by Mia Ford
Elena looked shaken and excused herself to leave, making me rest my head in my hands. I couldn’t believe that I came off as that forward with her, but I couldn’t help it. There was something about her that drew me in without that invisible wall that every student here had for me.
With Elena, it just fell away, and I wanted to get to know her more. I wanted her, something that would risk everything that I’d worked for. Fuck, I was in so much trouble, and I stood as if to go look for her in the hallway, swearing that I heard footsteps walking away as I reached for my door.
I always looked at her in class, trying to play it down. I could tell that she was tired a lot, making me wonder if she was working her way through college and keeping up with several classes. That wasn’t easy, and I was lucky to have parents to help me. I wondered what her story was. Sarah told me general information about the students that reached out to her since I usually didn’t ask for specifics. I didn’t care under normal circumstances.
After the first test, I could tell that Elena was getting back to speed and smiled when her test was corrected. She got a high B, and if she kept that up, she’d be even in her GPA. I suspected that her major wasn’t anything like Econ based on her more creative look, probably making her an Art major or something along those lines.
I ran into her at the coffee shop in town two weeks after our meeting in my office and watched as she ordered her drink at the counter in front of me. Her hair was wound into a low bun at the nape of her neck and covered with a dark gray beanie as I smiled and looked at her hungrily. Elena leaned forward to pay for her stuff and turned to look around as the girl scanned it, meeting my eyes as heat flushed my skin. Her eyes went wide before she turned and took the card back, scooting to the left to wait for her order. Elena shuffled her feet, and I approached the cashier, placing my order of a large black coffee with the same girl that helped Elena. She flirted with me relentlessly, and it took everything that I had not to roll my eyes at her. She was a freshman at best, and her actions were embarrassing as I found my eyes wandering to Elena. She was leaning against a back wall, and her eyes were locked on me as I offered her a small smile, ignoring the girl telling me how much I owed her. I glanced forward in annoyance and handed her a bill, dropping the dollar and coins into the tip jar so I could get closer to Elena. She was just getting her coffee, and I scanned the room to see if any students would recognize us. We were far enough from the school that it might be safe and I grinned when there wasn’t a familiar face in sight.
I caught her gaze as she turned to leave and mouthed for her to get a table as she smiled shyly. Elena turned and seemed to look the room over before finding a bistro table in the corner by a small fireplace and taking a seat. I grabbed my drink and the two slices of pumpkin bread that I’d ordered on a whim.
Elena
I sat down at the table and looked around again, feeling nervous as I searched for faces that looked familiar. There were none, and I looked down at the backpack that I’d set on the ground since I was considering getting some work done here today.
Someone was sliding into the seat across from me, and I glanced up to see Liam smiling at me, his smile so charming that I lost my breath for a moment. “Good afternoon, Miss Carter.” His voice was low and husky as I blushed and looked at the table. “How are you?”
“Good.” I sounded breathy, and I closed my eyes for a moment. “How is your day?”
“It just got better,” he replied as I stared at him and turned my cup on the table.
“Mr. Forsberg…is this okay for us to do?” I asked in a whisper as he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. “I mean…there are rules.”
“Right now, we’re just sharing coffee and some pastry. We’re discussing class, Elena. Nothing more,” he assured me softly as I finally took a sip of my coffee. It felt like more to me and judging from the heat in his eyes, it was the same way for him.
Luckily, the shop was loud, and we could have a conversation without anyone noticing. We talked about the class and how I seemed to be doing, and Liam told me about his own years at school. He was thirty-eight years old and lived in Seattle in a condominium, making me feel so young as I thought about my small studio apartment. I wasn’t accomplished at all, just finishing school, and working several hours a week on my computer.
Liam asked about me once we fell silent for a little while, and I chewed on my bite of the bread before I answered. “Well, I will be graduating in a year and a half or so, and I am an Art History major.”
“I thought so. You have that look about you,” Liam mused as I smiled again. The guys that I met on campus were fumbling and never impressed me, but Liam had an ease about him that came with maturity and age. “Do you do anything else other than school? You look tired some days to me.”
“I do some freelance writing at night to pay some bills. I got a partial scholarship, but the extra money helps me eat and have a little bit of a life, though I am a homebody by nature.” I smiled as he nodded. “I have a best friend here. Ginger. She is into the parties and knows the entire world. She always wants me to come with her, but I just feel awkward. I feel like I’m not good enough for them or something.”
“Elena, don’t say that. College is tough and making friends is difficult, but you have Ginger. You’ll meet other people along the way.” I stared at him across the table.
“I’m a Junior, Mr…Liam. I’ll be out of here soon enough, and it won’t matter.”
“Are you dating anyone?” He asked me as I swallowed slowly and shook my head.
“Dating is a hundred times harder than making friends,” I told him with a small smile as he took in my face with a slow sweep of his eyes.
“I don’t know why. You’re beautiful.” I shook my head, looking down at the table to try and clear my thoughts.
“You can’t think that,” I argued lightly as he cocked an eyebrow at me.
“Why not?”
