by Jessie K
“You have to call me Mr. Flint.”
“I’d be delighted,” she teased. His furrowed brow stopped her. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. For everything. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again and I felt completely embarrassed because of my age and lack of… experience. I never expected this to happen, I swear.”
“I know. I didn’t either.” Matthew still refused to look at her and ran another hand through his hair. She wanted to do it for him. “Lynn, promise me this will never come up again. We are professional actors who graced the stages of Broadway. Professionals who cannot fuck this up. This is your job now.”
Something about the way he called her a professional actor tickled a fantasy in the back of her brain. Not a fantasy of the flesh, but a fantasy of something more… something great. “I understand. I do. And I promise.”
“Good.”
Awkward silence permeated the space between them. Lynn didn’t know what else to say, what else to do. What was the protocol for being in the presence of an incredibly sexy man you once fucked into the midnight hours… but who was now your teacher?
And, if she had it her way, her director?
“So…”
“I’ll write you a note.” He walked around his desk and scribbled a pass on a post-it note.
She just wanted him to look her in the eye. No, they couldn’t be involved ever again. Yes, they were professionals playing a part. But an intense longing just needed him to admit he missed her the way she missed him.
“You are mad at me.”
He handed her the slip of paper. “I could never be mad at you.”
Their eyes finally met. Lynn knew, without a doubt, he meant it.
“Bitch, you never texted me back!” Dana jumped in behind her in the snack bar line. Only underclassman endured the hell that was the hot lunch line, and the only decent thing school had going for it, besides the theater department and sexy new teacher, was their pizza sticks. “We were mid-convo!”
“Sorry.” Lynn pocketed her phone. Matthew didn’t have her real number and she refused to take his. There would be no way he’d text her, but it didn’t stop her from wishing. “My phone got taken away. You’d think they’d be over it by now. My god, they want us hauling around tablets and laptops for class, but god forbid you have a cell phone out.”
“It wouldn’t be an issue if those assholes in the front office didn’t block all chat applications on their server. I mean, accept we’re going to talk to each other one way or another. We don’t live in the dark ages and this shit isn’t exactly new. It’s the 21st century version of passing notes, but far more environmentally friendly.”
“Preach it, sister friend.” Lynn high-fived her. “They’re fighting a losing battle.”
“What dicks. I hate teachers, especially the hot ones. Those assholes think they can be bigger hard-asses because their students want to do them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about Captain Kirk Chris Pine, right? He’s sex in a uniform, and Mr. Flint is basically his darker-complexioned twin, but screw him. He was part of the generation that took cell phones everywhere! It’s like a technological sin for him to take away your phone. Especially when you’re texting me. Especially then. Screw him. He’s King Dick.”
Lynn snuck a glance over her shoulder before grabbing the cardboard boat of pizza rolls. “Dana… do you remember the night we went into the city over the summer? We pretended we were visiting your cousin or whatever, and you covered for me while I snuck off to that audition?”
“With that asshole director everyone claimed was ‘so visionary’ but he clearly couldn’t see the fucking talent you have and didn’t cast you?”
“Dana.”
“I’m just saying.”
“Anyway. So, you know how I stayed out way too late….”
“Because you totally banged super-hot actor? And I died of envy? Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Lynn flushed and hurried out of the line before the lunch lady at the register could bore cross-shaped holes into her face. “Right, well super-hot actor is the king dick who took my phone.”
Dana ran into Lynn’s back. “Oh my god.”
“Shh!”
They sat down at their usual table in the back corner, where things were a little more private. Seniors had laid claim to the corner for forever, but Lynn and Dana were part of the elite group of juniors permitted to sneak in the previous year. There was wide debate about continuing the tradition of letting in any juniors this year, and Lynn was grateful nobody had been chosen yet, leaving their space a little less crowded for the time being.
“Yes. It’s him!”
