Resistance
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She was all confidence around him now, too. Not an inch of doubt as she unclipped her bra and then crawled towards him on the bed, depositing herself in his lap and pressing her lips to his.
Their kiss sent heat roaring through his body and his fingers dug into her hips, grinding them against his length. He couldn't get enough of being this close to her, of having her petite body pressed against his as they lost themselves in each other.
She pressed her bare breasts into his chest and he groaned, pulling down his pants properly to bring his cock against her entrance.
Jasmine grabbed his hands, keeping them pinned by his side, and then slid down on his cock. He groaned, trying to keep his voice down as she sheathed his length in her tight heat.
She leaned backward, breasts bouncing as she rode him, finally releasing his arms so he could touch her. He took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, watched her face contort in pleasure.
When she climaxed around his cock, her fingers the one to bring her to completion, Sebastian was sure he'd never seen anything so beautiful.
He came, too, spilling deep inside her and allowing her to collapse back against him.
"Fuck," she murmured, wrapping her arms around him. "I don't think we're going to be doing much sleeping tonight."
Twenty-Eight
Jasmine
Surprisingly, everyone had been right about the time flying between Christmas and graduation. There was no time for missing Sebastian because Jasmine had deadlines around every corner. Her college audition required so much practice her fingers ached twenty-four-seven, but she managed it: her acceptance letter was framed above her desk, much to her parents' dismay.
It hadn't even mattered when Evie and Brad came home from the skiing trip holding hands and kissing each other because they were all so busy that when they spent time together, the three of them talked each other's ears off non-stop. She was never left feeling like the third wheel.
And now graduation was right around the corner.
Her exams were over, and Sebastian was almost hers.
They'd given in and started Skyping each other almost every night in January. It had been too hard to resist, and rather than leading to a lapse in judgment, it had managed to keep them going through the rest of the year instead.
They didn't even talk most of the time. They'd watch films together, just with the odd comment about things.
Except for the feel of his arms around her, or his lips on hers, it was almost easy to believe that he was right there with her.
And most of all, it felt like they were a real couple.
It was like being long distance, and loads of people had to deal with that. That made it feel normal.
Jasmine missed his family more than anything, though. She’d had to skip his mom’s birthday, and Sarah's baby shower. She'd wished she could have been at that one more than anything.
She'd be free of the restraints of school by the time the baby was born and she could attend the christening, though.
With a smile on her face, Jasmine turned away from the laptop screen where she was talking to Sebastian to glance at her prom dress, which was hanging on the front of her closet door. "You're going to like it," she promised, wishing more than anything she could have just taken him to prom, like a normal date. "Even if you can't touch me until we're back safely at your house."
Technically, prom was the last day of school, and after that, they were both free. They weren't planning on going public until way after that; until there could be no doubt from anyone who mattered that we hadn't been sleeping together whilst school was still in session.
They'd been deciding what to tell his family for a long time, now. Telling them she was his student had been completely ruled out, but they needed to find out her age at some point. Sebastian had promised that he'd handle it, that he didn't want her to be there and be embarrassed. They'd figured it was best to put that off until they went truly public.
"I can't wait." He leaned back in his chair, as if he was somehow trying to look around the bounds of the webcam and see the dress Jasmine had been teasing him with for weeks now. "But I can't wait to hold you again more."
Jasmine beamed. "You have no idea how excited I am now. It feels like it's finally over."
His smile was fond. "Trust me, I know exactly how you're feeling." He glanced down at his phone and sighed. "Okay, I have to go. I'll see you really soon, though. In my house and my bed."
Her cheeks reddened. "I can't wait."
Twenty-Nine
Jasmine
Jasmine's parents insisted on driving her to prom. She'd always thought she'd just go with Evie and Brad, but they wanted to travel together, and she understood that. She'd planned to just get a taxi, despite the slight embarrassment it might have caused, but her parents had gotten out their camera and said there was no way they were going to let their little girl go to prom in a cab.
She was under no illusions: they took their photos so they'd have something to show their business associates at the stuffy parties they went to. Oh, look at my little Jasmine, doesn't she look all grown up. We drove her to prom, you know. She was the most beautiful girl there.
Jasmine wanted to roll her eyes at the entire thing, but in the end, it was easier to just give in. It was would be a whole two minutes of them pulling up outside the function room in the hotel her high school had rented, and then she could get on with actually enjoying herself.
She smoothed down the dress in the backseat of the car as they drove, trying not to be nervous. Not everyone had a date, she knew that, but it was still a bit lonely to have to walk in alone. She should have tried to get someone to go with her as a friend, but it would have been awkward.
She didn't want to pretend to date someone for a photo, she wanted to go inside and see Sebastian, for him to acknowledge that she was his, and only his.
Besides, he was going to like the dress. It was a deep burgundy, backless, and showing off some cleavage tastefully.
Her lipstick matched it, as did the choker she wore around her neck.
She couldn't wait for Sebastian to take her out of the dress tonight.
