Nikki and her Teacher (4 page)

I lay there, on my back, staring up at him with wide eyes. Sure, I’d masturbated while thinking about him more times than I could count, but I’d never made myself feel that good. I reached out a hand to press against the bulge in his shorts, wanting to repay him in kind for the pleasure he’d just brought me.

He shook his head, and helped me to my feet. He stared at my naked breasts for a second before slowly pulling the fabric of my bra over my tits and fastening it. He picked up my discarded panties and held them out as I stepped into them. He repeated the process with my shorts, and then picked up my discarded tank top and pulled it over my head.

He hadn’t said a word through this whole process. I was still so stunned by what he’d made me feel that I had a hard time forming words. “Will you let me suck you?” I asked innocently. I’d never done that, but I knew that I wanted to do it for him. The idea of touching his cock in any way was a huge turn on, but the idea of having it in my mouth nearly brought me to my knees.

“Not this time, Nikki. This time was all about you.”

He picked up the picnic basket and carried it back to the truck. I grabbed the blanket and shook the grass off of it as best I could. I folded it carefully and carried it back to the truck.

Before he got into the truck, I wrapped both arms around him and just held him tight. It felt so good to be able to touch him. I tilted my head up and he kissed me passionately. I knew he needed to get off. I was 18, but I wasn’t a complete innocent. I pressed myself up against the bulge in his shorts, letting him know that I was more than willing to take care of it for him.

He pulled back and smiled down at me. “Was that your first time to climax?” he asked.

I grinned. “I’ve made myself climax while fantasizing about you, but I’ve never actually had a man touch me there before,” I told him honestly. “I loved it. Thank you.”

His grin grew bigger. “Every day in history, I felt like you were undressing me with your eyes. Did you ever pay attention in class?” he asked.

I laughed. “I drank in every word you said. I just did it while I imagined you throwing me down on your desk and fucking my brains out.”

He shook his head. “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to hide my erections all year?”

“You think you hid them? I saw every one of them. I imagined dropped to my knees and unbuttoning your pants and sucking you every time,” I said.

He groaned. “The sad thing is I could always see that in your eyes. I need to get you home so you can get to work on time. I’d suggest showering and changing your panties,” he said with a wink.

I hugged him tightly one last time and walked to the passenger side of the truck. After we’d both buckled up and were headed back to Justice, I asked, “When will I see you again?”

“When are you moving?” he asked.

“I have tomorrow off work and Mr. Richardson is going to drop me off at the boarding house with all my stuff around noon. I should have it totally put away by one. It’s not like I have a lot. Mainly just my clothes and a couple of photo albums from when my parents were alive,” I said.

“How about I pick you up around five and take you out for a nice dinner?” he asked.

He wanted to see me three days in a row? “That would be great!” I know I sounded too enthusiastic, but I just didn’t care. I loved the idea of seeing him again so soon. “Do I need to dress up? Like a skirt? Or jeans?”

He thought about that for a minute. “I’d like to take you somewhere nice, so why don’t you plan on a skirt or a dress? I’ll probably be wearing a sport jacket.”

I gulped. Wow. A real grown up date. “Sounds good!”

He pulled up to the corner that was our drop-off spot. I slid across the seat and kissed his cheek and got out. I’d be seeing him tomorrow. Who could have imagined life being this good?

*****

As soon as I got up the following morning, I stripped my bed and washed all my bedding. I wanted to make it easy for Mrs. Richardson to get my room ready for the next kid who came along. All of my things were nicely packed and ready to go.

When I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, the Richardsons were sitting there with Nathaniel. The whole kitchen was decorated, and Mrs. Richardson had made pancakes with sausage for breakfast. She knew they were my favorite. They had laid out a couple of small gifts for me and a card. It was nice.

One of the gifts was a new set of sheets for my bed at the boarding house. I was thrilled. I was thinking I’d have to buy a set that day. I could live with just one, but I couldn’t live with none. I had no idea who had slept in that bed before me. I was actually pretty grossed out by the idea of sleeping there.

The second gift was a nice backpack for college. My old one had ripped the last week of school, so it was nice to have a nice new one. The card was nice and sweet, talking about me graduating and moving on. Mrs. Richardson had obviously made it herself on her old PC. There was a $50 bill in the card. The money brought tears to my eyes. I knew they didn’t have it to spare.

“You shouldn’t have,” I said.

“We’ve enjoyed having you here, Nikole,” Mrs. Richardson said. “You’ve helped so much more than you ever needed to. We’re really sorry to see you go. Please know that you’re welcome to come back and visit anytime.”

“Thank you.” My smile encompassed all of them. I knew I wouldn’t be coming back to visit, and honestly, I think they knew it, too. The gesture was nice all the same.

