My dads best friend my teacher

Little touches

"I'm sorry." Shawn starts the washer. "It's ok, you don't have to apologize. You can sleep in my bed I will sleep on the couch." I grab his hand. "Sleep with me, please." We go to his room and I get in on the left while he gets in on the right. "Come here." He pulls me into an embrace, his hands slowly go to my waist. "Calm down, relax, I got you." I rest my head on his chest. "You're shaking." He pulls me closer. "I have the same nightmare every night, and every night it gets worse." He kiss my forehead. "Next week, will you be ok to go to school?" I nod. "Yes."

I cuddle into Shawn eating a bowl of cereal. The tv plays Steven universe. "I'm glad you're eating." I hush him. "This is the good part. Steven is going to find out that he's a diamond." He chuckles. "You seen this before?" I nod. "Multiple times." Someone knocks on the door. Shawn gets up to go check. "Felicia." Mom walks in. "How is she doing?" She tried to whisper but I can still hear them both from the couch. "She had another nightmare this time she pissed herself. She says she ready to back to school next week but, I don't think she's ready." I roll my eyes. "I can hear the two of you and yes I am ready to go back. I missed too much of school, I'm going back whether the two of you like it or not." Shawn rubs my shoulders. "I just think that maybe it will be better if you wait a bit." I swat him off. "I'm fine, I'm not a baby!" Shawn huffs. "Ok, I was just trying to help." I feel bad for snapping at him but I dont want him to feel sorry for me. I wonder if this is why he kisses me. Does he actually like me? "Storm, if you want to go back next week you can. No one is stopping you. We're on your side." Shawn grabs a beer from the fridge. "I'm going to check on the sheets and your pajamas." Mom sits next to me resting a hand on my thigh. "Are you sure everything is ok that you're ok?" I nod. "Yes mom, I'm fine I promise I don't need therapy." She gets up with a sigh. "Ok, well I will see you later. Your father and I are going on a date!" I smile. "Have fun."

After mom left Shawn grabs his beer off the table and lays back on the couch with me. "I'm sorry for snapping at you." He cocks an eyebrow then smiles. His hand rests on my thigh rubbing small circles. "It's ok, I know it's nothing personal, I need to finish grading papers. He groans, but I don't want too." I giggle. "I can help." He pats my thigh. "Ok, but, it's a lot." He gets back. "Come on." I follow him to his office a guitar is leaned in the corner. I look at his coffee colored book shelf full of albums. A small black box sit on the edge of the bookshelf, I reach for it curious to what it is when Shawn swooped in and takes the box. "Uhm... this box is private, it's personal." He sets up higher on the top shelf where I can't reach. What is in that box? "I split the work 50/50 here is the grading sheet so you will know how many points to give and what grade to give them." I lay on the floor humming as I grade the papers. "You're too pitched keep the vocal steady. Try again." I hum again and he nods. "Good. We still need to practice our song together but, we can start practice next week if you want. It doesn't matter to me when as long as we get some practice in." I want to ask him about the box, the way he grabbed it, it seemed personal, important, maybe? It's really small. What could be so small to be in a tiny box like that? I hear Shawn singing to himself, his head is rocking to the beat of his foot tapping. I continue grading when his foot tap and humming stops. "Sit in my lap." I blush. "N-now?" He nods humming and patting his leg. "I want you on my lap." I walk over to him and sit on his leg. His hand goes to my waist and pulls me closer to him so my back is against his chest and my ass press against his crotch. He continues to grade papers his left hand inches up closer and closer between my legs. "Shawn." I say under a whisper hums and I feel him harden beneath me. "Shawn!" I quickly get up. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I went too far. Storm, Storm? No, stop doing that you're going to make yourself bleed." He grabs my arms. "No, let go, let go!" He holds me close to him wrapping his arms around me tight. "You need to breathe, just breathe. That's it, that's it. I'm going to get your meds don't move."

After grading papers Shawn made popcorn and started a movie for us to watch in his room. I cuddle in to him my legs between his. "What's wrong?" I shake my head. "I'm ok." He kiss my forehead. "Ok." He pauses the tv and change our position in bed so I'm underneath him. "Talk to me." He kiss my neck a few times. "Maybe you should go back to therapy, I can only help you with so much. You won't talk to me I can barely touch you without making you having a mental breakdown. I want to touch you the way you should be touched." He goes back to kissing my neck and then my chest. "There's so much I want to do with you." He gets lower and lower. "Shawn stop, please." He sighs kissing my stomach before moving back up to me. I don't think I will ever be ready.