His Naughty Schoolgirl

by Lorraine, Tracy

  “I’ll stay for lunch,” I offer. I need to get back to continue grading the papers I was trying to work on yesterday morning.

  “I’ve got to spend the morning cleaning up after last night’s dinner party. Come help me?”

  The thought of cleaning up the mess they can’t be bothered to sort out themselves isn’t something I really want to be doing, but knowing how important it is to Mom that I spend some more time with her, I reluctantly agree and follow her over to the mansion.

  It’s the first time in all these years that I’ve stepped foot in the place. I might not have seen inside, but as we walk into the kitchen through the back door, it’s everything I pictured it would be—expensive and opulent.

  The only other place I’ve seen a kitchen like this is on TV. Even standing in the middle of it I’m still not sure why they need a kitchen bigger than most people’s houses, especially when they never use it themselves.

  Mom sets me to work rinsing off the plates before placing them in the dishwasher. I’m just beginning to get to the bottom of the seemingly endless supply of crockery and glasswear Mom keeps bringing me when the atmosphere in the room changes.

  “Good morning, sweetheart,” Mom sings behind me, and my heart jumps into my throat. “I didn’t know you were here. Would you like some breakfast?”

  I can feel eyes on me as I stand with my hands covered in bubbles, and the reality of the situation has me almost laughing out loud. Not only am I her teacher, but I’m also the help’s son.

  “Josh?” Mom prompts, as if I needed a reminder that Madison is standing at the other end of the room.

  Letting out a breath, I spin on my heels and my gaze immediately locks onto hers. Her eyes are wide with panic, her chin is dropped and her cheeks flushed as she stares back at me.

  She knows.

  “Madison, this is Josh, my son. Josh, this is Madison, the Warrens’ daughter.” Mom looks between the two of us. “I guess you probably recognize each other from Oak Ridge, right? Josh is a teaching assistant,” Mom adds. Like either of us needs reminding of my position.

  “Remind me sweetheart, what’s your major?”

  “B…biology,” she stutters with narrowed eyes in my direction.

  “Oh, so you must know each other.”

  “Yeah—”

  “No.” Her eyes widen. Mom looks confused. “I mean, I recognize you but I don’t think we’ve met.”

  “Yeah. Uh…I need to go.”

  “Don’t you want breakfast?”

  “No, I’m fine, thanks, Shelly.”

  “I was going to make…pancakes,” Mom says, but she’s too late. Madison’s gone.

  The second she’s disappeared from my sight, I pick up my pace. I need to get out of this house before I do something stupid.

  * * *

  “When are you coming back?” Mom asks as I throw my bag over my shoulder. “Don’t tell me I’ve got to wait until Thanksgiving to see my baby boy again,” she sulks.

  “I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “But I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  “Okay.” Leaning forward, she gives me a kiss on the cheek. I can see the disappointment in her eyes but I can’t stay here any longer. I thought I was running away from temptation by coming here, but it seems I’ve run directly into it.

  The second I walked back to my room after finishing up in the Warrens’ kitchen earlier, I saw her. She was sat at her desk with her head in her hands. My heart ached for what I’d done. I never meant to hurt her.

  I hear Mom shut the door behind me, and I make an epic mistake.

  I look back at her window.

  She’s standing looking out into the distance, wrapped in only a towel.

  Fuck.

  My hands clench into fists as I try to make myself walk away, to head towards the bus stop for my long journey back to my empty flat with papers the only thing waiting for me.

  Madison

  He was in my parents’ kitchen. I fall back onto my bed as my heart continues to race with the knowledge he was right here this whole time. How did I not know who his parents were? Questions swirl around my head as I try to stop my world from spinning. The second I walked into the kitchen and my eyes landed on his muscular back, I knew it was him. I tried to prepare myself for seeing him but the moment he turned and looked into my eyes, I felt like my knees were going to give way. It wasn’t just because he’s gorgeous but because I was hit with a wave of desire so strong I thought it was going to bring me down. Every muscle in my body clenched as we stared at each other, and the need to walk towards him and feel his soft, full lips against mine once again was so strong it was bordering on painful.

