My parents would not be glad if they figured out about me planning to court my teacher after my graduation. Thinking about it never fails to make myself concerned. I knew at the very first place how scruffy it will be, but I have never been this ready before. This is not something I will just easily abide if things go messy.
Love is beyond of what we're thinking what it really was. I'm aware with my actions, I am aware with my feelings for her. It'll not be easy as piece of cake but I would not let this go inutile.
"I'll just go upstairs and change my clothes and we can eat the cookies we baked," the short- haired woman smiled at me as she was walking out across the kitchen, I just nodded in response.
She invited me to come over at her house and asked me to taste her especially-baked cookies, which I did not hesitate to say yes. Who would decline, right?
Her capacious house screaming in complete silence, all I could hear is her faded footsteps going upstairs. The luxurious white blended with pink colour of the wall illuminating relaxation. Her neat and clean cushy couches are prepossessing, and those cute unctuous fishes bubbling in the aquarium.
I let myself and roam my eyes around her ventilated sala, the glass divider caught my attention as I saw something--a picture of a boy to be exact who I thought has the same age as mine. His feature, his nose, and how his eyes disappeared when he smiled. He looks familiar..he looks like the woman upstairs. Irene.
No, it is not what I am thinking. Maybe I was just being fluttered by the thought that she has a son. She never mentioned me about her personal life, we're not even starting yet. I traced the frame of the picture as he look exactly like her, but in a version of a man.
Or maybe it was just her brother. Who knows?
"Are you done looking?" Her cold voice behind startled me, I farsely shut my eyes before turning my back.
"U-uhm.." I cleared my throat and clasped my fingers in front of me, "your house is pretty sumptuous, if I haven't tell it you." I said, trying to ease the tension by changing the topic.
"Thanks! I am asking if you're done looking so we could eat the cookies there in the kitchen," She said, perfectly nonchalant.
I nodded, " Shall we?" and decided to go first ignoring the thoughts that has been occupying my mind just a minute ago.
"I'll send you home after this, it's getting late na." She said, putting the cookies in the plate and gently pushed it in front of me. My eyes following every moves she make until she noticed it.
"What? Something in my face?" She chuckled, I bowed my head to hide my crimson red cheeks.
"Uh, nothing. I said masarap ang cookies mo." I complimented and took a bite at the piece in my hand.
"Well, my cookies are the best." She comically said, we laughed.
As I was busy chewing the food inside my mouth, I saw her walking closer in my sitting position.
"You have something in your face," I slightly flinched when her delicate index finger touched the side of my mouth, "don't move, baka hindi ko matanggal." She uttered.
I look at her busy eyes, down to her lips. She was standing at the crook of my knees as I was sitting in the kitchen island chair. We're both in the same height level. I could feel her touch went to caress, she finally look into my eyes while her fingertips slowly caressing my cheek. Her hot breathes gently touching my skin. I was so lost in her serene pair of eyes, the strands of her hair softly meeting her eyebrows. The perfection I never knew existed.
My body frooze when I felt her meticulous hands locking behind my lower back. I could hardly breath as her lips curved into smirk, I swallowed my own saliva as I felt thirsty at the sight of this exquisite woman in front of me.
"You don't know how much I always stop myself from doing this, to stare at you more closer and to touch you this close in order not to get things worst." She softly said, her hand traveled up to my hair and tuck my hair behind my ear. My hands were sweating, and I could feel my body go numb as her body was pressing mine.
She gently kissed my forehead, down the tip of my nose, and our eyes met again. Those entrancing eyes asking for an answer from me if I could allow her to kiss me or not. I guess she took my silence as yes, and finally, her emollient lips crushed towards mine.
My arms involuntary snake on her nape as I deepens our kisses, it was slowl and gentle. My legs opened by itself and gently wrapped it around her waist. Her palms lovingly wander around my back, up to my hair and gently pulled it causing me to let out a soft moan.
I could feel her lips curved into smile, which never failed to turn me on. This woman is effortlessly driving me crazy. I carefully and slowly unbuttoning her white blouse causing to slightly reveal her black push-up bra. Goodness, how does it feel to be one of God's favorite?
She pinned me through the kitchen table while her canorous hands giving pleasure to my head. My hand gently squeezed her bosom causing her to moan between our kisses. I felt like I am going crazy for the first time hearing her melodious moan.
The taste of salty and a sweetness of her lips combined. The tenderness of her skin allured me to kiss her more. Deep, until she lets herself to consecutively moan in my mouth.
"Oh lord.." She whispered at the moment her lips detached mine. Her forehead was resting on my shoulder, her hands were tightly holding the arm chair of my seat. I could feel my cheeks heated at the moment when our kissing flashed back in my mind. I looked up and resist my smile. No fucking kidding, we kissed. And in order to make things thrilling, we're both aware of it, and I would lie to myself if I tell I did not like it.
"I'm sorry, na- carried away lang ako.." She shook her head and stood straight in front of me, "I mean I--I like it, but--" She nervously chuckled, I caress her arms to calm her down, "Hey, it's fine. I love it as well." I honestly admit and diverted my gaze on the floor, trying my best to resist my smile.
"Shit, the cookies." Her hand runs on her hair in distress. My eyes squinted hearing her cursed. It sounds hella sexy, I must admit.
I blushed when I noticed her blouse still unbuttoned and a lil bit messy than it was.
"Your cookies are delicious. " I said as if nothing just happened between us, complimenting her a little something than intended.
"You can take it home for your younger brother." She said and discreetly fixed her clothes.
"Yeah, he will surely like it. And oh, you don't have to send me home, it is only just five blocks from her to our house." I said and dust my dress as there was a grains of cookies on it.
"You sure?" She asked, still not meeting my eyes. I went at the side of the table where she is and held her hands.
"Sure." I smiled to assure her that everything's fine. Well maybe not, I haven't graduated yet. She is still my teacher but here I am letting this to happen. But I like it, very much. I guess no one will know if no one tell.
"Goodnight, Miss Hughes," She chuckled, her lips were still puffy because of the exchange kissing just a minutes ago.
"Goodnight..Ms. Marcos." For the first time, I didn't know how to address her after what happened. It'll be weird if I call her my baby, when in fact, she's way more older than me. Ms. Marcos would be good as long as we're not on yet.
"Bye, take care!" I smiled and took the cookie glass jar.
"I will! And by the way, your cookies are way more delicious than the other cookies I tasted then." I wink, and finally exited the kitchen.
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To be continued...
