Hot For Teacher (14 page)

   “Huh? What do you mean?” I know I sound breathless. He must think I’m some stupid girl.

   “As much as I’d like to fucking ram right into you, sweet girl, I don’t think your first time should happen that way.” I open my eyes wide. He’s never talked that way before. It’s not so much his words, but his tone of voice. It’s deeper and darker than before. I feel my lower body clench tight, and heat flushes me.

   “But, I… Jack?” I agree with him. My first time
shouldn’t
be rushed. I wouldn’t want it to be rushed, but how else do first times happen?

   “Trust me.” He looks into my eyes and all I can do is nod, wondering what he is going to do to my body because I feel waves of heat licking through me like errant flames of desire, building thicker and more out of control. Jack takes his hand and lets his fingers trace the lines of my face, his finger stopping at my lips and tracing around them. “Suck my finger, Edith.”

    I open my mouth and he gently puts his finger inside. I begin to suck, using my teeth to softly graze the tip. I feel Jack move down and grab my bra, pulling the soft cup from my breasts, exposing me.

   “What do you want, Edith? What do you need?” I can’t say anything. His finger is in my mouth and he’s added a second one. He licks my nipple and softly blows over it, the coolness making them hard and achy. I want him to know I like what he’s doing so I suck harder and moan in satisfaction. In response, Jack takes my nipple in his mouth and begins sucking it, much the same way I’m sucking his finger. Licking, biting, blowing. The rush of intense pleasure has me moaning loudly. Jack takes his fingers from my mouth and puts them at the edge of my panties, which feel soaking wet.

   “That’s my girl.” Jack nudges my panties to the side, finding my folds wet and slippery. He pushes two fingers in. It’s tight, but feels so good. His thumb plays with my clit, rubbing juices over it, and I feel the building inside me. He goes back to my breast and sucks hard, almost painfully, while working his fingers inside me and coating my lips with my own fluid.

   “What do you want, Edith? What do you need?” he asks me again. He stops the beautiful rhythm his fingers are creating. I’m hovering in that selfish need so deep, I don’t care what he does as long as I get what I want.

   “I. Need. You.” I am not above begging at this point.

   I grab Jack’s briefs with one hand and pull them over his ass, grabbing the perfect twin globes in my palms. He pulls my panties down roughly, ripping them. Our legs tangle, we push and rid ourselves of the annoying barriers. Frantic now, Jack brushes my messy hair back from my face, holding me there a moment. “Are you sure about this, Edith? Because I won’t stop.” He’s breathing heavy and I’m eager for him to continue.

   “Don’t you dare stop.” I tug Jack by the hair and feel him push my legs apart, lifting my knees. Cool air drifts between them, but the chill only lasts a moment before I feel the hot head of his member push against me, finding purchase. “Oh god…” I tip my head back, feeling the pressure of him.

   “I love you, Edith.” Jack pushes inside me and the slickness of my arousal makes his entry just eased enough for the first time. I try to accommodate him, but his size burns as he breaks my hymen swiftly, holding himself still.  “Give it a moment, baby.” He peppers kisses everywhere but my lips. My legs stretch wide, and I wiggle to find a more comfortable place. That only causes Jack to groan deeply and pull out before pushing back in. I feel the beginning of a contraction that warmly washes over me.

   “Jack?” I sort of had an idea what was happening to my body. I like what Jack is doing, even if it feels awkward and slightly uncomfortable. His declaration of love is not lost on me, but overwhelming all the same.

   “Edith, you’re so tight and your pussy is milking me. I can’t stop to make it better for you this time. Oh god,” Jack grunts.

   He withdraws again, then pushes further inside me. It hurts some, but feels good, too. Those little contractions happen all over again and I can’t stop myself from clutching him tighter as he begins moving back and forth inside me. A final grunt and Jack is releasing inside me. He is still semi-hard and it hurts when he pulls out, but it’s followed by a gush of our juices mixed together. He holds me in his arms and our heart rates slowly return to normal. I doze off and feel a faint kiss on my forehead as Jack gets up, covering me with the blanket.

