Everything he taught me ...

When it rains it pours

SIRENA
I look down at the table, afraid to look him in the eye. How can he be so calm after I just asked him to ... fuck me ... on the desk we're sitting at right now. I never thought something like this was even possible. I relax when the bell rings and I'm free to go - finally.
I pick up my stuff and leave in a hurry. As I open the door to leave I realize it has been raining the whole time. The streets are wet and I let out a sigh. I watch Jenkins coming out from the other entrance and quickly look down again. I can feel my cheeks heating and get a pinch a my stomach. This is crazy. Everything happening between us seems like it's straight out of a storybook - all made up. But it isn't. - and that's the problem.

JOSHUA
I reach into my pocket, getting out my car keys. I look around, hoping to see her before I leave. If anyone ever knew what almost happened, I'd not only get fired. I'd probably end up in prison, for god's sake. I can't let myself think of her like that because next time, I probably won't have enough self control to stop. What is she doing over there? Doesn't she have a car? It doesn't look like she's waiting for someone to pick her up either. I feel like I shouldn't care but weirdly, I do. I walk up to her, the blush in her face telling me, she's still not over what just happened. „You coming home safely?" „Yeah, I'll wait until the rain stops I guess.", she smiles softly. „Can't your parents pick you up, It doesn't look like stopping soon." „I- actually ... I don't have parents ... not anymore", she looks down at her feet insecurely and suddenly I regret asking. „God, I'm so sorry ... I- You getting by alright ... without them?" „Yeah, my dad never really was there anyway and It's only been a year since my mom passed away ... It's though sometimes but, I got used to it to be honest." „You are really strong for saying that. Could I offer you a car ride?", it seemed inappropriate to ask, but I really am sorry for her. Now I understand. The sudden change of her school performances, the moodiness - it all comes from somewhere. „Actually- ... Yeah I guess that would be great. Thanks." She looks up, a tear running down her cheek. Her long, black lashes seem to be wet and her eyes are glassy. Oh god, she's beautiful. There's something in her eyes I never saw before. Something painful ad insecure. I reach out to her cheek, brushing away the tear with my thumb. „I'm ... I'm sorry for being a dick.", I really mean it. Yes, she gets me super horny and the thought of her hands on my body makes my heart ponder twice as fast as usually. But there always has been something more about her. „Come on, you're getting all wet here ... Fuck sorry, I- I didn't mean to sound like a dick agai-" My sentence is cut off by a resounding laugh. She looks at me, her eyes not looking so sad anymore. „It's alright, I haven't been an angel either", she chuckles sweetly. „And i understand how it might be hard to keep your hands to yourself when I'm right here - looking so good.", she laughs looking at me and I blush because she is actually right about that.
„Come on now", I smile and start walking to my car and she follows me. We get inside. Both of us quiet now. I grab the steering wheel with one hand, like I always do and feel her eyes lingering on my body. We are both soaking wet. Her hair is drenched in water and the tight blouse that she is wearing. is now perfectly sculpted around her figure. I realize how tight my own clothes must be and imagine if she is also as tempted to finish what we started before. „God you are gorgeous.", I hear my thoughts. Did I really just say that out loud. „Well your not looking to bad yourself.", she jokes. I pass her the aux so she can put on some music and than pull out of the driveway, trying not to think about her wet skin anymore. She's still my student.
We sit there, in silence, for a whole while when I hear her sneeze. It must have been the cutest sneeze I ever heard - if that's even a thing. „You're gonna get sick, I should have a sweater in the backseat, put it on." „I'm fine-", she sneezes again and I can't hold back a laugh. „No you're not. Put it on... Please", I don't say that often. I'm not used to begging anyone for anything. She reaches back to grab the black hoodie and the material of her blouse moves down even further.
I see her grabbing the hem of her blouse and pulling it of, to put on the sweater instead. Fuck - not again. Her breast are being cupped by black lace - not like it's covering much anyway. Some raindrops are running down from her neck and her chest. I follow one of the drops, forgetting everything else. „You should be looking at the road instead", she giggles like a little girl. Whoops. She caught me. I look back, being ashamed of myself and my cheeks heat up again. What is she doing to me?! I never blush. I have to concentrate hard not to be distracted by her constantly. It really bothers me how tight my jeans suddenly are at my crotch and I close my eyes for a second, collecting my thoughts when I suddenly - fuck ...