“What are you doing?” I’m taken aback.
“Taking you to prom,” he grabs my hand and slides the flower onto my wrist.
“But you’re so fancy and I’m-”
“Beautiful.” He finishes my sentence before pulling me close.
I rest my chin on his shoulder as he sways me to the music, and for the time being I forget we can no longer be this intimate, because everything right now is so complete.
“Thank you,” I whisper in his ear.
He pulls back, planting a kisses me on me with such finesse that I nearly loose my balance. It’s sweet, full of tenderness and devotion, much like the night of the play. He’s hard against my stomach and I moan as I move my hands lower.
“No, pretty girl,” he mutters, catching my hands and stopping me. He entwines his fingers through mine, holding on tighter. “Tonight we just dance.”
DEAD INSIDE
Prom.
He took me to prom.
In our own little way.
It’s not what I ever pictured.
It was better.
I’ll never forget prom.
We swayed until midnight in each other’s arms, holding each other as we danced, even through the fast songs, and despite the chilly late night air I stayed warm and cozy.
We watched in the distance, when everyone left the school. We stayed, and he wrapped his jacket around me and we watched the sun come up, talking well into the early hours of morning. He’d interrupt me every now and then with a kiss, but never anything more.
I close my eyes, remembering his words as he walked me to my car. You’re in for it tomorrow, Ms. Cunningham. That little dress you’re wearing is going to taunt me all day. I realize it’s already Sunday, and I’ll get to see him again tomorrow. Wear this again for me, will you? He skims the top part of my thighs before giving me one last kiss and shutting my car door.
I do as he asks, walking into school early Monday morning in my sundress.
I let my guard down and allow myself to sit with him in his office before school starts, and then again at lunch.
He still hasn’t touched me, but our banter is back. We’re joking, playing love, hate, no opinion through a Scrabble game.
During lab class, we’re at the computer lab, which is down the hall from his classroom, and when the bell rings the whole class is surprised when we enter the classroom. The desks are spread wide and not in their usual formation.
“I want to mimic the final exactly,” he explains. I can tell it’s a lie, but I’m immediately intrigued, wondering what he has up his sleeves. He starts assigning everyone seats as we wait patiently in the front.
“Oh look at that, I seemed to have miscalculated.” It’s the worst acting I’ve ever seen, but no one else notices.
“Luci,” he all but sings my name. “I’m sorry. I guess… um… huh - why don’t you go sit at the lab counter in the back?”
I head to the very back of the classroom, my eyes landing on the stool in front of the black lab table.
I can’t help my smile.
Unlike the other tables, this one has the sink attached, so it’s more of a counter, meaning I have to straddle the stool, rather than being able to place my feet directly in front of me. He’s planned this well. But, that’s not what has me shaking my head, grinning from ear to ear, causing his face to completely light up. Taped to the stool, with a small padded cushion underneath it, is some sort of mechanism - a bunch of pieces I recognize he’s using for his robot. Mostly, they’re it’s a cluster of mismatched things, clearly thrown together - a metal apparatus with a small rubber ball attached to the middle.
I look up at him again. He clearly expects me to sit on this. What is he planning? His wildness excites me and I’m already dripping as I place my bag on the floor and straddle the stool. I’m sitting higher than the rest of the class, but not quite eye level to him when he sits at his desk on the small platform, and the ball falls directly in line with my now very wet hole.
“It’s open book,” he says, and everyone sighs in relief, getting to work immediately.
To my utter horror, and delight, five minutes into class, I feel a light vibrating movement against me down there, coming from the stool. It’s the rubber ball, now rubbing, rotating. Not quite where I want it to, but close.
My eyes dart up, his dark gaze already on me. My panties are absolutely drenched and I can feel the sticky wetness hit me each time the ball pushes my underwear into me. My eyes widen as he actually gets up and makes his way down the row towards me.
A couple of people look up, but quickly go right back to their books. I hear them, turning the pages vigorously, but too busy to look, my gaze examining him as he approaches, his hand in his pockets, attempting to hide his hard on, I’m sure.
No one seems to detect it. Then again, I’m usually the only one who stares.
I look down, as he gets closer, pretending I’m actually focusing at my paper, even though we both know I haven’t written a damn thing down. He slides around the table, whispering in my ear.
“Not like this,” he presses his bulge against my back, and I lean into him as we both stare straight ahead.
He places a small remote on the table, smirking as he presses a button that increases the speed of the ball below. I can feel the quicker pace, as the metal gyrates around the sides of my upper thighs, moving the ball up and down, forward and back, in a small circular motion.
Ensuring no one is looking, he gently moves his hand up the front of my dress, lightly hissing once he feels how I’m so damn drenched. Gently lifting me, he moves my underwear to the side, letting the ball rest directly on my skin, sinking into my vagina.
“There we go,” he coos lowly. “And don’t you dare come.” He presses his thumb on my sweet spot, which the ball just misses. I realize he made it this way on purpose, just to torture me. He pushes his hardness into my back, matching the motion of his fingers.
I’m panting by the time his fingers leave me, giving him a protesting look as he places my dress back down.