Jack

   Edith continues to sleep, clearly exhausted. I woke her up once more and took her again. She welcomed every thrust…taking me on top, riding me, and begging me for more. I would have taken her again, but my poor girl was recovering from being sick. I’d already forgotten a condom twice. I got so wrapped up in her, I forget to be responsible and I worry I’m making life more complicated for her. Now, looking at my phone, I see three missed calls from Amanda. I’d clearly fallen off the wagon. I feel like each time I have Edith, she is more and more mine.

   My phone rings again. I dread picking it up. “Hello, Amanda.”

   “Jack, why didn’t you answer my call? I’m back and I want to come by and see you. Aren’t you home?” she purrs into the phone and I wonder what, besides an easy lay and decent conversation, I saw in her? She uses me as much as I use her.

   “Listen, Amanda, I’m sorry to do this, but things are just not what I thought they were.” I suppose I’m an asshole, but we had an understanding. Clearly this needs to end before it mixes with what I want to have with Edith.

   “What are you saying, Jack? We had an arrangement.” I can hear her voice rise and know she is angry because she isn’t getting what she wants.

   “I’m saying that I can’t do this anymore. I thought I wanted the causal arrangement we had, but I don’t.”

   “Jack, if you want to marry me, all you have to do is propose.” Amanda laughs, causing me to wince. “I’d be happy to curtail my work and travel if you want a commitment from me.” She has a tone in her voice that probably sends most men running and screaming. She has been planning this, hoping for this.

   “Amanda, I don’t want to marry you. I like you and I enjoyed our time together, but I don’t want to continue our relationship.”

   “Oh, Jack. I get it. You need something different. Look, I’m going to London for a few weeks so when I get back, we’ll talk about this then.”

   “Amanda, no.”

   “Jack, I know you.” She pauses, drawling it out in her soft accent. “You need to think about this, so go and do that however and with whomever you need to. But know I’ll be calling you when I get back.” She hangs up and I dread her calling again. I’m not firm enough and I know it is going to come back to haunt me but, frankly, all I want to do is spend time with Edith.

   I lay back down next to her, watching her breathe. The worry line that generally fixes her face when she is awake is smooth. For a moment, I wonder what she will look like in twenty or thirty years and, as much as I feel the love growing for her, I want to see if I can make the worry line less prominent in the years to come. Edith is so damn independent. I don’t know how I will convince her to permanently stay with me. She has one more semester of school after this one and if we get caught together, who knows what the consequences will do to her. I can handle the rumors, scandal, and bad press, but I can’t do that to Edith.

   She stirs and slowly opens her eyes. “Good morning, beautiful.”

   “Um, hi.” She is unusually quiet and blushing a rare shade of pink, which has nothing to do with any lingering fever.

   “Are you embarrassed?” I nudge her.

   “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Edith pushes me away, but still avoids eye contact with me.

   “Hmm. Well, I have a few ideas on how to break you of this habit.”

   “Oh, really? Do share.” Edith rolls her eyes and, as cute as that was, it stung my male ego.

   “Law of averages.” I smile at her.

   “What? Are you quizzing me while I’m lying naked in your bed?” Edith groans.  

   “Or, if you like, we can revisit the laws of probability.”

   “I cannot believe you just said that to me, Jack Hamilton.”

   “You say statistics like it’s a bad word.” I laugh watching her face contort between frustrated and slightly turned on, by the blush in her cheeks.

   “It is.” Edith looks pretty disgusted with me, so I am going to have to work this with all the charm I have.

   “No.
Fuck
is a bad word.
Statistics
is what makes it happen, pretty girl.”

