as he grinds his thigh against my pussy. Fuck! If he doesn't stop, I'm going to come and then I'm going to be even more embarrassed than I already am. I try to wriggle away.
"Be still, Lexi." I freeze at the command. "Good girl," he says, petting the side of my face. I lean into his touch. "The staff knows I like my mornings uninterrupted before the chaos begins. No one will dare walk in here."
That explains why he was surprised to see me. Taking his word for it, I nod but I don't move.
"Listen to me."
"Okay."
"We have less than fifteen minutes before class. Sit up and take your backpack off. Face me."
My brain goes haywire. "I don't think this is a good idea in your class," I whisper.
Not because I don't want something to happen between us. I do. I really, really do.
Taking my hand, he guides my palm over the bulge in his pants and shows me how to squeeze him. My eyes widen, feeling the warmth of his cock, how his balls feel under my nails as I press a little deeper.
"It's a little late for that."
The way he says it does something to me I've never experienced before. His voice weakens my body like it's at his will. I had no idea a voice could be so fucking sexy.
Pushing back, I sit up awkwardly in his lap and take my backpack off. It drops to the floor in a heap. Mr. Vaughn takes me into his own hands and centers me so I'm straddling him. My skirt bunches at my hips and I feel his cock pushing at me through his slacks. Cool air breezes past my butt cheeks.
I grip his shoulders in worry. "What if someone does walk in though?"
A heavy, hot sigh blows over my neck. "Already have it covered," he says.
Reaching behind me, he grabs a piece of paper and shows me the prewritten detention slip with my name on it for later today in his classroom. He tosses it back onto his desk then shocks me again.
Mr. Vaughn plants his lips on mine. Before I can think any wiser to stop him, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lean into the kiss. His tongue thrusts into my mouth and he groans when I wrap it around and tug.
He's thick, warm, and all man.
I kiss him back with just as much enthusiasm and feel my nipples harden against his chest. While I've never had sex, I've fooled around with enough boys to know what I think feels good too, and the building pleasure between my thighs tells me I'm headed in the right direction.
He doesn't stop, and I don't want him to. I love that his hands are all over my body like he can't get enough. My hips move against his and I feel his massive erection strain against his zipper. I moan into his mouth and his teeth nip my lips. I can't believe this is actually happening. I've come on m
y fingers, my vibrator, and I even bought a dildo and imagined it was his strong arms taking control all night. My toes curls inside my sandals and it feels so good on my clit as I shamelessly show how much I want him with my body. He likes it, I can tell, because our lips haven't stopped and his hands are guiding me right where I want him. He's hungry and it only spurs me more. We can't seem to get enough of each other.
He breaks our kiss and pants into my mouth. "You're so fucking sexy when you rub yourself on me like that," he says, still driving his hips into me. "Like a little fucking kitten." My lashes flutter, surprised by his words. My chest falls and rises, and he notices. Mr. Vaughn palms my breasts and my head falls back, feeling his fingers press into my C cups.
"Fuck yeah," he says, his voice throaty. "You're doing perfect." He groans and directs my hips into his, making sure his dick rubs the wet spot on my bloomers. Pulling his bottom lip into my mouth, I grind down hard and slow, and almost come, just like that.
"Just perfect… fuck, kitten. Where'd you learn to move like this?"
I'm on the edge of bliss, ready to orgasm any second. His thumb rubs circles over my nipple and a loud moan falls from my lips. My hips rise into his and he growls as I continue to rub myself uncontrollably on him. He's like a drug I'm chasing, and my breathing is laboring. I've never been on the brink of desire like this, not when I play with myself, and never with a boy. My panties are soaked and wedged into me, but it doesn't bother me. Nothing could ruin the lust coursing through my blood right now.
"Mr. Vaughn, I don't want to stop this, but we have to!"
He ignores me, staring at my chest. "I love your tits. I came all weekend in my hand, imagining my cock was between them and, every time I came near your mouth, you sucked my dick."
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