“You can’t be here.” she said in a voice barely above a whisper as he pulled the roller blind down over the glass door and swiftly made his way across the room, dropping his bag when he was halfway to her. Paul grabbed her hands, pulled her out of her seat, turned her and pushed her back onto her desk on top of the test papers. Positioning himself between her legs, he roughly wrenched her skirt up over her thighs before releasing the belt holding his trousers and letting them drop.
“No.” she protested in her sternest voice.
“You can stop with the protests.” he told her as he stepped closer, one hand going to her hip while the other moved the material of her underwear aside “You know you want this, you just have to admit it to yourself” a half a step closer still and he was inside her, once again, she made no attempt to stop him or push him away, she closed her eyes and hung her head in shame at her inability to stop her legs from parting further, her eyes opening when he paused, seeing in front of her evidence of her arousal on the firm flesh that had stopped half in and half out of her.
Paul was so lost in the moment that it took him precious seconds to realise the noise he had heard wasn’t coming from either of them. He was relishing how damp she was and the delightful wet noise that filled the room at each and every thrust and that was when he heard it, laughter and the clang of a metal bucket, the cleaners had arrived.
“Fuck.” He hissed, unceremoniously pulling out of her and carefully easing his still hard cock back into his trousers, he reached for her skirt and pulled it back down over her hips, smoothing it down her thighs “Meet me in the park, by the top car park, I’ll be there for the next hour” he said, she recognised it wasn’t a question but a demand.
“No, I won’t, this stops now.” she answered, finally finding her resolve.
“It’s up to you.” he shrugged “You either meet me in the park or I’ll come to your house, which would you prefer?” he picked up his bag and looked at her questioningly.
“Fine, I’ll come to the park.” she agreed knowing she couldn’t allow him near her house.
She parked her car in the top car park as instructed; apart from one other car the place was deserted. Stumbling from the vehicle, she took the most obvious, well beaten route from the gravel surface of the car park, cursing her shaking legs, blaming it on her stiletto heels which were wholly unsuitable for this type of terrain, her tight skirt wasn’t helping matters either and she found herself hitching it up to allow a more purposeful stride.
As she walked, avoiding pot holes and the delightful parcels left by inconsiderate dog owners, she went over in her head what she was going to tell this persistent boy, she would have to be firm and take no objection from him, this ended today, after this meeting she would not allow herself to be in this position again. She jumped when he stepped out of a clump of trees just a few feet in front of her, a cigarette clamped between his lips, he smiled at her around it as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his trousers, exposing his body to her gaze. Carmen could swear that he knew exactly how good he looked, he had testament to that fact every day at school with hoards of girls salivating over him, all of which he took in his stride with an extremely dirty laugh and easy smile. She looked away, annoyed that despite the firm warnings she had given herself she still felt the heat rise between her legs, her nipples hardened as he removed his shirt and threw it into the clump of trees he had so recently stepped out of.
Paul’s smile widened when he saw her look away from his naked torso, he saw the slight hesitation in her step and also the way her nipples pushed at the material of her blouse, in that split second he wanted to roll them between his lips but that would have to wait for another day. He gestured to her the way through the trees, finally reaching the spot that served as a smoking den and love nest for him and his brother, the large trunk of the fallen tree had proved useful in its death more than once.
“Paul, you have to listen to me.” She rounded on him when she found her way blocked by the tree trunk “This is wrong and dangerous, I shouldn’t have let it get this far. I’m flattered that you are attracted to me, I really am but I am at least ten years your senior and your teacher, this will have serious consequences for me and I’m concerned that it will also harm you psychologically.”
Paul had listened to what she had to say but her words hadn’t stopped him from divesting himself of the rest of his clothing, he took a pull on his cigarette before reaching forward and stubbing it out on the dead tree, blowing out the smoke before looking her in the eye “I realise this is a bit dodgy for you but if no one finds out, there isn’t a problem.” He shrugged, one hand idly stroking his erection.
“I am your teacher.” She repeated “And you are only fifteen years old, you aren’t even legal.”
“It’s just a number, I feel legal.” He grinned, he reached for her hand and wrapped it around his hot, rock hard flesh.
She whipped her hand away, glaring at him but inside she was shivering with desire “If you don’t stop this, I will report you for harassment and have you expelled.”
“You don’t believe a single word you just said, you tell yourself that you do and try to convince yourself that you are doing the right thing but all the while there are tiny tell tale signs that you know you are fooling yourself and I know it too. You don’t resist me, you are dripping wet every time I touch you and you want nothing more right now than for me to bend you over that tree and fuck you like your life depended on it. So if you have the courage of your conviction, go ahead, walk away, report me, get me expelled, it’s not like it’ll be the first time, you’ll be doing us both a favour because that way, you won’t have the teacher card to play which, in case you haven’t noticed, doesn’t bother me in the slightest.”
“Stop it.” Firmer this time, she pushed against his chest as he moved closer; regretting her decision to touch him, the feel of his firm skin beneath her fingers wasn’t helping her cause.
