Mr. D: Black Mountain Academy

by Alta Hensley

  “Do you think he knows I’m with you?” I asked. “That’s why he painted WHORE. Maybe he thinks you and I are… well, you know.”

  “Possibly,” Mr. D said as he kept his eyes on the road, but then looked into the rearview mirror. “Do you have any idea who could be doing this? Any enemies? Any past boyfriends you did wrong?”

  “I don’t have any enemies, and no real boyfriends to speak of.”

  He quickly glanced at me. “No boyfriends? Come on. You’re a beautiful girl, and I seriously doubt you’ve lived the life of a nun.”

  “I’m not claiming to be a nun. But no real relationships in my life. Not like you think or would define as a boyfriend anyway. Have I hooked up with a few? Yeah,” I said, feeling my face heat over the fact that I was admitting to having sex with men of my past to my principal. Also… Mr. D called me beautiful. “But nothing serious. I doubt anyone cares enough about me—hate or love—to follow me to Black Mountain and watch my every move.”

  “You said you weren’t sure if the stalking started in Black Mountain or L.A.”

  “Well, no one painted WHORE on my wall in L.A., but you’re right. I have no idea when this truly started and why.”

  “Has anyone had a crush on you? Made a move on you that you rejected?” he asked. I had already answered these questions to the police, but I didn’t mind answering them again.

  I shook my head. “I think you’re giving my sexual prowess far too much credit. I’m what you would call the classic wallflower. I prefer to keep to myself.”

  “What about that kid Kevin you’re friends with? Is he secretly lusting after you?”

  I laughed. “Oh my god, no. There is nothing between Kevin and me, and never has been. There’s been plenty of opportunity and no moves made. We come from the same dysfunctional world and bonded that way. If anything, the guy would feel for me. Who knows, he could have a stalker of his own. He’s used to the paparazzi, the craziness, and he just wants a normal life. He’s desperately searching for it, and camping outside my house would really put a damper on the social life he’s working so hard on. I really don’t think it’s someone who finds me desirable. I’m just not that interesting.”

  “Maybe you think so, but as I hunted down your mother today, I saw a lot of old magazine photos with you in them. Paparazzi loved you just as much as your mother. You didn’t tell me you acted in a movie before.”

  My stomach coiled. “Against my will. I hated every second of it, but my mother and Bill made me. They thought I’d be perfect for the role, and at first I liked the extra attention I was getting from my mother, but like with all things, she got bored. I, on the other hand, got stuck living and going to school on set. Miserable wouldn’t be a strong enough word to describe my dip into the movie biz.”

  “But actors get stalkers. It’s normal. So, maybe yours comes from that time period.”

  “Maybe… or from all the parties I’ve been to. My mother went on a party kick for a while and had one almost every night. There were constant people flowing in and out of the house. A lot of drugs, sex, and creeps.”

  “Does anyone stand out from the parties? Someone who made a sexual pass? Someone who gave you a bad feeling?”

  I chuckled. “I’ve lost count. Frankly, there was a sea of men who got too grabby. Power, wealth, and stardom gives many a free pass.”

  “And let me guess… your mother did nothing.”

  I didn’t answer. Did I need to? Mr. D was slowly getting the picture of my life.

  “So, what do you want for dinner?” Mr. D asked. I had never been more grateful for a change of subject as I was right then.

  “Whatever you want. I’ll cook. It’s the least that I can do.”

  He took his focus away from the road and looked at me with raised eyebrows. “You cook?”

  “Well… no. But I could try.”

  Mr. D laughed loudly. “I would rather we not experiment tonight. I’m starving. How about we swing by this great Mexican restaurant down the mountain and get takeout?”

  “Sounds great,” I said, noticing how we were once again getting dinner someplace not in the heart of Black Mountain.

  I didn’t blame the man one bit.

  “Mr. D…” I said softly. “Could you get in a lot of trouble for doing this for me? Could you lose your job?”

