Chapter Thirteen
Lennon
By nine o’clock, I’m beginning to panic. She wasn’t in class, and she won’t answer any of my texts. I left an underage girl in a club with a group of drunk guys. Sure, my friends were there, but Jesus… what was I thinking?
I call Rick, but he claims she left shortly after me, with Gary. I sigh, relieved, until he tells me he ended up spending the night with Darcy’s friend, Cindy. The only Cindy I know of is the one in my class that Darcy is always talking to. She wouldn’t have brought her and risked her recognizing me, would she? I shake my head. That is the least of my worries right now.
Desperate, I call Gary, to see if he knows anything.
“Yeah, I dropped her off at home. Why?”
“She wasn’t in…” My voice trails off, because telling him she wasn’t in school would mean explaining how I know that.
“School?” Gary offers.
“How did you know?” I mutter, rubbing my forehead. I can almost hear the glee in his tone.
“She told me.”
“She told you? What else did she tell you?” I’m getting defensive, but I can’t help it, because I’m expecting Gary to have a go at me.
“Calm down, dude. She likes you. A lot. So, what’s the problem?”
“What’s the problem?” I laugh. “Are you kidding me? I’m her goddamn teacher. You don’t see that as an issue?”
“She’s eighteen,” Gary replies. “It’s not like she’s twelve.”
“That’s the thing. It doesn’t matter if she’s eighteen or twelve,” I cringe at what I just said, because I’m pretty sure it would make a bit of a difference. I sigh and try to put my thoughts into words. “The fact that she’s eighteen doesn’t matter, Gaz. If I was her professor in college and she was twenty-five, it’d be the same thing. I’d have just as much a problem with that scenario.”
“You’ve lost me, man. I don’t get what the big deal is. If you ask me, I think you’re scared after what happened with Stacy and you’re looking for excuses—”
“That’s got nothing to do with it,” I huff. “Why does everyone keep getting on my back about that? How can you not see me being with Darcy as wrong? It’s an abuse of power. If you had an eighteen-year-old daughter who was sleeping with her teacher, you’d be okay with that?”
“I wouldn’t be okay with my daughter sleeping with anyone,” Gary retorts. “So, your argument is ridiculous. Man up and decide what the hell you want, or let the poor girl move on.”
I sigh. If only it was that simple. I know what I want, the problem is, I can’t convince myself that I’m allowed to have it.
“If we were caught out, I’d lose my job. I’d lose my career.”
“Then tell her. That’s a valid reason. Her being eighteen, and this abuse of power bullshit, is not. Tell her you’re scared of losing your job. There’s nothing wrong with that. You think she’s gonna break down and cry because you care more about your job than her? She’s a tough girl, Lennon, but she’s been through a lot. If you want this to work, figure out a way. If not, then stop fucking with her.”
He’s right. “I have to go,” I mutter, and before he can reply, I end the call.
I need to talk to her.
She’s not going to answer my calls or my texts, so there’s only one thing I can do. Go see her. She turned up at my place, why can’t I turn up at hers?
I stand in front of her house, trying to pick which room would be hers. Knocking on the door isn’t an option, because it’s obvious her parents are home, and possibly her brothers if she has any.
My heart races as I walk around the side of the property. I close in on one of the windows and peek inside, shitting myself when I see her mother lying on the sofa, watching TV. I quickly duck out of view and creep along the ground toward the next room. I can barely breathe as I raise my head and peek through a tiny break in the drapes. My heart swells when I see her lying on her bed, lamp on, staring at the ceiling. I watch her for a moment, just enjoying her beauty, before I summon up the courage to tap lightly on the window.
She jumps, bouncing to her feet, her eyes darting around the room. I chuckle to myself because she looks quite funny, then I tap again, this time a little louder. Her eyes narrow as she glances at the window. She walks over and yanks open the drapes. Her mouth drops open when she spots me hovering in the bushes, an embarrassed smile on my face.
She opens the window, just enough for her to peek out and glare at me.
“What the hell are you doing?” she hisses.
“Well, you wouldn’t answer my texts, or my calls, so I took a leaf out of your book and came over,” I say weakly.
