Schooled by a Senior

by K. Webster

  His body tenses and he charges for her. “You stupid bitch!” When his hand rears back like he might hit her, I’m already out of the closet and cracking my fist against his jaw. He never gets to lay a hand on her. The asshole will never hit her again as long as I live on this earth.

  “What the fuck?” he demands, his eyes widening in shock. “Who the fuck are you and why are you in my house?”

  I stand in front of Maise so he can’t get to her. “I’m her lover,” I sneer at him and take a step toward his trembling frame. “I’m the father of her unborn child.” He retreats, his eyes darting back and forth between she and I. “I’m your worst motherfucking nightmare.” His mouth drops open as recognition seems to set fire to his skin, making it blaze red with fury. “And I’m your son.”

  His face turns bright red as rage contorts him into a monster. “That bitch Denise swore she’d never say a word!”

  Stalking over to him, I grab him by the throat. The man is big and probably strong when he’s pushing around women. But for me, he’s a fucking gnat.

  “That bitch you’re referring to is my mother. That bitch raised and loved me when your stupid ass refused. That bitch kept your goddamned secret for eighteen years. And this son of a bitch is going to kick your ass for being such a douchebag.”

  My fist clocks him right in the middle of the face. The bone in his nose makes a popping sound a moment before blood pours from it. Seeing his blood and his horrified expression is enough for me. I could beat his ass until he can’t walk anymore, but truthfully, I’m satisfied as fuck. Breaking his nose was the highlight of my life.

  “Come on, little turtle. Neither of us has to deal with this asshole ever again.”

  “I’m divorcing you,” she says bravely into the phone. “And not because of the scandal. Because you were a cruel person and I don’t love you. Expect something from my lawyer this week.”

  She hangs up, and I lift my brows in question. It’s been three weeks since we moved into our little rent house near the college. We’ll probably discover we’ve moved in next door to some obnoxious frat boys or some shit just like in that funny-ass movie, but I don’t care. I’d live in a dumpster if it meant Maze was sleeping next to me. Brock seemed bummed at first about me not dorming with him, but once he saw the two of us together, he changed his tune. Plus, he can’t worry about me. He has to keep his shit in line so his new girlfriend Dumb Dahna—although I’m banned from calling her that ever again—doesn’t get her panties in a wad. Turns out, when I sent him her way, they were more compatible than he’d expected. Maybe he likes missionary style while staring lovingly into her eyes.

  I glance over at Maze, who is sucking on her spoon as she devours a pint of Cherry Garcia. Fuck, I’m pretty happy, staring into her eyes any day of the week, too. Motherfucking pussy-whipped fools is what Brock and I are.

  “How’s jail? Did you tell him what I said?” I question and snatch her spoon.

  She pouts when I steal a bite but is back to her happy self when I relinquish the silverware. “No, I did not tell him ‘Don’t drop the soap.’”

  Smirking, I lean back in the bed and rest my palm on my bare stomach. If this woman keeps having cravings, I’m going to get a fucking belly on me.

  “I can’t believe that dumbass would fuck a sixteen-year-old girl,” I say with a sigh.

  Some secrets, you take to your grave. Some secrets, are done out of love. Some secrets, save a person who desperately needs saving and punishes a deserving one.

  “I know,” she groans. “But apparently, she’s not the only one. Five women have come forward about his sexual abuse in the office. Most of it is verbal. A few reporting inappropriate touching here and there. But that one lady that works for him said he raped her. I just can’t see him doing that. I also can’t see him hitting people. And he did that to me all the time. I knew he was a cheating loser but I never realized how much of a predator he was. I’m just glad he always used condoms. Maybe he wasn’t such a bastard after all. Maybe, for once in his life, he did me a favor and kept his diseases in the rubber.”

  I’d called Aubrey to ask her how it went. The clever girl made an appointment about interviewing him for her school. He let her right in. Devon knew she was sixteen and didn’t argue when she told him he was handsome for an older man. The sick fuck flirted with her until he was balls deep in what he thought was a virgin. When she left his office, she called me while she was at the drive through at Dairy Queen. Laughed when she told me he was a terrible fuck and she hoped Daniel was even half as good as me. Then, she drove to the hospital and told them a sob story the media gobbled up.

  Aubrey got what she wanted. Daniel. Attention. And my XBOX One. She used the five hundred bucks to buy her new boyfriend a goddamned watch. Whatever, they’re in love. I guess.

  As for me, I got exactly what I wanted. My asshole father is in shit so deep, he’ll never wade out. His wife, my horny stepmother, is mine to fuck and is carrying my child. A child I will never in my entire life turn my back on. Not fucking ever. And once Devon’s shit hit the fan on the news, Mom came to the aide of those women. Told her own story of a man who took advantage of a woman who worked for him. She never blasted a word about me to the media, which I’m thankful for. Instead, she’d finally found a fire inside of her to speak out against the man who wronged her.