“You don’t mean that.” He had lowered his voice and continued to move closer, his hand cupping her face, his tongue in her mouth before she could speak again. She was breathless when he broke the kiss, swiftly turning her around, pulling her behind into his erection as he ground his hips into her bottom, he stepped forward, pushing her before him, over balancing her deliberately so that she reached out for the tree trunk, once he had her bent at the waist it was easy, he lifted her skirt, moved her panties aside and slid two fingers inside her with ease, leaning back to watch as they cavorted in her slick hole, noticing the dampness extended to her thighs, knowing he was the cause of it. Easing his fingers out of her, he held her lips open, letting the air hit them and cool them slightly before thrusting his hips forward, her wetness allowing him full penetration in a single stroke, he grasped her hips as he withdrew and powered into her making her moan again and again as his thighs collided with hers. Close to orgasm, he altered his stance and still deep inside her, folded his body over hers, one hand sliding into the front of her knickers, manipulating the stiff rose bud of flesh he found there as he picked up the pace again “Come for me.” He breathed in her ear, knowing the last thing she needed was encouragement. He clamped his other hand over her mouth as she began to moan louder with every thrust and tweak, her cunt squeezing the last of his orgasm from him as she came, holding him fast inside her.
Turning her to face him, Paul caught a glimpse of her inner turmoil in the expression on her face; he pulled her closer, kissing her tenderly before smoothing her skirt down then moving away to dress.
Carmen’s legs gave way and she sat heavily on the tree trunk, her body telling her that what she had just experienced was fantastic her mind screaming at her to get out of there, to get out of London and flee back to everything she knew in Gloucester, she jumped back into the present when he closed in on her again.
“Don’t look so sad.” He spoke quietly, pressing kisses to her cheeks, neck and lips.
“You’ve ruined everything.” She whispered closing her
eyes against the desire his touch was causing to course through her veins “Paul, please, I can’t keep doing this with you.”
“Yes, you can.” He disagreed.
“Please just listen to me.” She forcefully pushed him away “If anyone finds out about this, I will lose my job and I could possibly go to prison.”
“What? Why? It’s not like you led me on.”
“You are fifteen and I am in a position of influence, it doesn’t matter which one of us started this, in the eyes of the law I am the responsible adult and you are a child, at the very least they’ll say I’ve molested you, I could even be done for rape. Now do you see why this can’t happen again?”
“I’ll make it very clear that I did the pestering and made you give in,” He shoved his hands into his pockets but he kept his distance.
“It doesn’t work like that,” she shook her head “I will lose everything.”
“So what now?” he asked.
“You find a nice girl your own age and forget this ever happened.” She told him.
“Girls my age are boring and I won’t be able to forget the way you feel, I don’t want to.”
“You can’t keep cornering me like you do, I won’t be influenced by you anymore.” She told him sternly “I’m not some love struck teenager that’s going to spread her legs every time you smile in my direction.”
“And yet you do.” He was sideways on to her, glancing back at her over his shoulder while he kicked at the undergrowth with his trainer. “You aren’t just a quick fuck for me, there’s more to it than that, I can get sex anytime I want it, it’s different with you, more intense, better than anything I’ve ever had.”
“It only feels like that to you because you know it’s wrong. I’m going now, if I have to move you out of my class, I will so if you want me to remain as your teacher, I suggest you start to tow the line.”
He realised that she had finally found the courage to stand up to him and the consequences for her were far more serious than they were for him, he couldn’t bear the thought of her leaving the school or banishing him from her lessons, at least seeing her would keep the fantasy alive even if he couldn’t touch her, he recognised it was time to back down.
“I’m sorry,” he turned to face her “I didn’t know how much trouble you could get in. I won’t ask you to do this again and I’ll behave in class.”
“Thank you.” She stood, pleased that her legs seemed to have found their strength, his dejected expression squeezed at her heart but she wouldn’t allow him to have any kind of hold over her anymore. She made her way out of the trees and to her car.
Chapter Eight
Paul made every effort to turn himself into the epitome of the perfect student, he worked hard and was polite and made sure to hand in his homework on time but for all this, his attitude outside of school had suffered, he had had a few arguments with Matt and Tessa resulting in violent clashes with his father and a very large black eye which Carmen eyed suspiciously in class. He threw himself into his gardening business and was even lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time in the local hardware store where another local gardener was loudly complaining that some kid was taking all his business and he was thinking of letting some men go. Paul stepped forward and introduced himself, recognising the need to maximise the potential of his own business, he offered a generous partnership to the older man and within a few days and with a substantial loan from his grandparents, Paul was the proud owner of two companies as well as five full time staff and vans thus leaving him free to concentrate on the larger gardens of his prestige clients.
After the meeting in the park with Paul, Carmen had rushed home and settled into a steaming hot bath washing every last vestige of his scent from her, she had put the clothes she was wearing in a bin bag and threw them away. As she soaked, she analysed the way he made her feel, the things he made her feel and even through her guilt, she knew there was something special about this boy. When the water cooled, she wrapped herself in her huge purple bath robe, curled up on the sofa with a bar of chocolate and a chic flick, picked up the phone and called Helen, her closest friend, holding the receiver away from her ear when she shrieked down the line as Carmen revealed the age of the boy who had her world in turmoil.
