by Ella Emerson
I’d laid awake nights, picturing just this exact scenario. All the want and desire was pooling out of me, and I wanted nothing more than to feel his hardness inside me all night long.
I’d never experienced anything like this, and although I’d only had one experience to go by…I knew this was different.
His mastered hands flew down my body, touching me places and making me feel things I could never dream of. Things I never knew felt good until Levi did them.
I arched my back off the bed, as his lips trailed down my body. His tongue tickled my stomach as he held onto my breasts.
Then he moved further south to the joint between my thighs, and his tongue struck out and crashed into my wetness down below.
He growled as he sucked, licked, and loved my vagina. I wanted him there, and I grabbed at his hair, pulling and tugging him tighter into my sweet spot.
“Levi,” I screamed as my body picked up, racing toward my release. I would catch it too, and it would be one of the best I’d ever had. Already Levi was a master of giving me orgasms. He was quickly discovering exactly how to touch my body and knew when to hold back just enough to deepen the need inside me.
I fucking loved it, and he knew it.
I could feel him grinning along me as my body crashed all around him, and I dug my nails into his shoulder.
“I love making you come, you taste so fucking sweet,” he said, moving toward his dresser and opening the drawer.
He slipped a condom over his length as I watched. I knew the moment was coming, and I was a little terrified, but more turned on than anything. So I rewarded him with kisses when he mounted me, like a warrior heading off to battle.
“I want to sink my cock inside you, Trish.”
I nodded my head, giving my permission to this forbidden act. He was my teacher, but in this moment none of that mattered to me. In this moment he was just Levi, and I just Trish.
“I want you,” I pleaded as his cock pushed against my entrance.
He pumped inside me, entering oh so slowly as I felt the sting of it all. I scooted further away on the bed when the feeling overpowered me.
“I’ll go slow, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” His heated breath tickled my neck as he pressed in just a little more.
Inch by inch he sank inside me. Slowly and concise, he took his time feeling every part of me.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked as I leaned my head back.
“No, more I want more.” My body was taking him in, acclimating to his size, and I wanted to let him control me, to fuck me the way he wanted to.
The sexy smirk was on his face as he brought his lips to push against mine. We tangled tongues for a moment as he plunged deeper, further into me as my eyes almost popped out of my head.
It felt good, intense, and I never wanted it to end. I would never get enough of him, and I felt like this was the way raw love-making was made. This was unlike anything I’d ever read about in Cosmo, or anything friends had ever told me about when they mentioned the lame ass sex they had while they counted the stars while a high-school boy pumped three times and then it was over. No, this was so much more.
Like a fucking porn star, Levi controlled me, owning every piece of my body. This was so much better than I could’ve ever thought it would be.
My late night fantasies about Mr. Wild were nothing compared to the real thing. He fucking rocked in bed.
His body continued thrusting deep inside me as my nails scraped down his back. My orgasm was just out of reach, but I could see it on the horizon. I knew it would be here soon, and I called out Levi’s name.
He was so lost in me, groaning my name on each thrust as he sank even further.
Then in one moment, he was braced up on both arms, gazing into my eyes.
My orgasm reached me quicker as his expression left me questioning everything happening between us.
Something inside me was shifting, and aligning on a clearer pattern. I didn’t know what to make of these feelings bubbling inside me, but staring into the depths of golden brown that Levi’s eyes held; I knew I wasn’t alone.
So inexperienced, so trusting and vulnerable. Watching Trish come undone beneath me while my cock was buried deep inside her tight pussy was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed. She was on the brink of letting her orgasm rip through her body, just as I was. She may have only had sex once before, but her willingness to give herself to me without question made me understand a lot.
I felt her tighten on me, and knew I wouldn’t last much longer. “Let go, Trish. Let the feeling wash over you and pull you under.” Reaching down I rubbed her clit and she let out a scream of pleasure I’d never heard. “Fuck, I’m so close. You feel so good wrapped around me I can’t control myself much longer.”
“Levi,” she shouted as her orgasm tore through her delicate body, causing her to rub her sweet pussy harder on my ready to release cock.
I needed to fuck her, I wasn’t used to going this slow. I needed control, so I took it. Pinning her hands above her head I picked up my pace slamming into her at a speed that would impress the most experienced woman. Watching her face twist with pleasure, the breathy sounds she was making and her firm tits bouncing with each thrust, had my balls tight and my impending orgasm taking over my body. “Fuck, Trish,” I growled when my release ripped me apart, making me see fireworks. I continued to pump my release into her as she milked me dry. Gently I lowered myself onto her and we laid there breathing heavy, hearts beating wildly, and sweat glistening on our satisfied bodies.
“Wow, that was amazing,” she whispered, breathlessly.
I chuckled and kissed below her ear. “I guess that was better than last time,” I said, rolling onto my side to face her.
She copied my position facing me and reached her hand out gently touching my face. “On so many levels.” Smiling she leaned over and placed a kiss on my chest.
I searched her eyes and didn’t like what I saw. “What do you mean, on so many levels?”
