Dante
I climbed into bed, still thinking about Clara. It was a pity she’d taken off instead of giving me a blow job, the woman obviously horrified by my request. Still, she’d been the one perving at me, so it had been worth a try. And unlike Candy, I would’ve loved seeing her lips wrapped around my cock. I ran my hand over my dick, imagining Clara doing just that: on her knees, with my raging hard-on pumping in and out of her mouth, while she stared up at me with those big doe eyes. But instead of seeing Clara’s steel-grey gaze, Beth’s hazel eyes came to mind. I swore and let go of my cock, annoyed with myself for lusting after Clara. I’d vowed to steer clear of women for a while, what I’d had with Beth not easily brushed aside. Although I hadn’t loved Beth enough to stay with her, it was still love, just not the intense kind that I’d had with Kara or...
Something at the back of my mind begged to come forward, to tell me a tale of another love, but no matter how hard I tried to remember, I couldn’t. I hit my head, so fucking annoyed, whatever was locked away in my stupid brain needling me. The only women I could remember professing my love to were Lavinia, Kara, and Beth. Lavinia had been my first girlfriend—a cheating ho, who didn’t deserve the love I’d offered to her at thirteen, while Kara was abusive, and Beth was a liar. Still, it hurt so much knowing that Beth would be dead soon. If anything, she’d died that day the car had hit her, the accident stealing away her mind. As a result, I’d gone off the rails, almost killing myself in the process, drinking myself to death with anything I could get my hands on, but now... All I could think about was Clara. It made me feel guilty for thinking about another woman while Beth was wasting away in a hospital bed.
Pissed off with myself for being so fucking weak-willed, I pulled my bedcovers over my naked body. But then again, I had every right to think about Clara, especially since I’d had an affair with her, one that I was sure was more than fucking. Again, it made me wonder whether my best mate and my dad had told me the whole truth about the months I’d lost. Had Jasper purposely downplayed my affair with Clara? Because I couldn’t imagine having a short and sweet affair with that woman. She was too uptight to give into something as serious as an affair without me putting in some serious grafting, and if she was worth working for, I didn’t think I’d take things as lightly as Jasper had said I’d done. But... I didn’t think my mate would lie to me either. My dad, fuck yeah, he’d bullshit in a heartbeat, but not Jasper.
I closed my eyes, feeling confident that Jasper wouldn’t have lied to me. Whatever Clara had over me was probably all in my head, my mind just playing tricks on me.
***
I lowered my face, my breath mingling with Mrs. Hatton’s. I pressed my lips against hers, softly teasing, tasting, tentatively at first, then with more force. She opened her mouth, allowing me to slip my tongue inside, the invite surprising me. I’d expected her to come to her senses, to push me away, regardless of what she wanted, because she did want me, something she could no longer deny, especially after what I’d caught her doing moments ago. I’d walked into her office, catching her masturbating, my teacher shouting out my name as she came.
I weaved my fingers through her long blonde hair, hoping she didn’t change her mind. But I had nothing to fear, her kiss even more forceful than mine. She wasn’t just tasting my lips, she was biting them, so fucking hungry for me I could barely believe it. Her grip on me grew more fervent. I didn’t remember her lifting her hands, but I most certainly felt the painful pull on my own hair. But instead of putting me off, it turned me on even more. Still, I wanted more.
I slid my hands under her, lifting her small frame with ease out of the chair. Breaking our kiss, I settled her on her desk and disentangled her fingers from my hair. Wanting to taste her, I slipped a hand under her dress and tugged her knickers down her legs, part of the lace tearing as I yanked them off. I tossed the ruined knickers aside, then grabbed her hips and yanked her forward, startling a cry out of her. But I didn’t look up, her clean-shaven pussy grabbing all my attention.
Excited, I dropped to my knees and placed my mouth to her... She inhaled sharply, what I was doing obviously hitting the mark. She squirmed about, her breathing growing more erratic as I ravished her pussy with my tongue, enjoying her sweet taste. Her breath hitched again as I added some fingers to the mix, priming her for a hard fucking, my tongue still working overtime. It wasn’t long before my cock wanted to join in on the fun. The bastard was throbbing so much that I was worried it was going to blow before I got the chance to come inside of her.
I went to pull away, needing to enter her now, but she grabbed my head and pressed my face firmly against her pussy, using it to get off. Her keening grew in volume, the threat of us being discovered getting more real. Her small office was only a wall away from my English class, as well as the hallway and the outside area where students hung out. But I continued doing what she wanted, every lick and nip causing her to grip harder onto my head, my hair aching from how much she was pulling on it.
She started thrusting her pelvis forward, obviously loving what I was doing. But it was too much, my cock now in desperate need of attention. Taking hold of her hands, I forcibly detached them from my head and pulled back, greedily sucking in air, her pussy nearly suffocating me. I smiled at the thought, thinking it would be a beautiful way to die.
I wiped a hand across my face and rose up over her, wanting to mount her, fuck her until she keened so loud that her voice cracked. She was panting, her long blonde hair obscuring her face, some of the strands wet with sweat. I yanked her forward and placed my cock at her entrance, thrusting in balls deep, the feeling of her surrounding me overwhelming.
“Jesus,” I groaned. “You feel so good.”
I closed my eyes, going still for a breathless moment, just enjoying the sensation of being inside of her, something I’d thought would never happen. Then it was all go. I snapped my eyes open and grabbed her hips, ready for a hell of a lot more. She cried out as I started fucking her. Not wanting anyone hearing us, I placed a hand over her mouth, stifling more cries, then laid into her, drilling her hard, fucking her like I’d never get the opportunity again.
It didn’t take long before she was crying out into my hand, coming, her pussy tightening around my cock, making me gasp. She grabbed my head and yanked it down. I let go of her mouth right before she smashed her lips against mine, what she was doing too good to hold back. I shot into her, coming so fucking hard it was almost painful, the orgasm one of the strongest I’d ever had, if not the strongest. It was so intense my mind went blank, nothing but pleasure flooding my senses. We stayed like that for a few moments, before I finally pulled away, my cock slipping out of her.
Mrs. Hatton brushed her hair aside, looking so beautiful in that moment, I couldn’t believe I’d had her. But I knew one thing.
I wanted to have her again.
***
I shot up in bed, panting, unable to catch my breath. Then I felt it. I looked down at my lap in disbelief, shocked that I’d come in my sleep.
“Fuck,” I swore, not believing I’d done that. I hadn’t had a wet dream since I was a kid.
Then it hit me.
It wasn’t a dream.
It was a memory.