Loving Teacher (2 page)

Reluctantly deciding to let it go, Nikki turned to look over the main entrees. “I think I’ll have the chicken…”

“Um, I’d go for the tilapia if I were you,” Mark cautioned. “Your only other choice today is pasta that’s about a week past
al dente
.”

She wasn’t in the mood for pasta, but she filed away the information. She pursed her lips, then said, “I like chicken a lot more than fish.”

He leaned slightly closer, and in a conspiratorial whisper said, “Have you ever eaten chicken with pin feathers?”

She laughed. “Oh, come on! You’re pulling my leg.” Mark pointed at the serving case, daring her to investigate. Leaning down to look more closely at the roasted chicken breasts and thighs, her eyes widened with disbelief. Little tiny feathers, finer than hair and maybe an eighth of an inch long, protruded from the nicely browned skin. There weren’t many of them, but there didn’t have to be. She straightened up, a grimace of disgust on her face. “Oh. My. God.” Taking another step forward, she reached out and snatched up a serving of tilapia. Turning back to Mark, she asked, “Anything else I should know about the food here?”
 

“The peanut butter pie is to die for,” he told her, “but the enchiladas are weapons of mass destruction. Avoid them and anyone who’s eaten them. Everything else is okay, if not great.”

“Hey, aren’t you eating?” she asked as he set down his empty tray in the return bin.
 

He shook his head. “I finished before you came in.”

“So you just came back to save me from Mr. O’Neil?” She was genuinely touched at the gesture.
 

“And the chicken,” he said with a wry grin. “Oh, and if you want to avoid any more lunch dates with Mr. O’Neil, make sure you get here early. He has detention every day during the first half hour, so you’ll be safe then.”

She laughed. “Now that I’ll definitely do,” she told him. “Thank you, Mark.”

He gave another shy bob of his head. “Sure. Any time.”

Then he turned away toward the exit and was quickly absorbed into the stream of his fellow students who were making their way to their next class.

CHAPTER THREE

Mark swam toward consciousness as the door to his room slowly opened, then closed. Blinking his eyes open, he looked toward the doorway where he saw a shadow, the outline of a woman moving toward him. He caught the scent of her perfume, of lavender with a touch of jasmine, which brought him fully awake. He propped himself up on his elbows, his heart hammering, as she reached his bed. At last, the shadows fell away from her face, and in the soft moonlight streaming in through his window he could see who it was.

Nikki.

She was entirely nude, save for a small gold chain around her neck. His eyes drank in every inch of her body as she stood beside his bed, allowing him to savor the moment. Her eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight and her lips glistened. His gaze wandered to her pert breasts, their nipples standing fully erect, then lower, across her taut belly to her pussy, which was shaved bare. Her lips there glistened, too.

Deciding that she’d given him enough time, her own eyes clouding with lust, she whipped back the blanket from his own nude body and straddled him. He gasped as her hot wet cunt pressed down on his already throbbing cock, but she wasn’t ready for him. Not yet.

Leaning down, she kissed him hard on the mouth, teasing him with her own tongue before sucking on his. Breaking the kiss, she reached behind his head and, taking a hank of his hair in her hand, forced his mouth to her breasts. He sucked and licked her nipples, wishing he could suck both at the same time, wishing that he could taste and touch every inch of her all at once. With a sigh, she shuddered and slowly began sliding her slick cunt over his cock.

Finally, he’d had enough. Using a move he’d learned in wrestling his freshman year to free himself from a pin, he bucked her off, then flipped over on top of her, straddling her waist. He bent down to kiss her, their tongues fucking one another while his fingers twisted and pinched her nipples. He wanted to tongue fuck her pussy, to lick her and taste her everywhere, but he knew that wasn’t an option. Not now.
 

He gasped as she reached down with both hands, one grabbing his cock and the other cupping his balls. With the thumb of the hand gripping his cock, she smeared the stream of clear pre-cum over the head in a circular motion while slowly stroking up and down on his shaft. As if that weren’t enough to drive him crazy, her other hand squeezed his balls while the tip of her index finger probed his ass.