  After running away, I locked myself in the bathroom and spent an obscene amount of time in my parents’ Jacuzzi bath, hoping to calm my racing heart and the desire sitting low in my stomach.

  He’s here. His parents work for mine. My thoughts don’t stop the entire time I lie there, trying my hardest to relax and banish the feelings Mr. Henderson ignites within me.

  Nothing helps. Questions and memories continue to be on repeat in my mind as I get out and head back to my room. Staring out at the peaceful surroundings of my parents’ lavish grounds, I don’t feel the calmness wash over me like I’m used to.

  Sitting at my desk, I untangle my hair from the bun I put it in and start to run a brush through it as I stare at my flushed reflection. I need to put a stop to this if I have any hope of finishing the college year with my sanity intact.

  That thought soon vanishes when my bedroom door flies open and crashes back against the wall.

  “What are—” My words are cut short when I see who’s just invited himself in. His eyes run down the length of me before he kicks the door closed and strides towards me. His hands tangle in my hair as his lips slam down on mine. The second his tongue caresses my bottom lip, I open up for him. A moan rumbles up my throat as his familiar taste explodes on my tongue as it collides with his.

  He continues moving until I feel the mattress against the backs of my knees. I expect him to lower me to the bed but instead, he breaks our kiss and stares down at me. His eyes are dark and wild as he looks over every inch of my face; it’s like he’s trying to find the answer to something.

  “I shouldn’t be here,” he admits. Panic rises in my chest at the thought of him walking out just as fast as he entered, and I cling to the fabric of his T-shirt.

  “Don’t go,” I whisper, the words shocking me as much as they do him. But it’s all he needs to hear because his lips come back to mine as I feel his fingers at the top of my towel.

  The second it falls from my body, he pushes me back onto the bed. His heated eyes drop from mine and slowly take in my naked skin. Embarrassment floods me and I start to move my arms to cover myself.

  “Don’t,” he barks. “Don’t you dare hide from me.”

  At his words, my arms fall back to my sides and I allow him to continue. My chest heaves and moisture gathers between my legs as my clit pulses with the need to be touched.

  Reaching back, he pulls his T-shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. I once again get a front row seat to his incredible body.

  I’m so focused on staring at the ridges of his abdomen that I don’t notice him move until he grabs onto my feet and forces them apart so he can settle himself between my thighs.

  The memory of how it felt last time slams into me and I almost groan with impatience to feel his skilled tongue against me.

  Lifting one of my legs, he begins peppering kisses to my ankle and up my calf. “You’re too pure for me.” More kisses to my knee. “Too beautiful,” he says as he stares at his final prize. “Tell me no.” It feels like a dare but my lips stay sealed. “Tell me this is wrong and that I need to leave.”

  “No,” falls from my lips. It sounds like a plea.

  “No what?”

  “No, don’t go. Don’t leave. Please,” I beg, shamelessly rolling my hips to get him back on track.

  He goe
s back to kissing down my leg and my thighs tremble with need and anticipation.

  He looks back up at me, millimeters from where I need him. His breath tickles against my heated flesh and I’m so worked up, it’s almost enough to do the job.

  “How did you know?” His deep voice vibrates through me, making me moan. “Shit. Tell me, how did you know?”

  “Know what,” I breathe impatiently.

  “That it was me.”

  A frustrated laugh falls from my lips as I consider his question. “If I put a mask on, would you still know it’s me?”

  “From a mile away,” he admits. “Fuck,” he grates out when he must realize what I’m trying to say. I want him just as badly as he wants me. “This is so fucking wrong.”

  “Just. Fucking. Do. It,” I taunt. His eyes darken further before he leans forward that last little bit and seals his lips around me.