“Really?” she crosses her arms over her chest and nods. “And you thought sneaking around outside my window would do the trick?”
“You’re talking to me, aren’t you?” I say, standing upright again. “Now, are you going to let me in?”
Sighing, she lifts the window and lets me inside. I watch her as she closes it, bending over just enough for me to focus on her ass. She turns to face me, her arms defiantly crossed over her chest again.
“If this is about last night…”
“It’s not.” I make a face. “Well, it is, but not in the way you think. I hated seeing you flirt with Rick. It really got to me and made me realize I don’t want to think about you being with anyone else. I really like you, and I want to find a way to make this work.”
“But?” she says, raising her eyebrows.
“I’m scared of losing my job. All we need is for someone to see us and I’m done. I’d never get another teaching job. I’d probably lose my registration. I feel like shit saying this, but I’ve worked too hard to fuck my career up.”
Her expression softens, she sits down on the edge of the bed and nods for me to join her. I do, sliding my hand into hers.
“That, I can understand,” she says. “I’d never want to jeopardize your career, Lennon.”
“So, what do we do now then?”
“My offer still stands,” she says. “I can enroll somewhere else—”
“You’d never get in anywhere this far into the semester, and besides, that’s not fair to you.”
“So, what do you suggest?” she asks.
“That we only see each other on weekends, and never in public. Just until the end of the semester. Then you’ll have graduated, and I’ll have moved on anyway. So even if you fail, we’ll be good,” I joke. She gives me a look, and I laugh. “I’m joking, you’re probably the smartest one in my class.”
“I bet you say that to everyone,” she teases.
“I just want you to know that I do want to risk things for you, because I think we have something.” I lift my hands to her face and cup her chin, trailing my thumb along her soft cheek. She leans into me, and her eyes fall closed. Leaning forward, I kiss her, my lips brushing over hers. A whimper escapes from her mouth as her lips slightly part, and she takes control of the kiss, swiftly tangling her tongue around mine. She sends my body into a frenzy. I don’t want her to have control. This is my moment, and I’m claiming what I’ve longed for. Her.
I lift her onto my lap, my fingers clutching the hem of her shirt. In one swift motion, I lift it over her head and toss it aside. She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, sliding it down her arms as I kiss her neck. I push her hair out of the way, my lips traveling down over her breasts. She gasps as I take her nipple in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it until it hardens, before turning my attention to the other one.
I twist myself around until she’s laying on the bed with me between her legs. She grins as I rock myself against her. I’m rock hard, and as her fingers brush over my erection, I stiffen even more. I block out the sound of the TV in the next room and let my lips explore every part of her body. I pull away, just enough for me to tug at her jeans, pulling them down over her thighs. She giggles softly as I struggle to remove them—they’re as tight as fuck. My frustration grows until she eventually sits up and releases them from her ankles.
“There,” she grins, her dark hair falling loosely around her bare shoulders.
While I’m up, I yank down my pants and shrug them off along with my shirt. I take my place back on the bed, on top of her, my lips capturing hers. She wraps her legs around my waist, my cock pressing against the warm fabric of her panties.
She gasps, arching her back as I pull them aside and gently slip a finger inside her, caressing her soft folds. She’s so wet and all I want to do is slide my tongue inside and taste her sweetness. With a devious smirk on my lips, I trail my tongue down her body and her eyes widen when she realizes what I’m doing.
“Sshh,” I warn her as she giggles.
I spread her legs wide and trail my fingers over her pussy. She gasps, throwing her head back against the pillow. Leaning down, I kiss her wetness, my tongue sliding along her crease.
“Oh, God,” she gasps.
She places her arm over her mouth and bites down on her wrist—hard—to muffle her screams. I chuckle and pull down her panties, threading them down over her long, silky smooth legs.
I slowly kiss my way back up her thighs then rest my mouth on her pussy. She gasps again, her body writhing as I slide my tongue inside her. She’s so wet, turning me on like crazy. I push my tongue deeper, reveling in the sweet taste. She whimpers, wrapping her legs tightly around my neck as her fingers grasp handfuls of my hair.