In a frenzy of lust, he pulled her hands away and, still on his knees, moved between her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet, her inner thighs coated with her juice. Taking hold of his cock, he guided the tip to her swollen pussy lips. He paused for an agonizing moment, captivated by the sight, before he finally slipped inside her, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Nikki. Then he took hold of her hips in a grip so tight he knew he’d leave bruises on her skin, but he didn’t care. Nor, clearly, did she: Nikki brought her knees back and put her feet on his shoulders, her gaze locked to his as he began to fuck her.

His body became a machine, ramming his cock in and out at a blinding pace. His balls were slapping her ass so hard they hurt, but he didn’t care. Nikki reached behind her, putting both hands on the headboard to help hold her body in place against his furious pounding. He leaned forward, rotating her hips upward slightly and allowing his cock to dive even deeper.
 

She cried out as she started to come, and he bit his lip hard, drawing blood, as he fought to stave off his own climax. Nikki, her head thrown back and mouth open in a cry of ecstasy, her breasts moving like waves upon the water in time with his rhythmic thrusting, was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He was delirious with the mixed scent of her perfume and her musk, and all at once it was too much.

With one last, desperate thrust, he drove himself as far as he could inside her as his balls contracted and streams of cum shot from his cock into her cunt…

***

“God!” Mark’s eyes flew open as he came. His body shuddered, his abs contracting in rapid waves as semen jetted from the tip of his cock. While most of it landed on the skin of his shuddering belly, he came so hard that some of it spurted onto his upper chest. It was only then that he realized that he hadn’t even been stroking himself; he’d been fucking his wadded up blanket, which now lay beside him, in his sleep. With desperate desire, he took hold of his still spasming cock and stroked it hard, the cum now acting as a lubricant. He thrust his hips, trying to prolong the orgasm even as the cruelly delicious dream of making love to Nikki faded away. “Fuck,” he gasped as his body began to relax, spent. He breathed in the mild chlorine scent of his cum, which was already cooling against his skin, wishing Nikki’s scent were mixed in with it. “Fuck,” he said again, louder, this time out of frustration. He knew he just had a ridiculous crush, little more than a childhood infatuation, on Nikki, but Jesus. He’d jerked off while fantasizing about her plenty of times in the three months since the semester had started, but this was the first time that he’d come without even using his hand. And the dream had been so damn real.
 

He looked at the clock. It was almost time to get up, anyway. With a sigh of resignation, he left the warm comfort of the bed and padded to the bathroom, making sure he didn’t drip cum all over the floor.
 

As he made himself some scrambled eggs, he reflected on the empty house around him. His parents were in Africa on a humanitarian mission, and he had no brothers and sisters. He knew that some people would think his parents were awful for leaving him alone like this, and that he must feel lonely all the time, but neither was true. He was eighteen going on nineteen, and while he loved his parents, as a young man it was nice to have the house to himself while they were busy helping people who needed it. His parents had taught him to be independent, and he looked upon it as one of his strengths. He also enjoyed his solitude, and when he felt the need for companionship he would go hang out with the few real friends he had.

He had never intended his penchant for solitude to preclude him from developing a love life, however. Unlike people like Jerry, who had girls swarming over him all the time, Mark had never been popular, and the few girls he’d ever been remotely close to were friends by mutual tacit agreement, and not potential lovers. He admitted to himself that he was envious of his friends and acquaintances who had experienced so much as teen puppy love, or managed to steal a kiss. The only kisses he’d ever received from a girl — or woman — had been the ones given in his fantasies and dreams and from his mother and grandparents, which obviously didn’t count.
 

Shoving those thoughts aside, he grabbed his backpack and headed out the door, locking it behind him. School was about a mile and a half away, and while he occasionally took the bus, he usually preferred to walk. Being a senior, he could’ve driven, but he didn’t see the sense in burning gas over such a trivial distance unless the weather was abysmal.