Mrs. Richardson hugged me as her husband carried my things out to the car a couple of hours later. I knew I’d truly miss Nathaniel, but there was nothing else there that I’d miss. They were nice enough, but they weren’t my parents, and I had formed no real ties to them.

Mr. Richardson drove through the small town, stopping in front of my boarding house. I looked at the white peeling paint, and the falling down fence, and tried to force a smile. “Thanks for everything, Mr. Richardson.”

He patted my hand. He’d never even touched me before, so that was a little unusual. Of course, he knew the circumstances of why I was yanked from my last foster home in the middle of the night, so he wouldn’t want to scare me.

He helped me carry my things up to my upstairs bedroom. I’d be sharing a bathroom with three other people. The room was filthy, but I was planning on walking to the store on the corner and getting some cleaning supplies. It would be fine. He looked around the room sadly. I knew he didn’t want to leave me there, but he didn’t have a choice and neither did I. I thanked him again as he left.

I quickly made up the bed, and put all my things on it. I didn’t want them even touching the floor. I walked to the store on the corner, and bought what I needed. The fifty was mostly gone when I was done, but at least I hadn’t had to dip into the small amount I’d been able to save since starting my job.

By the time four rolled around, my room was spotless, and I’d tackled the filthy bathroom as well. It had been so dirty that I wouldn’t even pee in it. Now I felt like I could shower there and get clean.

I carefully showered and dressed for my date. I had a pink skirt that came to my ankles and a sleeveless white satiny top that I was going to wear. It was what I’d worn to my graduation, but I was sure that Bryan hadn’t been there that night. I could always feel his presence and I hadn’t.

I brushed my hair until it gleamed, deciding to do nothing else with it. It was long and fell past my elbows.

I decided to forgo panty hose and stepped into the pumps I’d purchased used for my graduation. I looked at myself in the cloudy mirror above the old beat-up particle board dresser. I looked good. Maybe I could talk him into taking me back to his place tonight. I sure would have loved to return the favor he’d done me yesterday. If he didn’t want full-out sex, then fine. We could still get each other off.

I picked up my tiny little white purse. It had almost nothing in it. No one had ever bothered to help me get a driver’s license, so I had just been issued a state ID. It was held in a wallet with $10 which was the remainder of the cash I had after spending money earlier. I had my debit card in there as well. Nothing else. I’d never had money to buy make-up, and never learned to apply it for that matter. I didn’t care. Bryan didn’t seem to either. Maybe someday.

He knocked on the door of the boarding house at 5:00. The woman who ran the house, Margaret, had sent him up to my room. I’d already told her I wouldn’t be there for dinner. She didn’t care if you were there or not, as long as you let her know and she didn’t fix too much. She lived in one of the rooms on the first floor.

He knocked on my door, and I opened it, smiling at him. I was embarrassed that he saw where I was living, but then realized that I really didn’t need to hide anything from him. He understood where I was coming from better than most men would have.

He looked around the room. “It’s very clean,” he said.

I smiled. “I spent most of the day taking care of that.”

He grinned. “Are you ready to go?” He looked so good. He wore a black suit, a white shirt, and a red tie. I thought he’d wear something more casual, but he could have been going to a wedding in that get up.

I nodded. “You look fabulous, Bryan,” I whispered, kissing him quickly.

He took my hand and led me to the door. This part of town was run-down enough that you were unlikely to see anyone you knew. It was more the college area.

I locked my room, and we went down the rickety stairs. I told Margaret that I didn’t know when I’d be back. She eyed Bryan warily. “Take care of the girl.”

He nodded. “I will.”

Margaret was old enough to be my grandmother. Her face was lined with age, and her hair was dyed an unnatural shade of red. She was nice, though, and had taken a liking to me.

Bryan pulled onto the highway and started driving. “I made reservations in St. Cloud. Is that okay with you?”

St. Cloud was about an hour drive, but I didn’t mind. It meant I got to spend more time with him.

“Sounds good to me. What restaurant?” I asked. I’d lived in St. Cloud until the previous year. I’d lived in different parts of the city, but it had been my home all my life.

“Are you familiar with St. Cloud?” he asked surprised.

Hadn’t I told him that? “Yeah, I lived there ‘til last year when I moved in with the Richardsons. I lived with my parents, and four different foster families there.”

“I see. I lived there with my adoptive parents after my parents signed their rights away.”

Signed their rights away? Why had I assumed his parents had died like mine had? “I thought your parents had died, too,” I said quietly.

He laughed harshly. “If only. No, my parents kept me around for the welfare money, and because they needed a punching bag. Social services took me away, and my birth parents signed their rights away immediately. I lived with them ‘til I was eight.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. I meant it, too. My parents had made sure that I knew I was the most important thing in their lives. I missed them every day. There had never been any harsh treatment.