Nikki and her Teacher (5 page)

He shrugged. “It was a long time ago. My adoptive parents made up for it as best they could.”

“There was a little boy at the Richardson’s. His name was Nathaniel. He was only a few months old when he got there, but his father had burned him,” I said. “I did my best to make up for how his parents treated him. He woke up screaming in the middle of the night most nights.”

“It wasn’t that bad for me,” he said. I could see by his face that it had been, but that he wasn’t going to talk about it, so I didn’t press matters.

He parked the truck outside a small restaurant that I’d never been to. I’d never even heard of it. Of course, I could eat sawdust and be happy as long as I was with Bryan.

I got out of the truck a bit shakily because of my heels. I’ll admit I had never worn heels. A lot of girls that age had worn them for years, but I did well to have jeans and a t-shirt to wear.

Bryan put a hand against my back to keep me from falling. I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want him to think that I’d gotten all dressed up in heels and everything just to impress him. Of course, I had, but did I really want him thinking that?

He slipped an arm around me as he led me to the door. His touch made me think of the things he’d done to my body yesterday, and I felt my pussy getting wet. I wondered how he’d react if I leaned over and whispered, “I want you,” into his ear. I thought about it, but I really was hungry, and decided I’d save that for after dinner.

The host, or I guess maître d in this fancy of a place, led us to a small table off in a corner. I was thrilled to have a table away from the traffic. Bryan held my chair for me, and I felt so cherished.

He sat down across from me and picked up his menu. We spent a minute looking over the choices. I was astonished at the prices, and immediately went looking for salads. I appreciated him bring me out to eat, but I didn’t want to be the one to break the bank for him. I chose a salad with chicken strips and bleu cheese dressing. It was still crazy expensive, but at least it wasn’t like some of the higher dollar meals.

I set my menu down, and saw that he’d been watching me. I smiled, liking that he’d watched me decide what to eat. “You are really beautiful,” he said softly.

I reached across the table and took hold of his hand. He’d never complimented my looks before. I felt a thrill run through me. “Thanks.” I was excited that he had started treating me more like a woman he was interested in and less like a student.

We talked quietly while waiting for the waiter to come and take our order. Once we’d placed it, he invited me to dance. I immediately stood and followed him out to the dance floor. My dad had danced with me a lot when I was little, but I hadn’t done any dancing since. I’d felt like an outcast for so long, that it was wonderful to see other women sending me envying glances.

He held me close as we swayed back and forth to the music the small band was playing. I could feel his cock pushing against me insistently, and I pulled his head down to whisper in his ear, “I want you.”

His eyes lit with passion at my words. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

I grinned slyly up at him. “That’s why you’re a better person than me,” I whispered, “I do want to take advantage of you. I want to get you naked and feel your cock sliding deep inside me.”

His whole body shuddered. “You are going to kill me, Nikki.”

I rested my cheek against his shoulder as if I’d said nothing. His reactions to my words made me feel so powerful.

He kept me in front of him as we walked back to the table. I knew he was trying to hide his erection. We ate our meal slowly, talking about everything from politics to the weather.

Once we were in the truck headed back toward town, he asked me if I’d ever been to the lake at night. “It’s beautiful there,” he told me.

“I haven’t. I’d love to, though.”

“Do you have to work tomorrow?” he asked. I thought it was cute that he sounded so responsible all the time.

“Yes, but not until four. I can stay out as late as I want.”

He looked over at me and grinned. I wanted to touch him so badly. “Okay, let’s go see the lake.”

We drove to the same spot on the lake we’d been to the previous day, and he helped me out of the truck, and slipped an arm around me as we walked down to the lake. It was beautiful. The small ripples made by the bugs that landed on it made it enchanting. It was like we were in another world, separated from everyone else.

We stood looking out over it for several minutes, when I turned to him, and slipped my arms around him, embracing him tightly. He bent down and kissed me sweetly.

A little imp made me ask, “Did you get yourself taken care of after you dropped me off yesterday.”

He half laughed. “I went home and read some Shaina Richmond. That helped me take care of myself.”

“Shaina Richmond?” I asked.

“She’s a writer of erotica. Very sexy stuff!” he told me.

I laughed. “Did she give you any ideas that you could act out with me?”

He sighed. “I don’t need any ideas with you. That’s the problem. My head is full of ideas for you.”

I reached down and trailed a finger along his fly. “Show me?” I held my breath as I waited for his response. Hopefully he still had the blanket in the truck. A bed would be nice, but I would be thrilled with a blanket under the stars for our first time.