When Paul passed her at school, he would politely acknowledge her but wouldn’t look her in the eye, instead turning his attention to the nearest available female to distract him but she was constantly in his thoughts and she was a regular feature in his dreams.
“Morning Miss.” He mumbled as she walked by, his eyes to the floor, hands in pockets
“Good morning Paul, Matt” She greeted both brothers as she passed through the door to her classroom.
“What’s going on with you and her?” Matt asked, they were swapping books over at their lockers.
“She ended it.” Paul replied “Said it was too risky.”
“Well, you can see her point of view.” Matt reasoned.
“Yeah, doesn’t mean I have to agree with it.”
“Ah, so that’s why you’ve been a miserable git at home.” Matt grinned “Come on Paul, it’s not like you can’t get some any time you want.”
Paul slammed his locker shut and glared at his brother. “That’s hardly the point though is it? How would you feel if Hayley suddenly cut you off and wouldn’t have anything to do with you?”
“Gutted.” Matt admitted.
“Bingo.” Paul replied and steeled himself to sit through double science. A warm hand slipped into his as he neared the classroom and he looked down to see the adorable red head he’d had a few encounters with, he smiled.
“Hey Paul, what you up to at lunch?” She asked as they entered the classroom, stopping by her assigned seat.
“Nothing.” He replied.
“Wanna hang?” She beamed.
“Yeah, ok, meet you out front?” He asked and received a nod in response. He prised his hand from hers and went to his seat, slouching comfortably in the corner as Miss Scott began the lesson.
Carmen headed to the staff room after her lesson, she was handed a cup of coffee and grabbed her sandwich from the fridge, eating it quickly as she had playground duty that lunchtime, a hated chore but one made bearable by the maths teacher who joined her as they strolled around the tarmac grounds, pausing now and then to exchange a few words with students or to kick a stray ball back to its owner.
“Hey Miss.” Paul smiled as he walked by on his way to the main playground, jumping down the steps and into the arms of Melanie, a nubile blond with a reputation for being easy.
Carmen and maths teacher Julia watched as he dropped his bag and enveloped the girl in a hug, inclining his head as their mouths met and Carmen could swear she saw his tongue slide into the girls open mouth.
“Shouldn’t we stop that?” she asked Julia.
“We could try, but in my experience, he’ll only do it again just to wind us up, he knows we can’t touch him, all we can do is shout at him which, I guarantee will just make him smile at us, he’s far too cocksure of himself that one.” Julia replied.
“Hmm” Carmen agreed “That isn’t the girl he said he’d meet during my class.” She commented.
“Is he still getting himself dates during lessons?”
“Oh no, this was just before the lesson started, do you know, it’s because of him that I had to re-arrange my seating plan, it was a nightmare trying to stop him from turning around and talking to the girls.”
“Tell me about it, does your seating plan work?”
“Not really. I’ve put him and his brother at the back of the class where I have to admit, they do behave but now I have the girls turning around to talk to them, I give up.”
“I have the pair of them surrounded by boys in my class, it seems to be the only way I can get them to work, I’ve moved them away from each other too, they work better that way. Don’t be fooled by Matt Jensen, he may not be as obvious as his brother but he’s every bit as much of a ladies
’ man as Paul is.”
“I’ll keep an eye on him. Uh oh.” she finished as the red head from her science class appeared, the girl grabbed Paul by the arm and dragged him away from the blond, slapping her soundly across the face before turning to Paul, scowling at him before wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Dear God, when will these girls realise that he’s the rat in all this and not the other girl?” Julia asked “This, we will have to stop.”
The blond, having recovered from her slap, proceeded to lay into the red head with vigour; hair pulling and nail scratching ensued amidst lots of screaming. Paul stepped back and let them continue, he circled away as he saw the teachers coming towards them, wanting no part of the blame for this.
He still found himself outside the principal’s office though not for himself. Matt had been caught smoking behind the equipment shed and was waiting his turn to see the head of the school.
“Mum’s been called.” Paul told his brother as he stood in front of him “Makes a change you being here instead of me.” He grinned.
“Yeah, first time for everything.” Matt smiled in return “Look, take these for me, if I haven’t got them on me, they can’t prove they caught me.” Matt handed Paul his cigarettes and lighter. Paul quickly stuffed them into his pocket.
“I’d better go before Mum gets here.” He told his brother then stopped as the two girls he’d been with at lunch were marched down the corridor accompanied by Carmen and Julia
“Bollocks,” he groaned “They’ve blocked my exit route.”
“Matthew, come in please,” the head called from his office door “Paul, why are you here?”
“Sorry Sir, I was just keeping Matt company.” He shuffled uncomfortably under the man’s gaze.
“You can go now.” The Principle stood aside to let Matt into his office “Ladies, take a seat, I’ll be with you shortly. Miss Scott, Miss Meacher, you can return to your playground duty.”
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