“Watch me,” he says, grabbing back the remote and taking it with him. He strolls back to his desk, his left hand in his pocket, his right in his mouth, sucking my wetness off his fingers.
As soon as he sits, he lets out a small cough, leaning back. Only, I know he’s undoing his pants. His eyes are beckoning, but here I am, restrained in place; my hands face down on the cold lab counter, my legs spread wide underneath, with the thudding against me below, driving me mad.
My mouth falls open as I see the ever so slight movement of his shoulder, realizing he’s actually stroking himself underneath his desk. I remember our thrill, up against the door with all the people in the hallway on the other side, and then when I told him I wanted to watch him again.
He’s giving this to me, doing this for me.
His smirk drives me insane, and I can’t focus on anything other than his moving shoulder. It’s early, so he’s probably still on his head. I imagine how he’s playing with it, rubbing it between his fingers, maybe even use his palm and circling it. Next he’ll probably wrap his hand around his whole length, jerking it a few times before squeezing hard. That’s how he likes it. It’s what makes him come the fastest. Although, with me sitting here like this, I’m sure he’ll come fast enough as is.
The tops of my thighs are now completely soaked, and it only gets worse when he reaches his other hand up and presses the remote, increasing the ball speed yet again.
I flex my fingers, wishing I could just place them where I need it.
He laughs silently, his shoulder working faster, tugging on himself hard now.
I open my legs more and push myself down onto the ball, trying to alleviate the ache. I can just barely reach it like this. I try again, driving down hard. Another time. It’s just not hitting me where I want.
His grin lets me know he knows exactly what I’m trying to do, and he shakes his head. I don’t stop, bouncing faster, my hands balling agains
t the table. He’s moving his shoulder to match my speed, biting his lip, loving how desperate I am.
I close my eyes, frustrated, desperately wanting release. I can’t keep them closed for long, though. I’m too interested in watching him. I can tell he’s really pounding himself under the desk now.
He makes a face, and I know that look well.
Shit, he’s going to come.
He reaches over and pulls out a handful of tissues. He waits a second, as a few people look up upon hearing the noise. As soon as no one’s looking he places them under his desk. His eyes are on mine, hooded, and his mouth opens slightly. He gives me a wink before learning forward and biting his lip. He rocks in his chair and his shoulder is really moving now.
He’s coming.
I can practically taste it. God I love how it spills out of him, always so much, always with so much power, gushing like a damn river.
I’m about to loose it.
He silently laughs again as he shifts in his seat, no doubt putting himself away.
Stupid bastard.
He clears his throat.
“Please bring your tests up once you’ve finished, and if you need more time you may stay behind.” Of course no one will stay behind, except for me.
Everyone starts packing up, realizing the bell is about to ring. He presses the button again. Fuck, the ball is pounding me now. I stop my bouncing, since everyone is no longer focused on their tests, and instead ground myself into the chair, pressing down hard. The way it’s smacking into me feels so good.
Oh God, I want to come so badly!
The bell rings, and when the last person exits, he stands and shuts the door.
“Luci,” he turns around. “You’re being so good.”
I start my bouncing again, my face painted with need.
He walks over and wraps his arms around me from behind. “You want it so badly.”
I nod and I can’t help it, I grab my breasts and lightly pinch my nipples though the fabric. I let out a loud moan, feeling him smile against my neck.
“Oh, Luci,” he nudges my head to the side, grazing my nape with his lips before his tongue licks softly.
I groan loudly again.
“Please,” I beg as his hands move down to my thighs. He starts bouncing me faster than I’ve been able to do by myself. It’s so fucking good.
“Oh yes!”
His hand moves under my skirt.
“Yes, please!” I thrust towards him, because he’s not getting to me fast enough. He uses one hand to hold me down, bouncing me at an almost blurry rate, not as high as before, but lower, so much faster. His other hand finally finds my pulsing clit.
“Shh, I’ve got you, baby.”
I don’t think he makes it around more than once before I’m coming hard, falling back against him, my legs so far open, shaking.
“There you go,” he encourages in my ear.
I don’t have a chance to settle before another orgasm rapidly approaches. My lips find his neck as he starts thrusting against my back.
“You have no idea how you turn me on,” his warm breath hits my ear, and before I register what’s going on, he’s lifting me off the stool, carrying me across the room.
I’m on cloud nine as he sits in his chair and slides himself into my swollen, wet folds. I’m already moving, grinding his cock in me.
“Fuck, Luci,” he leans back. “Yeah, ride me!” My breath is still coming hard as I chase another orgasm. “Oh ride it!” He shouts, moving back and forth in his chair, his hips beating into me. “Uh, take my cock! Take it!” He cries, and I bounce faster, feeling as he swells inside me.
Shit, he’s so hard!
I freeze.
“If this is payback I’m sorry,” he pants. “Don’t stop, please. Keep riding me, baby. You make my cock feel so good.”
I smile at his need as I slide off of him, and bend down to kiss engorged head, sucking slightly. A drop of pre-come leaks out and I stop, giving him a few minutes to settle down before sitting on him again, this time facing backwards.
He shoves himself forward, just as I sink down and we’re bouncing again, a steady rhythm. He pulls the front of my dress down and plays with my nipples.