“I meant that you shouldn’t think that. You’re my…teacher,” I barely said the last word as a chill raced down my spine and I gazed at him. “Liam, we can’t go there.”
“I just want to get to know you,” Liam told me as I frowned. I never took risks in my life. Everything was planned to benefit my future, and I never strayed from my path.
The weeks leading up to this encounter with Liam, I’d noticed a lot about him. Of course, he was gorgeous, but there were things about him that I memorized along the way. I loved the passion on his face during a lecture, when his enthusiasm filled the room. I didn’t share that for the subject at hand, but I appreciated that he did. I liked the way that his hands moved while he spoke, so large and manly as I wondered what it would be like to have him touching me sometimes.
I saw the way that his eyes passed over me during class, feeling the short points of heat that washed over my body every time that we made eye contact. I knew that something was building between us and as much as it scared me, it also excited me. His eyes were so beautiful, and when he wore a certain blue button up shirt to class, they seemed to burst with color.
He was wearing that shirt today under his jacket, and I took in the buttons that nearly went up to his neck, revealing his skin as I licked my lips. His skin looked soft, and I wondered what it would be like to press my lips against him as I blushed deeply.
We had talked for another hour before I excused myself, knowing that I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to go home with him and let him touch me the way that I’d been dreaming about for the past month. My need for him was strong, and I ducked outside into the cool air as I bit my lip in frustration. I wanted to go back to him and beg to go somewhere we could be alone, together.
I was just turning to go when the door opened beside me, and I smelled him. I’d never been close enough before tonight, but now I knew that he smelled like the outdoors and a hint of mint. There was a cologne as well, but it was subtle under the other two scents, something woodsy. I looked up at him as he stepped close to me and touched
my arms as he leaned down over me. “What are you doing?” I realized that this was the second time I’d unconsciously waited for him as he stroked my arms through the thick jacket that I wore.
“Come home with me,” Liam whispered as I stared up at him in shock. “I need you, Elena. I fucking need you.”
All the looks we’d exchanged in the class played through my head as I felt my desire for him bubbling to the surface. I had never wanted anyone the way that I did him and right or wrong blurred before me as he begged me with his intense gaze. “Liam,” I groaned as I struggled with my moral core. “God, we shouldn’t do this.”
“You don’t think I know that? You don’t think that I fight this every damn second that I see you?” His voice was low and sent shivers down my spine as someone brushed by us, bringing us both back to reality. “I am going home, Elena. What are you going to do?”
I reached out my hand once I was loose from his grip, telling him that I wanted his phone. He handed it to me with a curious gaze, and I sent myself a text before sliding it back to him. “Send me your address, Liam.”
I turned to walk away as my heart pounded in my chest, terrified of what I was considering doing.
Liam was my teacher. Liam was taboo. Liam was wrong for me.
I fucking wanted him anyway.
Liam
I walked to my car, playing back what just happened. The time I spent with Elena was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but to want more from her, following her from the shop as she left. She told me to tell her my address with a hungry look in her eyes, and I sat in my car and pulled out my phone to do so. My condominium was at the back of a complex and private, so I felt okay with her showing up. If she showed up.
Logic might take over her senses, and I knew that it should. I knew that this shouldn’t happen, not with me being a teacher and her a student. Not with Elena being my student. Not at all.
I made the drive home, acceleration rushing through my veins from all the coffee that I had as well as the hope to see Elena tonight. I wanted her alone, feeling my cock jerk in my pants at the thought of touching her. I wanted more every day that she sat in my class. I had the curve of her ass in skinny jeans memorized by the second week in class and fallen in love with her sweet smile as she met my eyes.
I lived just a few miles away and pulled into the complex, parking in the very back of my house as my phone chimed. I glanced at the screen, and my heart jumped into my throat as I read that Elena was coming over.
I rushed inside and picked up a little bit, wiping down a mess on the counter that I’d walked out on. I glanced in the fridge to see that I had wine, beer, soda and some juices and water to offer Elena. We just ate so I didn’t need to think about that, and there were a lot of places that delivered in Seattle.
Jesus, I was acting like this was a date. She might decide not to even show up for all I know, and it wasn’t a date. I had no fucking idea what it was but the fact that I wanted her was primarily on my mind.
It wasn’t just a physical attraction. I liked Elena’s personality and talking to her at the coffee shop was like a breath of fresh air.
I started a fire in the small fireplace, adding some ambiance to the room as I began to pace. I hadn’t been with a woman for about a month, the last one being a quickie at her place. My house was my space, and I kept that out of here most of the time. I liked my privacy, and the women were always willing to go to their place. If they had a roommate, it didn’t matter since I’d be out when we were done anyway.
I thought I heard a car outside and remained standing in my living room before there was a knock at the door. I breathed in and walked over to the door, opening it gently to see Elena smiling nervously at me. “Your complex is so beautiful.”
“Thanks. I like it,” I replied as I gestured for her to come inside while Elena looked around.
“Wow, it’s so cozy. I could fit my studio in your front room.”
“You live in a studio?” I asked as she smiled with a small nod.
“Yeah. Partial scholarship and I have to pay rent, so I keep it small. It’s just me, so it doesn’t matter too much,” Elena replied as she looked at me.
