Her Lesson

Chapter 4 | Fuck

VANESSA

MY ANXIETY IS AT an all-time high while I wait for the clock to strike four-thirty. I sit behind a plastic desk as Lily sits at her desk, grading papers with the occasional glance at me. Her smudged lipstick is a sign of how hard I kissed her when I saw her alone in here. Only a few days have passed since I broke down in her arms. We haven't talked about it and I'm glad. Feelings are like nails on a chalkboard, unbearable.

Heels clicking against the floor bring me out of my head. Lily sits on the edge of my desk, her gray skirt rides up, showing me a glimpse of her black, lace panties. She smirks when she notices me looking at her exposed skin. A few hairs poke out and my clit throbs painfully under my skirt. "You seem nervous, sweetie. Do you need a distraction"

"I need to touch you." My hand slips under her skirt and I brush my rough fingertip over her wet slit. "Fuck. You're so fucking wet, baby." My eyes drift to the little couch placed across the room by her bookshelves. "Go sit down on the couch and take your panties off for me, yeah?" She nods and walks over to it. Before she sits, she slips her panties off and drops them on the floor with a grin. She sits on the couch, parting her legs and her pussy glistens under the lights.

I shrug my leather jacket off and drop it on my desk before making my way to my flustered little teacher. Lily unzips my skirt when I'm standing in front of her. It falls to the floor softly and I drop to my knees next to it. I flip up Lily's skirt and she parts her legs wider, a soft moan falling from her lips as I spread her slick folds with my fingers. The pubic hairs on her pussy make me groan. I love hair on women. It shows how mature they are, how sexy and breathtaking they are to not let society tell them what to do with their bodies.

Lily moves to close her legs while I admire her but I shake my head and she stops. "Don't be embarrassed. You're so fucking perfect, Lily." Just after the words leave my mouth, I lean forward on my knees and swipe my tongue across her swollen clit. The salty, wet taste of skin fills my mouth and I moan, dipping my tongue between her slit again to taste her again.

I slip my hand down the front of my tights, move my panties out of the way and start to rub my clit as I fuck my little teacher with my tongue. She grinds against my face, desperate to come. I laugh softly, biting down on her clit softly as a warning that I'm in control. A delicious whine slips out of her and it makes me moan. Her little sounds drive me fucking insane. They're a direct path to my hormones and it's like they send volts of lightning directly to my clit.

"Please, I'm so close!" She begs, grinding against my face with little moans slipping past her lips. My lips wrap around her clit and I suck on it, swirling my tongue around it like it's a damn lollipop. A human fucking lollipop. I slip two fingers through her wetness and curl them inside of her, fucking her with my tongue and fingers. Only a few seconds pass until it sends her over the edge. She grabs my hair, pushing my face further into her pussy as she comes all over my tongue. "Yes!"

I don't slow my movements on her or me and soon after, I cry out as my orgasm hits me like a damn tidal wave. "Fuck!"

Lily releases her hold on me, slouching against the couch as she tries to catch her breath. I stand up on shaky legs before grabbing a few tissues from the little table next to the couch. I clean Lily up with gentle wipes of her skin, careful not to touch her sensitive clit too much. As much as I'd love to make her come again, we need to talk. I clean myself up too before throwing the tissues away and getting redressed. I hand Lily her panties and help her get dressed.

When we're both semi-functional, I sit on the couch next to her and pull her onto my lap, so she's straddling me. I grip her hips and look up at her. "We need to do this shit somewhere else or we could get caught."

"How about my house?" She suggests. "I can ask for the detention to be moved there."

"Won't that be suspicious?"

"No. I teach art classes in my studio sometimes and since you're in one of my art classes, it won't be suspicious," she explains and I stay quiet before I finally nod.

"I'm fine with that," I murmur. She smiles down at me, her hair and makeup a mess but to me, she's still as beautiful as she was minutes before begging me to make her come. I cup her face and kiss her softly, capturing the little sounds that now belong to me.

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My phone buzzes in my hand as I make my way up the concrete stairs of the house that is in every nightmare I have. The screen shines with the photo of me and Blaine, my best friend since elementary school. I swipe up to answer her call as I stand on the stairs.

"Hey, bitch!" Her cheery voice rings through and I roll my eyes.

"I just got home. What's up?" I adjust my backpack on my shoulder.

"Ew, is daddy dearest home?" She asks and I can imagine her scrunching up her nose.

"I don't think so. His car was gone when I pulled into the driveway," I tell her, glancing back at the driveway that only houses my shit-hole of car at the moment. The door creaks when I walk through. I pass the trashed living room with a roll of my eyes. Beer bottles and pizza boxes are piled on the table and it reeks of cheap cigarettes and boozes.

"Good. You know you can always move in with me and mom," she says quietly. "We have the extra room. Mason is staying at college for the rest of the year."

"I know, B. But I need to stay here and take care of my mom." My bookbag hits the ground by my bedroom door with a thud from the heavy textbook I have to haul around for Algebra 2.

I hear her heavy sigh come through the speaker. "Alright, well the room is always open for you. How is she doing? I miss her amazing cooking."

I lean against my door frame, looking into my mom's open door as she sleeps. "She's in so much pain all the time. I'm trying to make her as comfortable as possible."

"Fuck. What are the doctors saying?"

"They said the cancer isn't increasing or decreasing. It's basically where it was a few months ago. The chemo is kicking her ass. She's starting to lose her hair, B," I whisper, my voice breaking as hot tears fill my eyes. "I can't lose her."

"Don't think like that. She's strong, Nessa."

"She is," I agree before disappearing into my room, glancing at the Bring Me The Horizon, Dayseeker, Against The Current and Linkin Park posters that are taped to my gray walls. This is the only room in the house that I feel safe, but even then, I can hardly sleep most nights. "I need to get out of here for the night."

"Well, drinks at Aura are half-priced tonight?" She suggests with a giggle. "I could fuck up some vodka right now."

I sit on my bed and roll my eyes. "The only thing you're going to fuck up is someone's marriage," I snort and she gasps before laughing. My body shakes as I fall back on my bed, the phone pressed to my ear as a smile coats my lips.

"You bitch!" She shrieks with a giggle. "Now you're picking me up."

"I'll be there around nine, stupid." My voice is a lot more softer, my body a lot less heavy after not laughing for a while. I could really use a night out to let loose, dance and drink and not have to worry about life for a few hours.