  “Ah, fuck.”

  He licks, nips and sucks until I’m right on the cusp of my orgasm, when he suddenly pulls away from me. A frustrated cry falls from my lips.

  “You’re not coming until I’m deep inside your perfect body.”

  Every muscle clenches and panic starts to build up in me as I stare down at him at the end of my bed. His hands go to the waistband of his jeans and I can’t drag my eyes away as I prepare to see him, all of him.

  It feels like time slows down as I wait for the fabric to drop, but when it does, I gasp. He’s huge and hard.

  Falling back onto the bed, he kisses up my stomach before sucking my peaked nipples into his mouth and bringing my impending orgasm back to the surface.

  “You want me inside you, don’t you, Madison?”

  I moan but it’s not enough for him.

  “I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want me inside you.” His finger slips between my folds and slowly runs from my clit down to my entrance.

  “I want you…” I pant, “inside me.”

  “Good girl.”

  Settling himself between my thighs, I find myself too lost in his eyes to think about what’s about to happen. As he teases himself against my clit, I let out another moan before he slowly pushes inside me. I feel him tense like he’s about to thrust, and I panic.

  “Wait!”

  “What’s wrong?” I can see the pain on his face; he thinks I’m about to stop him.

  “I…uh…I haven’t…”

  “Fuck. You’re a virgin?” His face drops for a second and I’m about to argue, thinking he’s going to walk away, before I watch as his eyes darken and he looks down at me like he wants to devour me. “You mean this is going to be mine and mine only?”

  The only thing I can do is nod.

  “Oh, sweetheart. You’ve no idea how happy that makes me. Give me your hand. You’re going to help guide me in for the first time.”

  He wraps my hand around his thick length before covering it with his own, and slowly slides into my body.

  “You ready?”

  I nod once before he pushes forward.

  I shriek as searing pain radiates out from my core, and his hand covers my mouth.

  “Shhh.”

  “No one…no one’s here,” I manage to get out between my panting breaths and the pain coursing through my body.

  A smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth. “Perfect,” he growls. “I can make you scream.”

  Folding over my body, he takes my lips as his hands tease my nipples until he feels me relax under him. Once he’s happy, he slowly starts to move, and the pain that was there starts to morph into pleasure.

  “Your pussy’s everything I always dreamt it would be,” he groans in my ear as he continues to pick up the pace.

  It’s not long before he sits back on his heels and lifts my legs so they rest on his shoulders. I suck in a breath at the new angle and feel my orgasm approach faster.

  “That’s it, baby. I want to feel you coming on my cock.” His words along with his thumb pressing down onto my clit send me crashing into the most incredible pleasure. He grunts loudly as I clench around him and just as my orgasm starts to subside, he twitches inside me before he fills me.

  My eyes stay shut as he collapses to my side, but his contact doesn’t leave me. His fingertips trace the lines of my body, leaving tingles in their wake.

  “Madison?” he asks, pressing his hand to my cheek to encourage me to look at him. My breath catches when I do drag my eyelids open and look up to his hooded blue eyes. “Are you okay?”

  “That shouldn’t have happened.” Panic starts to bubble up. I just had sex with my teacher. No, it’s worse than that. I just lost my virginity to my teacher.

  My breathing starts to get a little erratic and in my panic I start to get up, to get away from him.

  “Hey, calm down,” he says soothingly. My body instantly reacts to his calm tone. “Everything about that was meant to happen.”

  “But…but your job. Shit, Mr. Hen—”

  “It’s Josh.”

  “This is so wrong. We shouldn’t be having this conversation. None of this should have happened. I think it’s best you go.”

  “You’re right. It shouldn’t have happened, but I don’t regret a second of it. And yes, I do need to go, I need to get back. But I’m not going without you.”

  As he says that, my stomach grumbles, reminding me I ran out on Shelly’s offer of breakfast this morning and wasn’t brave enough to venture back to the kitchen in fear of running into my teacher. Not that it really mattered, as he still managed to end up in my bed.

