Wicked Chemistry

by R. L. Kenderson

  I left the office and found room 203. It was a room that the students used when they changed costumes when they put on plays. It was completely empty now, and the room was almost dark.

  “Mace?”

  He emerged from behind a rack of clothes.

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “You can’t be here. Like I said, you could get in trouble.”

  He stalked toward me. “But I’m with my teacher.”

  I dropped my arms and began to back up. He moved forward, and I moved back until my butt hit something. I looked behind me to see a desk.

  Mace nudged my upper body, and I fell back onto the desk on my elbows. Getting on his knees, he pushed my skirt up.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You’ll see.”

  He pulled my underwear off and stuck them in his pocket. Then, pushing my legs wide, he put his mouth right on my center.

  I knew I should be fighting him, but after an emotionally stressful day, letting Mace go down on me didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Truthfully, I didn’t want to say no after feeling rejected by Becca. Mace knew just how to make me feel better, and I didn’t want to stop him. Even if we were still in the school.

  He wrapped his arms around my thighs and licked and sucked on my clit. He didn’t shy away from his work and always seemed like he was enjoying it. That only made the experience even better.

  “Oh God, I think I’m going to come.”

  With that, Mace sucked my clit in his mouth, rubbing it against his teeth, and I cried out.

  I slapped my hand over my mouth, but it was more of an afterthought. Thank God we were in an empty part of the school.

  Mace licked me until he knew my orgasm was through. Then, he stood and kissed me. “I’d better go, or my teacher’s going to be mad at me.”

  I shook my head and laughed. “I think you just put her in a really good mood.”

  A week later, it was spring break. Becca and I were still walking on eggshells around each other, and I was kind of glad she’d already had her trip planned with Connor. Then, she didn’t have to come up with excuses not to see me, and I didn’t have to ask, knowing she’d just come up with some excuse.

  Saturday morning, Mace and I were talking about what we were going to do that day when my doorbell rang.

  We both went on high alert. It was probably just someone selling something, but we knew not to assume anything.

  I was looking around to make sure there weren’t any specific signs of Mace when there was a knock at my door now.

  “Hello? Eden?”

  My eyes widened. “Oh my God.”

  “What?” Mace asked.

  “It’s my mom.”

  “Eden, we know you’re at home. Your car is outside.”

  “And my dad.”

  “What are they doing here?” Mace whispered.

  “I have no idea.” I was just happy we were both dressed and presentable.

  “Should I hide?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  They didn’t know who Mace was, but still, it seemed like they would somehow find out he was my student.

  Think, Eden. Think.

  “We lie.”

  “What?” Mace asked like I was crazy.

  I didn’t answer. I just went to the door and opened it. “Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. What are you guys doing here?”

  “We thought we’d surprise you,” my mother said.

  “It’s definitely a surprise.” I stepped back. “Come in.”

  My parents both froze when they saw Mace.

  “This is my colleague, Jason. He just stopped by to discuss some work things.”

  Mace looked at me like it was the worst lie in history.

  My dad held out his hand. “Hello, Jason. I’m Al, Eden’s father.” My father puffed out his chest to make himself look bigger.

  I rolled my eyes.

  Mace clasped his hand. “Nice to meet you, Al. You can call me Jase.” Mace looked at me and raised his eyebrow.

  I put my fist to my mouth, so I wouldn’t laugh.

  “I’m Anne, Eden’s mom,” my mother said to Mace.

  “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

  My mom looked around Mace and me. “We weren’t interrupting anything, were we?”

  It took me a second to realize what she was asking.

  “Mom, no. M—Jase and I were just talking about work stuff.” I could tell where this conversation was headed if I let Mace stick around. “Actually, Jase has to get going. He’s going out of town with friends.”

  Mace frowned at me. His friends had asked him to go to Florida over spring break, but he had turned them down, opting to stay with me instead.

  “Oh, where are you going?” my dad asked.

  “Florida,” I answered.

  “That sounds like fun,” my mother said.

  “Yes,” was all Mace answered.

  “We’d better get the rest of the stuff out of the car,” my mom said.

  “Yes, good idea, Anne.”

  After my parents went back outside to their rental car, Mace turned to me. “Jason?”

  I shrugged. “What? It rhymes with Mason. I figured it would be easier than some completely made-up name.”

  “And about me leaving town?”

  I stepped closer to him and tugged on his shirt. “You should be going anyway. It’s your senior year. Go have fun.”

  “But they’re just going to hook up with girls. I already have my girl.”

  My heart swelled with happiness. I pulled him down and kissed him. “You’re the best. But I’m sure your friends will do more than that. Go have fun. My parents are here anyway. And, if we spend too much time together, they’re going to think we’re dating, which is going to lead to more questions, which is going to lead to more lies.”

  “Okay.”

  “We can text and call and video chat.”

  “Phone sex.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Of course your mind would go to that.”

  “I’m eighteen,” was his only explanation.

  “I’ll miss you,” I told him.

  “I’ll miss you, too.”

