Mr Malloy: A BWWM Teacher-Student Romance (5 page)

More tears escaped her eyes, and he brushed them away, as she reached up and brushed his tears away, and somehow in the dark of the night, in the quiet space of wonder and the powerful genuine emotion between them, it was hard to tell if he kissed her first or if she kissed him, but it happened without thought or reason, without consideration of consequence or any forethought.

They were comforting each other, and as their lips brushed together, comfort was found. It was tender and sweet as real first kisses often are, and in that room with no one watching, with no one to put on a show for, they felt the soft touch of each other's lips in a real kiss for the first time. They pressed  their mouths together gently and hesitantly, their fingers light and careful, exploring and discovering each other's faces.

Their first soft tentative kisses grew warm and as their breath began to grow short, their hearts began to beat rapidly, and their blood began to rush. Their lips parted, their tongues touched tentatively, and then bravely, and then with hunger as their bodies began to tense and heat with strong urges.

Jason's hands moved from her face to the back of her neck and then to her shoulders, his fingers curling around her snugly as the feel of her skin beneath his hands made him stiffen with desire for her. His breath grew shallow and fast as his mouth left hers and traveled slowly down her neck, tasting her skin and drawing a fire to the surface of her, making her belly burn and her body ache for him. She slid her hands to his back and as he turned, leaning his body against her, her fingers found the skin of his back, beneath the pajamas he was wearing.

She paused for a second as the feel of his warm body under her fingertips made her realize just where they were headed. Her breath caught in her lungs as she decided with a blend of happiness and fierce independence that this would indeed be the night that she would give herself to a man for the first time.

As his mouth moved over her neck and down to her collarbone and the hollow of her neck, she knew she had never felt as much comfort as he was giving her, and his attentions to her, like much needed rain saturating a dry and dusty African desert, were a welcome rush of pleasure and surrender.

She slid her hand up the back of his shirt and curled her fingers tightly on his muscled body. A strained sigh escaped him and he moved his mouth back to hers, kissing her hungrily, twisting his tongue around hers and moving his lips over hers more ardently. Her body was burning for him, and she was overwhelmed by the electric passion that had seemed to catch fire so quickly between them.

Jason wanted to ask her if everything was alright, but as she clung to him and kissed him more fervently with each passing moment as their desire compounded, he knew that they were headed to a place they both wanted to go. Still, he had to know. He had to hear her say it to him. He lifted his face from hers and she looked up at him in surprise with wide eyes as their breathless kiss was broken.

His voice was husky and quiet as he gazed down at her. "Do you want to make love with me?" he asked her, his body stiff and anxious for her.

The corners of her full sweet lips curled up and she smiled at him. "Yes... Jason," she breathed, closing her eyes and lifting her mouth to meet his again. He needed no further encouragement than that. In between their heated kisses, he pulled his clothes from his body and then he helped lift her nightgown from her, gasping as he saw her form in the pale light.

Her curves were full and rounded, from her beautiful breasts to her small belly and the swell of her hips from which her long shapely legs extended. He shook his head, looking at her as if she was the first woman he had ever seen. The astounded look in his eyes and the hunger that showed in his open mouth as he looked at her, made her belly tighten and her skin feel as if it was on fire.

Jason lifted his hands as she sat before him in their bed and he traced his fingertips slowly over the lines and curves of her exquisite body. She let her eyes close lightly as he touched her, his feather-light t caresses leaving trails of fire over her. He looked at her in amazement, wanting her more than he had ever wanted any woman, and he reached his hands beneath her thighs and pulled her down onto her back on the bed beneath him.

She placed her hands on the wall of his chest and slowly moved her fingers over the muscles and lines there, bravely letting her touch drift to his flat belly, and then she hesitated a moment before bringing her fingers to his erection. He was kneeling between her legs, looking down at her as her fingers explored his body with a delicate and curious touch.

Her warm dark eyes looked up at him and he saw the innocence in them and realized suddenly that she was touching a man for the first time. He drew his breath in sharply and pulled himself from her fingers, taking her hands in his own and locking his eyes onto hers.

"Amara! Is this your first time?" he whispered in awe.

Her heart fluttered and she nodded at him slowly. There had been no lies between them, and she saw no reason to change that now. "It is." she whispered back to him. "I don't know how to do this, but you know I learn fast."

He shook his head, fighting his desire for her. "Are you sure you want to do this with me? We don't have to do this. This isn't part of our plan! You don't owe me anything!"

She shook her head and smiled at him. "I know that, Jason. I didn't say yes because I feel obligated to you. I said yes because I want you. I said yes because I have never known a man with a heart as generous and kind and loving as yours. If I am going to give myself to any man, I can think of no other man I would rather share myself with than you."

