(STUDENT/TEACHER) Loves Learning Curves

The Balcony and the boy

I awoke to a cool breeze hitting my cheek and a sweet smell that made my insides tingle with pleasure. Was it all a dream? It had to be. Then I looked around. I was lying on a balcony, with a big jacket thrown over me. I got up slowly, turning around. Shit
The same guy I had seen was now smiling holding a smartphone in his hands, a beautiful smile might I say, he had gorgeous teeth, so white, it hurt to look at. It hurt to look at him in general, he looked like something out of a comic book. He was even more beautiful now that I was somewhat sober. His eyes were like blue marbles sparkling underneath the light of thousands of stars, his aloof posture sitting in the cushioned stool beside me showed how strong he really was. And his smell, oh god his smell, the more I breathed, the more the swift scent reached every sense in my body and struck it alive. I was burning.
"I am so sorry" was all I could seem to mutter. God I looked like a mess, this guy could be dancing and drinking but he was here babysitting me on the balcony of a bar.
"For what? You're actually quite beautiful when you're not trying to reject the help you need"
My cheeks probably turned 30 shades of red right then.
"For all of this, you didn't have to look after me, it's just I don't really go to bars... Much less drink" i murmured "My stupidity ruined your night" I laughed looking up at his eyes. He moved his chair away from me, so that it faced the view of the city.
"I only come here because it's the only place with a view. I don't drink. And I hate bars truthfully. But when I saw you, you looked so vulnerable-- so innocent. I didn't want any prick taking advantage of you" he turned to the side smirking "besides the view was even better tonight"
Something about him wanted me to sit here and talk to him for hours. You just met him Claire. But I want to stay. Just a little bit.

