Teach Me

Chapter Seven: Avoiding Him

I trembled, staring up at Chris before I took a deep breath.

"I-I can't tou-" Before I could finish my sentence his strong arms pulled me forward, causing me to be flush against his chest as he brought his lips down to mine. His hands grabbed my wrists and placed my arms around his neck before he moved his hands back to my waist. I let my hands travel down a bit and explore his wide shoulders, and the muscles that flexed on his back when my fingertips trailed over them. I couldn't deny his bare, naked skin. I felt his hands inching up my shirt, and I gasped in shock when he tossed it across the room, making it land beside his desk. His lips were suddenly attacking mine fiercer as his tongue met mine. I was gasping wildly, my breathing out of control as I felt his warm hands sliding under my thighs and lifting me onto his desk. He pressed himself against me and a loud moan escaped me when I felt his hard warm chest press against mine. I had never felt this much of his skin on mine before. It was amazing, and I loved it. It was addicting.

"Chris." I moaned out, pulling him even closer.

"More?" He whispered, and I nodded, understanding what he meant. Yes, I wanted more of his skin against mine. I needed it. I felt his hands brush against my bare back, raising goosebumps as he unhooked my bra. He slid it down my arms slowly, the silky material tickling my skin. He finally slipped it off and tossed it to join my shirt as he tucked his head down, breathing down my neck and staring at my breasts. He finally kissed me again, and when I looked up and pulled him down closer, my breasts pressed firmly against his chest. A series of moans fluttered from my body as he raised his hands and spread them across my back, grabbing hold of me and dragging me into him. I could feel the pinch of his nails as they attacked my skin, but I ignored it. I was in too much bliss to worry about that.

"Lana..." He said softly as I ran my small pink tongue over one of the tattoos on his neck. I kissed his neck and then traveled down, my lips attacking his chest hungrily. I didn't know what had come over me, but I suddenly wanted to taste every inch of his body. And I was certain he could sense what was going through my mind. My lips trailed over the top of his abs, light as a feather, until I got towards the V of his hips. I stopped near the bottom of his stomach, licking the line of skin just above the hem of his jeans. I unbuttoned his jeans and stuck my hand inside, but as I pulled him out of his pants his arms instantly wrapped around me and pulled me back up to face him.

"You're not doing that again. It's my turn." He mumbled, sliding down until he was on his knees in front of the desk. He glanced up at me and unzipped my pants, tugging them down until they hung around my ankles. He hooked a finger on the top of my panties and pulled slowly, staring into my eyes as they slid down to meet my jeans. I was completely naked in front of him right now. He leaned in and kissed the inside of my thigh, traveling upwards towards my center. I throbbed more and more for him the closer he got, but when I felt his lips just a kiss away from it, my heart leapt into my throat and nerves shot through me.

"S-stop." I said. He chuckled and shook his head, but I tangled my hands in his curls and tugged his face away, snapping my legs shut. "Seriously, I said stop." I gasped out, staring into his confused but mesmerizing brown eyes.

"You don't REALLY want me to stop." He assured me, kissing me lightly.

"No, but I was nervous. I'm not ready to do things like that yet." I admitted, looking up at him to see how he felt about that.

"Okay." he whispered, his brown eyes searching mine. He slowly moved forward until he stood between my legs, dropping his head so he could let his lips meet mine once again. I kissed him back slowly, and just as I was getting lost in the kiss I felt his finger brush my clit. I tried to jump back in shock, but his arm was wrapped securely around my waist, holding me in place. 

"You didn't really think I'd listen to you, did you?" he mumbled, and he rubbed small circles on my clit, causing me to bite my lip and moan breathlessly. I wanted to tell him to stop, but my lips couldn't form words, so I bit my lip instead to try to hold in my moans. His fingers increased their pace and I squirmed in his arms, only causing him to hold me tighter. Suddenly I felt him force two fingers inside me as his lips met mine at the same time, silencing my whimper of shock. 

"Chris, stop..." I moaned, knowing what was going to come next. He laughed darkly and then quickened the pace of his fingers until I lost myself, not bothering to hold in my moans as my body gave him what he wanted. He growled with pleasure and kissed me hungrily, slipping his fingers out of me and instead letting his hands roam over the rest of my body. My body was numb with pleasure for a few minutes, but once I came back to my senses I pushed him off me, shaking my head. I was trembling from head to toe. I had never came for another man, but now wasn't the time to think about that. Chris had won me over in the heat of the moment, but now I felt like a dirty traitor. It was even worse now that I had touched him and let him touch me after I had been informed of his engagement. He breathed heavily, staring at me with those alluring brown eyes.

"You're beautiful." He mumbled, reaching up and cupping my face in his hands. I shook off his hold and felt tears running down my face.

"Give me my clothes." I said softly, my throat thick with tears as I continued to cry. 

"O-Okay." He said, hesitantly reaching down and grabbing my clothes. He handed them to me as I got dressed, and when I was finished I glared at him.

"I can't believe you Chris. I shouldn't have let you do that, and I'm sure your fiancée is a nice and lucky woman to be able to have you. So why would you treat her like this?" I asked, hesitating near the door and wondering if I should just leave and save my short speech for later. He sighed and adjusted his boxers properly on his waist before meeting my gaze again.

