Four Page Letters (TeacherxStudent)

Homecoming Pt 3

Charlotte
* use of strong language, explicit content*

The entire ride was spent in silence. Her hands gripped the wheel tightly and her eyes were planted on the road. She seemed like she was focused on something so I dared not break that concentration.

We pulled into her driveway and she pulled down her visor to open the garage. She shut off the car, opened her door and got out. She didn't utter a single word, yet reluctantly I followed. She opened the door and motioned for me to enter ahead of her. We came into the kitchen and she started to remove her shoes, so I did the same. She tossed them both by the back door before walking further into the kitchen.

She immediately went into a cabinet and grabbed a glass, before kneeling to grab a bottle of wine from underneath said cabinet. Pouring herself a glass and drinking it all in one going. I stood there and watched. Nervously biting my lip. She pinched the bridge of her nose before placing both hands on the counter, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder. A lump formed in my throat. She turned fully, resting her back against the counter. "Charlotte." She began. "I want you. Tonight. Right now. You look fucking amazing in that dress, and I absolutely love it on you. But you will no longer need it." My palms began to sweat, and a throbbing formed between my legs. She continued, "And as much as I want to do so many things to you, im scared. Because once we go there, theres no turning back. So I need your consent." She reached up and untied the bun that was atop her head, letting her hair flow around her shoulders. Her voice was just above a whisper, "Tell me I can touch you. Any and everywhere. Tell me you want me too... or tell me you dont. I won't be upset and I will take you straight home if you'd like. Just.. say something."

Of course I want you! I screamed internally. But she was right. Once we go there... All of the consequences flew through my mind. And I know that no matter how much we love one another, we just couldnt be together outside of this very space. Even if we were to start a relationship, would I be okay being someone's secret? Hiding my love for her from the world, is that what I imagined for myself? Is this what love was supposed to be? Regardless of the matter, in this very moment, none of that stopped me from wanting her. Without saying a word, I reached behind my back and slid down my zipper. Shrugging it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it, leaving me standing there in a white bra with a laced matching thong. Reminding myself to thank Abby for picking them out.

I stood there. I watched her widened eyes flicker over my body. From my breast that protruded through my bra, my stomach which she's only seen once before. This time free of fresh bruises. To my waist and below, before bringing her eyes back to mine. "Fuck." She whispered, before coming straight towards me and crashing her lips into mine. She kissed me deeply, softly yet tender. She picked me up and I immediately wrapped my legs around her waist. She began walking us down the hall and to the stairs. Never disconnecting our lips as she moved throughout the house perfectly. Not bumping into a single object as if she's walked this walk before.

I guess now is a bad time to tell her im a virgin?

I feel her fiddling with a door knob before kicking it open. Soon im being laid onto the most comfortable bed. Mentally thinking I'll have to ask her about the thread count some other time. She finally pulled back from me. She stood and began to undress herself. Letting her dress fall and my mouth began to water. God, I have never seen something so beautiful on this earth. Her body modelesque. Something straight from a magazine. Her breast sat up like mountains in her red bra, taunting me. Flat toned stomach and I saw her navel was pierced. A butterfly dangling from the jewelry. And then my eyes went straight to her lady parts. The outline of it enticing and the first thought that came to my mind was I cant wait to taste her. Despite my inexperience.