Teachers' Pet: An MFMM Romance

by Amy Brent

  He grabbed my ass cheeks, squeezing hard, and I let out a soft moan.

  I laid here, letting him fuck me senseless. I didn’t dare move because I was so focused on how amazing everything felt, and how I wanted him to fuck me more like this.

  He leaned down near my ear. “You like when I fuck you like this?” he asked.

  I nodded my head because I couldn’t speak. It felt so amazing that my brain couldn’t tell my mouth what words to say. I just wanted to lay here and focus on his cock until he made me come. Until I felt him come.

  I was getting into it, feeling him sliding in and out of me a little faster, a little harder, and he stopped again.

  “Holy shit, I’m going to come,” he said.

  “Then come,” I said, finally able to speak again because I didn’t have the feeling of his cock shoved so deeply inside of me to distract my mouth from actually speaking.

  “No, not until you come again,” he said. “Get back on top.”

  I felt him pull out of me. I wanted to whine at the feeling of loss. This had felt so amazing, and I hadn’t wanted him to stop. But he had. He laid back down on his back, and I climbed back onto his cock. I shoved him inside of me before he even realized what I had been doing. I couldn’t wait anymore. I was so close. Two times I had been about to come and he just stopped. He pulled me into him again, like we had been doing, and he started fucking me, moving his cock in and out of my pussy.

  He’s so fucking good at this, I found myself thinking. I never wanted to go more than a day without feeling his cock inside of me. I loved the feeling of our bodies pressed together like this, entangled with one another, and the extreme pleasure that his cock brought me.

  He started fucking me harder and faster. I could feel every bit of him sliding around inside of me. He went harder and harder, and it felt better and better. Suddenly, we were both over the edge - together. Floating through the air, our bodies pressed hard into each other. My clit throbbed again while his cock was throbbing inside of me.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned. I was loud, but I didn’t care if my neighbors heard or not. I was really enjoying the amazing makeup sex we were having. I was really enjoying the second orgasm I was currently having. Moaning loudly helped me enjoy it more. And I knew it made Cole happy when I got loud. Because then he really knew how good I was feeling. He would know that he gave me another amazing and mind-blowing orgasm.

  An orgasm that felt better than any I had ever had through masturbation. I loved his cock so fucking much. I wanted to feel it shoved inside of my pussy all of the time.

  When we both came down, I rolled off of him, and we laid there together on our sides, just staring into each other’s eyes.

  “I’m glad you’re here,” I said, smiling at him.

  “Because you came twice?” he asked with a smile.

  I lightly hit him in the arm. “No, because I really missed you.”

  We didn’t speak for a few minutes. We just soaked up the feelings that were flowing through us. We stared into each other’s eyes, and I felt myself growing even more attached to him. I was finally feeling happy for the first time in over a week.

  All I ever needed was him.

  He was all I had ever wanted in my life. Even if I had never noticed it.

  “I’m sorry, again,” I said.

  “Don’t be. Now that we are together again. None of the bullshit matters anymore. Just know that I’m here for you, no matter what. I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” I said, scooting closer to him.

  He shifted himself and was angled in a weird way. It took me a second to realize what he was doing and that’s when I laid flat on my back and then he put his lips to my stomach.

  He did it again, leaving a few small kisses over my skin. They were gentle and the single sweetest thing I had ever experienced in my life.

  “I’m excited for the baby,” he said. “For our baby.”

  I was still feeling the effects of my orgasm. The afterglow. And maybe it was the hormones, too, but tears were threatening to break through. They were happy tears, but I didn’t want to cry right now. I was far too exhausted. Plus, I didn’t want him to think that he did something wrong.

  I smiled at him as he laid his head down on my stomach. He pressed his ear to it, and even though I knew he couldn’t hear anything, and I figured he also knew this, it was still so sweet. He was being so affectionate toward not just me, but our unborn child.

  He placed his hand on my stomach. “I’m going to be here for you and our baby. I’m not ever going to go anywhere. I want you to know that. I love you with all of my heart and this baby, too.”

  I looked at him, staring into his eyes, and I could feel that he was telling me nothing but the truth.

  “That means so much to me,” I said and began to rub his head with my hand. I did truly love this man and everything he stood for.

  Things might have been a little rough between us, but I knew that if the lies stopped and I started being up front and honest with him, things would only become better and better between us.

  “I’m so glad you came over tonight,” I said.

  “I am, too,” he said. And his smile told me just how much he really believed that was true.

  It filled my heart with so much joy, to be here with him like this. To know that we could work through everything and make it all work out. We were good together, and I knew we could raise this baby perfectly together.

  Chapter 25

  Cole

  It was Friday night. Violet and I were in the car on the way to her parents’ house, and I just couldn’t seem to keep my hands off of her. She looked so beautiful in the white cocktail dress she wore. She looked drop dead gorgeous. It was going to be a little weird since they had no idea about her and me. But it was time to let them know what was going on.