Her genuine smile and heartfelt words were like the release of a floodgate for him. He only shook his head once in disbelief before lowering himself to her and kissing her lips passionately.

She spread her legs for him, and as she did so, she could feel his thick erection pressing against her body and she marveled at the realization that she was going to feel him inside of her. Some deep wanting in her belly made her lift her lips toward him and he groaned as she moved her body along his rock hard shaft, teasing him.

"Not yet," he managed in a strangled whisper. "Not for your first time, and on our wedding night. There's so much more than just that."  With that, his mouth left hers and trailed hotly down her neck to her chest where he took his time kissing her breasts, sucking gently at her nipples and making her sigh and smile in bliss.  Her bliss turned to breathless need as his mouth worked lower down her abdomen and finally closed over her core. His hands wrapped around her thighs, he kissed her at first, making her eyes fly open, and then as he worked his lips, his tongue and his teeth over her, she could not keep her eyes open.  She could not stop her body from lifting to meet his mouth, or moaning softly as he pleasured her with his tongue. She  clutched at the sheets around her and cried out as her first orgasm rocked through her body, rendering her immobile as everything in her shifted and she felt a tremendous release wash over her.

Her sighs softened and he lifted himself from her, looking up at her with a smile of satisfaction on his face, and an intense desire in his eyes for much more of her.

"Was that... an orgasm?" she asked breathlessly, staring up at him with a growing smile on her beautiful face.

Jason nodded. "Yes, Amara. That was an orgasm," he moved his body over hers, maneuvering himself to nestle in between her legs, and then he leaned down close to her ear and whispered, "I'm going to make sure you feel like that again tonight."  And with that, he carefully pushed the tip of himself inside her, and inch-by-inch he slowly entered her, allowing her time to acclimate to her body being inside her.

She cried out once softly, and tensed as her virginity gave way to him, and then when he had filled her and began to move, she discovered the ecstasy that is the connection between two lovers.

He moved slowly at first, but as their passion burned hotter and her need began to consume her, she moved with him in desperation, her legs finding their way around his, her arms holding him close to her as her fingers dug into his back. Her senses were reeling from the feel of him drawing more orgasms from the depths of her, while his mouth moved over her dark nipples and her full lips, and he held back as long as he could, sharing with her a night of passion and release that neither one of them had expected.  Overcome with the intensity of the fire between them that he could no longer hold himself back, he buried himself in her fully and flooded her until he was spent. And then he laid in back in the bed and they caught their breath and looked at one another in amazement.

"I never knew..." She said softly, staring at his eyes as she lay there in her first afterglow.

He smiled at her and touched her lovely face. "It's different with everyone. That wasn't my first time, but I can tell you honestly right now, I never knew it could be like that either." His voice was quiet and her tone was gentle. He ran his finger over her cheek and her lower lip, then touched her chin and sighed. "It's been a long day. Why don't you get some sleep."

Amara didn't think she could sleep for all the excitement rushing through her still. Wondering at the experience she had just shared with a man who was her professor, then her friend, then her husband, and who now because of her desperate need for comfort, was also her first lover.

None of that had been in her plans, and her mind was ablaze with the curiousness of it all. But  while she was busy thinking about all of the changes in her life, she drifted off to sleep, sure that she had too much going on in her mind to sleep, and before long, her thoughts had morphed into sweet dreams.

Chapter4

Although their night of sex had been incredible and unexpected, it did help in the days that followed when Amara and Jason had to make a show of their relationship. Amara could hardly feel shy holding Jason's hand in the campus corridors after the heated passion they had shared on their first night together in his bed.

It was an unusual way to start a relationship, or what was supposed to appear as a relationship, but the consummation of their marriage somehow acted as an ice-breaker as they stepped into a romantic way of doing things for the first time. They held hands between classes and ate lunch together in public and made sure to kiss each other often and convincingly so that nobody would guess that they were just playing at being in love.

*

It was a good thing that they had put those things into practice immediately, as just three days after they had exchanged vows, two officials from the immigration department showed up on Jason’s front porch with ID cards and stern faces.

The first agent was named Harold Davies. He was an aging, tired and overweight man with an expression that was constantly frowning, created by lines in his face that had formed over years of frowning. His skepticism for love and romance hung in his eyes, making his whole expression seem sour. Perhaps, it was his own divorce that made him a cynic, or perhaps it was all of his years on the job and the hundreds of sham marriages he had seen that made him disbelieving of a foreigner in love.