By the time he’d reached the school grounds, he was afraid that’s exactly what it was going to be. The blue sky that had greeted him when he’d left the house was rapidly being consumed by slate gray clouds. He shrugged to himself. He had an umbrella, and the last time he’d checked, the only person who’d ever melted from being doused with water was the Wicked Witch of the West.
 

He walked through the parking lot on what had become a very specific course, for a very specific reason. Not long after the semester had begun, he’d seen Nikki pulling into one of the spots reserved for teachers. She drove a 1974 Chevy Monte Carlo with a maroon paint job and white Landau top. She kept it in immaculate condition, and it was an absolute beast of a car amidst the more typical compacts, and even the larger SUVs. He’d watched her maneuver it, and couldn’t help but be impressed as she backed it into her parking spot as quickly and effortlessly as if it were no more bulky than a Smart Car. Walking on the elevated concrete sidewalk, he passed the maroon leviathan every morning, then again every afternoon when he left. He knew he was just being ridiculous, but it made him feel a bit closer to her somehow.

This morning as he made his walk-by, his normal casual look at the car almost led to him falling off the sidewalk. There, in the back seat, was a hardback copy of the
Encyclopedia of Sex
, atop which lay a pair of black lace panties.
 

“Holy shit,” he breathed as he somehow managed to keep his balance. He was going to have a far more difficult time concentrating in Nikki’s class today than he normally did.

CHAPTER FOUR

Nikki sat at her desk during her free hour during the last period of the school day, trying to get caught up on grading the latest round of essays from the advanced English comp class. After finishing the first paper, she set it aside and took the next one. With a smile, she saw that it was Mark’s. The topic of the essay was Aldous Huxley’s
Brave New World
, and the assignment had been for each student to design their own version of Utopia. She read through his essay, nodding in silent agreement with some of his points, writing some comments and questions in the margins about others. The assignment had dictated a full three pages, but Mark, as he so often did in his writing, had gone further.
 

This wasn’t part of the assignment
, he had written at the top of a separate page,
just a few additional thoughts I had
. While she would never have admitted it to anyone, one of her favorite things about teaching this semester had been Mark’s “additional thoughts.” She’d come to look forward to reading them as a secret indulgence, not because he was a neophyte literary genius, but because his words never failed to resonate strongly with her. Something that she also would have never, ever admitted to anyone was that she had become very fond of him in a way that would have been more than frowned upon had anyone known. She was old enough not to fool herself into thinking she loved him, but she couldn’t deny a definite sense of attraction. He wasn’t drop dead gorgeous like Jerry Kennedy, but he was certainly handsome enough. While his body wasn’t a motion sculpture like Jerry’s, he was nonetheless muscular and lithe, and the gaze from his green eyes was sometimes so intense that she had to look away. He was much more mature than the other boys and, to be honest, most of the boyfriends she’d ever had, including the one she’d most recently dumped. And if there was something in the classroom that needed to be done, he was always there doing it, always without her having to ask and without making a big show of it. It was as if he could read her mind and simply wanted to do what he could to help her, for no other reason than it pleased him to do so. She had been extremely careful never to show any sort of favoritism toward him, to the point that sometimes she had even intentionally ignored his help, withholding a well-deserved word of thanks.
 

She shifted in her seat as a pleasant but dangerous tingle of heat sprang to life between her legs, and she pressed her thighs together, willing the sensation to go away. Something else she never would have confessed was that Mark had visited her in her dreams. A sudden cascade of images flashed through her mind, and her nipples began to rise in rebellion against her rational mind.
 

“Oh, for God’s sake,” she scolded herself as she read the rest of Mark’s words with some semblance of dispassion.
 

If Man is contained and rigidly controlled in a Utopian civilization
, Mark wrote,
he ceases to be completely human. If there is no unsatisfied want or need, the mind becomes listless and lethargic, for it becomes unnecessary to think if all one has to do is ask. If struggle and sacrifice are no longer necessary to achieve an end, then there is nothing by which values may be judged, so values themselves diminish and disappear
…