I glance up at her as she tries to pull me closer. Her eyes are closed and she bites her lip, lifting her back off the bed as I massage her clit. My fingers trail up over her stomach, finding her full breasts. I rub her nipples between my fingers, pinching them, and her body reacts.
“Oh, God,” she gasps. She’s doing her best to keep quiet, but she’s not doing a very good job. I’m almost waiting for her parents to burst through the door to make sure she’s okay. She pulls the pillow out from under her head and places it over her face while my tongue continues to lick and suck at her pussy.
“I’m going to come,” she whispers.
Her breathing shallows and her legs tense. She’s shaking, and as I continue my long licks up her lips, flicking my tongue against her clit with every stroke, she groans, convulsing as her orgasm racks her body with pleasure. I kiss my way up her body until my mouth is pressed against hers. I want her to know how sweet she tastes.
“I want you inside me,” she whispers.
I don’t need to be told twice. With a quiet growl, I hurl myself over the edge of the bed and reach for my jeans to retrieve the condom I stashed there earlier. She narrows her eyes at me, a smirk on her lips.
“Well, you were pretty sure of yourself, weren’t you,” she teases.
I chuckle knowingly, and press my mouth against hers. “It doesn’t hurt to be prepared,” I murmur.
I place the wrapper between my teeth, rip it open, then roll the rubber onto my hard cock. She braces herself as I gently slide inside her. I pace myself, not wanting to hurt her, but fighting the urge to thrust my dick as deep and hard as she can take it. I kiss her neck, finding my rhythm against hers as she rocks her hips and locks her legs around my waist.
“Harder,” she gasps. I bite down on her lip and push myself so deep inside her that she cries out. “God,” she pants. “I’m going to come again.”
“Again?” I whisper, kissing her throat.
Lowering my head, I close my mouth over her nipple and suck. Gently at first, but as her orgasm builds, harder. She cries out, her pussy contracting around my dick as her fingernails dig into my back. I groan and thrust faster, unable to hold out any longer. I let out a low growl, my cock throbbing against the walls of her pussy as I come in an explosive climax. She wraps her fingers around the base of my shaft while I’m still inside her, milking the last of my load. I kiss her neck, then her lips until the sensation of her fingers become too much.
Panting, I roll off her and she snuggles against me. I wrap my arm around her and kiss her forehead. I can’t put into words how good I’m feeling, being with her like this. She gives me a smile, but I see the worry in her eyes. I lean closer and kiss her, doing my best to reassure her this isn’t like last time. The doubts and fears are still there, but I want to take the risk in being with her.
“So,” she says with a nervous grin. “Where does this leave us?”
I’m about to answer when the unmistakable sound of singing floats through the bedroom door. I glance at Darcy, amused, who blushes. If there was anything that was going to shatter the mood, it’s her dad’s singing.
“When my dad has a few too many drinks, he likes to sing,” she mumbles. I chuckle quietly to myself as we wait for him to move back down the other end of the house. “Sorry,” she mutters, her cheeks still red.
“Don’t be,” I laugh. “I think we’ve all been there after a few too many. Now, back to your question. Why don’t you come over for dinner tomorrow? I’ll cook.”
“You cook?” she laughs, her blue eyes sparkling. “Is there anything you don’t do?”
“Trust me,” I grin. “There is plenty about me that will probably annoy you, but right now I want to show off my skills, and cooking is one of them.”
“That’s great, but I’m more interested in what other skills you have to offer,” she says. I smirk as she positions herself on top of me, her lips pressing against mine. I cradle her face in my hands as my mouth explores hers. She’s fucking amazing.
All I want to do is lie here and fall asleep with her in my arms, but unfortunately that’s not an option. We need to be careful if this is going to work. We have to be on our game—one slip up could ruin everything.
“How about you come over and I’ll show you some skills? Tell your parents you’re staying at Cindy’s, and spend the night with me.”
“Okay,” she agrees. “But my standards are high now, so you’d better impress me.”
“Are we still talking about my cooking?” I laugh.
She grins, her eyes sparkling as she leans in closer to kiss me. I sigh as she gently grinds her hips against mine. My cock aches as it hardens again, and I let out a groan. What is this woman doing to me?
“Were we ever really talking about your cooking?”