Teacher, Teach Her

Chapter Two

Summer, 2018

Elise's white dress stops just blow mid-thigh, and contrasts well against her tan skin. Her blond hair flows freely over her shoulders, a gentle wave in the strands that was created by the curler Everly had brought with her. Her best friend wears something that reflects her opposite; an emerald green dress, hair pulled up in a ponytail, and pale skin that's as flawless as a porcelain doll.

They're both in the screened-in back patio that belongs to the president of the college, talking to different potential students about majors and GPAs, as well as everything else that's school related. The rising freshmen who are visiting the university this weekend, are those of whom were lucky enough to already receive their acceptance letter. The few that were sent out, given the difficulty that it takes to get in.

Elise's mind is preoccupied though, as her eyes scan through the few faces on the patio. "Evs, I'm gonna go indie and grab a few more chips. Do you want anything?" Everly turns to her best friend, lips pressing together in a knowing, disapproving look.

"No, thank you."

With a smile, Elise turns on her feet and makes her way into the house. President Radcliffe is standing next to his wife, Anna, and they're busy talking to facility members about some of the cosmological changes that will be happening to the campus before school starts. The English department is cluttered together, talking to a few different students about some of the upcoming lectures that will be held almost an hour or two away from the campus itself.

Elise pushes past the nicely dressed people, weaseling her way into the kitchen without having to stop and say as much as hello. And as soon as she walks through the doorway, a smile pulls at the corner of her lips.

"Hi, Professor Williams." He pulls his attention away from the small glass of whiskey he's drinking. His eyes glance around the room, making sure no one is around before he decides to talk to Elise.

"Hello, Miss Gandy."

"Long time no see," she smiles, moving to stand next to him, leaning back against the island that's in the middle of the kitchen.

He's in gray plaid pants, and a long sleeved back shirt that's pushed up to expose his few bracelets and watch.

He distances himself when he realizes he's close enough to smell her perfume. It's sweet, just like her - he imagines.

Elise folds one arm over her stomach, her hand latching onto her elbow. Her fingertips play with the hem of her dress, taking note of how Bryan's eyes slowly make their way down her body.

He places the cup of alcohol down on the counter behind him and folds his arms over his chest, jaw clenched as he looks at you. "What are you doing?" He whispers, eyes slowly blinking.

"I'm not," she clears her throat, talking softly. "In case you were wondering."

He furrows his eyebrows, trying to connect the dots. Once he finally does realize though, his eyebrows shoot up, big blue eyes lingering even though they shouldn't be - not here. Not now. "You're not wearing.." his cheeks brighten, a soft rose color spreading as he runs his hands through his slicked back hair. "Jesus," he mumbles.

Elise moves to stand in front of him, eyes looking up the whole time, not breaking contact for a second. Their chests almost touch, as she reaches right behind him to grasp the small glass of whiskey. Her lips meet the ring of the glass, and she tilts her head back to take a small sip.

"Ah, what the hell is wrong with you?" Bryan hisses, taking the cup and dumping the contents in the sink. He moves away from Elise, going back to their normal distance. "You're gonna get me fired if you keep..." he turns around, shaking his head before his eyes land on hers.

"If I keep.. what?" Her bottom lip juts out in a small pout, big green eyes staring him down from across the kitchen.

"Elise...we-we can't."

"We can," she rolls her eyes, slowly approaching him yet again. "Mr. Williams, I'd do anything you wanted. You'd just have to show me," she carefully moves to pull a strand of hair off his black shirt, fingertips ghosting over his pectoral muscle.

He turns his face to the side, jaw flexing as he clenches his teeth. He looks borderline mad, and Elise is positive she hasn't seen anymore more attractive than her future professor does right now. "C'mon, I want you." She whispers. "Don't you want me, Mr. Williams?" She pulls at the collar of his blackshirt, exposing the small bit of chest hair that grows there.

She slowly takes one of his hands, and places it on her thigh. The electricity is admissible, and the small gasp that leaves Elise's tulips as his warm palm grips her thigh is enough to have Bryan's eyes darken. He squeezes, tight enough that it would normally hurt his wife, eliciting a complaint from her - but Elise takes the pain well. She slowly moves his hands up, towards the inside of her thighs.

"I'd be good for you." She whispered, eyes searching his for any sort of response. "You know that, right Mr. Williams? You just have to show me, teach me, guide me."

Without warning, his fingers brush against her most sensitive area, and she lets out a small whimper - all before he pulls away. "Not here," he finally says. "And never at the school-,"

"Give me your phone," Elise mutters, and he looks around the empty kitchen before complying.

His lock and home screen doesn't even reflect that he has a wife. Momentarily, Elise wonders what she would find if she looked through his camera roll. She goes to his messages, and types in her number before texting herself a quick, hey.

-

Elise:
Instead of grabbing my thigh next time,
make it my throat.

Bryan:
You don't have a clue as to
what you're asking for.

Elise:
I'm asking you to make yourself feel good.
To use me.
Anyway you want.
That's what I want.
To please you.

Bryan:
What hotel are you staying at?

Elise:
Marriot.
Why? Gonna get a room for the night?

Bryan:
Yes.

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