by Madison Faye
But I’m not letting go, and neither is she. I can feel her pulse racing where our hands are clasped, and I can feel her fingers squeezing hard.
“Step away, sir,” The cop says again, and the group of them start to move towards us.
“Fuck off,” I growl.
Which is really the last thing you should say to a group of cops.
I can hear Ellie screaming as they yank her away when they tackle me, and it only fuels my fury as I try and shake them off and get back to her. But there are three of them holding me down, and all I can do is strain against them and roar as a female officer drags Ellie away to one of the cars.
And then she’s gone, and I’m still raging to get free, still roaring at them to fuck off and let me be when they slap the cuffs on and drag me away.
But the worse part is, I don’t get to say it. The worse part is, the words that’ve been bubbling to the surface for weeks now - the words I’ve never said to anyone - are right there.
Only now it’s too late.
Chapter 24
Ellie
And then it’s over, just like that.
At the police station, there are a million questions, and then even one of the junior Deans of the college asking me over and over if I want to press charges.
What? No.
No, I just want them to let me go and let me get back to the man that I lo-
It’s that thought that eventually has me breaking down into tears, because right then I know it’s true, and I know it’s been true.
I love him, and I’m getting that now that the whole thing is blowing up in my face.
The police and the Dean want me to sign this absurd statement about Liam pressuring me and being “professionally irresponsible”, but I refuse, again and again. Eventually, they try and call my parents, which is mortifying, until I hear my dad threatening a lawsuit over the phone if they don’t let me walk out of there right then.
The let me go five minutes later, and I collapse into Ally’s waiting arms as the tears finally come.
*****
Originally, after that horrible night, the school had wanted to kick me out after I refused to sign anything, until my parents showed up the next day with a lawyer and litigation paperwork. When I’d gone to meet them outside my dorm when they arrived, I’d held my breath, feeling my cheeks burn and waiting for the “this was so irresponsible” talk.
But it never came, because as it turns out, my parents were actually really cool about it. My mom hugged me and stroked my back when I started to cry, telling me it was going to be okay. And my dad just wanted to make Liam hadn’t hurt me, and once he saw how opposite the situation was, I think he knew.
I think they both could see it on my face that this wasn’t some sordid affair, or a mistake, or some sort of experimentation.
It was real, right there on my face, and they knew it.
And here we are a week later, and it’s like the sun’s gone away.
A week later, and everything’s changed. Liam’s gone, and I’ve been told part of his pending charges from the college involve him not being in contact with me; phones, email, all of it. Plus he’s been barred from campus. And that’s the worst part, not knowing where he is or what’s going on.
I should feel scandalized - and believe me, there’s plenty of scandal surrounding it - just from walking around campus, but I just don’t care.
Because I just want him. The looks, the arched eyebrows, the whispers - none of it matters, because I know how I feel. And I know what happened between Liam and I might be frowned on, but it wasn’t wrong. I know that now. It’s something people might not understand, but that doesn’t make it bad.
I’m in class - his class - but of course, it’s not Liam up a the podium anymore. Susan, the department head has taken over Liam’s lectures, and so it’s her up there now, talking about who knows what. Because I can’t focus, especially here in this room that reminds me of him. I’m also no longer sitting front and center like I did before, because, well, I just can’t.
Susan is mid-sentence when the door to the lecture hall suddenly slams open, and my heart jumps right up into my throat.
It’s Liam; here, standing right there and looking right at me.
Susan whirls as he storms in and starts to shake her head and wag her finger. “Oh no, Mr. Martin! You are not supposed to-”
“Uh-huh,” he growls dismissively, moving right past her and never taking his deep dark eyes off of me.
There’s a titter through the crowd of assembled students, but I barely even hear them over the roar of my pulse in my ears.
He’s here; he came back.
He came back for me.
“Mr. Martin!” Susan’s voice is shrill as she scowls at him with her hands on her hips. “I suggest you leave immediately!”
He stops at the front of the class, looking up at the theater seating to where I’m sat towards the back of the room.