  He licked his lips, tensed his shoulders and nodded. “It wouldn’t look good. There’s no way around how this appears. Legally I can’t get into trouble because you aren’t a child. But the board would rip me to shreds.” He glanced over at me. “But regardless, I make my own decisions. I’ve never been one to march to the beat of conformity. If it gets out that I stepped in to help you, I’ll stand by my decision. Fuck anyone who tries to judge me for it.”

  “I promise I won’t tell a soul.”

  “I appreciate that,” he said. “But at the same time, you aren’t my dirty little secret, Corrine. Don’t ever feel that way. I’m here with you because I choose to be. I want to help. I’ve given a lot of thought on this and just how much involvement I want to engage in. I’m following my gut. And we aren’t doing anything I’m uncomfortable with.” He turned onto the highway leading us out of Black Mountain. “But at the same time, if this situation ever makes you feel uncomfortable, I want you to tell me. I know it’s weird. I’m sure you didn’t exactly want to spend your Friday night getting Mexican food with your principal.”

  I gave a small giggle, but it was just to hide my true feelings.

  The truth…

  I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

  10

  Corrine

  I always wondered what normal felt like. I always had assumed that the definition of normal was different for everyone, but I most certainly knew I had never experienced it.

  Not like now.

  A normal night sitting on the couch with someone watching a movie. I never did things like this growing up or even now. My mother would never waste an evening doing such a thing, and anytime I would want to watch TV, it was alone. I didn’t date guys… not in the normal way. So, sitting on a couch side by side with a man was a completely new and foreign experience.

  Normal.

  Now I could define it for myself.

  Mr. D was wearing gray sweats, a black t-shirt, and was barefoot. He leaned back on the couch with a beer in his hand, his feet resting on the coffee table, and he appeared so different than the principal at Black Mountain Academy.

  And I was out of that damn uniform and in my own sweats. My mother would have been appalled that I sat with a man in attire anything less than put together. Sweats were a dirty word in our house. But again, my life was not normal.

  Not like right now.

  “Do you need another beer?” Mr. D asked as he stood up to get another one for himself.

  “I’m good, thanks,” I said, raising my half-full beer bottle. I sipped on it, not really liking the taste but wanting to do something as simple as sit on the couch watching a movie while drinking a beer.

  And that’s what we did. Sat, drank beer, and watched a movie.

  Two normal people.

  Doing a normal activity.

  And I couldn’t be happier.

  “I don’t know the last time I sat on a couch and binged movies,” he said. He turned to face me and smiled. We were close enough that our legs touched, and I found myself focusing on that rather than the plot of the movie. “It’s nice. I know this isn’t exactly how you planned to spend your night, but I’m happy you’re here.”

  “I haven’t had a night like this before either,” I admitted. “It’s the best Friday night I can remember having.” And it was.

  Cozy, warm, in excellent company, and relaxed.

  When the movie was over, Mr. D stood up and went to get the blankets from the spare room. When he walked out with them, I stopped him from speaking because I knew he’d offer to sleep on the couch again.

  “I slept perfectly last night,” I said. “I like your couch. It
was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

  He shook his head with a smirk. “My mother is rolling over in her grave right now.” But he put the blankets and pillow on the couch and walked to the kitchen, turned the water on and got me a glass of water like he had last night.

  Mr. D was going to tuck me in again.

  I liked it.

  “Are you tired, or do you need me to sit with you for bit?” he asked.

  “I’m fine. I know you’re tired.” I gave him a big smile. “I’m good. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Okay then, goodnight.” He left my side, turned off the lights and left the room.

  Would I have liked for him to stay?

  Yes, very much so.

  I had no doubt in my mind now.

  Mr. D was freakin’ hot and was the first guy to ever seem to actually care about me. He was there for me. I could count on him. His attention made me feel safe.

  Safe…

  Was I safe?

  Was he safe?