He stared down into my eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

My heart skipped a beat as I nodded.

He took my hand and led me to the cabin. When we got to the door, he reached in his pocket and pulled out his keys. “You know that friend of mine that lives here?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

“He’s me.”

He unlocked the door and pushed it wide for me to go in. The house was neat, but not spotless. It looked like it had been picked up especially for my visit, but could definitely use a dusting. I liked that he’d taken the time to pick up for me.

He turned around and locked the door behind him, taking my hand and leading me through the cabin to the bedroom. “I live here during the summers and in an apartment near the school during the school year. I come out every chance I get during the school year.”

It was only about a half hour drive here from town, but in the winter, that half hour could be treacherous. It made sense for him to have two places.

I looked around at everything as he pulled me through. I knew he was in a hurry to get to the bedroom, and so was I, but I was also desperately curious about him. The impression I got from my quick walk through the place was very woodsy and masculine. It suited him in a lot of ways.

He pushed me onto the bed in a sitting position and knelt at my feet. He removed one shoe, and then the other, bringing my foot to his mouth to brush his lips across the arch. I tingled. No one had ever told me that a kiss on the foot could be quite so erotic. I sucked in a breath and he smiled up at me.

He kissed a slow path up my ankle, past my knee, and up under my skirt. I shivered as I saw his head disappear under my skirt.

He stood up and removed his suit jacket and his tie. I stood as well, and went to work on the buttons of his shirt. “It’s not fair if you have all the fun,” I told him. “This is like unwrapping a present I’ve waited my whole life for.”

He stood still while I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and removed the white t-shirt he wore underneath. “Kick off your shoes,” I said. I unfastened his slacks and pushed them down off his feet. I knelt at his feet and took his socks off. I pressed my cheek against the bulge in his boxers. I couldn’t believe how hard he’d gotten just for me.

I stood up, leaving his boxers in place, and stripped my top over my head. I pushed my skirt down, and stood before him in just my bra and panties.

“You’re not on the pill, are you?” he asked gruffly.

I shook my head. I hadn’t even considered birth control, which shows you how far gone I was. At eighteen I knew I was not ready for a baby.

He walked to his nightstand, and removed a box. I assumed they were condoms, but in my sheltered little world, I had never even seen one. He laid the box on the pillow. I didn’t bother to look and see for sure what it was. I trusted him to take care of me.

He walked to me and slipped a hand under my stream of blond hair to the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to his. This time when he kissed me, it was more insistent. He pulled me up against him, his free hand roaming the bare skin of my back and down to my ass. He kneaded the muscles in my ass, making me moan into his mouth. He felt so good against me. I could feel his cock pushing against my bare stomach.

I wrapped my arms around his back, my hands stroking him as his stroked me. I had no clue what I was doing as my hand went down his ass and inside his boxers to stroke it. I must have done something right, because he groaned.

“I’m trying to go slow, Nikki. I don’t want to scare you.”

I laughed out loud. “You’re not scaring me. You’re turning me on. I want you inside me so badly I’m ready to scream!”

He smiled. “Don’t rush me. You’ll enjoy it more if we go slowly.”

“I won’t if I explode first!”

He chuckled softly. “You’re not going to explode. You’re going to enjoy yourself.”

He unfastened my bra, and threw it behind him onto the floor. Next, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties, pushing them to the floor for me to step out of. He pushed his own boxers down to the floor, and I found my eyes drawn to his cock, jutting out from his body. I had nothing to compare it to, but it looked beautiful to me in an overlarge sort of way.

He lifted me into his arms and gently placed me in the center of the bed, quickly following me down. I stared up at him with wide eyes, wondering what he’d do next. I wanted this. I wanted every second of this, but still, some small part of me was afraid. I’d never done this before.

He leaned over me and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I arched into his mouth, loving the feel of him. He smoothed a hand down my body to my pussy. I spread my legs wide to allow him entry, and felt his finger glide along my clit, and then slip slowly inside my dripping wet cunt. Oh man! I loved this!

“Oh, Bryan! That feels so good!” My voice sounded breathless. Even to my own ears I sounded sexy.

I put my arms around him, rubbing his shoulders and his back. I tried to slip a hand down the front of him, but he caught it. “If you start touching me there, I’ll get too excited. I want this to be good for you, baby.”

I groaned. “Just being with you like this is good for me. I love you!”

He brushed his lips across mine, making me feel like the most loved woman alive. His hand kept moving around my pussy, sometimes sliding a finger in, sometimes playing with my clit, sometimes just moving along the edges of my pussy entrance. He was going to kill me.