  Since she was pregnant, I noticed a beautiful glow about her. She was the most beautiful pregnant woman I had ever seen.

  We were headed to have dinner at her parents’ house. They had invited me there to thank me for something, and I had to admit how nervous I was. After she told me about the conversations she had with her mom the previous Saturday, I couldn’t help but be a little worried about what was going to happen between her family and me. Especially between Alan and me. We went back so far. We had always been good friends.

  “You look gorgeous,” I said to her as I stared at her. I soaked up this moment. I soaked up every moment I had alone with her. Every moment I looked at her.

  I wanted to really look deep into her eyes and study all the features of her face. Those were my favorite moments.

  She smiled. “You look very handsome,” she said.

  “Thanks,” I said.

  She seemed nervous, too. Now, I was wondering what she could be thinking about. Was she worried about her parents? Did she want to tell them? Did she not?

  “What’s wrong?” I asked her, taking her hand in mine and kissing the top of it.

  “They don’t know you’re the father,” she said.

  We were sitting in the back of a town car. I wanted to ride this way so I could touch her and comfort her. I found I couldn’t keep my hands off her much these days. It wasn’t a bad thing. But I knew it could be a major distraction if I was trying to drive like that. In fact, my mind was filled with things that I wanted to do to her in this very back seat. Things that I was going to do to her as soon as we left her parents’ house.

  “You didn’t tell them it was me?” I asked. I wanted to make sure I heard her right. I wasn’t sure how to feel or what to think. I thought she might have told them. I thought we could have been past this point. I knew it was going to be hard for me to be around Alan.

  “They don’t know who it is. I only said it was someone at work and that I didn’t want to talk about it. I don’t want them to know.” She was looking down at her hands, avoiding eye contact with me.

  “But I think we should tell them. The baby will be here soon enough, and
I’d rather get this whole thing with them figured out before the baby arrives.”

  She put her hands on mine and stared me in the eyes. Her big round eyes looked absolutely gorgeous.

  “Please. I’m not ready to do that just yet. I promise we’ll talk to them. We’ll tell them and get it all figured out before the baby gets here. But not tonight. Please.” She was pleading with me, and it tore at my heart strings. I couldn’t make her do something that she didn’t want to do.

  “We won’t tell them,” I said. And then I pulled her into me more. We rode like that, not talking, but it was comfortable until we got to her parents’ place.

  I was nervous, even though I knew they had no idea we were together and that I was the father of her baby. I wasn’t really sure why they had wanted us to both come for dinner. I thought for sure that they might have known about me. But that didn’t seem to be the case anymore since Violet made it clear she didn’t want them to know. This was going to make this dinner so much harder.

  When we walked up to the door and she knocked, the door opened to reveal her mother and father. Both already had drinks in their hands. I hoped that was a good sign as to how the evening was going to go. From the looks of it, her mom had a martini and her dad had a brandy because we were having dinner together. He always had a brandy when there were guests over for dinner. It occurred to me that I knew a lot about her father. Maybe even more than she knew. And I started to feel a little guilty that he had no idea what was going on between us.

  They invited us in, and I shook Alan’s hand. “Hey, Alan. How have you been? Thank you for having me over for dinner.”

  He shook it and looked me right in the eye. My heart rate picked up, and I felt like he was searching my eyes for something. Some sort of answer to an unasked question, perhaps? I wasn’t really sure and just went with the moment, not letting him see that I was sweating, or that I was freaking out on the inside. Maybe he knew because he knew me too well.

  “Thank you so much,” he said when he finally spoke. “Thank you so much for getting our baby girl this internship and writing the amazing report on her. It really means a lot to us that you did that for her.”

  I felt a weight get lifted off my shoulders. That was all this was about. I started to feel a little better, even though I had to push away the thought of confessing to him what was going on.

  “You’re welcome,” I said. “Your daughter is a very hard worker. I wish there were more people with her work ethic around there.” I smiled at Violet. She smiled back and so did her mom. “Besides we go back far enough.” I winked at him, and he laughed.

  “Dinner is in a few minutes,” Gloria said. “Let’s go sit down.” The four of us walked into the dining room and sat down around the giant table.

  There were far too many seats at the table for such a small party, but we all sat closely together. I tried to calm my nerves down. But I didn’t realize how hard it would be for me to be around Alan with his pregnant daughter, the one I got pregnant, in the same room as us.

  “It really is lovely what you’ve done for our Violet,” her mother said, just as the housekeeper came around with water glasses for the four of us.

  “Thank you,” I said. “But seriously, it’s not a big deal. I’ve known you guys so long. And she really is a hard worker, just like her dad.”