“Josh, Josh!” I plead, feeling him twitch inside me each time I say his name. His hands move lower, rubbing my clit.
“Yes, make me come again,” I prod. He brings me there immediately and I cry out.
“Oh fuck yes!” He gasps. “Pull on me with your pussy,” he moans, and I too feel myself grasping around him, rubbing and coursing his come out. “I’m going to come!” He shouts, thrashing forward, starting to stand so he can pull out, but I’m too into it. I want to feel his release. I grind against him hard, pushing him back down into the chair.
“Fuck, Luci I can’t,” he pants, but he doesn’t stop his hammering. “I’m coming! Oh, I can’t stop!”
“Yes,” I plead, bouncing faster, feeling his liquid surge inside me.
“AHH!” He shouts, his cock throbbing wildly, it’s really pouring into me now. I can feel the additional liquid and strong bursts each time they hit. “I’m coming inside you!” He cries. “Shit, oh Luci it’s so good,” he grunts. “Take my come! Yeah! Take my come! Take it!”
His sounds slowly become incoherent, but his hips remain pumping, still coming, and I don’t even make it to public speaking.
The following morning, he’s distraught. I can tell as I pass him on my way to the gym. He’s outside his classroom, but Madison is lurking nearby, so I can’t ask him what’s wrong, which kills me.
He meets me by my locker just before lunch and we walk to his office together.
“So what is it?” I whisper.
His lip curls up and his fingers brush his chin.
“A couple of things,” he sighs. “It’s kind of awkward, and I’m not sure if I’m overstepping a boundary. I debated all night, tortured myself if I should even say anything,” he lets out another sigh. “And then on the other hand, on a totally separate topic, there’s something I’ve been selfishly avoiding.”
My stress is at an all time high as I sit in his desk chair, watching him expectantly.
“I don’t want this to come out the wrong way,” he assures me. “And I’ll pay for whatever doctor’s appointment you need, and the medicine… but maybe you should take that morning after pill. After what happened yesterday.”
“Oh!” I throw my head back, relaxing, as my stomach unknots itself. “No, I’m on birth control.”
“You are? Since when?”
“Since right before the play,” I make a face. “I didn’t say anything… because…” My voice trails off. Do I tell him the truth? Because I thought it would be far too intimate? That it’ll only make me fall in love with him even more?
“Because…” I continue. “I thought it might be too much. But then, what you did for me this weekend, with prom… I felt it was the right time.”
His face is pained, and I’m not sure why. Surely we must be on the same page by now. Why else would he have gone out of his way like he did?
“I have to talk to you though,” his voice is shaky. “I’ve been trying to for a while now.”
Is he so tense because he’s scared of what I might think? Surely he shouldn’t be, my feelings have been nothing but clear.
“Every time I’ve attempted to, something happens, and I just can’t get it out,” he rubs his neck. “Because what I’m going to say will change everything.”
I want to tell him that it’s okay, being in love with someone does that, and I decide to make things easier for him, since undoubtedly he’s going to tell me what I want to hear. Maybe that’s what this was about the whole time, his fear over his true feelings.
I can’t take his struggle.
“My chemistry teacher, Josh Harrington,” I blurt the words out, meeting his puzzled look. “Love, hate, or no opinion.”
“Oh, Luci,” his face falls, bewildered and mystified, watching as I approach him.
“Love,” I answer my own question. “Very in love.”
Knock Knock
My eyes go wide at possibly the worst timing in history.
Knock Knock
“Josh? Hello?”
Knock Knock
“Fuck,” he closes his eyes, and when they open, the once alluring color is replaced with pure agony. “What is she doing here,” he whispers under his breath.
I’ll never forget the look on his face as the next few moments unfold.
“Luci,” his expression cuts through me. “I shouldn’t have waited, Luci. I should’ve said something earlier, and I’m so, so sorry.” He offers me one last final look before getting up.
It has goodbye written all over it.
I think I died in that very instant.
“I’m sorry, and I hope you’ll let me explain,” he pleads.
Knock Knock
“Holly,” he opens the door with a plastered on smile as a lady walks in. At first, I think she’s a teacher I don’t know. I notice her big belly before I recognize her familiar face, but can’t place where I’ve seen her before.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you had a student in here,” she smiles at me, and then back at him, expectantly.
The movies! It’s the lady I saw him with at the movies in the beginning of the year. Josh clears his throat, his face pale, looking at the floor as he speaks.
“Holly, this is Luci, Luci, this is Holly… my, ugh, wife.”
Moments between us flash before me, his words ringing in my ears.
His wife?
His pregnant wife?
“Luci!” She squeals. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
She walks in further, blabbing away. I pick up the words “favorite student” and “he can’t stop talking about you.”
I can’t breathe.
In fact, I don’t think I am.
My chest is tight.
“Are you okay, honey?” She asks.
I say nothing as I walk out the door and dart to the bathroom. I barely make it two steps before the sobs hit me.
I lock myself in a stall and sit on the toilet fully clothed, dry heaving, waiting for the vomit that’s in my stomach to make its way up.
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