Smiling, she said, “Didn’t you feel the connection we just had? It was like our souls became one. I felt like my body, heart, and soul were just given to you.”
What the fuck? No, no, no. This was not how this was supposed to go. What the hell was I doing? I went too far, I took this further than was necessary. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my sweat pants, roughly pulling them on. “Trish, we can’t do this. I can’t do this. It never should have gotten to this point, this was not my intention. I need you to leave.” I paced the room, yanking at my hair, wanting her out of my house and fast.
“Wait, what?” she stuttered over her words, sitting up and pulling the sheet up to cover herself. “We are in this together, don’t do this. Come back to bed.”
Was she fucking kidding me? “Trish, don’t make this any worse.”
“Make this any worse? We just made love,” she said in a soft whisper that made my blood boil.
Shit. I was at the bed in a flash and laid my palms down, leaning close to her face. “We did not make love. I fucked you and now I need you to get the hell out of here. Do you not understand what I’m saying? This,” I pointed a finger between the two of us. “is not going to happen. This,” I waved my hand around the room, “was a colossal mistake.”
The tears that she came here with were nothing compared to now, as she held a hand over her mouth. She rushed out of bed holding the sheet around her as she raced to the living room to get her clothes. I followed closely behind to make sure she did, in fact, just get dressed and leave. Getting dressed faster than I thought was possible, she grabbed her purse. When she got to the door she turned to face me, and her whole face was covered in tears. “You’re not the person I thought you were,” she said with hurt clear in every word before she walked out, slamming the door behind her.
“You have no idea,” I whispered to the closed door. I sat down on the couch and dropped my head into my hands. What the fuck did I just do? I allowed this to get out of hand. I let things happen th
at were never supposed to. I had what I needed, I got greedy, and now I allowed myself to fuck my student.
***
Waiting for the first bell to ring, I was pissed at myself and fearful for what Trish was going to say or do. If she said anything about what happened between us, I’d lose this position and everything I’d been trying to do. I fucked up, I just hoped she didn’t make it worse.
When the bell rang, they all come strolling in and I kept my eye out for Trish. When she walked in she had sunglasses on, her hair was a mess, and she was wearing sweats. Fuck.
Throughout class I watched her and she never once made eye contact with me, never lifted her head from her paper. Even Kerrie tried to get her attention at one point and she ignored her. What I did was spiraling out of control, and I was pissed at myself for letting it get this far.
When the bell rang to dismiss class, I waited by the door as they were all leaving. Trish was slowly making her way to the door, being the last one as usual to leave. Looking around I gently grabbed her arm and closed the door. Pulling out of my hold she crossed her arms and looked at the ground.
“Trish, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I said, reaching out to rest my hand on her shoulder.
She snapped her head up and looked at me with what I can only describe as venom in her eyes. “Oh, you didn’t? Well hell I feel so much better now. Yay, thank you for clearing that up.”
“It got out of control. I never should’ve let it get to that point, but we still need to make sure no one finds out. It would destroy us both.” I used an authoritative voice so she knew how serious this was.
“That’s what you’re most worried about isn’t it? The thought of losing your job is more important than destroying me. Don’t worry, I’m not a lying prick like you. I won’t say a word,” she said, chocking back a sob.
There was nothing else to say, nothing I could do, so I just opened the door and dismissed her. I believed that she wouldn’t say anything and that was most important.
***
The next few weeks were exactly the same. I did my job as a teacher, helped with the final planning of our Paris trip, and went home. Trish and I hadn’t uttered a word to each other, and even though I would catch myself looking in her direction during class, she never met my eyes. I destroyed her. I took her trust, her vulnerability, her innocence.
It wasn’t what I thought would happen, but I needed to remember her age. Most women I was with were happy enough to give me one night and move on. I was her teacher which in itself was forbidden, and who didn’t want that forbidden fruit? Even if tasting it sent you right to Hell. I was for sure going to Hell after all I did. Trish would get past this, and when she did she would realize what I’d been trying to do.
As I finished my lunch in the teacher’s lounge, Addie came in with the final plans for Paris. She sat down and handed me a binder full of information. “This is everything we’ve discussed. The flight times, the hotel, the permission slips from all the male students. This also has the itinerary for the whole trip.”
Damn, she really had been busy. “Thanks. I appreciate you putting it all together. So how exactly does this work? We meet at the school and go to the airport or we meet all the kids at the airport?”
She laughed and sipped on her coffee. “No, we’ll meet here. No way could we get them to listen to us in a crowded airport. We need to take attendance here, at the airport, on the plane, when we land, at the hotel…well, you get it. We are responsible for keeping them all safe. It’s fun, but nerve wracking for sure.”
I nodded my head, flipping through the binder. “Makes sense. Alright, so in the two weeks we have leading up to the trip, what needs to be done on my part?”
“Nothing. Just pack and be here at five am the morning we leave,” she said as she got up and refilled her cup. “The kids have a few free nights while we are there. If you’d like I can show you some delicious cafes?”
This woman couldn’t wait to get me to Paris and make her move. It made me chuckle because she didn’t give up, and honestly, the least I could do was buy her dinner for all the hard work she’d done for this trip. “Sure, Addie.”
