Ocean Breeze

12- Keegan

I woke up with a throbbing in my head. I must've drank way to much. I shifted my head against the bare back I was laying against. Aside from the pain shooting through my head I felt blissful. I opened my eyes taking in my surroundings suddenly realizing where I was. The naked body under me was still sleeping. I slowly lifted my arm off the back it was draped over. Ryan rustled but didn't wake up. Her breathing was shallow.

I slipped out of the bed trying to be quiet as I pulled on my clothes. I searched for shirt on the floor but it was still dark. My eyes landed on a clock. Oh my god John was going to kill me. It was 3am. I had texted him around 7pm telling him I was having drinks with ladies from work and would be late. Neither of us would've thought this late. Shit.

I pulled my shirt on and looked back at the bed. It was in disarray. Ryan was laying on her stomach and the sheet was low around her waist. One leg hung out from under the sheet. She looked adorable.

I crept out of the room pulling the door closed behind me. I got in my car and sped home. Fuck what had I done. Ryan was a 17 year old kid. Nine years younger than me, and my fucking student. How could I have crossed that line and with such ease. Who was I kidding I knew why. Ryan wasn't like her classmates. She didn't act like a kid, she was mature. She seemed to be beyond her years but that didn't justify what I had done. Now I was headed home to my husband when all I wanted was to turn around and get back in bed with Ryan.

I crept into the dark house and tried to be as quiet as possible walking up the stairs. John was in bed asleep luckily. I grabbed some clothes and took a quick shower in the guest bathroom. I was sore. My whole body ached but it was a pleasant feeling. I cut the shower off, dried off, and slipped the t-shirt over my head. I decided not to risk waking John up. It was already 4am and I had to be up at 6:30.I went back down stairs and laid down on the couch pulling a blanket up around me. I couldn't settle my mind so I flipped on the TV hoping it would lull me to sleep, but the panic was rising. I thought of all the trouble I would get in. Not just being fired or getting divorced, but possibly going to jail. I knew Ryan would never tell anyone or report what had happened. She just didn't see the type and the way she looked at me, no she wouldn't tell anyone.

I took several deep breaths trying to calm myself. Ryan's eyes came into my mind. The hint of green and the hungry look she had when between my legs. My body shuttered and felt heat run through me. I let the thoughts of Ryan take over my mind as sleep overtook me.

—-

Friday flew by. Ryan was suspended and wouldn't come back for a week. I was appreciative of not having to face her after what happened the night before. The weekend had seemed to drag on after Friday. John and I had the weekly dinner with his family. I dreaded it. I dreaded even more the nights alone with John. I didn't feel right having sex with him so soon after Ryan. Actually it didn't feel right having sex with him at all. I was running out of excuses between headaches, stomach aches, and being too tired. He was frustrated and so I knew I couldn't put him off any longer with a three day weekend coming up at the end of the coming week.

On Saturday John invited over his coworkers which included his father which of course meant his mother and sister would tag along. Most guy days involved the host firing up a grill and beers being guzzled but this group was different. For starters John had never owned a grill and he was a wine drinker with the occasional exception of a glass of scotch or whiskey. All of that meant I was baking chicken breast in the oven and his mother prepared sides and casseroles for them.

After dinner I excused myself again claiming a headache, but really I couldn't stand hearing John and his friends and family gossip. I had never fit in with them and their talks of the rich and famous truly bored me. They had started in on another bottle of wine so I felt safe that they had a few more hours to go. I slipped into the bedroom closing the door behind me. I watched a movie but mostly thought, and worried, about Friday when Ryan would return to school. Another part of me couldn't wait to see her. That part scared me.

—-

It had been a week. I hadn't reached out Ryan and was hoping today wouldn't be awkward. Even though I knew it would. I planned to avoid and ignore her. Real mature. Instead of waiting outside the room in my usual spot talking to Elaine I retreated into the classroom and started getting canvases ready for our next, and final project.

I kept my back turned as everyone filed in to the room. The bell rang and I took a deep breath before turning to greet everyone. Luckily Ryan was looking down at her phone. "Okay guys we are starting our final project of the semester. This one is a painting." I paused. "You can use any kind of paint you would like, but" I heard the sighs and groans around the room. Ryan still hadn't picked her head up. I was getting aggravated. The least she could do was acknowledge me. Not to mention phones weren't allowed and it was disrespectful but I chose not to draw attention to it. "Paint something that brings joy to you. It can be an item, person, place, even food. Whatever you choose." The relieved chatter erupted and everyone walked to the counter grabbing a canvas and heading to various places in the room and patio to begin working. Ryan went to her usual spot in the back never looking my way. She didn't look like she was avoiding me or trying to ignore me. She had a tired or maybe even sick look to her. God I hoped it wasn't disgust that she had slept with her teacher. The thought hurt more than worried me.

Everyone darted out of the room when the bell rang. I heard the door shut but could still feel a presence in the room. It was Ryan but I didn't turn to look at her. She had spent the entire class focused on her work, never making eye contact with me.

"Do you want to talk about it," she said making her way across the room and leaning on the wall between the closets. I busied myself and answered flatly with a no. I glanced at her and walked towards the back to put up the supplies someone had left out. Ryan stepped out and grabbed my arm pulling me into the supply closet. She pinned me against the shelving unit and was two inches away within seconds.

"Let me go Ryan. This can't happen and it should have nev.." She slammed her lips into mine parting them with her tongue and sliding it into my mouth. I kissed back letting our tongues fight for control. Two seconds ago I was angry and hurt and now I was giving in like it was second nature.

I shoved her back and she released me and leaned into the shelf behind her. "Come away with me." She said smiling.

"What? I'm not going anywhere with you and this can't happen. It's wrong." I sternly replied.

"It doesn't feel wrong. So come away with me. It's a 3 day weekend and I'm going to my grandfather's villa on the beach. It's a small town no one will know you and you get to spend 3 days at the beach. Not to mention you will get the pleasure of my company."

"You know I can't. What would i tell my husband. Hey John I'm going to spend the weekend with my student?! Who said I want the pleasure of your company anyways?"

"Just tell him you're going away with work friends. Look I'm leaving tomorrow morning at 8am. If you show up then we can have an amazing weekend at the beach. I'll even be appropriate and not hit on you. And you know if you don't come I'll spend a rather boring weekend soaking up the sun alone."

She walked out without waiting for a response. She wasn't wrong I could just lie to John and hold Ryan to her word on nothing flirting. What was I thinking of course there would be flirting. I pushed off the shelf and headed out of the closet.

"Ryan turned to face me one last time before walking out of the room, "Oh, and you know you want the pleasure of my company." She turned and walked out.

I couldn't stop the smile from touching my lips. What was I thinking. All of this was wrong. No matter how good and free it felt it was wrong and there was no way in hell I was going to spend a weekend alone with Ryan.

I grabbed my purse and shut and locked the door behind me. I let the dumb smile turn to a frown as I headed out for another weekly dinner with John's family.