by Michelle Day
“Hi Miss” a slow smile spread across his face revealing even white teeth that gleamed in his sun tanned face.
“Hello Paul.” Carmen replied, her breath catching at his obvious beauty “What are you doing here?”
“Just on my way home,” he sauntered closer. “Don’t suppose you fancy giving me a lift?”
“No.” She frowned at how bold he was and turned her attention to the petrol pump, squeezing the trigger, ignoring him.
“Oh come on, I’ve been hard at work all day and it’s a long walk home.” He wheedled.
“I said no.” She replied firmly. She replaced the petrol pump and returned the petrol cap to its rightful place before turning away from him and heading into the shop to pay for her fuel. By the time she returned to her car, Paul was securely strapped into the passenger seat, looking very smug and self assured. “Get out.” She hissed.
“Nope.” He replied.
“We can’t do this.”
“It’s just a lift, no-one would even raise an eyebrow.” He reasoned.
“I’m your teacher, this sort of thing isn’t allowed. Get out.” She repeated.
“It’s Easter holidays; you aren’t anyone’s teacher in the holidays. You could just take me as far as you are going, I’ll walk from there.”
“Fine.” She conceded “You’ve got dirt all over my car, you’re filthy.”
Paul stretched out his hand and placed it on her thigh “You’re right, I am filthy,” he grinned, winking at her when she glanced over at him and removed his hand from her leg. Paul turned in his seat when the sound of a car horn came from behind them “You’d better get moving, you are creating a queue.” He said knowing that now she had no option but to comply.
They drove in silence, Carmen fretting that now he would know where she lived but trying to justify his reasoning that in the school holidays they were in fact just two people not teacher and student, she stole glances at him throughout the trip noting that his lips were twitching, trying to contain his smile berating herself for admiring his perfect profile. She decided to pull into her garage in case the neighbours were home and saw her with him in his more than obvious youth. She was out of the car before he could turn to her, waiting for him to get out.
“You can leave through the side door.” She told him, deliberately keeping her voice cool and her eyes cast away from his.
Not wishing to push his luck and therefore push her away, Paul was more than happy with the steps he had taken today and was about to voice his thanks when she bent to collect her mail from the doorstep stretching the seam of her jeans tighter across her full behind before stepping into the kitchen not realising that Paul had thrown caution to the wind and was behind her as she turned to close the door.
“Paul. Go home.”
“Nice house.” He roamed the kitchen.
“You need to leave.” She said, hands on hips.
“Actually, I need a shower, it’s this way I take it?” He asked rhetorically as he moved out of the room and up the stairs, coming to what was obviously her bedroom at the top of them, pleased to find she had an en suite and stripped with lightning speed.
Carmen was stunned into immobility until she heard the shower start up making her sprint up the stairs and into her bedroom, wrenching open the door to the en suite she screamed at him to get out of her house, her words dying on her lips as he turned to face her, water cascading over him, he opened the shower door, he made no effort to cover himself.
“Why don’t you join me?”
“This is bad, very bad.” She muttered as she backed out of the room, closed the door and sunk to the floor by the bed, her head in her hands, trying in vain to block the image she had just seen from her brain which is where Paul found her when he stepped out of the shower, a towel draped around his hips, his body glistening with droplets of water as he hadn’t bothered to get dry. He regarded her in her hunched position and briefly wondered if he should take this next step quickly deciding that it was now or never.
He stooped and grasped her hands, bringing them to his lips as he guided her to her feet then taking both her hands in one of his; he pressed them to his chest as he closed in to kiss her, stilling the protests that spilled from her lips. Releasing her hands, he used his own to let her hair down from the constraints of the band currently holding it then set about removing her clothes, her thin blouse was no contest for his deft fingers, her jeans putting up a minimal protest as both hands slid inside them, over her bottom and shoved, dropping them at her feet.
“Stop.” She whispered, her hands still resting on his chest and although she continually protested that this was wrong, she made no effort to push him away but he found the lack of her caresses was a little discouraging.
“Ssh.” His lips against hers as he began to push her backwards, her calves against the bed before he reached down to her behind, spreading his hands for maximum coverage as he lifted her and positioned her legs around his hips and in the same movement, stepped forward and lay her on the bed before freeing his hands, one flicked away his towel, the other found her breast, swiftly followed by his mouth as he took complete possession of her bringing forth an unrestrained moan of longing as he ploughed into her.
She went from rigid with guilt to clawing at him as he filled her without hesitation; she closed her eyes hoping she wouldn’t feel so depraved if she couldn’t see him but the feel of his young flesh under her hands was preventing her from fooling herself. She could only marvel at his confidence and obvious skill as subconsciously she began to match him move for move, she had been with men twice his age and not one of them had been bold enough to just take her. She recognised that at just fifteen, Paul Jensen was every inch a man.
