Hung Up On Romancing

They were alone. Nobody else thought to show up for the lesson. Mr Jones: a very slender man of twenty four years sat on his teacher’s desk with one leg crossed over the other. His beige, wide-legged trousers hung beautifully from his slim legs and the top button of his feminine blouse was undone almost suggestively as his mismatched, off blue eyes moved over to the girl stood timidly across from him. “I must say, Madeline,” he began in his heavy South London accent. “That you’re looking very fine this afternoon.”

The girl hesitated before quietly replying “I think you may need glasses sir.”

 “Keep your mouth shut- you’re squawking like a pink monkey bird.” He responded playfully, smiling. 

She wasn’t sure how to reply, or if she should indeed ‘keep her mouth shut’.  “Mr Jones, did you know that at the opticians down the road, eye tests are free every Saturday? You’re the pretty one, not me.” She said, looking at the floor.

“Yeah…I am pretty, you’ve got to admit.” He replied, tossing his chest-length, luscious light brown hair. “But I really like you too, Maddie.”

She was taken aback a little. “…I-I like you, too, Mr Jones.” She accidentally admitted.

He moved closer to her and gently removed her glasses. “Ah, you look so lovely without those blasted things blocking your face.”

She tensed up and waited anxiously, wishing she hadn’t said anything.

“Has nobody ever told you how beautiful you are?” He asked, stroking her arm, looking into her eyes longingly and twiddling the glasses in his other hand.

Trying to escape his gaze, she replied “A few times. Not many. Only about three times in my entire life.”

Jones seemed surprised. “Well, it’s four now.” He grinned.

Looking straight down at her shoes, she mumbled barely audibly “Do what you wish to me, sir.”

Jones bit his bottom lip. “Oh Maddie, would that not be illegal?”

She plucked up the courage to look up at him- he wasn’t that much taller than her, but right now he seemed like a giant- and placed her tiny hands on his shoulders. “But I really want you, sir.”

“Is there something you need to tell me, Madeline?” he asked, as one hand snaked down her back.

She shivered at his touch. “No, sir.”

“So, tell me,” He began, cocking his head to one side. “What are you thinking right now?”

“I’m thinking….” She started. She bit her lip. “Sort of like this.” Bringing her now shaking hands to the buttons of his blouse, undoing two of them.

He looked down at the young girl’s shaking hands and grinned before kissing her on the lips passionately.

She happily returned the kiss, closing her eyes and placing her hands on his face, tracing circles around his dimples with her thumbs.

“Don’t,” Jones giggled girlishly. “That tickles!”

The girl smiled and kissed his now exposed neck gently.

He started to have a complete giggling fit. “Don’t, Maddie! Oh, that tickles!”

She stopped and stared longingly into his eyes, combing her fingers through his locks.

He sighed. “Why must I be so old, Maddie? I’m practically a Grandpa, but I…I just…” he looked away, ashamed.

“You’re not.” She said, kissing him hard and pushing him up against the wall.