  “Mr. He…Josh,” I say when he raises an eyebrow at me. “We can’t. We can’t just drive back to campus together. We can’t—”

  “Stop talking,” he demands, sounding like the teacher he is—not that I needed reminding. “I’m taking you for food, and then we’ll head back.” I open my mouth to argue once again but he presses his lips to mine and it stops any words falling from my lips.

  “Come on,” he mumbles against me as he starts pulling me from the bed. Walking backwards across the room with his lips still attached to mine, he successfully navigates us into my en-suite, his lips only leaving me when he turns the shower on.

  Josh

  I didn’t really think this through. Aside from the fact I just fucked the student I’ve been lusting over for the last five years, I’ve just offered to take her for food and then back to ORU, but I don’t have a car. I’m going to look like a right asshole helping her onto the bus.

  Madison must see my apprehension because as we walk out the front of her house, she places her hand on my forearm. “What’s wrong?” she asks, her sweet voice flowing through me and making me want to drag her back inside. I’ve dreamt of this for years, and now I’ve touched her I can’t get enough.

  “I…uh…don’t have a car,” I admit quietly.

  “No problem,” she sings as she bounces off towards her flashy white Range Rover. Smiling to myself as I follow her, I’m reminded of the bubbly brunette I’ve been lusting after since I first laid eyes on her. I’m relieved she’s pushed away the concern that consumed her not so long ago. I may not have all the answers right now, but one thing I do know is that I’m not letting her go.

  We’re both silent as she drives us towards the diner she told me about before we left. Glancing over at her with her delicate hands on the wheel of such a massive car, I wonder what she’s thinking. Her brows are drawn together slightly as she concentrates on what she’s doing, but I know it’s more than that. She’s worried about this. I probably should be as well; everything I’ve worked so hard for could be ripped away from me if anyone was to find out, but even that’s not enough for me to allow her to walk away.

  “Here we go,” she says, pulling the car to a stop and dragging me from my thoughts. Looking up, my eyes run over a diner I’ve travelled by a thousand times in the past but never ventured inside.

  I grab onto her hand the second I meet her from the car. My intentions of opening her door for her are squashed the second she jumped
out excitedly. My actions make her still and try to pull away.

  “No one will know us here.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Come on,” I say, blowing out a breath of frustration.

  As I sit and stare at her across the table, I can’t help but wonder if this is real or if all my years of fantasizing are getting the better of me.

  “Are you okay?” she asks hesitantly.

  “You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

  “To come to this diner? I mean, it’s nice, but it’s not amazing.”

  “Not the diner, Madison. You.”

  “But we only met a few weeks ago.”

  I glance down at the table as memories of my peeping tom ways over the past five years run through my mind.

  “What? What aren’t you telling me?” She looks at me through narrowed eyes and it makes me want to drag her to the bathroom.

  “I’ve wanted you for years.”

  Confusion floods her face. “But—”

  “You were sunbathing in your parents’ garden the first time I visited mine after they moved in.”

  “Oh.” Her mouth drops open at my admission.

  “I’ve imagined fucking you every day since. But you were a kid,” I admit, shame spiking my temperature.

  I watch as she swallows harshly, and if the table wasn’t blocking my view, I know I’d be watching her squeezing her thighs together.

  “The only reason I kept coming back was to watch you. But I couldn’t touch you. You were too young, too pure.” I pause, thinking back to those times as my cock hardens against my fly. “Then you walked into my classroom and I knew you were even more untouchable.”

  “But you touched.”

  “Powerless to resist, sweetheart. You’ve tortured me for years. I could only hold back for so long.”

  My eyes drop to the hard nipples showing through the thin fabric of her shirt, and I slide over to her side of the table.

  “What are you—” Her words are cut off as I slide a hand up her leg before running a fingertip along the edge of her panties.