The Art of Forbidden Romance (Student x Teacher)

Chapter 20

The next morning I woke up in my own bed. I had stayed at Chuck's for a couple hours that night until I was sober enough to drive home. We left things on an awkward note, with our goodbye feeling strained. Mel was asleep when I got home thankfully so I was able to take a shower and get in bed without being hounded for details.

I pulled myself out of bed and got ready for work at the cafe. It was a surprisingly busy day, which kept me preoccupied from dwelling on last night's events. When I got home that night I explained what happened to Mel as much as I could without revealing who 'James' really was.

"I think it's nice, really," she said. I shrugged.

"I know it's nice, but like I told him I wanted to," I said.

"Yeah but how often do you find a guy who's not trying to have sex on even the first date? I know it's a bummer, but it's nice he's letting you move at your pace and making sure it's a good time." I nodded. She had a point.

"You're right," I groaned. "I feel bad now. When I left last night it was weird between us."

"Just text him or whatever, I'm sure he'll understand," she said. The microwave beeped and she got up from the couch. Mel came back with a bowl of popcorn. We settled in to watching our favorite trash tv shows.

The next day I sent Chuck a text early in the morning, apologizing for my reaction Wednesday night. I explained how in the moment his reaction made me feel undesirable and how it had been awhile for me. I added a note about how I was certain about what we were doing and I wanted to continue seeing him - only if he wanted to still.

I checked my phone every few minutes waiting for his reply. The work day went by slowly, and my anxiety grew the longer it took for him to reply. Around noon I got a response from him.

It's okay, I understand where you're coming from. If you'd like to come by after work I want to talk to you.

The anxiety in my stomach only grew at his response. What if he wasn't comfortable with this continuing? I was starting to develop real feelings for him and I didn't want to waste my time, or his.

Sure, I'm off at 4.

A text response came through immediately.

See you then.

I sighed, slipping my phone back into my apron and tried to push it out of my mind the rest of the day. Angela showed up early and helped me catch up from the unexpected busy day. By the time it was time for me to leave, my whole body felt jittery with anxiety.

Pulling up to Chuck's house, I could see his TV was on from the front windows. I rang the doorbell and moments later he opened the door. I stepped into his house.

"Chuck, I'm really sorry," I said. He shook his head.

"Don't apologize," he said. "I just want to make sure you're comfortable and happy at all times."

"I am, I wish you would believe me," I sighed. He nodded.

"It's hard for me to accept that sometimes. Especially since what we're doing is technically wrong and we could both get in trouble." I nodded this time.

"I know, but we're both consenting adults," I said, emphasizing 'consenting'.

"I think we should just take things a little slower than we normally would to be safe," he said. I sighed. "Just give it a couple more weeks before we have sex. I just want you to be certain. Things change."

"I appreciate that," I said. Chuck smiled at me and pulled me in for a hug. He wrapped his strong arms around me, enveloping me in his embrace. I sighed contentedly and wrapped my arms around him, savoring the sensation of his muscular body under my arms and through his clothes.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that I didn't want you. I hope you know that I want you more than I can put into words," he said softly. He kissed the top of my head. His words sent a shiver down my back. I looked up at Chuck through my lashes. He leaned down and kissed me softly at first. He pulled me into him tighter, deepening our kiss. I moaned against his lips.

Chuck pushed me backwards as he kissed me until my back met his front door. His hands ran up and down my sides, grazing the swells of my breasts. He groaned and pressed his body into mine, his erection digging into my thigh. I gasped at the sensation as warmth pooled in my abdomen and between my legs. Chuck slipped his tongue into my mouth with the opening.

"Chuck," I gasped as he released my lips to kiss up and down my neck. Every kiss he left made me tremble.

"Hmm?"

"I thought we were waiting?" I groaned as he planted a kiss at my collarbone making my knees shake. He groaned against my skin.

"You're right," he said. He pulled back from me, his eyes devouring my figure and betraying his attempt to compose himself. My eyes traveled up and down his body, and I resisted the urge to stare at the large tent formed in his pants.

"You really are something else," I said, pulling myself away from his door. Chuck quickly adjusted himself and stepped away from me, putting space between us.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself for a moment there," he said. A soft blush creeped up his neck for a moment and I laughed.

"I mean, at least I know we both feel the same now," I said with a wink. Chuck groaned and stepped away from me again.

"You drive me crazy and I don't think you realize it," he said. "Just the way you look at me sometimes..." Chuck cleared his throat suddenly as if trying to distract himself.

"Like I said, it's probably best if we wait a few more weeks. We should get to know each other more before we have sex."

"Oh I'm going to make the next few weeks hell for you," I said. Chuck looked at me, his eyes wide.

"Please don't," he groaned. I smiled. I stepped towards him and wrapped my arms around him.

"We're going to wait a couple more weeks," I reminded him. "So I might as well make it interesting."

I kissed him slowly and ran my tongue along his lips. He groaned, opening his mouth to me. I ran my hands down his chest to the top of his pants. Chuck sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation but I pulled my hands away. I stepped back from him slowly, giving him ample time to pull me back in if he so wanted.

"I'll see you on Monday," I said, before opening his front door and stepping out of his home.