Her Girl

Chapter 2

She took me past a door, a huge wooden double door with a chain wrapped around the door handles, a huge padlock on it.

"Before I open that door.." I looked at her, as she pointed to it. We were standing at the next door, my heart jumping out of my chest. "do you want to find out if you're truly what you think you are?" she asked coyly.
I was shocked, I could feel my eyes widen.

"Yes." I heard myself say. Was that me? I don't remember opening my mouth. It was definitely my voice though.

"Then we do this my way. I want you to know what you're getting into before you make any more decisions. I'm a dangerous woman Arabella. I don't want you agreeing to something you might not be able to handle."
What was she even talking about? She opened the door and inside there was a desk, almost like a study room.
She led me to the huge mahogany desk.

"Take a seat." she said, this time more formally than in the park.

She opened a drawer and pulled out a document.

"You're 18, right?" she asked raising her eyebrow.
I nodded. I was a senior at Mecca high.

"Turned 18 last week." I whispered.
She pushed the documents towards me.
I looked at it.

"What's this?" I asked carefully.

"A non disclosure form." She smiled.
"it's pretty much you agreeing by law that you won't talk about anything we do or tell anyone at all about this or us." my eyes widened.

"Us?" I asked stupidly.

"Do you want me to help you figure out your sexuality, Arabella?" she asked casually as if she was asking me if I was enjoying the weather.
I thought about this. Did I?
I had a crush on this teacher since she started at Mecca High.
I felt this growing feeling in the pit of my stomach, but it wasn't dread. It was.... excitement?
I nodded.

"Say it." She demanded politely.

"Yes Ms. Jacobs." I found myself blushing again.

"Beautiful." she said as she handed me a pen, pulling out more documents.

"I'm not like most others who enjoy what I do. I like to ease into it with the person, work them up slowly adding something new each time they get comfortable with what I added last." she explained.

"Huh?" I asked stupidly.

"Are you a virgin Arabella?" she asked, her eyes meeting mine.

"Yes." I found myself admitting without pause.

"How would you like to never have to make any decisions, well you'd have to make the bigger ones yourself, but have someone take care of you and keep you safe. Knowing someone will always have your back and be looking out for you? And learning about sex, what makes you feel good and what you like and don't like?" she asked in a serious tone.
That sounded really nice.
I hated making decisions. I hated being independent. It's one of the things that scare me the most in life.

"I'd like that." I mumbled sincerely.

"How does a three month trial sound?" she asked reaching out her hand, placing her fingers on mine. I felt the little sparks flow through my veins.

"A trial?" I asked curiously.

"Well, it would allow you to learn at a slower pace and it gives you the opportunity to still turn it down." she explained.
I nodded.

"that sounds good."
What the hell am I getting myself into?!

"You don't want to think about it first?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

"I never take risks and I hate making decisions. I'm tired of life and the way it is. If I don't like it, it's only 3 months." I stated

She just smiled.

"We should discuss what I expect of you while you're under my care." she smiled at me.

I nodded.

"I'll email you." she nodded.
"But for now, how about I show you a little about what you're getting into?" she winked and my heart gave a small flutter.

"Okay." I whispered