  “Tomorrow, I think I’ll make venison and roasted potatoes with asparagus. Do you like venison?” she asks absently as she scrapes her ice cream container clean.

  The woman can cook. That’s for damn sure.

  “What the fuck is venison?” I tease, earning a giggle from Maze. “I’m kidding. If you make it, you know this fat boy’ll eat it.”

  “Good,” she says and trades her empty ice cream container for her notebook on the bedside table. “I was thinking of adding it to the cookbook if it turns out okay.”

  While she scribbles, I lie on my side and rest my palm on her still-small belly. “You going to photograph it, too? Do I have to hold up that big-ass white board again?”

  She turns and looks at me. “Yes. So don’t eat it until I get a good picture.”

  I slip my hand under the covers and grin to find her bare beneath her gown. Her legs spread to give me access despite her concentrating on her list. As soon as my finger is inside her, she tosses her notebook away.

  “Give up so soon?”

  “You’re too distracting.”

  “Maybe I should fuck you from behind so you can keep working,” I say with a laugh, my finger massaging her tiny button of pleasure within her.

  “Mmm.”

  “Or maybe I should push my throbbing cock into your ass to give you some inspiration.”

  “AUT!”

  Chuckling, I continue my assault on her pussy and bite her nipple through the fabric of her nightie. “You said you wanted to try butt stuff.”

  “But not to inspire my cookbook!”

  I push another finger into her and fuck her greedy cunt with them. “If you ever let me inside of your tight ass, I’d hold that stupid-ass board for all your food pics. Come on, Maze, let me stretch open that hole, too. They’ll all be mine by the end of summer. I already own your wet, eager little mouth.” She moans when I quicken my efforts. “And this slippery cunt has been mine since the moment you stepped out of your fucking car that first day.”

  “Oh God!” Her orgasm is fast, and she shudders so hard I worry that one day she’ll hurt the baby with all her goddamned wiggling.

  “Was that a yes?”

  She laughs as I slip my fingers from her. “Yes, you can have my ass by the end of summer. Yes, you better hold the dumb board for every picture. And yes, I’m all yours. From the moment I saw the god of a man too big and too sexy to be allowed in any school ever sitting by that window, I belonged to him. You wooed me with your smart guy routine. But it was your filthy mouth that had me weak in the knees.”

  Tearing her gown from her, I waste no time tugging my rock-hard dick from my box
ers and shoving it into my woman. Her fingernails attempt to exact damage on my shoulders, but they don’t deter me.

  I fuck her like the beast I am.

  I fuck her like we were always meant to be.

  I fuck her to remind her she’s mine and so is the baby turtle in her belly.

  “Kiss me,” she begs.

  Our mouths fuse together, and I make thousands of promises with my lips and tongue. I only pull away so I can look into her warm honey eyes. My thrusts slow as I really look at my Maze.

  Innocent for all to see, but not when I get her naked.

  Gentle and kind, but has a mouth of fire when I poke her just right.

  Creative and smart, but only just now realizing this about herself.

  Fucking beautiful, and I hope our child looks just like her.

  Her eyes are locked on mine, and I can’t help but think how right this feels. Our connection is real. From day one, I felt it. Furious and raging and completely on fire. The intensity between us never wanes. Maybe Dumb Dahna knew what she was talking about with this whole eye contact thing. It was weird with that girl, but with Maze?

  It’s motherfucking perfect.

  “Mmm,” Maze coos, her fingers threading into my hair. “I like when you make love to me. But Author?”

  I arch an eyebrow at her in question. “Yeah, little turtle?”

  “Talk dirty to me.”

  “I thought you’d never motherfucking ask,” I say with a wicked grin. “Now clench that slippery cunt around my big-ass cock. I want that pussy eating sausage for dinner. If you don’t get your shit together and come all over me in the next six seconds, I’m going to finger your ass until you spray your orgasm all over our bed like a goddamned dolphin.”

  It only takes three sweet seconds…

  Maise is a very bad girl.

  Six years later…

  Graduation day. This new life of mine was supposed to go slow. I was supposed to be allowed to savor it. To enjoy each passing second. Instead, it just keeps flying by like pages caught in the wind. I’m not ready for this story to end. I want it to go on forever. And here it feels like it’s only just begun…and yet it’s ending.

  “Are you crying?” Aut asks from the doorway to our bedroom, Bella sitting on his hip making a gigantic mess with an Oreo. They’ll both need to change before we go. “Mommy’s crying,” he whispers to our two-year-old, “again.”

  His words only make me sob more. He sets Bella down and then sits on the bed beside me. Strong fingers find my belly, and he strokes me over my dress. It won’t be but another six weeks and Benton will be here. Little Bella won’t know what to do with a baby brother. This makes me cry harder.

  “Maise?” he questions softly. “Why are you crying?”

  I don’t look at him but instead stare down at his hand on my stomach. Benton kicks his daddy which makes him chuckle.