“Oh god.” Dana fanned herself. “Captain Kirk is the super-hot actor. Goddamn, Lynn. I’m so impressed. Teach me your secrets.”
“Funny.” Lynn bit into a too-hot pizza stick and winced. “What a fucking day.”
Dana tapped her fingers on the table. “You aren’t… you aren’t going to transfer out, are you? Because you can’t freaking leave me during our senior year. You just can’t.”
Lynn said nothing. It’d be a lie to say she hadn’t considered it. “Professional” or not, it was going to be unimaginably hard to sit in class with that man every day like nothing happened. And if she did get cast in the play? She’d die if he coached her platonically. Die.
“Look, I’m not saying I don’t get it, because I would totally understand if you felt the need. That’s huge. I mean, if someone found out, you could get expelled, right?”
“Probably. And he’d get fired. Then again, it was just over the summer, right? He wasn’t sure what he was going to do when we… you know.”
“Bumped nasties?”
“Dana.”
“Tickled his pickle?”
“Seriously, quit.”
“Schnoodlypooping? Bam-bam in the ham? Tonking? Entering the castle? Laying the pipe? Parting the pink sea? Playing hide the cannoli?”
“Will you… bam-bam in the ham?” Lynn laughed. “What the hell?”
“Whitewashing the picket fence?”
“Good god. You are a mess.” Lynn rubbed her temples. “We did all of that, yes. And it was all fucking amazing. And it could probably get me expelled and him fired. This is terrible.”
“Terrible, yeah.” Dana nodded empathetically. “And hot. You banged the hottest thing to ever happen to this school, Lynn. Captain Kirk! In the hot pants!”
They fell silent as Aria Levens and her crew walked past.
“In trouble on the first day, Viggiani?” Aria clucked her tongue and laughed. “Not setting the stage for the whole year, are we? I’d hate to see your chances for Romeo and Juliet fall flat because you had too many points to your name.”
“Eat shit and die, Levens.” Dana smiled sweetly.
Aria scoffed. “Just a warning for our friend here. No need to get hostile, Moss.”
“Fuck off, Aria.” Lynn didn’t feel like dealing with her. Not now. Aria was the last person in the school who could catch wind about her history with Matthew. “The big girls are talking.”
“I can’t wait to own you in the auditions.” Aria bared her shark-like teeth and waved with three fingers.
“She’s worse than last year.” Dana flicked her off. “I can’t wait for her to contract herpes.”
“What a glorious day that will be.” Lynn nodded and slumped in her chair. “Dana, what do I do? I can’t leave. My parents would never pull me out, anyway. Not without good reason. And they cannot know about this summer. They wouldn’t even let me finish by correspondence, so changing schools is out of the question. And I can’t leave you. But I also can’t get expelled, and… what?”
Dana had been chewing intently on her straw. She cleared her throat. “I’m just wondering… um, do you even want to transfer out? I mean, do you want to, you know, get back with…”
“He’s my teacher, Dana.” Lynn whispered. “We’ll both be fucked. I can’t do that to him.”
“I know, I know. I’m just asking. It’s my duty to ask. If
you feel yourself slipping, you tell me immediately. It’s also my duty to protect you.”
Lynn blew a kiss at her and Dana returned it.
“Okay, but if it was one hundred percent certain you wouldn’t get caught…”
Lynn sighed, feeling the same twinges from before wind up in her middle. “In a heartbeat, Dana. A goddamn heartbeat.”
Suppressing her feelings was harder than she expected. The threat of discovery and expulsion was certainly huge, and she’d hate herself forever if she got him fired over their interlude last summer. It wasn’t his fault—he had tried to resist her advances several times throughout the course of the night without ever actually saying no. He was a perfect gentleman, something she wished she could keep in her life forever.
But there was a chance he could ruin everything for her, too. Theater was her therapy, her entire life. Mommy and Daddy Viggiani liked to pretend their absent methods of parenting didn’t cause any damage, but Lynn didn’t ever feel healed until she touched the stage.