“Mr. Mar-”
“Oh, shut it,” he says, shushing Susan. He winks as he looks up at me, and I’m standing before I can stop myself, totally ignoring the whispers and the shocked gasps around me as I do.
“Ellie Thompson?” Liam’s eyes blaze as he starts to climb the stairs to where I am, his eyes never leaving mine. There’s a gasp from the crowd, but I’m not even seeing them as I push past people in my row and start to move down the stairs towards him.
“Mr. Martin!” Susan shrieks from behind him. “Miss Thompson, sit down!”
But her words wash right over me, and the room almost fades away in slow motion as I’m suddenly crashing into his arms. He’s kissing me, and I’m crying as I throw my arms around him and kiss him back.
He pulls back, those dark, brooding eyes looking right into me. “I love you,” he says, his voice even. “I love you, Ellie, and I’m never going to stop loving you.”
And right then, nothing else matters. Right then, the final piece click into place, and despite the whispers and the giggles and the pointed fingers, it’s perfect.
“I love you too,” I whisper into his lips before moaning as he kisses me again.
“You know,” I say, grinning as I pull back. “I’m pretty sure you’re barred from campus.”
“Oh I’m positive I am.”
I giggle, biting my lip and slowly shaking my head as I stare up at him, right there on the lecture hall steps. “So what are you doing here?”
I shriek as he picks me up suddenly in his arms and whirls us around to the the gasps and cat calls of the crowd as he starts to carry me down the stairs. “Sweeping you of your feet and stealing you away from here,” he says.
“Sounds perfect to me.”
Ellie
And steal me away he did, from the small town college to the big city - New York, actually. Four years later, and we’re still here, and still wildly happy
The initial fallout was bad, of course, and even my parents with being as cool as they are weren’t exactly happy to see me drop out of an ivy league school. Of course, when I got into another one, they got on board with the situation. It took some finagling, but after I left Hardham, I managed to transfer my credits and qualify for academic scholarship stuff at Columbia for the next semester, which is where I ended up finishing out my undergraduate degree.
It helps that I had a glowing recommendation letter from my english professor.
Ally was pissed, of course, when she found out I was leaving, but she got it. She ending up meeting a wonderful guy of her own that next semester, and as it turns out, she ended up getting a job offer here in New York when she graduated.
Ted last exactly three more weeks at Hardham after I left before he got busted trying to slip something into a girl’s drink at a party. He was arrested on drug and intent to assault charges and kicked out of school.
Liam’s hard at work in our living room, writing his newest book. And I know he’s on a deadline with the tour for the smash hit he wrote right after we moved here, but I’m sorry to s
ay that’s not going to stop me.
Besides, I’m six months pregnant and the hormones are crazy.
He chuckles as he feels me come up behind him and rub his shoulders, but his tone changes as I slip my hands down into his lap and rub his cock through his pants.
“Honey, I need to write.”
“Oh do you?”
He turns and groans as he sees me int he plaid skirt, the knee-high socks, and the glasses, with my hair up in pigtails. “Too busy for the little schoolgirl you knocked up?” I say, rubbing the bump on my bare belly beneath my full breasts which have somehow gotten even bigger and more sensitive with the pregnancy.
His eyes flare as he sees me, and I shiver at that hungry wolfish look he gets in his eyes. “Nope. Works done.”
He slams the laptop shut, and I giggle as he scoops me up and pushes me back onto the couch behind me. I gasp as he pushes my skirt up and growls at my bare little pussy, and then I’m crying out as his tongue slides into my wet lips. His hands are strong on my thighs, pushing my legs back as he pushes his tongue deep into my aching pussy.
“Mmm, not so fast, mister,” I groan, pushing him back and sitting up. I tug at his belt and push his jeans down over his hips, cooing as his thick cock bounces out. I let my tongue slip out, wetting my lips as I dip my head to take him in my mouth.
But he’s pulling me around, and I whimper as I feel him slide my body up to his mouth and settle me above him as his tongue delves back between my legs. I moan loudly and then lean forward to wrap my plump lips around his cock, slurping wetly at the head and letting my hands stoke his shaft and his big, heavy balls. I moan around him as he tongues my clit, and I can feel my nipples dragging electrically over his abs.