Paul was lost, he knew without doubt that he would do anything for this woman and although he had promised Suzanne his heart, he admitted to himself that a tiny pocket of it had been taken over by Carmen. He loved her restraint and her protests; they only served to make him want her more. He had dreamed of this moment and perfected his skills on the many girls who had passed though his bed. He knew they wouldn’t last, the age gap between them and her chosen career would, he was certain, come between them at some point but for now, he was going to milk whatever it was that they had until the well ran dry.
It was quick and brutal and immensely satisfying. He continued to kiss her deeply as he softened not wishing to hear further protests when she had clearly enjoyed the ride, his grazed skin a visual testament to that. Eventually he removed his body from hers, turning away to save her blushes and retrieve his clothes.
Carmen was dressed by the time he returned from the bathroom now also fully clothed, she pushed him away when he tried to hug her, her eyes blazing.
“Leave.” she ordered.
“Ok.” He agreed “Don’t worry, no one will know about this but us,” he hesitated, waiting for her reply and when she failed to respond, he headed downstairs and let himself out of the house. He felt like he was walking on air during the rest of his journey home.
“Dinner will be ten minutes Paul.” Monica told him as he entered the kitchen “You have time to shower and change.”
Paul made a show of getting clean clothes and going into the bathroom, he had no intention of showering again that day not when he smelled of her and could still feel her wrapped around him, he took note of the raised welts across his ribs where her nails had caught him and smiled at his reflection. He had scored big time and he knew it, there would be no more teenage girls for him now. Intuition told him that for all Carmen’s protests, he had her hooked and she would allow him into her again in the very near future.
Chapter Seven
The encounter with Carmen was enough to keep Paul smiling throughout the rest of the holidays and he was only just beginning to get pangs of withdrawal a few days before the start of the new term.
Carmen, on the other hand had spent the remainder of the holiday in turmoil. She was convinced that people were looking at her sidew
ays when she went out; she felt their knowing eyes were boring into her and while she hadn’t encouraged him, she couldn’t equate her conscience with the fact that she hadn’t done enough to deter him either. Raised a strict Catholic, she tended to let some of the rules fall by the way side, sex with a minor however wasn’t a rule she had been prepared to break and since her encounter with Paul, she had spent a fair amount of time in confession. She was dreading the start of the new term.
Monday morning found Paul raring to go and Matt dragging his heals much to his brothers’ frustration, they got to school in record time and were soon immersed in school life and their many friends.
Carmen was summoned to the head teachers’ office on entering the school. With her heart in her throat, certain that someone had seen her with Paul and she was about to get her marching orders, she knocked on the cherry wood door and took a seat in front of the desk. When she emerged from her meeting, she was filled with trepidation after being told that the science teacher would be off sick for an indeterminate amount of time and she was to take over the science lessons, her hours and salary had been increased accordingly. She was now officially the teacher of the boy who had possessed her totally.
By the third lesson of the day Carmen was in full swing and enjoying her new role, she had relaxed slightly as she hadn’t caught even a glimpse of either Jensen boy but was more than a little concerned that both boys would be present in her classroom immediately after lunch. She toyed with the idea of rearranging the seating plan but dismissed it almost immediately as she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had rattled her.
Paul sauntered into the classroom, his arm around a petite brunette, his school tie all but completely undone, his shirt sleeves rolled up and the buttons open half way down revealing the broad expanse of his tanned chest, the girls hand resting there as they talked by his desk, he didn’t look in her direction although he was more than aware that she was watching his charade and complied when she told him to take his seat and correct his uniform.
The lesson was torture for both of them, Carmen battled with her guilt, stealing glances at him as he worked occasionally catching his eye but she was pleased that he seemed to be behaving himself for the moment. Paul’s eyes had almost popped out of his head when he saw her; God this woman knew how to dress to accommodate her curves. Her blouse strained across her full breasts, he could picture her dark rose coloured nipples pushing at the lace of her bra underneath the material, he was amazed that she could walk in that skirt and the way it clung to her thighs and hips, she unknowingly revealed the thigh high split in the back of the garment when she turned to write on the board making the hand holding his pen still in mid sentence as he cleared his throat and battled his growing arousal under the desk.
Just as she was beginning to think that he had gotten over his crush and would cooperate in class, he beckoned her over and asked for help, handing her a sheet of paper which told her in no uncertain terms what he would like to do to her. She read the note, blushed then ripped it in two;
“Wrong.” She frowned at him and returned to her desk, ignoring him for the rest of the lesson.
Paul tried to get her attention throughout the remainder of the lesson, failing at every turn, he also failed to get her alone during the day, every time he passed her in the hallway, she either had another teacher with her or was talking to a student, the only time she looked in his direction was when he kissed one of his many female admirers whilst waiting to enter a classroom, looking up to see her staring and knowing he still had her attention. He was stupendously frustrated by the end of the school day but as he had work to go to, he couldn’t linger after school to talk to her.
