“Let’s get you home,” I say and sit up. I can’t just sleep with her. For some unknown godly reason, I need more from her than just a quick screw.
I notice that I’m the only one kneeling and I look down and see the horror on her face. Kennedy had tears welling in her eyes and I felt a direct hit to the gut. “What’s wrong?”
Kennedy is rubbing her bottom lip with her thumb and sits up calmly. “You, uh, you don’t want me that way. It’s okay. I should, uh, I should, um, go home.”
I feel panic throughout my body and I fear I’m losing her and the thought had me sick to my stomach. “No, I want you. Kennedy. Please you have to realize how beautiful you are to me.” Is it wrong that I want to place her hand on my dick in order for her to know that I’m telling the truth? My dick is so hard that it’s ridiculous.
A few tears were sliding down her face and I felt the hit in my heart. “Is it because I’m inexperienced?”
“No, I want you to want me as much as I want you.” This conversation isn’t going the way I want it to go, I’m nervous as hell that this is going to be the end of it.
“I do, though.” The desperation was evident in her voice and it made me want to jump her and tell her to go home at the same time.
“Stop. We don’t need to rush things. My baby, come on. We should get you home.”
Chapter Eleven
Kennedy
I feel like a child compared to him. I’m like this little kid who doesn’t know anything next to him and I feel as if he knows that I am one.
One thing is for sure, I do need to get home. My phone is ringing and buzzing; I know it’s Nixon trying to tell me that it’s time to go home. Which it probably is. I don’t need Daddy scouring the streets looking for me. He would be so mad.
Petulantly, I pick myself up off the platform and walk away from him. Once I’m to my car, he grabs my arm and spins me around. I feel the metal of my car against my back and I’m aroused along with scared of what is going to happen.
Truthfully, I’m scared to lose my virginity. I don’t know why, but I have always wondered if it was going to hurt. Briana said that she had sex and she cried afterwards. And I don’t want to feel that way at all. It’s scary to not know what it’s going to feel like.
“There is no reason for you to be upset, Kennedy. I want to sleep with you, but I have a feeling you are a virgin.” I look down at the ground and wince. He found me out and I’m freaked out. Is he going to find out that I’m only sixteen now? “Yeah, you are. Aren’t you?”
I nod and he pulls on my chin to get me to look at him.
“I want you to trust me, my baby. I want you to trust me to be truthful and honest to you before we have sex. Let’s build on that and then we can. Okay? Because when you give yourself to me, it will be truly beautiful and the greatest day of my life.”
Quietly and quickly, I let myself into my car and start it. I didn’t want to talk about this anymore because I’m so scared that he’s going to find out how young I am. There’s a fear in my stomach of him never talking to me again and I couldn’t stand that.
Isaac is so hot and sweet. Damn it! I’m going to do it. I’m going to sleep with him. I have to. I have to know what it feels like to give myself to someone.
I turn around quickly and drive back to the park where Isaac is just starting his car. After throwing my car into park, I jump out of it and run over to him.
“Did you forget something?” He asks me.
I wink, hopefully sexily. “Yes,” I murmur as I jump onto his body. He easily picks me up, cradling me close to his chest.
“You don’t have to do this…” He hedges.
I nod. “I want to. I want to with you.”
He’s walking backwards to the platform we were just on and he lays me on it. Carefully, he covers my body with his own, our hands intertwined on either side of my head. His lips are massaging mine seductively.
I feel heat and passion pool between my thighs.
His hands trace the outlines of my body up and down causing me to shiver from his touch. Every time he touches me, I shiver and crave more.
“More,” I please against his lips.
Isaac’s fingers reach into my shorts, under my panties and feels the top of my sex. I about come off the platform. His fingers are testing and teasing me all at the same time. They are too much. Way too much for me right now.
That’s when I feel it.
Chapter Twelve
Isaac
The woman has to be angel.
Her body is absolutely, fucking beautiful and she looks like she’s begging to be debauched. A beautiful angel shouldn’t star in some of these fantasies I have her in right now.
I feel her pussy and her skin is silky smooth. She has a landing stripe that leads me to her little, untouched pussy begging for me. I use two fingers to part her lips and the pad of my middle finger to rub her clit.
Kennedy’s body vibrates and shakes underneath me. I know she’s close from me rubbing her clit, she’s moaning against my lips, begging for more.
I venture lower and ease a finger into her tight hole. She flutters around me, moaning into the night.
“Yes, my baby,” I murmur into her mouth. I can feel she’s about to come.
“Are you going to come?” I ask.
She nods her head and lets out a shriek. “Oh god!”
Without letting her come down from her high, I use my free hand to push my pants down to free myself and strip her out of her shorts. She’s bare, in front of me and waiting for me.
“This is it. It’s going to hurt for a minute, it will start to feel good, I promise.”
Kennedy nods. “Okay.”
I line myself up to her and slowly, very slowly, slip my dick through the untried muscles of her pussy.