  What if something happened to him all because of me?

  What if something went terribly wrong for the both of us?

  I tossed and turned on the couch with all these awful thoughts going on in my head. Minutes turned to hours, and the good night’s rest from before was now only a passing memory.

  What if he got hurt? What if I got hurt? Obsession was a very dangerous thing, and we both could be at risk.

  Were the doors closed tightly?

  Did we block out all the bad, all the evil that could penetrate within this perfect and normal bubble I was in?

  My head began to spin, my stomach churn. Voices entered my head, fighting with my sanity.

  Not being able to remain silent in the dark anymore, I tiptoed to Mr. D’s bedroom without really thinking through all the consequences of what that action could mean.

  He could reject me.

  He could kick me out of his house and never speak to me again.

  He could ignore me like the rest of the world seemed to do.

  Or he could hold me.

  Maybe he’d tell me that everything would be all right, and that he would chase all the monsters away.

  I had nothing to lose at this point but everything to gain.

  He didn’t stir when I entered the room. Almost as if I were in a trance or sleepwalking, I padded to the empty side of the bed and crawled in beside him. My weight on the mattress woke him, and he turned, startled to see it was me in bed beside him. Not giving him the chance to say anything that would shatter my heart, I pressed my body against him and cuddled into his arms.

  “Hold me,” I whispered. “I’m afraid.”

  His body was warm, and his bare chest heated my icy skin. As he tightened his arms around me, I nearly exploded in joy when he kissed the top of my head.

  “You don’t need to be scared any longer. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you,” he said in a low and gravelly voice.

  I exhaled as he inhaled, and we shared the same air. I inched even closer, splaying my hands on his back so that he’d never be able to leave my side. If we could remain this way forever, I would never hear the voices of terror again. They’d lose all control over me. I’d win, and they would have to run to their hole in defeat.

  As I moved even closer, I felt the hardness between his legs, betraying his thoughts. True thoughts. Thoughts that I shared but tried so hard to hide from.

  I was done hiding.

  Taking my hand off his back, I moved it to the hardness and pressed, stroked, and circled my fingertips along the length of his shaft.

  “Corrine,” he whispered.

  I ignored his voice. He didn’t stop me. Maybe he wanted to, but he didn’t, and I took that as my cue to continue on. I moved my head so I was burrowed against his neck. My lips were so close to his flesh that I kissed. Once, twice, and then a third. I continued to caress his covered cock, letting my intentions be known, but not being overly aggressive in my actions either.

  His breathing deepened, but his body didn’t tense. He remained in place as if he was anticipating my next move. So, I took this opportunity to run my fingertips to the edge of his boxers that he slept in and dipped them beneath the elastic band. My fingers made contact with skin, and I kept descending down until my palm brushed against hot flesh and my fingers curled to wrap around his dick. It was heavy, long, thick, and hard as steel. It was everything I imagined it would feel like when watching him with Shelly.

  “We shouldn’t,” he said, but he didn’t pull away as I caressed and teased.

  He wanted this. I knew he did.

  “If we don’t stop now,” he said, “we may not be able to.”

  “I don’t want this to stop,” I confessed as I moved my lips from his neck to his mouth.

  He kissed me with lips of doubt.

  I kissed him with lips of lust.

  But he would change his mind soon.

  I could feel the touch of his hand. The soft caress of my arm. He moved the stray hairs away from my face and was so close I could feel the warmth of his breath.

  With the gentlest of touches, he placed his lips to mine with another kiss. Heat pumped through my veins and tiny jolts of pleasure sizzled through every nerve ending in my body. My eyes fluttered as his mouth conquered mine.

  His kiss had woken an insanity that I had desperately tried to deny.

  He woke up my crazy.

  He woke up my reckless.

  He woke up a siren determined to be heard.

  I returned the kiss with a tiny moan as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deeper to what had become my drug.

