The bell rang. As planned, I approached his desk. To everyone else, it appeared as if I had some really important question about Henry VIII to ask. But I knew in my head, this was the breaking point. I asked him if there was any way he give me anything extra to study by. The last student left the room. He closed the door and lead me to a closet on the same wall, a few feet over.
"If you could reach it, there's a folder right up," his arm brushed mine as he pointed, "there." His words were breathy, and my heart was pounding fast. He felt it too. That spark. When we touched. "I see it." I said quietly. I stepped inside and balanced on my toes to reach it. I was quivering slightly, and before I knew it, I was falling forward. Before I could think, his hands were on my waist, catching me. I turned, and was face to face with him, noses touching at the tips. Blushing, I stepped back a tiny bit, going deeper into the closet. His hands, still gripping my waist, loosened slightly. He stepped closer, and brushed a strand of hair away that had fallen in front of my face. "Are you alright?" His breath was a cool whisper, and a shiver went down my spine as I felt it hit my face. I took a deep breath, and replied. "I'm fine now. Thank you." The words came out softer than I thought possible. I smiled a tiny smile, and saw it reflected on his face. "Your welcome." The words were soft and warm this time. I glanced down at the hands, still firmly on my hips, and looked into his eyes. They were a cool blue, light like the sky, but as deep as the sea. He was staring back into my own, and his hands started to rub up and down my hips. Without breaking the stare, I moved my own hands to his strong shoulders, and let my fingers toy with the fabric of his light gray sweater. We stepped farther into the closet, and closer together. His hands caressed the sides of my stomach, beneath my shirt, going dangerously higher each time. Those strong hands were cool to the touch, and I shivered with pleasure. My hands slowly ran their way down his chest, and his muscles tightened under my touch. My breathing was staggered, and his fell in short, sharp breaths. When my hands reached his waist, he sucked in a deep breath, and I moved them to his sides as he pulled me close. We were no more than six inches apart. We locked eyes once more, and he tilted his head forward, and the tips of our noses touched. He raised his eyebrows in the slightest, yet most seductive way. His mouth shifted into a sexy smirk. The hands that had found their way back to my hips jerked me closer in one quick, sudden movement. Our hips were touching. I moved my arms, positioned them so in the end my face was closer to his. I smirked back, and before I knew it, I felt a hard bump pressing against my thighs. He looked me in the eyes and was suddenly very serious. The intensity was frightening, and I knew this was it- the point of no return. If I said no, if I told him to stop... He could get so fired for this. He could get arrested for this. He was asking me with his eyes, was I sure? I knew what I wanted, and I wanted him, this minute, right now, in this silly little closet. In response, I ground my hips in slow, meticulous circles against his, and gripped the collar of his button down shirt beneath the sweater he wore. His firm hands were cupping my butt, pressing my body against his. He sighed deeply, a physical command that told me not to stop. His head leaned into mine, and he grabbed the back of my head, clutching at my hair. He was breathing heavy now as he looked me in the eyes. His eyes were no longer completely calm, beneath their cool surface there was a wild drive. Fueled entirely by desire, I pulled him close and tilted my head up the slightest bit. He leaned in, and our lips met in the softest, most electrifying way. For about 20 seconds we remained, held tight in each others' arms, lips locked. Then it was he who pulled away first, and looked at my face. A sneaky smile played on his lips, and before I could smile back they were back on my own; but this time it was a harder, more desperate kiss. His hand roamed my back, and I slammed into a shelf. With his free hand he shut the door and flicked on a light switch. I opened my eyes and grabbed at the back of his sweater, trying to get it off of him. He began to lift my shirt and we separated for a moment so he could lift it over my head. After it was off, he assisted me with removing his sweater. Both garments were tossed aside, as they held no purpose at the time. I struggled with the buttons on his shirt, as he fumbled endlessly with my jeans. Soon enough, they both joined the growing pile on the floor. Then, I leaned back against the wall and watched him remove his pants. I tried to calm my breathing, and to relax a little, but there he was, standing before me in just his boxer shorts. And they were barely covering what they ought to. We took simultaneous deep breaths as we looked each other over. I could hardly believe my eyes; he was so perfect. A hairless chest with the lines hinting at a faint six