   I flip Edith over onto her stomach, pulling away sheets and blankets, earning me a delightful squeal. I hold her hips down and lower myself over her body from behind, grinding myself against her. Running my hand down her side, I cup her breast, squeezing until she moans, then pinch her nipple just enough to make her gasp. “No more being embarrassed. Otherwise, I’m going to have to keep a podium here at the house to stand behind because just thinking about you makes me hard.” Edith giggles so I spank her ass hard enough to stop her laughing before I rub her now heated cheek.

   “Jack…” She squirms closer to my groin, nudging her bare ass against me, cradling my dick between her perfect mounds.

   “On your knees, Edith. You’ve been a very bad student,” I growl in her ear and force her hips up to get her on her knees. “Do I need a condom? We haven’t been using any.”

   “I get my birth control from the clinic at school,” she breathlessly tells me.

   “Good. I like being in you, coming inside you.” I pull my sweatpants down and push inside her, already wet and ready. “Ah, god. So good, so sweet.”

   “Uhhhh…” Edith is trying to catch her breath as I tease her body into submission. She begs me to let her release and I do. There is nothing I won’t give to her at this point. I am as much hers as she is mine. The rest is just details. 

***

   “Jack, I’ve been thinking, I should probably go back to my apartment tomorrow.” Edith is playing with the hair on the back of my neck as we lay in bed, sleepy and satisfied.

   “Edith, I told you, I broke the door to your apartment and I had everything brought here while you were at the hospital.”

   “I know, but it’s my place and you’re still my professor. It’s just weird.”

   “Hmph, there’s that word again.”

   “What?”

   “Weird. You always use it when you want to be difficult.”

   “I do not,” she huffs and sits up in bed, the sheet shifting down and exposing her breasts.

   “Sure you do.” I kiss her cheek. “Listen, I fully support your independence.” I kiss her neck. “But you just had the flu.” I kiss her shoulder and nip my way to her chest. “And your apartment isn’t safe.” I kiss her breast, licking her nipple before she abruptly pushes me away.

   “Stop being weird, Jack.”

   “See. There you go again,” I grunt, getting up from the bed. I feel like Edith wants to argue with me no matter what I do or say at this point, and I’m not in the mood.

   “What do you want me to do?” she asks, crawling off the bed toward me.

   I look over my shoulder at her, seeing her slight breasts swaying. My dick grows hard and insistent. I sigh in frustration. “I want you to move in with me after the semester is over. Until then, I’d like to help you move someplace better. Maybe on campus or with Shelby.”

   “What’s wrong with my apartment?”

   “Nothing. I just…”

   “I worked my ass off to live on my own and not owe anyone anything.”

   “Yes, and that’s very admirable…”

   “Don’t treat me like a kid.” Edith punches the bed covers, clearly upset.

   “Then stop acting like one!” My voice rises louder than I intend. I’m frustrated with her willfulness. I hadn’t meant to and the second I do, I feel shame and know I’m wrong. She backs away, which kills me. “Baby… Edith, I’m sorry. Really, I didn’t mean it.” I can see tears pooling in her eyes and she sniffs before getting up from the bed and marching past me, naked and proud, slamming the door of the bathroom. “Edith? Edith, I’m sorry!” All I can hear is the toilet flush, then the shower start.

   Edith stays in the bathroom about an hour before she comes out to join me in the kitchen. I offer her a cup of coffee as a peace offering, which she takes and sits at the table. I wait for her to say something because the quiet is torture.

   “I’m going back to my apartment,” she finally whispers.

   “Edith…”

   She puts her hand up, making me pause. “Jack, think about it. Pretty soon, people besides Shelby and Aiden will know. I can’t jeopardize my scholarship, and you can’t lose this job. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt you financially, but you love teaching. I don’t want you to lose out on it.”

   “Sweetheart, I can teach somewhere else.” I will probably never teach again, after this semester, but I don’t think I need to tell her this. I try to hold her hand, but she moves it away from mine to hold the coffee mug.

   “The point is, no matter how anyone tries to spin the story, your reputation will be ruined, and my name will be dragged through the mud. We need to wait this out.”

   “I don’t want to stop seeing you.”