I can feel Liam swelling up in my mouth, and I can feel my own body begin to tense and writhe as his tongue drives me up to that edge. But then he’s pulling away from me and spinning me around. I moan as I feel him position my hips over his, and when his ft cock begins to slide deep inside of me, I cry out and rake my nails down his chest.
“You know, pretty soon, you’re not going to want me like this, when I’m all huge,” I say, biting my lip as I start to ride up and down his shaft.
“Dream on, honey,” he growls, thrusting deep inside of me. “There will never be a day when I get tired of fucking this perfect, tight little pussy.” I moan as his hands come up to my big, full breasts, cupping them and letting his fingers roll over my nipples. He starts to pump up inside me harder and deeper, and I can feel my whole body begin to melt around him.
Liam groans, and I can feel his cock start to swell inside of me as I start to lose it.
“Now, come for me baby,” he growls into my lips, his hand cupping my breasts and his cock driving into me again and again as I start to fall. “Come all over my big cock.”
I cry out, and as I feel him erupt inside of me and feel his hot cum fill me, I bring my lips to his ear as the orgasm tears through me. “Yes, Professor.”
The End
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Freshman: A First Time Novel
Madison Faye
Chapter 1
Christina
I'd known Tyler Weaver for years, ever since he and his wife Rebecca had moved in a couple streets down from us. They'd seemed like nice enough people for the neighborhood, even if they didn't have any kids for the rest of us to play with. Still though, they were younger than most of our parents, and Mr. Weaver had been in a pretty well known touring rock band when he was younger; I mean how fucking cool was that? They’d had some success and a few hits, he’d met Rebecca, and they’d settled down probably around the same time our family had moved in to the neighborhood. He'd always seemed so cool to me, with his shaggy hair and causal jeans and t-shirt look, and his totally hot tattoos.
They also had a glassed-in indoor pool, which was amazing - especially in a place with weather like New England - and they’d made it clear that any of the neighborhood kids could use it provided they had a chaperone with them. To my and my best friend Anna? That pretty much made them the coolest people we knew back then.
It was later, after training wheels had long since turned into training bras, and awkward phases had turned into awkwardly giggles about boys on the phone with our friends, when I'd first ended up working for them. Tyler was retired from the road and they had plenty of money, but he ran a cool indie record label out of their guest house, complete with a small recording studio. Rebecca did something with real estate, I guess just to keep busy since they were apparently set with the royalties Tyler’s old hits brought in. But between them, I guess they finally decided they need some assistance around the house, and since I lived right around the corner and they knew my parents, I was hired. I mostly did light chores, and some online social media stuff for Mr. Weaver’s label, and all-in-all, it was a pretty sweet first paying job.
I mean it was a great job. The Weaver's did well and paid well, and while most of my other friends started their first jobs in soul-sucking retail jobs, or scooping ice-cream, or waiting tables, I pretty much got paid to hang out by the pool all summer. They had to change things up during the school year of course, but I still worked for them on weekends here and there. I did the same thing the next summer, and as I finished my senior year the next summer, it seemed working for the Weavers was going to be the only job I needed before I went off to college. And the perks really were awesome. They always had a stocked fridge, an incredible music collection, and again, they paid great. And between Tyler hanging around the guest house studio or working on his motorcycle in the garage, and Rebecca being off on open houses all the time, I basically had the place to myself.
It was that last summer though, when things started to change; big time.
We lived in a fairly small, close-knit neighborhood, so it’s not like it was a secret that Tyler and Rebecca were “having problems”, as my mother put it. There were small things at first, like the fact that he came alone to a neighborhood barbecue, or rumors that she wasn’t even sleeping in their house anymore. But it was that last summer when the news finally broke that they were splitting up.
“She cheated on him, apparently,” Anna said, take a swig of lemonade and arching her eyebrows at me over the island counter in her kitchen. “Can you even imagine cheating on a guy like Tyler Weaver?” Anna made a fanning motion against her face as she panted dramatically, making me crack up.