  “Touch me,” I said between our kissing. I danced my tongue with his which made me only want more. I craved all of him. Now. Right now.

  Not waiting for him, I leaned up so I was sitting on my knees and lifted my shirt up over my head. His eyes watched every move I made. They were hungry but uncertain. I knew he wanted this, but the good angel on his shoulder was trying to convince him to stop.

  I just needed to appeal to the devil on the other side.

  I lowered my sweats next and tossed them to the side of the bed. Wearing nothing but pink panties, I straddled him as my eyes remained locked with his.

  Yes, Mr. D. I want this.

  This time when I lowered my mouth to kiss him, he was the one who pushed his tongue inside and deepened the kiss. He took hold of the back of my head and brought me even closer, silently telling me that he was now in control.

  It was on.

  We were both doing this.

  I reached down to remove his shorts, and he assisted me in tossing them to join my clothes. He no longer wanted my panties getting in the way, so he quickly rid me of those as well.

  Naked.

  Ready.

  Hungry.

  Wet.

  Yes, Mr. D. Yes.

  Taking hold of my ass with both of his hands, he ground his cock into my pussy, stroking the fire as the flames inside my body grew higher.

  “You sure you want this?” he asked, but I got the feeling it was a warning of what was to come, not an offer to stop.

  I licked my lips and lowered my mouth to his again.

  The tip of his dick touched the entrance to my pussy, and I knew this was it. He was going to fuck me, but just as I was getting prepared for the pressure and the spreading of me wide as he entered, he flipped me over onto my back and reached for the bedside table. Opening the drawer, he pulled out a condom, ripped it open with his teeth, and put it on with one smooth motion. There was nothing awkward or uncomfortable in his movements. This was a man. A true man who knew what he was doing.

  Instead of mounting me and fucking, as I was ravenous for him to do, he ran his fingers along my stomach, tracing a sensual path to my breasts, and then back down to my pussy. He dipped his finger between the seam of my lips and found my clit, causing me to arch my back and moan.

  Oh dear God.

  “You are fucking beautiful, Corr
ine.”

  My face heated as the warmth in my body only intensified. His words were intoxicating, but his eyes gliding over my bare flesh were like a drug that made me higher than imaginable.

  “I want to feel you inside of me,” I nearly moaned.

  “Tell me what you want again,” he said as he thrust his finger inside of me.

  I would have driven his entire hand inside of me if I could have when I pressed my hips to his palm, craving so much more.

  “I want you.”

  “You want me to fuck this pussy?”

  I nodded as I closed my eyes to try to calm my craze. I was about to orgasm and all he was doing was finger fucking me.

  “Yes. Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me.” Being so aggressive was unlike me, but I couldn’t be anything else with him. He brought the animal out of me and was unleashing my inner beast.

  I reached down and took hold of his cock, pulling it, guiding it to my pussy which pulsated in need for more.

  Having mercy, Mr. D lowered his full weight on top of me and put his cock at my entrance. Once he was positioned, he paused, looked at my face and lowered his lips to mine. He pressed his tongue past my lips at the exact time that he pushed his dick inside of me.

  I gasped and clung to his back as his girth spread me wide. I loved the bite of pain. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him so deep that my body would scream out for reprieve. Harder, faster, I wanted the ultimate claiming from this man.

  He did not disappoint me, because that is exactly how he fucked me. He wasn’t gentle. This was not lovemaking. He fucked. He fucked good and hard. In and out, deeper and deeper. It didn’t take long before electricity was shooting from my pussy all the way through every nerve ending in my body.

  “That’s right. Cum for me,” he demanded as my body tensed and milked his cock in my pleasure.

  I mewled his name as sensations exploded from within, but he only kept them going as he drove inside of me at an even and steady pace, summoning another orgasm to surface.

  He pulled out just enough to flip me over onto my belly. He then took a handful of hair as he spread my legs wide. He positioned himself between them and took me from behind with a groan and a tug of my hair.