pack... I had to catch my breath. He looked me up and down. I tried not to feel too self conscious, but I had never been in this position before. I started to shift my hands in front of my stomach, but he pushed them away, bringing them around his waist. Leaning into my ear, he whispered just loud enough for me to barely hear, "Beautiful..." And then he kissed my ear, and started a trail down my face. Once he reached the base of my neck he started to leave little love bites, and I whispered a moan of delight. Then he reached my chest, and kissed them lightly. I took his hands and lead them to the clasp of my bra, and it joined the pile on the floor with a soft thud. There was a delicate gasp as he looked up at me, and then back to my chest. He was on his knees and let his head rest on my stomach. Then I was in his strong arms and he was carrying me, bridal, to the pile of clothes. He laid me down and straddled my hips. I closed my eyes and shivered as his cool hands connected with the sensitive skin on my chest. My head leaned back and I tried not to make any sounds. Then I opened my eyes just long enough to see his lips nearing my own. The kisses that ensued were deep and passionate. We breathed as one, with his lips and tongue connected to my own, barely stopping save for small intakes of air. Then we stopped, and he traced the line of my underwear lightly with his finger. I fiddled with the elastic of his boxers, suddenly becoming nervous. This was so big, and important, and frankly a little scary. "Are you okay?" He asked, whispering into my ear. I nodded, and he kissed my cheek lightly, and then tugged my underwear down, and I kicked them off with my feet. I pulled his boxers off slowly, and tried not to gasp. It was nothing I would have ever thought. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply before looking at his face. He looked at me with such sincerity. I felt protected, but the innermost part of me was fighting against the comfortable way. I wanted passion and intensity, not the sweet and loving way. I cooled that part of me down, and moved my hand to his cheek, and sat up. He placed his hand on my back and brought me close. For a moment we sat there, in that simple embrace. Then, I slowly pulled away and stretched out, moving my body tantalizingly slow. He smiled dangerously. He ran his hands up my sides, and once he had my shoulders, he gripped tight, and thrusted in. "Oh!" I exclaimed but his hand clamped over my mouth. My heart beat a thousand miles a minute, and my breathing was haywire. He continued to move in and out, and I moaned softly. I couldn't help it. "Oh... Oh... Ohhhh please. Ohhhh oh." I was beyond feeling embarrassed, I was so high off of pleasure I didn't even care. His head was flung back, and he too was groaning. "God Almighty... So.... OHHHH." My face flushed red. I felt myself reaching a point of complete ecstasy. Then, I felt a rush, and it was over. We had climaxed. He lay on top of me, and rolled us over, so now I was above him. My head rested on his chest, which was rising and falling fast. I could hear his heart beat a mile a minute, knowing that mine was beating at a similar rate. I lifted my head up and smiled at him. He pushed me up into a sitting position, and leaned in towards my mouth. Our lips brushed softly against each other, and then met in a delicate kiss. Silently, we stood up, and he helped me dress, and then proceeded to dress himself. We left the closet,and then his classroom. The school was emptied now, even the hall monitors had gone home. We were alone, and he confidently draped his arm around my shoulder as we exited the building. He led me out into the parking lot and opened the passenger door to his truck, gently helping me up into the vehicle. In silence we drove to my house. Nobody was home, so we pulled into the driveway and unbuckled our seatbelts, leaning intimately closer to one another. "I think I'm in love with you..." I whispered daringly as his kisses found their way to my neck. I tilted my head up, allowing him easier access to my sweet spots. He made his way back up so our eyes were level. "I don't think so... I know I am." He smiled as joy erupted all over my face. "I knew it the day you walked into my classroom." "I knew it when we first made eye contact..." I muttered into his shoulder. His arms wrapped tightly around me; I felt secure and safe. He tilted my head up and lightly kissed my lips, letting his linger. I drew in closer, and he pushed harder, slipping his tongue in. I moved with him, pulsing against his body. Soon, our lips parted, and it was time for me to go inside. Our goodbye was a bittersweet promise of love and of hope. Once inside my house, I headed to the bathroom. I set the water for a shower, stripped, and got inside, feeling all the events of the day wash away. But the pounding droplets couldn't even begin to wash away the way his arms felt around me, or the pressure my lips felt from his kiss, or the love that I knew I felt in my heart for him. Nothing would ever take those things away from me.