I left the lounge with my binder and made my way to class. I was excited about the trip. Going to Paris would be such an amazing experience. Seeing all the history, the romance and culture made my overactive mind go crazy with possibilities.
Grinning to myself, I turned the corner of the hallway and son of a bitch, if Mark didn’t have Trish pressed up against a locker. I walked closer and dropped the big binder to the ground, scaring the shit out of him. He jumped back when he saw me and I held my gaze on him, letting him know I intended to make good on my promise to kick his ass.
“Mr. W. Hey, I was just talking to Trish, but I’m done. See ya,” he said, hauling his ass down the hallway.
I moved closer to Trish and reached out to touch her arm. “Trish, are you alright?”
Pushing off the locker, she moved before my hand could even touch her. “Like you fucking care,” she said and rushed into the ladies room, effectively closing me out.
I deserved her anger, and I accepted it, even all these weeks later. There was nothing I could do, nothing I would do. What’s done was done. I got what I needed and took more than I should have.
My life was like a cold, dark winter, depressing me to the point of no return. I’d acted like a stupid teenager and let my feelings overcome me. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, and I really couldn’t look Levi in the eyes.
He’d made me believe he wanted all of me. What a lie.
I, however, wouldn’t let him break me. I would guard my heart and not let him near it.
What made matters worse was Mark and his excessive chatter about having sex with me. I needed to start acting and stop reacting to my life. I needed to let Mark know it would never happen between us once and for all.
My days were on an endless loop of work, school, and trying to forget what happened between Levi and me.
My father was no help, although he did finally agree to speak about my future after the Paris trip.
Paris was a few days away, and I couldn’t contain my excitement. Even though the thought of Levi being there with me made me sick. With a hopeful heart, I prayed and wished I would be able to handle everything life threw at me during this trip. Paris was never about Levi, no, it was about finding myself and igniting my desire for fashion to the next level. Madge had given me many places to visit while I was there, and I couldn’t wait to see it all. Including the Marche aux Puces de St-Ouen, which was one of the biggest flea markets in all of Paris, maybe even the world. I also wanted to visit the shops along Avenue Montaigne. How great would it be to visit Triangle D’Or and fall in love with Paris fashion? Taking a deep breath, I couldn’t wait to walk down the street in the city of love, shopping and drinking wine. Yes, I was excited because the legal drinking ago was eighteen. Although I was sure I would have to sneak it around Ms. D.
Kerrie being there was definitely on my side. She and Hunter were still broken up and although it broke my heart for them, I was also glad I would be able to lean on my best friend while in France.
As I packed my bag in my room— I always packed early to be sure I had everything I would need and not forget anything—I worried about what the weather would be like there. It was on the cusp of springtime in Paris, so I brought a little of both cooler wear as well as a few dresses.
My phone rang on my nightstand, and I rushed over to grab it.
“Hello,” I said when I saw it was Kerrie calling.
“I’m packing for Paris, and I don’t know what to bring.”
“Oh my God, me too. I can’t wait to go.”
“Hunter just got his permission slip in, he was late but he’s still able to go.”
“Aww, it will be okay. We will be having so much fun we won’t notice him,” I said.
“I know, I just miss him. He told me when he turned in his permission slip he overheard Ms. D. on the ph
one. She was talking about taking Mr. Wild to dinner in Paris. She made it sound romantic,” Kerrie informed me.
My heart crashed in my chest, all that was left of it. I couldn’t see straight as visions of Levi and Ms. D. sat happily in a small café in Paris.
What an asshole to sleep with me and then try for Ms. D in Paris. Maybe high school boys were the way to go. They were easier to figure out. All they wanted was sex. Unlike Levi who made me feel like he wanted me, and what he only wanted was sex.
Pushing his memory out of my mind, I continued chatting with Kerrie about all the fun we would have in Paris.
My head hurt by the time I got off the phone with Kerrie. My emotions were all over the place, and I dreaded the thought of seeing Levi with my ugly French teacher. She wasn’t ugly per se, but she reminded me of a woman who hung out in local bars looking for action from anyone who’d have her.
Had Levi lied about sleeping with Brandi from the bar?
Even though Sarah had confirmed they didn’t sleep together when she had gotten the full story from her cousin, but still my head ached from thinking about him.
A few days later when I was waking up at four a.m. to head to the high school to start my trip to Paris, I ran into my father in the kitchen.
“Are you all set?” he asked.
“I think so. I’m just too excited to think straight.”
“Well, be safe. Use your head over there, and listen to your teachers.”
“Dad, I’m not five-years-old heading on a field trip to the park. I’ll be fine,” I said as I kissed his cheek before heading out the front door.
“Okay, I have a friend picking up your car this afternoon,” he called as I shut the door.
When I arrived at the school there were big yellow school buses lined in the parking lot, lighting the early morning air.
When I got out of my car the first thing I noticed was Levi leaning against the side of the bus. Memories of him touching me everywhere entered my mind, and I tried so hard to push them away.
