Teacher’s Pet Read online Jordan Silver

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But all day I’ve had something lodged in the pit of my stomach, waiting for the knock on the door. If he hadn’t shown up when he had this afternoon there’s a good chance I would’ve bolted.

Now that I’d taken that forbidden step it can only go downhill from here. At least that’s what I’d been telling myself all morning as I hid under the covers. I’d called out with an excuse of being ill and only after hanging up remembered that I hadn’t told the school about Robert.

I’m still not sure if I should, but somehow, something that would’ve sent me into hysterics a month ago hasn’t had the expected effect on me. Instead my mind was filled with a different fear.

But as I pulled up to the house and he honked the horn and drove up beside me, I felt those fears ease a bit. It’s only here in the sanctity of my little abode that I feel safe, that I’m not so worried about being caught. He gestured for me to roll my window down which I did, leaning over to hear him.

“Let me drive around back first and then you can pull into your regular spot.” It’s things like that that’s helping to ease the knots in my stomach, his thoughtfulness. I nodded and waited for him to do as he proposed before pulling into the driveway.

The angst eased even further now that I knew he couldn’t be seen. There were no houses next to mine on either side, the closest one being down the street and across the way. Something I’d come to fear after Robert started his campaign, but was happy for once again.

I’d chosen this place for it’s seclusion after all, and the lovely little garden out back that I hadn’t had a chance to enjoy because it was so completely overgrown.

As I parked and made my way to the door my worry turned into a budding excitement as he turned the corner with his gym bag in hand. I opened the door and let us in, and just that easily, with the closing of the door behind us, I was transported.

Here, in this little cozy space it’s as if the rest of the world has been cut off. I know come Monday morning I’ll be back to worrying but…My thoughts were cut off when he pulled me around and into his arms, his lips coming down on mine like he’d been starved for me. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this feeling.

I’ve never seen myself as a desirable being, but he sure does make me feel that way. With his arms around me I no longer think of what if, or the other, comparing myself to girls his age. That’s something I’ve been doing off and on all day in between worrying about getting caught.

What he’d done to me had opened up something inside me, a whole new world that I had yet to fully explore but want so badly to. I already know the danger of wanting too much from what might be for him just a passing tryst. Had warned myself time and time again not to weave fanciful dreams around the reality of what we’d shared.

But when we’re close together like this, all the warnings I give myself doesn’t seem to matter. Like now, all that mattered was the feel of his tongue in my mouth, the weight of his arms around me and the heaviness of his manhood as it pressed into me.

I felt liquid heat pool between my thighs and my nipples became pinpoints of pleasure as they rubbed against his chest as I tried to get closer. “Let’s go shower together, then we’ll make dinner.” I just nodded my head like a marionette as he took my hand and dragged me towards the bathroom.

DRAKE

Once again I had to take control. It was obvious that she was still a bit uneasy and I had to accept that it would take time. Since she’s not so big on talking I figured I’d just have to show her that there was nothing to worry about.

As far as I’m concerned, if worst comes to worst, I’ll be leaving for university after this school year, she can always come along with me. I’m sure she can teach anywhere, and besides, I’m already dreading the thought of leaving her here when I go.

Of course I know that’s not what she’s worried about. And it would be much better if she left on her own terms as opposed to being run out of town. Shit, I don’t even know if she’d want to leave either way. The thought was sobering.

I’ve been making all these plans in my head for us, thinking of ways to make this work, and apparently getting way ahead of myself. There’s a lot we still have to talk about, but not now. I don’t want to spoil the mood, don’t want to taint the newness of what we’d shared with what was bound to be an argument.

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