She sucks up air, trying to breathe through the intrusion. I do my best to not plow through her muscles. Everything in me wants to take her quick and fast but I know she needs slow.
I kiss her sweet lips, rotating my hips a little at a time to get her used to me. She’s moaning a little and her eyes are squeezed shut.
“Open your eyes, my baby. Let me see you.”
Her eyes snap open letting me see into her soul. “Are you ready?” I ask.
“There’s more?” She blurts squeezing her muscles around me.
I only have the tip in. “Yes.”
“Okay, give me everything!” She murmurs bravely.
Slowly and methodically, I feed her more of my dick until I’m at my root. Kennedy moans into the night clawing at my back. I take that for she’s ready for more.
All the blood in my body flows into my dick and I piston my hips harder and quicker inside her. We’re chasing the other’s tongue with our tongue trying to get closer. She wraps her legs around my body, squeezing me.
That’s when I let go. I have to. I have to let go and give her everything I have. “I’m going to come,” I mumble against her lips.
She nods. “Okay, Isaac. Give it to me.”
I break our kiss and throw my head back trying to hold onto the feeling of being with her for the first time. She’s absolutely amazing for being a virgin. Everything about her makes me want to bottle these thoughts and feelings away so I can relive them forever.
I can’t hold back any longer.
Kennedy claws at my back until I look at her and when I do, I fill her. She’s amazing.
“Absolutely beautiful,” I mumble against her lips.
Chapter Thirteen
Kennedy
The drive home is quiet and fast. I didn’t think too much about how much trouble I could be getting into when I get home, but I knew it couldn’t be too bad. Daddy didn’t punish me often so I knew he wouldn’t.
As I got out of the car, I notice that every single one of the lights in the house were on. I let myself into the front door and sneak up the stairs in vain. I already knew that they were awake so there wasn’t anything that could save me from being in trouble.
“Kennedy Jackie White!”
Shit.
I stop mid stair and turn around to see Mommy and Daddy at the bottom of the stairs. “Hi, guys…” I whisper.
Daddy is shaking his head and I heard my phone buzz. Shit. Daddy and Mommy hate when I was out late, but they also hate when my phone goes off in the middle of the night. I’m in so much trouble.
Mommy held her hand out to me and point to my phone that I was crushing into my hand. “Phone, Kennedy. You need to hand that to me right now.”
My hand was in midair as I hand it off and Daddy snatches it out of my hand. He opens up my text message and I cringe as I hope Isaac didn’t text me. That would be horrible!
Ohmigawd, I would be in so much more trouble right now if they found out I was out with some guy.
“It’s a little late, don’t you think?” Daddy says as he holds out my phone to show me the message.
NIXON: Mm and d are waiting for you. mad!!!
Thanks for the head’s up!
“Yes, I’m so sorry. I went out for a drive… I couldn’t concentrate on my paper I was writing.” Mostly, that is a lie. I am sorry, I did go for a drive, but it wasn’t because of a paper. I get straight A’s in school and it pisses Nixon off because he barely got by.
When I was little, I excelled at school. My brain picked and soaked everything up like a Bounty paper towel. No matter what I was reading, I remembered it. Mommy and Daddy took me to a childhood psychologist because I refused to make friends and he just said that it’s normal for people like me to be shy. Well, I’m still shy, but I can make some friends now.
“Yeah right. Is this what we have to look forward to?” Daddy asks as he slips my phone in his pocket. “Our perfect daughter out all night.”
I shake my head and look down in shame. I hate being in trouble. It’s something that I try to avoid at all costs. The disappointing looks are enough to make me sick. “I promise not to do it again. Daddy, Mommy, I’m sorry.”
Mommy nods her head, Daddy points up the stairs. “Sube las escaleras a la cama . Vamos a hablar de esto mañana.”
Slowly, I turn and walk up the stairs and that is when I remember that Daddy still had my phone. “But my-”
“Bed!” Daddy growls at me and I ran up the remaining stairs.
I touch my fingers to my lips and drop onto my bed. Everything was going perfect with Isaac and I didn’t want anything to get messed up. Knowing that I should probably text him to let him know that I respect his decision, I remember that Daddy has my phone.
Chapter Fourteen
Isaac
My night is full of thoughts of being with Kennedy.
Every time I kiss her lips, I remember the feeling of them on my mind. Every time I close my eyes, I thought of her.
When my alarm wakes me up to start my new job, I feel as if I only slept an hour. Shit! I throw off the covers and begin to get ready for my day.
Today, I start my new sub job in the high school and I’m excited as hell. When I started down the path of being a teacher, I wanted to teach high school. I like that they didn’t need me as much or ask me where babies come from. I like that they were independent and self-sufficient.
Don’t get me wrong, the kids are adorable in elementary school. You just had to watch everything you say around them.
ME: hey my baby
I text about a half hour ago and I haven’t heard anything back from her. It’s been perfect radio silence and I’m beginning to wonder if I fucked up by sleeping with her. She’s not a quick lay for me and I’m hoping she realizes that I want something real with her.