"So.. You do this a lot?"
"Do what?"
"Use your charm, to sweep girls off their feet just to get them to sleep with you?"
Why are you being a dick to a guy who just saved you!
He moved his chair back, closer to me, so I could feel the heat of his face radiating into mine
"What's your name"
It seemed like more of a command then a question
"Claire"
"Well Claire. I don't mean to sound arrogant, but I could have any women I wanted in this bar and frankly every other damn one. If I wanted to sleep with you, rip that little dress off of you and pin you to a wall, I could have done it. And by the way you're pressing your thighs together, the way your beautiful eyes are staring up at me right now like a star struck child, just shows you wouldn't mind. Sober or drunk. You wouldn't mind. But I didn't. I'm not that guy Claire, and i know you just met me, and I know your head probably really fucking hurts right now, " he laughed "but I wouldn't and would never do anything to hurt you"
"Can I kiss you?"
I don't know how the words were escaping before my lips, I didn't have time to register them in my brain. I had only met the guy
"No" ouch
"Why?"
"You don't even know my name Claire."
"What's your name"
"Damon. Damon O'brian"
"Can I kiss you now?"
He laughed and sat next to me, holding me a little closer between his arms, covering me with his jacket a little tighter, it was strange how right it felt even though we had barely met.
"How about we talk, so we're not just stupid people making out"
"I'd like that"
"we're probably never going to see each other anyways"
Something inside me hurt. He was the first guy that had set off every wall, and every alarm, every defense system inside me to push down. And I would never see him again. He was a stranger but I had felt like I knew him for a lifetime. It was the truth. But it hurt.
"Okay fine. Ask me anything" I sighed snuggling a little closer to him
"What are you afraid of?"
That was easy .
"I'm afraid of trust. My best friend dragged me here-- she's beautiful, and I don't trust even her. My dad died when I was 10 and my mom had been having an affair, while he lied in the hospital dying of cancer. It ruined trust for me. I don't see any man or women the same"
He took my hand and rubbed it with his thumb in soft circles
"Why do I get the feeling you trust me"
I hesitated "I don't know to be honest. Maybe because of the fact I'll never have to face you again"
I looked into his eyes again. They became more mesmerizing every time I looked at them.
"Now it's my turn Damon" his name felt so foreign sliding across my tongue "How do you feel, right now, right in this moment"
He broke my gaze and wandered his head upwards towards the sky and closed his eyes.
"I've always liked the outdoors, the way the earth smells, the way the stars look on a clear night. And I believe in a lot of things. But things like fate, and magic aren't one of them. It's just that when I saw you, standing across with your beautiful hair and little face, looking at me, i felt like I was pulled to you. Like something in my head told me to just go. Your eyes were the first thing I saw. Your eyes. Shit. I grew up in a forest. I didn't have mansions, and BMW's. My father and I, we built our own little cottage right inside the heart of the forest after my mother died, I never really remembered her. But those trees, I would get lost inside of them, I would run, till I forgot about everything. That's what I see when I look at you. I see myself, not the 23 year old, but the 10 year old, running. Your eyes are like forests I could get lost in them forever, that scares me Claire. Because what no women had done to me in years, you did to me with one glance. So here I am. With you. A complete stranger, telling you about things I wouldn't tell my own friends, it's kind of ironic now that I think of it, a little movie like, but amazing."
My breath was hitched in my throat. Could you fall in love in sentences?
"Well then you should see Jane--" i stammered whispering
"I don't know Jane, but I don't care who she is. Do you not see how beautiful you are? Your so damn fucking beautiful, I feel like everything in this city couldn't compare to your smile, or the way you purse your beautiful lips when you sleep, I watched you for a good hour. Just toss and turn. You mesmerize me" I blushed shoving him
"After my dad died. No one ever really told me I was pretty. What you see right now. It's not me. I have makeup on, and my hair looks nice, I'm a product of my best friends work, I like pajamas and watching cartoons and comedies, I prefer to stay home locked up with a good book, reading by a window. Hearing all the patter of the rain" I sighed remembering the days by the window, the carefree days were the ones I seemed to miss the most.
"What's your favorite book?" I looked up, searching inside the massive library of my brain
"The bell jar, gone with the wind, I can't begin to choose just one"
"I've read some of those" he smiled "my favorite Is the catcher in the rye"
He didn't seem like much of a reader "Why?"
He looked down at my eyes, then scanned my lips, like I was glass that could break any moment, he softened his hold on me, and all I could focus on was the yearning between my legs. What was he doing to me? Claire you don't know him. But I want too.
"Because it shows alienation and loneliness. The struggle of growing up."
He looked back up to my face
"Now it's my turn to ask. Ask you if o can please kiss your lips preferably till sunrise and sundown, but since we are strangers after all Ms Claire, and it would be highly asshole of me to do that; just one kiss will do"
I laughed, a fire brewing in side me
"I'd like that"
His lips came close at first, so I could smell his minty breath, I placed my hands on the collar of his shirt, where I had wanted them to be on since the second I looked at him. He tugged at my bottom lip first, and I giggled like a kid, he smiled under neath my lips
"What is it Claire? Did you like that?"
"It's just I've never done this before"
"What? kissing a stranger in a balcony? I could say the same."
"No-- kissing"
Shit why did you say that!
"What do you mean" he suddenly pulled away "are -- are you a virgin?"
I looked down at my bare feet-- he had taken off my heels
"Is that bad"
He laughed
"No but it's fucking sexy, how? I would have guessed men practically throw themselves at you. I saw the way they looked when I carried you, I was about to throw a punch" he laughed shaking his head "I'm literally, God I was so--- and now -- let me just fucking kiss you" he pulled me closer and his lips crushed into mine with the same hunger I had for him. His hands swiveled up my thigh, leaving a trail of fire behind them. And I could feel the hardness in his pants. Was he that big? His kiss got stronger, and it seemed that even the tiniest spots of distance had to be filled, God I wanted him.
"I want you--" what are you saying
"No not like this. You're a special girl Claire. You deserve to have something special for your first. Maybe someday maybe with someone, but not like this" He said between pauses kissing me harder in between, his hands tugged my hair, and I placed my own hands inside of his shirt, feeling his toned 8 pack against my skin. He replied with a moan. His body was so big, it made me feel tiny. All I knew was I wanted to escape inside of him. Why did he have to be just a stranger? We could be more right? He tugged on my lips, and I felt his tongue slowly make it's way inside mine, our breathing meshed together, like they were made to fit eachother like puzzles. Then the moment was gone
"CLAAAAAAAIRE"
Janes voice erupted from the inside of the bar, and I pulled away. We both just stared for a moment.
He knew what I was about to ask even before it escaped my lips
"I'll find you." He stroked my cheek and placed a kiss on it "Do you need me to drive you?" I shook my head no. A part of me didn't want Jane to see him. I wanted him for myself. I knew that couldn't happen. But for the moment I could atleast pretend he was mine. "I'll take a taxi"
"Be safe" I nodded, somehow picking up my heels, walking away. "Claire"
I looked behind me. "Damon"
"I'll find you"
I laughed. "The forest is a dangerous place"