I'll be your mirror (wlw, teacherxstudent)

chapter 11

disclaimer: smut

Alicia's pov:

Gathering the lube on my fingers, I reach down to touch my folds. In a practiced fashion, I circle my clit and a low moan falls from my lips when I feel the pleasure rising. I trace my wet fingers down to my entrance, immediately thrusting them in and out. Roughly, to get that high faster. My other hand reaches my breast and I trace my thumb over my nipple, rolling and pinching when needed.

When I feel I'm about to come around my own two fingers, I bring my other hand down as well to flick my clit, hard. I feel the pleasure through my body as I release making me cry out "Maya."

The realisation makes me withdraw my hands from my lower half, and block my mouth. I moaned her name this time. Fuck. I imagined having sex with my student. Again.

I groan as I get up to wash my hands. It's ridiculous. She's done some sorcery shit on me. I can't think of anyone or anything else while having sex.

I tried. I tried so hard to get her off my mind. To be away from her. But her smiles, her sweet words, they never leave my thoughts.

Last year, before she joined, I would fuck a lot of women. I wouldn't think of anything, before or after. Even during the activity, my mind would be blank. It was a coping mechanism, having sex. To escape the reality. Now, it doesn't feel right with others. I always think of her during it, during pleasuring others. I'd close my eyes and imagine her under me, never them. It makes me feel like a cheater. Like I'm cheating on Maya, even if we aren't together.

When I first met her with her parents, she gave me that cheeky smile of hers and I couldn't breathe. I forgot what I was talking about. She just laughed. She laughed at her teacher. The worst thing is, I wasn't even embarassed. It felt good. It felt good to hear her laugh. It still does. I love to see her laugh and be happy.

However, I can't deny that it isn't right. She's eighteen, but I'm still her teacher. It's wrong. Then why does it feel so right? She feels right.

I get ready wearing a black tshirt and a black skirt with daisy prints. Black, to match with her raven hair. To top it off, a light yellow cardigan and my black heel shoes. Will she like the outfit? I hope she does. Shit. No, she's still your student.

"Do you know about India?" Bella asks when I go to her room to give her her breakfast.

"Yes. A little. Why do you ask?"

"She's Indian." Right, the new imaginary friend. "Can I have a book about it?" She asks.

I reply sitting down on the corner of her bed, "I could tell you stories if you'd like?"

"No. Books." She says deadpan looking past me. I hum and get up, closing the door to her room. Why is she always this cold towards me? I'm trying so hard with her but there's no progress, none. Even with the therapists, she'll just sit there, paying no mind to them.

Atleast she's interested in something, reading, that's good. I'll ask Maya for the books. She'd know some good ones. I send her a quick text to meet me in my office and take my purse and car keys, heading out with Bella.

The drive to the day care was silent, as always. I didn't get to ask Thea about the girl Bella's got close to. She was too busy with the kids, they were a havoc today.

The tall wide gates of the school premises open as I go in. It feels good to see the campus so empty. It's quiet peaceful. The turning leaves preparing for autumn are evident. I hear the chirping of the birds and momentarily stop, just to observe the sky above, taking it all in. Maybe I should arrive early more often. I see Maya sitting on a yellow wooden bench under a tree. Few leaves fall down around her as she peers down on a novel she's reading. She's wearing black ripped jeans and a maroon top with little white flowers on it. She looks ethereal.

I tap her shoulders and she jumps a little removing her headphones and resting them on her neck.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay." She smiles up at me, her cherry coloured lipgloss shining a little.

"Is this seat taken?"

She takes her bag from besides her and drops it on the grass. "Nope. Sit."

"What are you reading?" I ask as I take a seat besides her.

"The price of salt."

I roll my eyes and say, "You're into Cate Blanchett, aren't you?"

She chuckles softly. "Cate Blanchett in Carol, yes."

"Typical." I smile and say. "Thank you for the letter. You did cheer me up."

"Were you not having a good day before?"

"Ah, it was alright. Life, you know. Nothing I can't handle."

She tilts her head slightly with a frown. "Tell me about your day. What did you do Friday?" She asks.

"Not much really. The only interesting thing I did was go at that carnival with my friend."

"Friend? Without a 's'?"

"I don't consider Andrea, Mrs Cohen as my friend. The other woman I was with, Steph. She's my friend."

She looks back down at her novel holding the corners of a page stroking it with her thumb. Without her usual smile, she asks. "Then what do you consider Mrs Cohen as?"

I say the words I didn't that day. "You have nothing to worry about."

Her chocolate brown eyes, that look much lighter under the sun meet mine and she smiles. "Is that so?"

"Mhmm." I just know I'm red right now. Get a grip, Alicia.

She chuckles softly. "You know, you're really cute sometimes."

"Only sometimes?"

"My bad. Always. You're cute, always." She beams.

Her phone rings. Still, our eyes linger for a few seconds before she turns towards the device.

"Hello?" She speaks. "Yes...I'm near our campus. I'll meet you in a couple minutes." She hangs up and turns to me. "I'm sorry, I have to go. My friends are here."

"It's okay." I say with a smile. "Oh and do you know any good story books by Indian authors for kids?"

"Panchatantra's good. Anushka Ravishankar also has a good collection." I try to learn the names by attempting to pronounce them in a whisper.

She laughs and says, "I'll text you, don't worry."

"Do you have kids?" She asks. She seems so unfazed. Would she not have cared if I did? Would she still be the same with me?

She speaks up again when I don't say anything. "You can tell me, I wouldn't mind."

"I don't. It's for my sister."

She nods and then groans when her phone rings again. "She's going to call me every second if I don't go now. I'll talk to you later?"

"Ofcourse. I'll be here."

After giving me a wink, she runs off through gate the towards the main building. I feel my cheeks on my palm and they're hot. She's a witch, guaranteed.