"I'm sorry Lana. I know I fucked up, but I can't help it-"

"Bullshit." I growled. "If you want her, you could've told me that, and if you want me, then you could have told her that." I reminded him. He ran a hand through his hair tirelessly.

"I don't know who I want. That's the problem." He admitted, looking down at his shoes as he crossed his arms lightly over his chest. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment before taking a deep breath.

"Well, until you find out who you want, I won't bother you anymore. And I won't let you bother me." I spat, turning on my heel and storming out of his classroom, slamming the door before I could even see his reaction to my words. The tears flowed faster down my cheeks as I ran to my locker. The school was almost deserted, as I had stayed past the regular hours, so I was free to run down the hallways without being noticed. My tear-streaked face was probably a much unwanted sight to see. 

I reached my locker and shoved my books in my backpack, getting out of school as fast as I could. I dove into my car and just sat there, my body numb as I continued to cry. I didn't even have enough strength to wipe my tears. They just blurred my vision until I glanced at my rearview mirror and saw the streaks of mascara trailing down my face. I bit my lip and tried to stifle my sobs as I stared at myself. I felt like a filthy whore. Even though I was a virgin, that's just how I felt. Or maybe I was just a plain bitch. A person that didn't care about a man and his relationships. I was just a person that ruined relationships. I feared that I would ruin Chris' relationship with his fiancée, and then I would be the one to blame. This time it was my fault. After he had kissed me, I should've stopped him and told him it didn't feel right to let him do that when he was already engaged. Instead I had fallen right into his trap and let him pleasure me until I realized how wrong it really was. I finally wiped away my excess tears, smearing the lines of mascara so that I probably looked a mess. I sniffled one last time and then started the car, backing out of the parking lot and heading home. 

That night I laid in bed thinking about how Tuesday would go. I didn't want to see Chris at all, I didn't think I could bear it. But I had to. If I wanted to graduate from high school, I just had to. 

I decided that I would act as if we had never been an "item", and I would go back to treating him with the correct amount of respect and referring to him as Mr. Brown. When we had tutoring sessions I would actually attempt to learn what he was teaching, instead of making out on his desk and wishing to do other things. I just couldn't handle this anymore. 

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The next morning I took a deep breath as I prepared myself to go to school. I hated doing this, but I had to. I made it through all of my morning classes without seeing Mr. Brown, but when fourth period arrived I knew I had to face him. It was my tutoring period. 

I walked swiftly to his class, my heart thrumming wildly in my chest as I prepared to face him. I slowly opened his door and saw him at his desk. His jaw was clenched, and he was staring at nothing in particular, a fire in his eyes that indicated some type of determination. I hesitated in the doorway until he finally glanced up at me expectingly. 

"Have a seat." He said, gesturing to the seat across from him. I shut the door behind me and walked slowly over to the seat he indicated I sit, sinking into the chair and crossing my legs.

"Alana." He whispered, his dark eyes seeming to glint with lust. 

"Y-Yes?" I asked unsurely. 

"I want you to know that I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. I want to go back to the thing we had." He said, his eyebrows furrowing as he explained his needs to me.

"I'm sorry Mr. Brown, I can't." I whispered.

"So you won't call me Chris anymore, then?" He asked, scoffing. I just shook my head and he sighed, glaring at me now.

"Fine then." He grumbled.

"Can we just get started on the tutoring? You haven't tutored me in a while." I suggested, watching him for his reaction. He smiled smugly and crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat.

"No." He said firmly.

"No what?" I asked unsurely.

"I will not tutor you until you understand that I still need you, Lana." He stated.

"My name is Alana." I snapped furiously. He just ignored me and I stood up, snatching the textbook from him before he realized what was going on.

"Fine. I'll just tutor myself then." I said, resisting the urge to stick out my tongue at him. He rolled his eyes and I flipped open the book to the lesson we had been doing, looking at problem one and licking my lips as I wrote the problem down on the board. I sat the textbook down and focused on the problem, but when I grew confused I heard a sigh. Then he was behind me, and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.

"You messed up here." He mumbled, taking my hand and raising it to the board. His arm rested against mine as his fingers clasped mine, and he took a step forward so that his whole entire body was pressed against my back. He lowered his chin until it was almost resting on my shoulder.

"This is supposed to be 58, not 67." He breathed, and I gasped as I felt his erection against my butt. I bit my lip and his lips brushed against my ear softly.

"Come back to me Alana. Please." He whispered in my ear, his other hand gripping my waist and holding me steady.

"I-I can't." I said firmly.

"Yes you can." He whispered, kissing my neck, trying to seduce me. I quickly shook my head and spun around, shoving him away.

"No I can't! I can't be with you, I just explained that! If you can't understand, then SCREW YOU! I HATE YOU!" I screamed, pushing him again before grabbing my books and storming angrily out of his classroom for the second time in two days. I didn't hear footsteps behind me, so I assumed he didn't follow me. I went into the girls bathroom to hide for the rest of this period, not wanting to get caught. And I also didn't plan on going to math class today. I just couldn't. Not after everything that happened. Not after this.