Tapping into all of her suppressed emotions, letting them out in a controlled manner under the pretense of being someone else, was freeing. She had gone from staring down a straight blade in the bathroom to smiling. Theater had literally saved her life.
There was no way she could give it up.
Yet, Matthew was a blood infection gathering under her skin. He was everywhere in her, burning hot, and impossible to draw out. Memories permeated her every moment for the rest of the day; she couldn’t concentrate in economics or Latin, and making it to the final bell was torture. Every time she slipped into the restroom, a fantasy of him sneaking in behind her played out in her mind.
By the end of the day, she had decided to go after Juliet with more force than she’d used for any other audition. She would get those one-on-one sessions with him, and she would make him suck out his poison by whatever means necessary.
Lynn couldn’t be forthright about her feelings for him—her overwhelming desire to strip bare before him and let their souls collide together like sweet poetry. But she could speak to him through her audition.
She picked a monologue from Hamlet, where Ophelia confessed her love for Hamlet to Polonius. It was hugely ambitious, but Lynn needed this chance. Matthew needed to know this performance was just for him.
She locked the door to her room, usually unnecessary in the empty sarcophagus of her giant home, and dimmed the lights. She paced around the room, trying to get into character. Matthew had once told her, “Remember the moment and bring it into the scene.” It would take all of her to bring their moments into the scene, but she had to nail it. For him. For her. For them and whatever future they could have, even if it was just one more night together to say goodbye.
If this worked, maybe it wouldn’t be goodbye. Maybe it would be the kindling to something small and beautiful. Kismet brought him to her classroom. She couldn’t pass that up. So she took a deep breath and read through her lines.
He took me by the wrist and held me hard.
Then goes he to the length of all his arm
And, with his other hand thus o’er his brow,
He falls to such perusal of my face as he would draw it
Long stay’d he so
At last, a little shaking of mine arm
And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
He rais’d a sigh so piteous and profound
As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
And end his being
That done, he lets me go
And with his head over his shoulder turn’d
He seem’d to find his way without his eyes,
For out o’ doors he went without their help
And to the last bended their light on me
Matthew was her Hamlet, she his Ophelia.
Shakespeare wrote some of the most sensual poetry ever written. He knew the lust of a man and a woman entwined through passion. This monologue was written four hundred years ago for them, for her sweet Matthew and their love in the middle of New York City. Ophelia’s words needed to be a part of her, the memories of Hamlet in the dark to be her memories of Matthew in the lamplight.
Lynn was immediately flooded with the smells of the subway, the vanilla-scented candles in his apartment, the heady atmosphere of the theater mixed with Matthew’s cologne. She could feel the softness of his sheets and the roughness of his hands against her bare skin. His fingertips trailing a whisper-soft path down her stomach. Muscles bulging under her touch. Passionate kisses growing desperate. His cock growing beneath her hand.
He took me by the wrist and held me hard.
Pressing her against the bricked walls, lavishing his tongue against her lips, her neck, claiming the inside of her mouth. Bending her over the rooftop railing. Her hands grasping for his belt buckle.
Then goes he to the length of all his arm
He pushed her away, but she knew he didn’t want to resist. Lynn knew he was craving her as much as she craved him, wanted to taste the forbidden fruit of their lust and drink from it like a man dying of thirst at a fountain of cool water.
And, with his other hand thus o’er his brow, he falls to such perusal of my face.
Enclosed in the dark and tiny space of the Escape Room, threatening to pleasure her in front of the entire room, all those eyes and watchful cameras. Exposing her pink fruit to the world as he licked her into oblivion. Feeling his hardness wrapped in denim, pleading and begging for her to set him free.
His lips against her collarbone. Withdrawing her sensitive breasts in the public eye on the subway, stealing her breath. The warmth of his mouth on her nipples, pulling gasps from her lips. Owning the hard wanting tumbling from her wetness. His engorged cock pressing through the thin fabric of her summer dress, teasing her with carnal promise.