“Would you like something to drink? I have a lot of choices.”
“I already shouldn’t be here, and now you’re offering me a drink?” Elena’s voice was shaking, and I stepped forward to touch her shoulder.
“I am not going to play you with alcohol, Elena. I have it, but there’s no pressure here.” I meant that in more ways than one and she nodded as she froze underneath me.
“I think I need something. I don’t like beer that much, so do you have anything else?” She turned and met my gaze with an intense one of her own.
“I have wine. White and red,” I assured Elena as she nodded.
“White would be good.” I nodded and headed to the kitchen to pour her some and grab a beer for myself. I told her to make herself comfortable, and she was sitting on my couch with her jacket draped over the back, showing off the pretty blue sweater that fell from the left shoulder. Her pale skin was so beautiful, and I licked my lips as I walked over to sit beside her. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” Elena tried to smile brightly, but I could still see her nerves at work in her eyes. She sipped the liquid as I popped open my beer, staring into the fire. “Have you ever done this before?”
“This?” I pressed as she blushed and laughed weakly.
“Seen any student out of the classroom?”
“I have only met with them in my office, and nothing has ever happened with a student. You’re…different.” I looked her over as she turned her head to meet my eyes.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. You’re different from the woman I’ve spent time with in the past as well. Though I haven’t been in anything serious with anybody with all of my schooling and then working.” I turned the bottle in my hand and gazed past it into the fire. “Are you dating anybody?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I were,” she said in surprise as I looked at her. “No, I’m not dating anybody. I am just focused on getting through school right now, and high school was the same way. I had to work hard then since my parents didn’t have a lot of money. It was a bit of a disappointment just getting a partial scholarship to all of us.” I saw the sadness flash over her face before she smiled and shrugged. “It’s worked out fine, though. I am managing.”
“You’re doing great,” I told her as my hand slipped behind her to play with her hair. “Everyone struggles through college. I did, too.”
“You seem to be doing well now,” she said as she looked around the room again.
“Teaching is fine. I bought this with some money that my mom left for me since my sister Marie lives in her house. I don’t have a glamorous life at all, Elena but I’m happy. This is what I want to do.” She turned to stare at me, and I twirled a strand of hair in my hand. Her eyes locked with mine and I felt the heat between us fill the room. “I want you, Elena.” She took a large, slow swallow of the wine before leaning forward and setting it on the table as I watched. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as my hand slipped gently around her neck to pull her against me as she gasped. “Tell me when it gets to be too much.” I pulled her closer, tilting my head as I brushed my lips against hers, feeling the burn from the contact. “Fuck me,” I murmured as I pressed my mouth gently to hers again, not wanting to frighten her. I didn’t know this girl’s experience, and I had to fight not to push her down and take her right here and now.
“Liam,” Elena whimpered as she kissed me harder, initiating more as I deepened the kiss with a gentle teasing of my tongue against her lower lip. Her lips opened, and I slipped my tongue inside as she moaned softly, locked in my embrace as her hand slid around my waist. My mind screamed at me to stop this, but she felt too good; too warm against me as our tongues danced together. I felt her breathing through her nose and when we took brief breaks, but we kissed for what seemed like hours before I moved to h
er jaw. “Oh, God,” she said, guilt filling the room as I kissed gently, slipping a hand into her hair. “I…”
“What, Elena?” I pushed her to answer before moving down to the soft skin of her neck. There was a sweet scent to her, something fruity that I memorized at the moment.
“I want this. I want you,” the words came out of Elena’s mouth rapidly before she froze. “I’m not supposed to be here. I’m not meant to be involved with you.”
“We both know that, but it’s too fucking intense, Elena. I want you too much.” I kissed her again and pulled her body over mine, one hand gripping her hip while the other remained tangled in her hair. I was hard as a fucking rock and felt her press against me as she let out a cry. We kissed as she moved against me, my hand guiding her as I lifted my hips slowly. Elena’s tongue was busily moving with mine as she rocked, moans and whimpers deep in her throat as I sensed that she was close to a release. “Do you want to come?” I asked against her lips as she nodded and gripped me harder, kissing me again.
She shook and dropped her face into my neck, letting out long cries as her orgasm washed over her. I slipped both hands down to cup her ass, moving slowly against her to prolong the feeling and see if I could find my own climax. I was so damn turned on right now, and all I could think about was stripping her bare and fucking her on my couch.
She wasn’t one of the bar whores. This was Elena; a beautiful, sweet, scared girl that was making her way into my heart as I bit my lip and shot onto my briefs before slowing down and holding her against me.
“That was…so much. I’ve never felt like that before,” she murmured as I stroked her hair softly.
“Are you a virgin?” I asked her, breathlessly waiting for her answer. I was already pushing the boundaries just being here with her, and taking her virginity was too much…but so hot as well.
“No. There was a guy in freshman year that I dated for a few months, but it was nothing like that.” Her voice was shaking as I pressed my lips to her hair, feeling her shake in my arms. “Even when we had sex, it wasn’t half of what that was. What’s so different?”
