by Jessie K
“Sure I can.” He kissed her. Now, their kisses were less primal and more open, like love letters to one another. He could write a whole book with her. “Besides, I’m not lying. You have the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen, including the girls in porn. True story. I’d visit any time you’d let me.”
“Mmm.” She moaned slightly. Her hips began a gentle roll against his thigh. His Juliet was insatiable and relentless. “I don’t think I could say no to a visit.”
“I would hope not.” He kissed her again, taking his time to explore her thoroughly, ensuring each inch of her, inside and out, was marked by him. Matthew was never one to share, not really, but he would tattoo his name on her if he could.
The thought of anyone else erasing his fingerprints from her skin gutted him.
“I might now be a tad bit obsessed.”
Lynn sucked lightly on his neck, her light touches turning more aggressive. “What if I told you I’ve only actually seen one other penis in person?”
“That penis is very lucky.” He tried to ignore the context of the question and enjoy the feel of her hands all over him. Her kisses were hot against his skin.
“What if I told you I’ve only given head once, just one time, but I Googled how to give good head so I wouldn’t look like an idiot when I found a cock I wanted to suck?”
His cock was now ramrod. She teased him with tender, fleeting touches. For a girl who couldn’t have spent much time in the bedroom, she knew how to get under his skin immediately.
“I’d say you were either lying or an exceptionally good student.” Matthew swallowed hard. She flicked her tongue across his nipple and bit down on it. She seemed to like repaying the favor. “But I don’t think it matters either way.”
“I think it matters.” Lynn laid her head back on his chest. She was driving him crazy bringing him up hot and fast and then dialing it back. Matthew loved a good tease. The fucking was always better that way. “Because you’re the first one I’ve ever wanted to really touch, Matthew, the first one I’ve ever really wanted to touch me.”
That was big. “Why me? I’m just some dude you met at audition. But you, you’re fucking gorgeous. You have these big bedroom eyes and a fuckable mouth. You had me hard from the moment you put your lips on me. You can have anyone, my Juliet. Anyone.”
“I don’t want just anyone. I want you.”
“You’re silly.” He murmured against her head. “Stay with me tonight.”
“I don’t want to make you late for work tomorrow.”
“I would be late every goddamn day for you.” Matthew put an arm behind his head to watch her pump his cock. “Besides, I’m not working right now. Saved up enough money to take time off while audition season was in full swing. I bartend on occasion for a buddy when I need more beer money. So, I’m all yours.”
Matthew took his other hand and slipped it between her thighs to stroke her clit. She began to breathe heavily against him. He loved how ripe and untouched she was. It was exciting and so fucking sexy.
“I want to do that.” Lynn said after a moment. “I wish I could take off time to just focus on theater. The whole world is happening in the City, and I’m in exile on that damn island. It’s like being in prison.”
“I’ve come to your rescue.” Their stroking backed off a bit as they talked. Matthew was a little disappointed, but he also loved hearing her talk.
She smiled. “Thank you, kind knight. I just wish I could be you, in a way. You’re so brave, striking out and putting yourself out there time and time again. I feel like it will never be my turn, like I’m never going to actually get to live. It all feels so far away.”
“I think it always feels like that.” Matthew quickened his pace against her clit. He leaned forward to place a wet kiss on her nipple. Her moaning intensified and it gave him a huge burst of arousal. “Until you do something about it.”
“It’s not quite the same.” Lynn gasped against him. She started to pull harder on his cock. “You get to do this all the time. I admire that, how willing you are to jump in and live the life without a safety net. I’m not allowed to have the net cut off yet.”
Matthew nudged her onto her back and leaned over to attend to her other breast. He slipped a finger inside her, where she was again hot and wet and completely ready for him. “So take some scissors and cut it off. You have so much power in this tiny, sexy body. You just need to realize it.”
“I’m too young for power,” she whispered.
Matthew paused. She looked slightly embarrassed. Lynn pressed herself to him and kissed him hard. Her distraction almost worked. Almost.
He sat up. “Lynn. How old are you?”
She tried to get him to lie back down, but he wouldn’t. She crawled in front of him, lay out on her stomach, and began to lick the head of his cock. It was harder for him to pay attention, watching her fuck his cock with her mouth. Lynn was so just so good at it, and so hungry for it.
Each time she put her mouth on his cock, she looked like it was all she ever wanted. As soon as she removed her lips, sadness. She was created to blow him, created to take his cock in her mouth and pleasure him until he filled her up again and again and again.
She was like a living, breathing, sexy-as-fuck sex doll. Except she was so much better, felt so much better, was so much more funny and witty. Sex with her was mind-breaking. She didn’t thrill him with weird positions, she claimed him with an eagerness to learn.
Probably because she was too young. Entirely too young.
“Am I going to get arrested for fucking you?” He managed. His hand ended up on the top of her head, entangled in her hair, forcing her head against him. “Please God, tell me you’re legal. I don’t think I can pull you off my cock if you aren’t.”
She kept going, sucking more fervently now. Matthew struggled to keep his vision clear and his wits about him, but his body begged to forget all about it. There was a sexy girl unwilling to get off his cock. How could he say no? Stopping felt impossible. All he could think about, instead, was coming all over those luscious tits. Or maybe on her lips, like in the movies, where he jerked off into her greedy and waiting mouth.