Throwing her over his shoulder and pinning her under his strong shoulders in the dark, quiet spaces of his room. The smoothness of his cock under her hungry tongue. The knot of passion welling within her.
As he would draw it. Long stay’d he so.
Lynn found herself panting, fingers dragging across her chest. She unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her firm breasts nestled in lace. He had looked so voracious when she revealed herself to him for the first time. His thrumming need shot through her fiercely, and the simple memory of it replicated the feelings almost tenfold.
If she stood before him like this, bare and exposed, tucked in lace and smelling of sex, would his face have the same desire carved into the handsome cheeks? Would his eyes devour her with the same covetous want, or would he be even more desperate?
A single hand unclasped her bra and sent her breasts bouncing free. She ran her hands over her erect nipples and moaned, rolling her head from side to side.
At last, a little shaking of mine arm, and thrice his head thus waving up and down…
Each flick of her fingers mimicked the motion of his tongue as he had tasted her for the first time. She slid to the floor before her mirror and hiked up her skirt, revealing the wet pinkness beneath. Heat welled through her. Matthew worshipped her cunt the way a sinner worships the cross. She slipped a finger across the outside her of lips and pressed herself into the wall.
Her touch wasn’t as powerful as his, but she needed only close her eyes, and she was back on those sheets, legs spread-eagle, feeling his lips trail up and down her thighs, teasing her center with all the dedication of a man obsessed. She grazed across herself again and let a small moan leave her lips.
The pleasure was delicious. She slipped another finger deeper through her folds and cried out a little louder. Her fingers became soaked with a rush of want for her Hamlet, her Romeo, her teacher. She returned to her breasts, pressing her cheek against the cool wall. Remembering.
He rais’d a sigh so piteous and profound, as it did seem to shatter all his bulk and end his being.
The pain of withholding had been obvious as he had tried to pleasure her endlessly without allowing himself the gift of release. His ex
pression had been almost childlike in the dim light as she took his entire length in her mouth. His cock was huge, the likes of which she’d never imagined a man could be blessed with. She remembered it being better than she could have hoped, just as powerful and delicious as the rest of him.
Lynn would suck his cock all night if he would let her. She wanted to pleasure him endlessly, relishing the taste and smoothness of him in her mouth. She was told giving head would be an unpleasant experience, but she craved it as much as she craved his head between her legs, his curls teasing her thighs. There was immense power in delivering such ecstasy to someone, especially someone as sexy, mature, and experienced as Matthew.
Watching him become slowly unwound between her lips had her rocking her hips against the carpeted floor, moaning as she pleasured herself while sucking him to euphoria. Lynn opened her eyes to watch her pussy grind against the carpet in her room.
That night, he had thrust his pulsing cock into her mouth, forcing her to drink every drop of his orgasm. She drank greedily, loving his taste, and licked every drop from his sensitive head while fucking him with her eyes. He looked like he was going to come again just from watching her, his mouth curved into an O, his body tense and shaking under her.
The same knot grew within her as the rough carpet parted her lips and abused her clit. She cried out as loud as her body allowed, shoving herself against the wall for support, and slipped two fingers between her lips, stroking her clit to frenzy.
Lynn couldn’t let herself go, not yet, not when Ophelia still had more and the wave of memories from that night cascaded over her. She moaned through her next line, barely able to speak the words.
That done, he lets me go, and with his head over his shoulder, turn’d.
Matthew had caressed her body with kisses, licks, and nibbles. His teeth against her thigh stole her breath. Tiny bites against her nipples undid her. Warm lips along her exposed skin melted her against him.
Her stokes became more desperate. Behind her lids, Matthew’s face appeared again, hair disheveled and perfect, his eyes peeling back the protective layers of her skin, forcing her to stop playing a role and be the real Lynn, moving with him in euphoria.
