Dark Blue - Part 1

#2 - Because You're Mine

As they pulled up to John's flat, the rain had gotten so heavy you could barely see what lie ahead. Thunder cracked and the sky lit up with lightening.

"Come on then, no use staring at it." Said John as Priscilla stared blankly at the rain falling from the sky.

Within seconds the both ran from the car into John's flat. The inside John's home was quite tidy,  much to Priscilla's surprise. Everything was super modern. Black leather sofa, dark wooden floors, clean white walls which were naturally scattered with a few pieces of framed art. Coffee tables and end tables adorned with various sculptures and books on art. Priscilla then proceeded to take her high heel shoes off; she didn't want to be a rude house guest and dirty up the white carpet that was located in the middle of the sitting area.

"Tea?" questioned John as he then proceeded to take his jacket off and loosen his tie.

"Yes, but first I need to phone my parents." Priscilla stated politely.

"Oh yes of course, the phone is right in the living room." Said John with a small smile, pointing toward the direction of the phone.

As Priscilla walked over to the phone, she could feel Johns eyes follow her across the room. It wasn't that she didn't like it, it was just new to her. A man of John's age never paid her much attention before. It felt exciting.

"Hello mother?" Priscilla began as she replied to her mothers greeting.

"Priscilla where are you? You were supposed to be home from school an hour ago!" Ann exclaimed with worry in her voice.

Priscilla wasn't too sure she should tell her mom that she was with a boy, none the less an older boy who happened to be her hot teacher. Not that Priscilla ever lied to her parents in the past, but something about John intrigued her. After all, she didn't want to risk upsetting her parents thusly spoiling any chances of seeing him again outside of school.

So, she did want any teenage girl would do. She lied.

"Yes mother I'm okay." She said in a softer voice, "I'm at my friend Pam's house. The rain was so bad she offered me a lift to her place." she continued, hoping John wouldn't hear her lie.

"Well, okay Cilla. I'm happy you are finally making new friends. But don't be out too late! Remember, you still have class in the morning."

"Right mother, I will be home soon." She said with a smile. Her plan was working. Besides, it was only a small white lie. What harm could it do? "Bye mother." She said as she noticed John enter the room.

"I wasn't sure 'ow you liked your tea so I've brought you milk and suga'." stated John carrying a tray with two tea cups, a spoon, sugar and milk.

"Thanks." Priscilla smiled as she prepared her tea.

"So 'ow do you like England so far?" John asked trying to erase the awkward silence that was passing between the two of them.

"It's okay. I really didn't want to move. But, I guess I'm used to it at this point." Priscilla sighed.

"What do ya mean?" John asked, not sure what she meant by her last remark.

"My dad, he's in the Army. We get moved around a lot." She explained, taking a sip of the hot liquid.

"Ahh, I see." He said taking a sip of his tea, "So, do all American girls look as pretty as you or are you just an exception?" he questioned with a smile.

Priscilla could feel her face heat up as she blushed. "Mr. Lennon," she half whispered, "Should you be saying these things to one of your students? I mean..." Priscilla hesitated as she continued, "Isn't it wrong?"

John moved closed, pushing her long hair behind her shoulder, "It's only wrong if you tell me it is." He said as he leaned forward and peered into her pale aqua blue eyes, "Is it Priscilla? Is it wrong?" he said now mere inches away from her face.

John leaned forward slightly in effort to join their lips together. Priscilla then suddenly got up, "I have to go!" she stated. "I told my mother I would be home as soon as the rain stopped and..." she said trailing off to look out the window "It looks like its stopped."

Priscilla fidgeted with her fingers as John slowly rose to his feet. He then cupped both her hands in his in effort to calm her down. "I'll get my coat." He stated, staring into both of her eyes with a smile.

Priscilla sighed.

"What had I done? I mean, he is really handsome, smart, he has a good job. So what if he is my teacher? Sure he is a little older than me but, so what? I totally goofed this one. Way to go Priscilla." She thought to herself.

The drive to Priscilla's house was a quite one. Neither Priscilla not John spoke a word to each other if it wasn't for Priscilla giving him directions to her house. As they made their way closer to their final destination, Priscilla started to feel as if she made a mistake. He is a really nice guy, there was no need to have acted the way I did, she thought.

"Well, this is my house." She said plainly. "Thanks again for the tea, you were real sweet." She said with a smile, trying to smooth things over.

"Ay, no problem. 'ey, if you're ever in need of a cup, you know where ta find some then." John said with a wink.

"I'll keep that in mind." said Priscilla still smiling as she stepped from out of the car, "Goodnight, and thanks again!" and with that she shut the door and began to walk toward her house. As she came closer to her front door, she turned around to glance toward John to give him a friendly wave goodbye. With sadness, her face dropped as she realized he was gone.

"Damn." she whispered to herself, "I really blew it that time."

-

That night Priscilla didn't feel like hanging around her family. She quickly ate supper and excused herself shortly after to get washed up and ready for bed.

She lay on her bed, black hair sprawled out along side of her as she stared up at her ceiling. She began to let her mind wander with thoughts of John and how it would have been to kiss him. Sure she had kissed other guys, but John, he was different. He was older, obviously more experienced than Priscilla or any other guy she had kissed. Although Pricilla was still a virgin, she was no stranger to foreplay or the naked body of a male. She felt her mind drift to the thought of how John's lips would feel and what kind of kisser he would be. She imagined him telling her how beautiful she was while he touched face and gazed lovingly into her eyes.  Her mind was racing a mile a minute. She stated to feel flush with the thought of John pressed hard against her body. She thought about what it would feel like to have sex with him. To have him inside of her, saying her name, telling her how good she felt.

Suddenly, Priscilla's hand wandered under her night gown down to her clit where she found herself wet with excitement. She bit down onto her lip as she fingered herself with the thought of John's hard dick inside of her. She could hear him saying her name, telling her she was gorgeous, telling her he couldn't live without her. Coming close to her orgasm, she sped up her movements until she felt her body vibrate with ecstasy.

As quickly as it began, it had ended. She was alone with the thought that she had just pleasured herself to her teacher. The one who tried to kiss her only hours before whom she rejected and ran away from.

It was with that thought that Priscilla knew what she had to do. She had to have another chance with John alone; no matter what may be the risk.