  “Tell me,” Aut urges, his finger and thumb gripping my chin. He lifts my head so our eyes meet. “I want to know what’s gotten you so upset. I’m going to motherfucking fix it.”

  “Mudderfussing!” Bella squeals and throws her cookie in the air.

  I glare at Aut, my tears momentarily forgotten. “You did not just teach my baby to say that word!”

  He throws his head back and laughs. A deep, full belly laugh. Bella giggles, running in circles lifting her dress up to show us her belly. I find myself chuckling away my tears.

  “This, Aut,” I say sadly. “It’s going too fast. They’re growing up before our eyes. And Branson…”

  Leaning toward me, he swipes both of my cheeks with his thumbs and presses a kiss to my nose. “Little turtle, you should know the Banks live in the fast lane. It’s who we are.” He whispers the next part. “We’re motherfucking overachievers.”

  I laugh and let him hug me. “That we are.”

  “Come on,” he says as he stands. “Get your ass in gear while I clean up the cookie monster. We have a graduation to get to.”

  An hour later, we’re sitting in the gymnasium of Branson’s school. Bella toddles over to bother another kid while I snuggle against Aut. He hugs me tight and all is right in the world. The announcer begins calling each name. When a perfect kindergartener with inky black hair and eyes as green as grass walks across the stage with a toothless smile, I melt. My heart catches fire and burns to ashes.

  My little boy.

  Going to first grade.

  Before accepting his little diploma, he shields his eyes from the bright stage lights until he sees us. Once he locates us, he waves and hollers, garnering a chuckle from everyone in the room. “Hi, Mommy! Hi, Daddy!”

  Aut and I wave until he’s seated, his little legs kicking the air beneath him. The gowns they put them in swallow each kid. My little boy doesn’t look so grown. He looks just as innocent and young and perfect as the day his daddy placed his squirming body in my arms.

  Maybe I can keep him little for just a while longer after all…

  Aut

  The next day

  “Where’s Bella and Branson?” I question when I see my wife standing in my doorway.

  Her normally innocent eyes flicker wickedly. “Your mom dropped by and offered to watch them while I took you to lunch.” She waves a bag of food at me. “But I thought you’d rather me bring lunch to you.”

  I smirk at her as she waddles over to my desk. Maze looks hot as fuck when she’s knocked up. “Come here, bad girl. What do you have up your sleeve?”

  The emails in my inbox are screaming at me.

  My lunch meeting with an advertiser will have to be canceled.

  And the articles from three of my writers sent over for review need to be read ASAP.

  But Author Banks, the motherfucking Editor in Chief of The Dartmouth Daily, is busy. He’s got a drop-dead gorgeous woman standing in his office. A woman who is wearing a pretty summer dress with no goddamned bra on underneath.

  “Did Victor see those nipples?” I growl as I stand and storm past her to lock my office door.

  “So that’s why he stopped me in the hall to chat,” she teases with a naughty grin.

  “Bad, bad girl.”

  I wrap my arms around her from behind and claim her now-huge fucking tits. Thank you, babies. When I pinch her nipples, she moans. My cock presses painfully against her ass.

  “I learned it from you,” she tells me. Her hand reaches behind her to rub at my dick through my suit slacks. “Seems the student did school the teacher. Over and over and over again.”

  Twisting her in my arms, I then slip my fingers into her hair and kiss her pouty lips hard. God, this never gets old. I manage to tear my mouth from hers to guide her backward to the edge of my desk.

  “Wasn’t long ago when I fucked you like this on a desk at school. Now, I’m about to impale that greedy cunt on my desk. I’m going to make you drip all over my floor so the janitors have a fucking fit trying to get the stain out. When I’m stressed as fuck over a deadline, I’ll look at my favorite stain and jerk one off with you on my brain.”

  She laughs as she sits. “Why does that raunchy talk turn me on every time?”

  “Because you’re a dirty, bad girl, Maze. My dirty, bad girl.”

  I shove her dress up her hips. Her belly is swollen and huge, but it won’t stop me from fucking her. Hell, nothing stops me. Ever. My favorite place to be is between her thighs.

  “No panties either?” I question with a growl.

  “What are we going to do about that?” she muses aloud.

  Yanking out my cock, I ease into her wet opening, my eyes on hers and a grin on my face. “This. Just this.”

  She whimpers when I don’t pick up speed. “Faster, Aut.”

  “Tell me what your greedy cunt is going to do with this big cock, little turtle.”

  My thumb finds her clit, and I massage her as I slowly thrust into her.

  “My pussy is hungry,” she whispers.

  “Damn fucking right it is,” I tell her, dropping a kiss to her
neck just below her ear. “God you’re cute when you talk dirty.”

  “I learned from the best.”

  Nibbling at her ear lobe, I chuckle. “Class is always in session, Maze. I’ve got lots of things I’m going to teach you. Lots and lots of things. You were crying that life is over. But, beautiful…” I trail off and pull away to look at her heat-filled honey eyes.

  “But what?”

  “It’s just getting started.”

  The End

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