  The housekeeper handed me a glass of ice water. I was hoping for something stronger because there was no way I could get through this dinner without a little encouragement. I took a sip of my water and then continued talking. “Like I said, she’s got an amazing work ethic that’s really hard to find in workers. I have had far too many people with half-ass attitudes. More than people who actually care about their job. So really, it’s my pleasure to have her there.” I was rambling now, and I hoped more than anything that I wasn’t giving myself away. Calm down, I told myself.

  The chef came out with a couple other people. They were all carrying silver trays with covers. They set them down on the table in front of us and lifted the lids.

  There were lamb and veal, along with a selection of different sides. It all smelled amazing.

  “I’m just so sorry she had to go and get herself knocked up,” her dad said as we were beginning to eat.

  I grabbed my water and took a few gulps. I didn’t know how to respond or what to say. I was at a loss for words. I promised Violet I wouldn’t say anything, but it was hard not to.

  “It’s someone at work,” her dad continued. “There’s some asshole at your company that likes to go around knocking women up. I know I’m semi-retired, but maybe I need to come back full time, so I can make sure things like this don’t happen anymore.”

  I almost choked on the bite of lamb chop I was currently chewing. It was getting harder and harder for me to keep up this ruse. To keep this piece of information hidden away from her family. They didn’t deserve to be in the dark. Especially, Alan, my long-time friend.

  Her dad finished the glass of whatever he was drinking, and then he looked at me, hard. “What kind of people do you hire there?” he asked.

  The weight of the lie was starting to wear me down. It was taking over my every thought. It was becoming too much. I knew I should keep my promise to Violet, but the secret was beginning to crush me. It was pressing down on me, making it difficult to breathe. They needed to know the truth. They deserved to know the truth.

  I cleared my throat and placed my hand on Violet’s. I watched her dad’s eyes narrow at it. And then I think realization dawned on him before I even said a word.

  “We have something to tell you,” I started.

  Both of her parents froze, looking at me like I had three heads. It was hard to do this, but I needed to. I knew I was going to be hurting Violet by telling them, but she’d see how they needed to know the truth. Things would get better from here, and we could move on with the pregnancy and with our relationship, without the lingering fear of her parents finding out. This was going to be best for everyone.

  “Don’t,” Violet whispered.

  “It’s time,” I said.

  She shook her head, but the looks from her parents told me that I really needed to say something.

  “Your daughter and I are in love. I am the father of her child.”

  Her dad spit his food out of his mouth and swallowed the rest of his drink. He slammed the empty glass down on the table. He seemed to be thinking for a moment. Her mom didn’t move. She was staring at me. Not talking, not doing anything other than staring at me. Or rather, she was staring through me.

  Alan stood up and swung at me from across the table. I leaned back, pushing my chair back with my legs as I did so. He went to swing at me one more time, and I evaded it once again. Only this time, I fell over my chair just as he fell onto the table, causing everything to fall all over the floor. Violet came running to me while her mom went running to her dad. They were both checking on us to make sure we were okay. I got up from the floor and went over to help her dad.

  Alan was livid with me, and rightfully so. I knew this was going to happen, but I felt a weight had been lifted off my shoulders in a way. The secret was out, and now we could properly move forward with our lives and with planning for the baby’s arrival.

  “You need to leave,” her mom said to me while holding her hand up, stopping me from coming any closer.

  I nodded my head. “Thank you for dinner. I’m sorry it got ruined, and I hope you guys will come around, at least for your grandchild’s sake.”

  Chapter 26

  Violet

  I couldn’t believe he just told them. Did he not care about my feelings? Did he not care that maybe I had a plan on how I wanted to bring it up to my parents? When I realized he was okay after falling backward, I could feel my blood begin to boil.

  My fists were clenched, and I felt angry. I wanted to tell them in a different way, and even though he promised he wouldn’t say anything, Cole told them regardless. He told my parents that we’re in love and he’s th
e father. I couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t supposed to say anything at all. I didn’t want him to, and this was the reason why. My parents overreacted to everything that wasn’t in their little life plan for me. I hated it.

  And now I was upset with Cole, too. Call it hormones or whatever, but I knew it was because he betrayed me. I had wanted to have a private talk with my dad. I didn’t want him to find out this way. I wanted to ease him into the idea of Cole being the dad and us being together and in love. Now that shot was ruined, and he hated Cole. I was growing more and more agitated.

  “Get the fuck out of my house,” my dad yelled at Cole.

  I didn’t want him to leave, but at the same time, I did feel upset that he had done this. He dropped this bomb on them like this. I wanted him to leave so that maybe I could get everything under control. Maybe I could get my parents to calm down and think about things rationally. I could explain what happened, and we could work through this.

  We had to work through this. I wasn’t a little girl, but a part of me hoped my parents would support my pregnancy. What child doesn’t want their parents’ support when they are about to have a child of their own?

  My mom went completely pale. I didn’t know if I’d ever seen her that way before, but I felt like this was the look she had on her face when she was on the phone with me last weekend. It was probably also the look when she first found out for herself.