On entering the science room the following day, looking forward to a double lesson, Paul and the majority of the rest of the class stopped and surveyed the re-arranged desks. Having decided that Paul obviously wouldn’t behave himself in his prime position at the front of the classroom, Carmen had asked the Principle if she could have single desks for this room and keep just the one freestanding work bench, front and centre of the room, she had remained at the school late the previous evening re-arranging the room and making sure there was enough work space for experiments on the built in work stations around the edge.
She called out each student’s name in alphabetical order, pointing to the desk she now wished them to occupy resulting in Paul being placed in the far right hand corner of the room, his desk one side of the store room door with Matt’s on the other side. Once each student had found his or her seat, she explained the experiment she had set up on what had once been Matt and Paul’s work bench at the front of the room, asking her students to gather around the bench, keeping Paul firmly on the opposite side to her. With the experiment complete, she asked them to return to their desks and write up the theory for it after which would follow a test to be taken in exam like conditions.
During the second part of the double lesson, Carmen handed out test papers and answers sheets to her students and set them a time for the test to be completed. Once the class had settled into taking the test, she finished some marking she hadn’t got done the previous night before setting off around the class, peering over her students shoulders to apprise their work. Reaching the back of the classroom, she slipped into the storage cupboard to retrieve some whiteboard markers and was stopped dead on her way out when Paul’s hand clamped around her left calf and pulled her closer to him with surprising strength, lifting that leg slightly and placing it on his lap, pressing against the solid length there.
Swapping his grip from his right hand to his left, holding her leg in place, he let his right hand drift to the hem of her skirt, a different one from yesterday but with an equally easily accessible split in the back of it. He stroked the back of her knee, his fingers gliding over her nylon covered leg and sliding upwards without hesitation. His fingers found the lace top of her hold up stockings and played alternatively with the material and the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She made to move away, making him clamp his left hand harder around her left leg as his right hand speeded upwards to the heat radiating from between her legs, his fingers swiftly brushing aside the material covering her and gliding along the silky hairs he encountered before parting the lips and delving inside. He smiled as he felt how wet she was and the tremble in her thigh, she might try to deny how much she wanted him but he wasn’t fooled for an instant and neither was her body that had betrayed her. Pushing another finger inside her, he began a slow in and out motion while rotating his wrist bringing forth more moisture.
Carmen couldn’t believe the front of this boy or that she was just standing there letting him finger her, she wanted to pull away before anyone noticed but it felt so good, his fingers inside her felt so good that she simply couldn’t bring herself to move. She was jolted back to reality when another student raised her hand, needing help and she wrenched her limbs away from his prying hands, straightening her skirt as she went to assist, finally able to return to her desk, she looked to the rear of the classroom, wholly unsurprised to find him looking at her but blushing furiously when he raised his hand and slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking every last drop of her from them.
Wiping his damp fingers on his trouser leg to dry them, Paul bent his head to his work, glancing sideways at his brother who had witnessed the entire charade. Matt was grinning broadly and shaking his head, his admiration for his brother escalating tenfold by the younger twins’ unflappable boldness and ability to take advantage of any situation.
The students jumped to their feet as the bell that marked the end of the lesson and the end of the day sounded, Carmen calling out instructions for homework as they packed their bags. Matt stopped by Paul’s desk as he packed his books away.
“You’re a dog.” Matt grinned at him.
“Nah.” Paul shook his head “I am a God.” He laughed as he stood making sure he was the last one to leave the room.
Carmen dropped into her chair, vastly relie
ved that he hadn’t found an excuse to stay behind; she really had to find a way to discourage him she told herself. She wanted nothing more than to go home and take a long hot bath to try and scrub away the sensations his prying fingers had caused, hot tears of shame pricking her eyes as she recalled how much she had enjoyed it, she reached for a tissue and was dabbing away the tears when the door to the classroom opened.
As he packed his bag at the end of the lesson, Paul considered the possibility of remaining behind after class and taking things further, eventually deciding that it was a little too risky right at that moment and he left the room with his brother without a backward glance. Reaching the school gates, he told Matt that he wasn’t done yet and he’d be home later.
“What do I tell Mum?” Matt asked to make sure the brothers’ had their stories straight
“I dunno, er, tell her I went straight to a job or something,” he stepped closer to his brother, lowering his voice so that only Matt would hear “Tell her anything other than I’m fucking the science teacher.” He grinned.
“Are you though? I mean, have you actually been there?” Matt asked, grabbing Paul’s arm to prevent him from leaving.
“Yeah, once. Matt, don’t go shouting this from the rooftops ok?”
“You know I can keep a secret.” Matt stepped back.
“Uhuh, oh yeah, like the me and Suzanne secret?” Paul accused.
“Hey, you pissed me off and insulted my girlfriend.” Matt defended.
“Even so, it was a cheap shot and you know it.” Paul replied “You’d better have my back on this one.”
“I do, trust me, catch you later.” Matt turned out of the school while Paul sprinted over to the main building and did a quick sweep of the corridors, glancing into classrooms as he made his way back to the science room.