   “That’s not my first choice, either, but how do you propose we act normal on campus?” Edith looks at me. She has a point. I open my mouth to protest, but she raises her eyebrows, challenging me, and I know she is right. I hate it when she’s right…

Edith

   It’s weird being in my apartment again. After they fix my door with a new reinforced steel door, which Jack likely picked out himself, he wants to stay. Shelby and Aiden want to drop by, to bring me a fattening dinner from the Grease Lounge, but I am really tired. I am still feeling wiped out from the flu and sore from Jack’s undivided attention between my thighs. My body is pretty much giving up on me, so arguing with Jack depletes the rest of my energy. When he looks my sofa over, he says he wants to buy me a new bed. I explain it pulls out into a full-sized bed, but I was so sick and tired last week, I hadn’t bothered to pull it out. Everyone is exceptionally pushy, but I push back, declaring I need some alone time, earning me pouts and dirty looks. It is only Monday, so I promise I will see everyone tomorrow, making Jack promise to treat me like the rest of his students. I even threaten to call the janitors to have them steal his podium. He grunts and leaves, leaving me alone, wondering why I sent him away in the first place. After spending the weekend at Jack’s, my studio apartment does feel a little lacking, but I have everything I need to get by. Granted, a television or a computer would have made everything easier, and my phone only has basic texting features. I try to study a little, but that is pointless because my mind wanders right back to Jack, so I turn off the lights and drag the covers over my body. When that doesn’t work, I try fluffing my pillows. The last thing I remember is flipping my phone over and reading the digital display at 2:15am.

   Today is Tuesday, so I am heading over to campus for my class with Jack. I try mingling with other students and sit in my regular seat, which I haven’t seen since last week. As I pull out my book and notebook, my phone beeps.

  
JH: Hi Beautiful.

   I look around, wondering where Jack is. He gave me his number before he left my apartment, but I didn’t expect him to use mine. He is standing at his podium, obviously texting.

  
JH: You look tired. Did you sleep well?

  Barely. Nice podium, BTW.

  JH: I’m kind of attached to it. Meet me after class?

  Why? Where?

  JH: Because I miss you.

   Okay. I plan on going to work after class, though.

   JH: You don’t have that job anymore.

   Don’t pout. It’s the other job. The one you haven’t made me quit yet.

   JH: How many jobs do you have, woman?

   Just enough to support myself. : - ) You’re being bossy.

   JH: Fine. I’ll drive you, just meet me.

   Ok

   JH: Don’t worry about a quiz today. : - )

   I put my phone back in my bag, both relieved and annoyed. We aren’t having a quiz today, and I know Jack is doing it because of me. This is exactly the shit that is going to get us caught. I listen to Jack’s lecture and manage to remember most of what he’s said, making sense of my jumbled notes. As long as I have some things prepared when I meet with Daniel for our tutoring session, it won’t be so bad.

   I stand in a small park across from one of the library halls and wait. Jack pulls up and I quickly get in his car. As soon as I buckle my seatbelt, he takes off. We are both quiet the first few minutes.

   “God, today was torture for me. Seeing you and not being able to touch you…” Jack grabs my hand, squeezing it gently.

   “Jack, you can’t skip quizzes because of me,” I say, looking at him.

   “Actually, you can thank Daniel for that. My unhelpful TA forgot to make copies of it and didn’t have it prepared.” Jack looks over, smiling at me.

   “Okay…,” I say slowly. “So, then, why are we meeting like this? Someone could have seen us. Where are you going?”

   “I want to show you something.”

   Jack pulls up to a small Victorian house in a nice neighborhood about five minutes from campus. A new car, a red Prius, is parked in the driveway. “What’s this place?”

   He takes my hand and walks me up the steps of the front porch. He takes a set of keys from his pocket and opens the beautiful double front doors to the house. We step inside and walk around the first floor, stopping in the back of the house and the large kitchen. I step forward to the counter and double sinks, looking out into the neatly manicured backyard.