  I kissed him again until we heard my parents coming back to the door.

  “One more question,” Mace said.

  “Yeah?”

  “How are we going to get my truck out of your garage?”

  After my parents brought in all their luggage, I convinced them to go to lunch. We said good-bye to Mace, who had “walked” to my house. I messaged him once the coast was clear, and he came back around the block to get his vehicle.

  Mace: You owe me one.

  Me: LOL. I know. I’ll make it up to you when you get back from Florida.

  Mace: Are you sure about me going?

  Me: Yes. Go have fun.

  Truthfully, I was a little nervous, but I didn’t want to stop him from doing normal high school stuff. He was young and shouldn’t think about giving up vacations with friends. I had to trust him not to be with anyone else.

  “So, is this Jason someone you’re dating?” my mother asked once we sat down for lunch.

  I should have known the questions would continue.

  “No,” I lied.

  “How long has he been at the high school?” my father asked.

  “Um … four years.” Not quite a lie.

  My dad’s brow furrowed. “He doesn’t look old enough to have been teaching for four years.”

  I laughed nervously. “So, Mom, how’s home? Anything new since I visited?”

  “Do you remember Mary Klein?”

  She had been my math teacher in high school and had still been there when I substituted. She was old as a bat and mean. The students hated her, but she refused to retire.

  “Of course. She was my algebra teacher.”

  “Mine, too,” my mother said. “She’s finally retiring.”

  “You’re kidding me. I thought she’d die before doing that.”

  “It’s true,” my father
said. “I think the administration was shocked.”

  “Wow.”

  “Also, Laurie …” My dad snapped his fingers. “Shuster?”

  “No,” my mom said. “I think it’s Schwab.”

  “Could it be Schneider?” I asked.

  “Yes,” my dad said. “That’s it. She’s moving away. Getting married to some guy in Sioux Falls.”

  Laurie taught science, and I’d often substituted for her. “Go figure. I move down here, and now, there will be two spots open at the school.”

  My mom raised her eyebrows. “You could move back?”

  “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

  A couple of days later, my parents were arguing over what they wanted to do while I tried to block out the sound.

  “I want to go sightseeing, Al.”

  “Anne, it’s a vacation. I want to relax. We were out and about all of yesterday.”

  My phone beeped, but I almost didn’t hear it over the squabbling.

  Expecting it to be Mace, I picked up my phone and headed to my bedroom. We’d been talking and texting every day. But, when I looked at the message, I was surprised to see it was from Becca.

  Becca: Connor took me out last night and look what he did!

  She then sent a picture of her looking shocked with her left hand beside her face. On her third finger was an engagement ring.

  I started typing my message back right away. I was so happy that she’d taken the time to message me despite us going through a rough patch. But then I saw that she had done a group message with me and some other girls we’d gone to college with. Some of my excitement vanished. I was bummed.

  Before she’d found out about Mace, she would have sent me my own message, so we could talk back and forth to each other without anyone else reading our conversation. Now, I debated on whether to respond in the group text or to just her.

  But, since she had done the group thing, I did, too.

  Me: Congratulations! I’m so happy for you two!

  Then, I turned my volume on silent and went back to the living room.

  “Mom, Dad, we’re going to a movie.”

  “A movie?” Mom asked.

  “Yes. You’ll get out of the house, and, Dad, you’ll get to relax. Everybody happy? No? Good.” I grabbed my purse. “Let’s go.”

  Later that night, I was lying in bed, reading, when my phone rang.

  I had told my parents that I had a headache and gone to my room, but really, I just needed some time away from them. I loved them, but they were starting to drive me nuts.

  A smile spread across my face when I saw it was Mace requesting to video chat.

  “Hey, baby,” he said when I answered.

  “Hey.” I rolled over onto my stomach, propped the phone up against the pillow, and laid my head down. “How’s it going?”

  “Good.”

  I heard some yelling in the background. It sounded like it was a room away and that whomever it was, was having fun.

  “Where are you?” I asked him.

  “My hotel room. We’re getting ready to go out soon, but I’m alone, so I took this as a chance to call you real quick.”

  “Sounds like fun.”

  “It is. I miss you though.”

  “I miss you, too.” More than I’d thought I would.

  “What are you doing? It looks like you’re in bed.”

  “Yeah, I’m reading but not sleeping. I needed a break from my parents.”

  Mace laughed.

  “So … Becca and Connor got engaged.”

  He grinned. “Yeah, I know. Connor texted me.”

  “Becca texted me, too.”

  His mouth widened. “Hey, that’s good, right? This is the first time since she found out.”

  “She sent it in a group message.”

  “Ah, babe, I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah, me, too. Are you done with school yet?”

  He laughed. “I wish.” He bit his lip. “But I wish more that I were home with you.”

  I loved that he called my house home. I didn’t think he realized that he did that. A lot. And I wished Becca could see us together now and understand that we weren’t just playing around.

  “Me, too. When do you come back?”

  “On Saturday.”

  I groaned. “That’s four days away.”

