Be Mine

Resistance

Chapter 12

I opened my eyes slowly as I laid on something familiar. I suddenly realized I was back in the safety of my home, laying on my comfy bed. A shadow moved in the distance as I quickly sat up.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" A familiar voice asked. Mr. Wood was sitting on the grey chair I had in my room. Was this real?

He handed my a glass of water. "Drink up." He said firmly. "It's going to make you feel a lot better."

"Damn what happened?" I asked, feeling slightly nauseous as I spoke.

"You were really drunk at a party last night and called me to come pick you up." He said.

Slowly the memory of everything that happened last night started to rush back.  The alcohol, throwing up, the awful guy who tried to rape me. My insides felt numb as I played the scene over and over again in my head. "Oh my god you punched that kid" I exclaimed. "He deserved it" Mr Wood said, anger in his eyes.

I stood up, kicking off my heeled boots. "Hey, I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for picking me up late at night and making sure that I was alright. I'm sorry." I said, looking down feeling embarrassed.

Mr. Wood stood up, walking towards me. He wrapped me tightly in his arms, as I breathed in his  fresh clean scent and laid my head on his chest. My arms wrapped around his slim waist as we stood there, United. I felt so safe and warm.

He let go as we stood facing each other. I didn't care about anything anymore, I knew what I wanted.

I slowly put my fingertips on his forearm, gently tracing circles. He sighed deeply, closing his eyes, as if physically trying to restrain himself. He stepped away from me, sitting back on my chair, a certain pain in his eyes as he looked at me. I could tell that he was trying to control himself, but I wanted more.

Slowly I walked towards him. "Krista" he said softly, trying to stop me. I straddled him, sitting on his lap, daring him to stop me. He gently put his hands on my waist as I leaned into him, kissing him slowly. He tasted like honey, his soft pillow lips making me kiss him harder and harder. Our kiss became aggressive as I grabbed his soft hair. He slowly kissed me on my chin, tracing his lips down to my neck. I moaned softly, never wanting him to stop.

His hands gripped my hips, my dress riding up as he tugged on my lace thong. Suddenly he picked me up and walked towards my bed, gently placing me down. I watched him, as he stayed standing up. I could see how hard he was trying to restrain himself and in that moment I wanted him to fuck me so badly. I was a virgin and there was nobody else I would rather do it with.

I sat up and grabbed his shirt, pulling him down with me as my tongue explored his mouth, wanting to remember every detail of his taste. He gently kissed my neck as I placed my hands on his solid back. He rolled over and we laid next to each other, my hand finding his.

"I can't have sex with you. I shouldn't even have let this happen. If the school found out I would lose my job" he said, sighing.

I squeezed his hand. He was right. If anyone found out he would lose everything, and I would probably lose my place on the tennis team. Nobody won. But I also didn't know how I could resist him, especially when he would be a distraction at school.

"From now on we'll just act like nothing happened." I said, reassuringly. "It'll be ok, nobody is going to find out." He nodded in agreement.

The door downstairs suddenly opened and closed.

"Krista? Are you awake honey?" My mom asked from downstairs.

—End of Chapter