She'd told her parents she was going to an after-party then crashing there, and they'd made no protests.
As they pulled up, Jasmine could see the swathes of people stood in the car park, all posing for photos with each other, and each other's parents.
She froze in horror in the backseat as she spotted teachers milling around, too. She hadn't thought it would be like this. She'd thought it would be everyone hurrying to get inside, and then the photos and things would start.
Her mom had seen Sebastian, seen him as her boyfriend during the school year.
"Oh, hey, isn't that your boyfriend?" her mom asked, leaning down to point at Sebastian, who was taking a photo with some girls in her class.
Jasmine cringed. "I'm not his girlfriend."
"Still, you're friends. Why didn't you go with him?"
Her insides were so twisted she thought she might be sick. "He's gone with someone else," she hurried to say, fiddling with her seat belt. "Hey, you know I'm not sure I want to do the whole getting out in front of the whole school thing. You could just let me out here and I'll walk a bit. I'm feeling a bit flush."
Her mom turned around in her seat to frown at her, and Jasmine decided that would be her new tactic. Just keep her mom looking away from Sebastian before something happened that gave away he was a teacher.
"What do you mean? You have to do the getting out in front of the crowd, everyone will see your dress and how beautiful you look and it'll be stunning."
Jasmine wanted to scream that her mom didn't know anything about her, that she'd never liked attention like that, and if her mom knew anything about her own daughter she'd have never even suggested it. Instead, she struggled to get words out of her mouth. "I don't know," she said, trying to keep and argument going without just stressing her mom out so much she turned back around in her seat. "I
t's just, you know... I've not come with anyone, so, erm, I don't want to be judged or anything."
"Oh, come on," her mom argued. "You're so gorgeous everyone will just wish they'd come with you." She turned back around as she spoke. "Especially your supposed non-boyfriend. He is taking a lot of photos with a lot of girls, though."
"He's not my boyfriend," Jasmine said again, teeth clenched, as she watched a teacher approach Sebastian.
"Oh, well looks like he's getting told off about it." Her mom chuckled, continuing to watch the exchange. And then Sebastian went over and started instructing the parents that they needed to move in a bit out of the parking lot and her mom's face fell. "He's a teacher."
Jasmine squirmed in her seat, fumbling for a response. "What?"
"What are you saying?" her dad chimed in for the first time, also turning to watch as we continued our snail's pace towards the gathering where I was supposed to leave the car.
My mom's attention had zeroed in on Sebastian, though, and she wasn't letting go. "That bastard, touching my daughter when he's her teacher. I'm going to go over there and—"
"No!" Jasmine snatched her mom's arm as she went to undo her seat belt. "No you can't, you don't understand. I told you he wasn't my boyfriend and I meant it. Look, just keep driving and I'll explain everything. Don't stop and let me out."
"What?" Her dad frowned. "I'm not doing that. This is your prom; you have to go."
"Go and what? See her teacher she's been sleeping with? Who's been grooming her?"
"He's not my boyfriend," Jasmine hissed for what she hoped was the final time.
"You said you went on a few dates together. You went to a wedding together. Whether he was your boyfriend or not, that's inappropriate," her mom argued, turning to her dad to plead.
"This is our daughter's prom night. She deserves to enjoy it, and if she says that she wasn't seeing this man then I believe her. We can discuss it afterward."
Her chest didn't sag in relief at that news. Sebastian wasn't out of the waters yet, and now she had to go through four hours of prom with the knowledge it might be the last time Sebastian was even allowed on school property. "I mean it, mom, nothing bad ever happened like that. You just don't understand. Just wait until I tell you what really happened."
Her mom scowled as they reached the center where people were getting out, and Jasmine was forced to slip from the car in silence. There wasn't a massive turn of heads to look towards her, everyone was too busy taking photos with their friends and teachers.
She was left to seek out her friends. She wanted to go straight to Sebastian, but knew that her parents might be watching, and she didn't want them to think she was going to plot with him.
Brad and Evie were stood opposite, chatting to each other. They grinned at her when she approached, and then their faces fell. "What happened?"
"Oh." Jasmine's guilt filled her. This was their special night too, and she wasn't going to drag anyone else down. "Nothing, just my resting bitch face, you know." She forced her own grin. "You guys look great."
"You too! I love your dress, very stylish," Evie reached out to touch the material, cooing.
"I'm sure that a certain teacher will love it," Brad teased, both their eyes looking out to see if they could spot Sebastian in the crowd. "All the girls have certainly been loving him in a suit."
Jasmine had been excited to see him, too, but now she was going to have to break the news and she wasn't sure how she'd hold herself together whilst she did. Tears were already brimming in her eyes, and she was powerless to stop them.
She'd really thought they'd made it. She'd graduated, that should have been it. They were home free to finally be the couple they'd longed to be since last September.
And she'd been stupid enough to ruin it by letting her parents drive her to prom.
They went inside a few minutes later, and she scanned the room to see if she could see Sebastian anywhere. He was lingering near the entrance with another teacher, but he met her gaze almost instantly.