  “Please tell me that your parents will be gone by then.”

  “They’re leaving Friday.”

  “Thank God.” Mace looked up and looked back at the camera. “Hey, someone else misses you and wants to say hi.”

  I furrowed my brow. “Oh, yeah?” I had no idea whom he was talking about.

  “Hold on. I have to switch my camera around.”

  Mace’s face left the screen, and the “someone” who missed me was … Mace’s penis.

  “Mace.”

  He took his dick in his hand and stroked it. “I can’t help it. I have been walking around with a hard-on all day, thinking about you.”

  I loved that he was thinking about me rather than all the pretty coeds who were probably running around in their bikinis.

  “I’ve been thinking about you, too.”

  “Touch your pussy.”

  Now, it was my turn to look around. My door was closed, and I was alone.

  “I can’t,” I said as I watched Mace caress himself with slow, thorough strokes.

  “Yes, Eden, you can. Stick your hand down your pants and tell me how wet you are.”

  I rolled onto my back and pulled the throw blanket that sat at the end of my bed over me. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”

  Mace laughed. “Believe it, baby.”

  I slid my hand down into my yoga pants.

  “Are you doing it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you wet?”

  I closed my lids and pushed my fingers into my body. “Yes.” More than I’d expected to be. I opened my eyes and watched Mace work himself. “I want to put you in my mouth.”

  Mace groaned, and his hips arched off the bed. “Fuck yes. I want that, too, baby. Do you think you can get yourself off?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. I want to hear you come.”

  I moaned and rubbed my clit.

  “I want to taste you, too. I want to go down on you again like I did at school. Except, this time, I’m going to fuck you afterward. I’m going to come inside you, and you’re going to have to go back to class with my cum coating your pussy. The only thing between you and the air will be my seed, marking you as mine.”

  “Oh, oh, oh, oh my God, I’m going to come.”

  “Yes, baby, me, too. Ladies first.”

  I pinched my clit between my thumb and finger and exploded. I dropped my phone as I stuffed my arm in my mouth.

  When I was coherent enough, I scrambled to find my phone. I picked it up just in the nick of time as I watched Mace explode all over his belly.

  I would have never thought that watching a guy masturbate could be this sexy, but it was. I couldn’t wait to touch him again.

  I rolled back onto my stomach as I watched Mace clean himself off. He turned the phone back around and smiled. “That was almost as good as the real thing.”

  “Almost,” I agreed.

  I heard a door open, and voices flooded the room.

  “Gotta go.”

  “Okay.” I blew him a kiss, and then he was gone.

  “Eden, are you not eating again?” Becca asked me.

  “I don’t feel that great.”

  It was several weeks after spring break, and I was eating lunch—or attempting to eat lunch—with Becca and Connor. Becca and I still weren’t the same, but lunches were different. Connor didn’t know there was a rift between us because Becca couldn’t tell him why, so it gave Becca and me permission to be our usual selves with each other.

  “You’ve barely eaten lunch all week.” She frowned, concern in her eyes.

  “I know. It’s a good thing I’ve been pigging out at
breakfast.”

  “Maybe that’s why you don’t feel good later,” Connor suggested.

  “You could be right.”

  Lately, when I got up, I would just be so hungry. My stomach would literally be growling in the morning.

  My sandwich wasn’t doing it for me, so I grabbed a chip. Maybe something salty would go down better. I barely swallowed it when I knew it was going to come right back up.

  “Oh crap.”

  Becca and Connor looked at me.

  I shot up off my chair. “I’ll be right back.”

  We had a restroom in the teachers’ lounge, but no way was I going to throw up in there, only for everyone eating lunch to hear me.

  I raced to the nearest restroom, slammed open the first stall, and puked my guts up. I had to hold myself up with my hands on the walls because, despite not feeling well, I was not going to put my knees on the floor of a public restroom. Thinking about it had me throwing up again.

  When I felt a little better, I stood, rested my head back against the wall, and took several deep breaths. I thought my stomach was settled now, but there was no way I was eating any lunch.

  I walked out of the stall to see Becca waiting for me.

  I tried to smile reassuringly.

  “You okay?” she asked.

  I nodded and went to the sink. I turned it on and splashed my face with some water to cool it off. I needed to rinse my mouth, too, but not with restroom water.

  “Eden?”

  “Yeah?”

  “When was your last period?”

  I straightened, water dripping off my chin.

  Becca pulled some paper towels out of the dispenser and handed them to me.

  “Oh God.” That was my only answer.

  Becca winced sympathetically. “Do you think you might be pregnant?”

  I shook my head back and forth so fast that I thought I was going to puke again. “No. I mean, I’m fine in the morning. That’s when you have morning sickness. In the morning. And I’m on birth control.”

  “Honey, you know better than that. You’re a science teacher. Morning sickness can happen anytime. And birth control isn’t one hundred percent effective. You know that, too.”

  “But I don’t want to know that.”

  “Did you ever miss a pill?”

  “No. Never. I take it every morning. Even when I don’t feel … well. Oh shit.”