Her

Part 26

Her POV

As I stood at the head of the classroom, surreptitiously leaning against my desk for support, my body bruised and exhausted, I looked out at the sea of students who sat before me at their small, individual desks, their pens and pencils scratching away at papers as they wrote. The day was nearing it's end, and as I always did around this time, I grew increasingly anxious for the bell to ring, signaling the end of class and the beginning of my stolen time with the beautiful and strange girl who had become, in many ways, my saving grace, my lovely sin, my angel. I allowed myself a quick glance in her direction, and she met my gaze with equal discretion, a sly smile curving her deep red lips up at the corners. I felt my own lips spread into a matching smile, surprising not only myself, but her, as well. Her smile widened, relieved at finally getting me to smile. I sighed indulgently, gratefully, at the solicitude the young woman showed me, for no reason that was immediately apparent to me.

My time with this girl was as different to the agonizing hours spent with my fiance as day was to night. In her gentleness she was able to soothe and heal the turmoil and sickening pain brought about by my none too gentle male lover, and her ardent caresses returned feeling to my broken, numb body and heart, to my very soul. I cherished every touch, every kiss, every whispered promise from my untarnished love, every moment precious. The amazing thing, I thought to myself, was that that she acted as if she were the lucky one, blessed by my attention and presence, rather than the other way around. I could tell she truly treasured me, and that, more than even the warmth of her arms and soft velvet of her lips, gave me cause and strength to rise every morning. Her lascivious gaze was both a comfort and a fiery blaze for me, while his lechery was merely disgusting. How strange it was, the allure of my young paramour, the fervor of my desire for our shared passion, the rapture I felt with the oddly innocent woman. A desirous look passed between myself and my saving grace, the ardor of the younger woman's gaze burning through me slowly.