Could he get her to swing around so he could lick her while she sucked him off? She was so enticing, so sexy, he wanted to pleasure her. There were some girls he wouldn’t want to touch and he could be perfectly content with not reciprocating after he received a blowjob. But his Juliet, his young, oh-so-young-Juliet, deserved to have him cater to that amazingly wet mound.
She couldn’t be too young, he reasoned. She was old enough to know what she was doing. And God, it was so hot. The idea of fucking someone so young and so new, fresh and ready to be picked and devoured, made him want to explode in her mouth.
Unless she was a minor, and then he could go to fucking prison. Which started to put the mood off. Seriously, he could not go to jail. Jesus fuck. He should have asked for an ID card on the subway before this all started. He’d heard horror stories all throughout grad school and should have known better. He pushed her off of him.
“Lynn.”
She sat up slowly, head bowed. “I’m not a minor.”
“So, how old are you?” Fear nearly killed his erection. Prison was terrifying, but fucking someone so young was still so hot. As long as she was legal. Please, please be legal.
“Please don’t be mad,” she begged. “Please.”
Shit. Oh shit. Matthew rubbed his hands over his face, erection dead. His wrists were already carrying phantom pains from imaginary handcuffs. “How old are you?”
“Look, it’s really not important. I promise. I’m young, but I’m not too young to know what I’m doing or what I want. And what I want is you.”
“Unless you’re too goddamn young to know what you want.”
Matthew jumped off the bed and starting pacing. If he took her with him to the police station, could she explain the whole thing? Since he brought her in and confessed, would he avoid jail time? Shit, if he went to jail,
surely finding another job would be impossible. They would run his record and find this goddamn felony and not let him be around any of the students or kids.
Could he ever work in the theater again?
“I swear! There’s nothing to worry about!”
“Then how old are you?” This is what happened because he ignored his gut. Why would he do that?
She sighed and rubbed her arms. “I’m eighteen. Matthew, please, come back to bed.”
“Prove it.” He pointed at her, and was more forceful than he planned to be, but she couldn’t blame him. Not when she was seconds away from fucking his life over forever. “Prove to me you’re legal.”
She slid off the bed, dug in her purse, and brought over an ID card. “I’m eighteen. See? Do the math. I turned eighteen at the beginning of the year.”
Eighteen. God, that was even younger than he expected. He was almost twelve years her senior and she was barely out of school. He knew, just knew he should have stopped this earlier.
He looked up at her. She was perched on the bed, arms covering herself, biting down on her lip. She looked so distraught, so … embarrassed? Nervous? Was it because she lied or because she got caught?
But, she wasn’t a minor, right? He studied her ID, which looked legit enough. Eighteen. Eighteen and beautiful. He was fucking a teenaged girl, with perfect teenaged tits and an untouched, teenaged pussy.
His cock jumped again. He would be lying if he said it wasn’t a huge turn on. Every guy he knew looked twice or three times at the young chicks crowding the bars, eager to use their fresh IDs. If an opportunity ever presented itself to them with an untouched virgin wrapped in bows, they’d be ecstatic.
Lynn had basically insinuated she was a virgin. And that was really disturbingly hot. She also knew exactly how to drive him wild and how to suck his cock like a porn star. He couldn’t forget that part, because fuck she was good at it.
“If you want me to leave …” She picked up her things. “I’m sorry I bothered you.”
“No!” Matthew crossed to her. “No. I’m sorry. You’re just so young and I really thought I might be looking at the end of everything.”
He brushed a strand of hair out of her face and cupped her chin between his hands. He kissed her gently, over and over, until she opened again and kissed him back. Matthew picked her up and laid her back down on the bed and climbed in next to her. He ran his fingers down her torso, but she stopped him and pushed him down.
“Let me make it up to you. I lied and scared you. The least I can do is suck you one more time.” She pulled her hair over her shoulder with a pout.
Matthew nodded and leaned back, letting her take all of him in her mouth. She really was his Juliet, his young bride waiting to be taught how to fuck and how to pleasure a man in bed. He gently thrust into her mouth and she pumped his shaft in time to the motion, another hand cupping his balls. She was such a naughty little girl.
This was better than he could have hoped for. God, he could train her and groom her in all the right ways. He could teach her how to please him, how to have all the best kinds of sex, and literally live out every guy’s fantasy.
Hell, she could be young enough to be a student if he fell back on his MFA. College girls were an amazing breed, willing to try anything new, eager to please.
Matthew felt like he lucked into the goddamn sex lottery. He no longer cared about never hearing back from his audition. That agonizing script had landed him the best sex opportunity of his life.
“When do you have to go back to work?” Lynn asked. She ran her tongue against his length one more time and then crawled back up him. “How many more nights can we spend doing this? How many more ferries can I miss?”
“Planning on coming back?” he asked, delighted. He tried to contain his excitement so it wouldn’t scare her off.
She bit down on his lip. “I don’t think I could sleep without an orgasm from you ever again.”