His expression fell. She couldn't hide anything from him.
He was by her second a few minutes later, and she told Evie and Brad to go and get their drinks without her, that she'd find them in a few minutes later.
"What's up?" Sebastian asked, eyebrows knitted.
Jasmine cleared her throat and blinked back the tears. "My parents gave me a lift to prom and my mom spotted you, saw that you were a teacher." She took a deep breath and refused to let herself cry. He couldn't hug her here. She just had to get through it. "She thinks we've slept together and that you were my boyfriend. She wanted to get out of the car and go and confront you in front of everyone, but my dad calmed her down. I have to go and explain after prom. I wish my dad had just let me go, instead of making me come in and do this."
Sebastian's face had fallen. "Shit, I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" she asked, incredulous. "This is your career." They were keeping their voices low, even though the music was probably drowning out anything they said. "I ruined your career."
"Nothing has been ruined yet. They're your parents, and it sounds like your dad is already on your side. You just need to convince them."
She wanted to pace, but it would have attracted too much attention. As it was they couldn't even speak to each other much longer. "I'm going to tell them about the fake girlfriend arrangement and your dad, and say that was it. I mean, it's basically a tragedy. They have to believe that, right? And about how I lied. Because I did lie, and really this whole thing is still my fault."
His hand twitched at his side, like he was dying to reach out and console her. "It'll work out, I'm sure of it." But the stress lines in his face gave away what he was thinking. There was no way of knowing that it would work out at all. And if it didn't, then they wouldn't work out either.
She knew that for certain.
Jasmine sighed. "I can't just stand and talk to you, it looks weird. I should go find my friends."
"Jasmine?" he called her back when she turned to walk away.
"What?"
"You look beautiful."
A single tear spilled down her cheek, and she grinned. "Thank you."
Thirty
Jasmine
Prom was one of the worst experiences of her life. She spent the majority of it sat in a chair staring into the spiked punch and wishing she could allow herself to get drunk.
She needed to be stone-cold sober if she had any chance of convincing her parents she was telling the truth, though.
Sebastian looked miserable, too, standing in the corner and declining every girl who went up and asked him to dance. Jasmine knew, in her heart of hearts, that if she hadn't dropped this bomb on him that they would have been on the dance floor at some point during the night, pretending to have an awkward dance as student and teacher.
It would have meant everything to her.
Now, though, Sebastian's resentment was probably already starting to build. He was no doubt already imagining his career falling to pieces around him.
He also probably knew that she'd have fallen apart the second she got in his arms, and sobbing on the dance floor into his chest would have attracted way too much attention.
Instead, they both stayed on their opposite sides of the dance floor and pretended to be having a good time. Jasmine got more offers to dance than she'd been expecting, but chalked most of them up to pity. When she figured it had been a long enough wait, she texted her parents that she was ready to leave.
It had been three hours of hell and pretending to be okay when Evie and Brad weren't on the dance floor together.
She stopped by Sebastian before she went, though she didn't have any encouraging words for him. "I'll let you know how it goes," was all she could say.
She just wanted a hug. Just a bit of false reassurance that everything was going to be okay.
When she met her parents, she knew she couldn't cry. Crying would be too much emotion, it'd give away how much she cared.
Taking a deep breath of the cold air outside the stadium, she swallowed her nausea and steeled herself. She could do this.
Her happiness relied on it, so she'd pull through.
Jasmine's parents were parked at the edge of the parking lot, and she had a two-minute walk to find her composure, to run through the speech she'd been formulating during her prom-night on the chair at the edge of the dance floor.
Slipping into the backseat, her face was a mask. Her mouth was straight, even though it was too dark for her parents to really see her, and she forced back any sign of tears.
Her mom turned around to look at her. "So," she said, arms folded. "Do you have an explanation? No doubt you've had time to invent one."
"I didn't need to invent one," Jasmine threw back, folding her own arms. "I'm just going to tell you the truth. Last summer, I met Mr. Lane through a friend of a friend because he needed to pay someone to be his fake girlfriend. His dad was dying and Mr. Lane wanted him to think that he was settling down, that's how I met him. Those times I went with him were all because of that."
Her mom barked her laughter. "Wow, you really pulled that one out of the hat. Fake girlfriend? You expect me to believe that?"
"I can show you the bank transfer that he paid me. Unless you really think I'm a prostitute," she sneered. Anger was good. She should stick with anger; she could work with that.
Her dad shifted in his seat. "It does sound a bit farfetched."
"His dad was dying," she stressed again. "When your dad died, would you have done anything to make him happy? Mr. Lane hired a girlfriend because he has no intention of having a real one. We're not in a relationship. We're not lovers. He paid me to go out with his family a few times and make his dying dad happy."
She should have been sobbing, and the back of her throat burned so much it was painful, but she never cracked. She stared her mom in the face and remained composed. "He should have stopped this fake girlfriend thing when he found out he was your teacher," her dad said, serious.