ME: you get home okay
School is about to start so I park my car in the teacher’s lot and run through it to get in. I’m not sure where I have to go, but I’m hoping it’s not too far. Teenagers are running past me into the school and I follow them into the building.
The hallways are white with pictures of the students all over them and they are loud with teenagers yelling back and forth. I pull out my sheet of paper that held my notes of where I am goingand walk a few classrooms down.
Three teal doors later, I walk into my new classroom. I take a deep breath and walk straight to my new desk and set down my backpack. On the desk, there are a bunch of notes including a class roll call. There’s about thirty or so names on it and I pull out the chair at the desk. A few of their heads snap up to look at me but I’m not ready to introduce myself yet.
I grab a marker off the white board and write my name on it. After it’s on there, I clear my throat and look at the students. “Hello, my name is Mr. Emerson and I’m your substitute teacher. We are going to start with roll call.”
Once the roll call sheet is in my hand, I scan the sleepy faces until I catch one face that is buried in her hands.
“Oh, fuck me.”
Chapter Fifteen
Kennedy
I had sex with my teacher! Ohmigawd. I’m a whore! What the hell have I done?
“Ah! Sub swore!” A few people catcall and I look down at my desk in shame. This is awful!
Isaac is looking right at me and I can feel my face heat up to a thousand degrees worth of embarrassment. All of my classmates are looking back and forth between us like they are watching a tennis match and I want to die.
Quick, should I fake an illness?
Before any ideas come to me, my fellow classmates (the a*holes that I’m forced to go to school with) all start shouting. I knew it wouldn’t take long before they caught his eyes as they stare at me. “He’s looking at Savage!”
“Teach is looking at Savage!”
Before I can burst out in tears, Isaac clears his throat and takes a hard look at everyone. “It’s very rude to call people names. Take your seats and let’s do roll.”
My body is still buzzing from his touch and his mouth. We only had sex once, but my body feels every bit of it over and over again. I can’t help it.
I slept with my teacher and now he knows I lied about my age! Well, technically, I never told him how old I was… So, I really didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell him I was a high schooler!
I want to melt into my seat. Anything to get me out of here!
He’s a teacher. Oh my god. Isaac is a teacher! What the fuck!
Even as he teaches, he doesn’t look at me once. I know he hates me! I know he hates me that I lied and ruined his reputation. I ruined everything.
The next forty-eight minutes pass uneventfully and painstakingly awkward. I have no idea what he’s even talking about and I want to pull my phone out to text him. Let him know how sorry I am for lying about my age; but Daddy still has my phone.
Thank goodness that I get good grades in this class and subject because I’m not listening to a word he is saying. It’s almost like listening to Daddy and Mommy fighting in Spanish. You can kind of make out what they are yelling but not really. Not enough to actually make sense of what they are angry about.
I all but jump out of my seat when the bell rings and I stuff everything into my backpack. Normally, I take my time and make sure that everything is in order in my bag, but now I’m racing against the clock. My goal is to get out of here before he can call after me.
Successfully, I have made it to my locker to exchange books without having to talk to anyone and I’m happy about it.
At this point, I should have known not to celebrate early.
With the banging of lockers, screaming of everyone and teachers talking loudly telling everyone to shut up, it was then that my books are knocked out of my hands. Dalton Grayson is the son of one of Daddy’s friends in the club and he has it out for me. Every time I try to avoid him, he does something to make it known that he’s there.
“What, Savage, did you think that I wouldn’t find you?” His voice is deeper than most and his chin is developed in the way teenagers get when they hit puberty. Dalton is filling out in his chest and his blond hair is slick back in a pony. I used to think he was cute until he would open his mouth.
“Uh, hi… Dalton,” I squeak out as I bend over to grab my books off the floor and stuff them into my backpack.
Several of my peers have stop to watch the altercation and I shiver because I know they know that Dalton hates me. “My dad says you have to go out with me. Our dads set up. I will pick you up at 10 on Friday.” He starts walking away from me and I let out a noise. This causes him to look at me with disdain. “You should be happy that I’m even considering this. You’re nothing but a savage!” Dalton spins and walks away.
I feel a hand grasp my elbow as I make my way up off the dirty hallway floor. “Kennedy, what was that about?” Isaac asks and I shake off his grip.
“I don’t need your help! See you in class, Mr. Emerson!” I call as I run down the hall to the bathroom. Once I’m inside, I lock myself in a stall and begin to cry. I cry because Dalton is right. Daddy wants me to be with him to work out some alliance and I hate it. We have discussed it several times when I mention how I want to go away to college.
The warning bell rings and I gather myself together and wash my hands in the sink. It’s weird leaving the bathroom without washing my hands and even if I don’t do my business, I always feel like I have to wash my hands.
My back hits the door as I leave out of the bathroom and I look up at Dalton. “What did you tell the teacher?”
“No-nothing. I wouldn’t do that,” I murmur and look down at the ground. I hate that I feel as if I’m so inferior to him.
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