Matthew groaned softly. “I have until the end of the summer. If I can’t get a solid gig by then, I’ll have to go teach or something. The clock is running down.”
“So, I’m fucking a future teacher. That’s kind of hot.”
Lynn shoved her tits in his face and he obliged, pressing her nipples together so he could take them both in his mouth at the same time. She seemed to like that, because her back arched and she began to grind her pussy against his cock. He flicked his tongue over them and watched them pebble in arousal.
He sucked on one until she cried out, and then did the same to the other. She began to grind harder against him and whispered out all the very naughty things she wanted to do with his cock.
All the things she wanted him to do to her pussy.
He held her to him with an arm possessively around her shoulders. “Does this mean you’ll put on a tiny little skirt and a slutty shirt and bend over for me, so I can see the pink of your pussy staring at me? Will you let me lick you while you take a test?”
Her breathing quickened. “If I flunk my test, will you spank me?”
Matthew groaned louder. “Do you want me to spank you?”
Lynn started to fall victim to a building orgasm. Her breathing intensified and she could only nod her head. She pushed herself up and settled her pussy on his hardness to ride him. Matthew licked his thumb and rubbed her clit while she played with her breasts.
“You can do whatever you want to me, Matthew. Whatever you want.”
“That’s a dangerous request. You don’t know the things I’m capable of.”
“Anything. Everything.”
Her features, illuminated by the lamplight, made her look like a phantom or a dream, but the feel of her wetness was so real. There was no dreaming, this creature was really riding him, squeezing him with her tight walls and following the rhythm of his hips.
“Anything for my Juliet.”
He grabbed her hips and thrust upwards, fast and fierce, and watched her cry out in building ecstasy. Would she really stay with him every night? Could he really have his Juliet as often as he wanted, insatiably and greedily fucking from sun up to sun down? They could audition together and then fuck in closets while waiting for callbacks.
One night, he was going to take her back to that rooftop garden and gift her with so many orgasms, the building owners would have to call the police.
It stopped being sex. This wasn’t just body parts moving together. This was making love; this was creating something harmonious and beautiful, uniting two souls between the sheets. If their sex was music, it would be a symphony. If it was art, it would be a Monet. If it were theater, they would be Shakespeare.
To say it out loud would be impossible. To claim it would be insanity. But with the light surrounding her, the pure ecstasy on her face, and the heavenly noises coming from her lips as he buried himself in her, fusing them together, he finally understood. After years of study, he finally, absolutely got it.
For the first time, he understood how Romeo fell in love after just one night.
PART ONE
epilogue
“Good luck! Remember, show no fear. They eat it for breakfast around here.”
“Thanks.” Matthew gave a two-fingered salute to his old professor. “I’ll be sure to emerge victorious.”
“You’ll do wonderfully, Matthew. You’ve always had the gumption and the talent. Teaching it to young, budding minds is almost as fun as having sex on stage. Almost.” Professor Heston wheezed out a laugh and ambled out of the door as the bell rang. “Let’s do lunch after this period, okay?”
“Your treat.” Matthew pointed to him.
“Young man, you’ll learn none of us have money. It’s the plight of growing young minds. Call it a business meeting and I’ll write it off to the department.” He waved again from the hall. “Can I get you anything before the firing squad arrives? Bourbon? A tourniquet?”
“Buzz off, old man. I’m going to wow the minds of tomorrow with my sage advice and mature wisdom.”
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nbsp; “I’ll tell Lottie to send in the body bags.” With a wink, the old man disappeared into the theater room next door.
Matthew took one final look at the emptied classroom and rubbed his neck. His first class went by okay, but it was a Theater I class and everyone treated it like the blow-off course it was. Then, he had two periods of in-service. Fourth period felt like his first real class period, where everyone was actually awake and would be listening to him speak. Probably.
Really, he should count himself incredibly fortunate. His summer tanked after a continued series of failed auditions and a lousy toothpaste commercial that only aired on public access television after midnight.
He chalked it up to auditioning for all the wrong roles, trying too hard to fit his square-pegged talent into round roles, but it would be a lie to say it wasn’t disheartening.
Truth be told, nothing seemed to fit after that one crazy, beautiful night with crazy beautiful Lynn. But just like Juliet, one night was all he’d gotten.
After another month of rejection and second-rate performances, he lucked into running into his old professor from community college, and thus lucked into a last minute theater teacher position. It could have been so much worse; they were also hiring a pre-algebra teacher and Matthew was dismally atrocious at math, but his combination of degrees gave him just enough edge to share a tiny classroom next to a moderately-sized theater space.
At least his final days were spent chasing down stage lights instead of suffering through day job interviews. This way didn’t feel as failure-riddled. He truly gave it his best shot until the very end … of his bank account. Maybe next summer, he’d have better luck. This teaching gig might set his portfolio above those around him.
He’d take anything to differentiate himself from the other fish in the sea.
Matthew snuck into his office and shut the door. He could pretend he was hunting down the roll call paper, but really, he just needed a moment. Over his last twenty-nine years, life spat a lot of mountains and hills at him. Some, he simply stepped over. Others required a full set of gear and hiking boots.