His partner was the young Sam West who was fresh out of training, bright-faced and eager. He’d fallen into the job when his father, a retired detective for the immigration department, had spoken to a friend of a friend to get his son a step higher on the ladder. Sam had been surprised in his first couple of weeks working for the department to see how tenacious Harold was in tracking down romantic fraudsters. Sam was a believer in love at first sight and this showed in the way that he would listen to the stories of those couples he was investigating with patience and sympathy. He had a knack of picking up on that spark between two people, although Harold would just scoff at him for it every single time, because he didn’t believe in love at all anymore.

Harold also didn’t believe it the day that his boss had called him into the office and told him he was going to be strapped with the new pup in the agency who was tugging at his lead to get out there and become a top dog in the shady world of immigration. He had fought and argued, begged and pleaded against it, railing and bucking the system, asking for someone else, anyone else in the whole office, other than Sam West.

His boss had said no, flatly. “No one wants to work with you, Harold. West is your new partner and there’s nothing that’s going to change that.”

He placed his ace card and threatened early retirement. "What if I leave? You can't replace the kind of experience I have! I've been here forever! I deserve some respect!"

His boss had not wavered on the decision, and after a solid week of complaining and griping, arguing and shouting, he had still gotten nowhere, and so it was with no small amount of stubbornness and resentment, that he finally acquiesced and began to face each of his cases with the polar opposite of himself.

Unsurprisingly, in nearly every case, they were each pulling in different directions, arguing and struggling with one another, though Harold was more often the cause of the struggle than Sam was. Sam tried his best to get along with Harold whenever he possibly could, which was rarely.  Still, they somehow managed to get their jobs done, though Harold fought against the possibility that any of their couples could be in love, and Sam was sure that at least some of them just had to be the real love deal.

At the end of the day, though, their job was not about love. It was about authenticating relationships solely for the purpose of making sure that America wasn't flooded with aliens trying to get an easy life in the United States through a fake relationship.

For Harold, Amara and Jason's case was a classic sham marriage. A young and beautiful girl from a poor and politically torn country marries an older man after five minutes... Well, it was a classic scenario. Harold didn't know what the girl was running from or what she hoped to achieve, but he was damned if he was going to let her find it in America. There was no way he could believe that these two people could fall in love and choose to marry in such a short time. He wasted no time in getting to the point when Jason opened the door.

"Mr. Malloy." he drawled out in a monotonous and fed-up voice that clearly belied the attitude that instead of standing on Jason's porch dealing with his fraudulent handiwork, he could’ve been doing something much more interesting, like scrubbing the grout in his bathroom with a toothbrush.

"We are agents from the United States Immigration and Naturalization Department." He flashed his identification while grinding down on a piece of gum that may have been in his mouth for a decade. "We are concerned with the legitimacy and validity of your recent marriage. We have reason to believe that your wife does not wish to return to her own country, and is using your marriage as an illegal means of staying in the United States. Therefore, your marriage is under evaluation and review. May we come in?" He looked at Jason with boredom.    

Jason had expected their arrival, but it was still difficult to keep his fear from showing.

"Of course, please come in." he spoke politely, stepping back to let the agents in. He led them to his living room, where Amara was curled up in an armchair reading a book. She looked up when the agents entered and Jason could see her own fear jump to her face, but she quickly made her expression neutral and set her book down.

"I didn't realize we had guests!" she said lightly, standing up and walking to them.

She extended her hand in a friendly way. Sam took it, giving her a hearty handshake, but Harold just gazed dully at her, both of his hands hooked on to the sides of his narrow belt that was nearly lost beneath his spare tire waistline.

"Mrs. Malloy, we are sorry to intrude." Sam said in a gentler tone than his partner. "We understand that you've had some recent trouble in being granted a student visa and when we were notified of your sudden marriage, well, you understand that the timing looks questionable."

"I do understand that." Amara sighed. "But Jason and I were engaged weeks before I found out that the visa had been denied. That was nothing more than an unfortunate coincidence."

"So the marriage was rushed then?" Harold accused gruffly, his eyes narrowing at her. "You pursued a wedding to stay in the country when you heard that your visa would be denied?"

Amara lifted her chin as she looked at Harold and spoke confidently. "I'm a traditional girl, Mister----?"

"Davies."

"I'm a traditional girl, Mr. Davies." She said, coolly. "I pursued a marriage because I wanted to be married before I was intimate with my husband. Of course, news of the visa being denied upset us both and we wanted to be married right away in case I had to leave. We would have no way of knowing when we would be able to see each other again. I told Jason that it didn't matter where I was in the world, but wherever in the world I found myself, I wanted to be his wife."

Sam smiled at her declaration. He believed in that kind of passion. He had once had a long-distance relationship with a British girl and he remembered how their Skype calls and airmail had seemed like such romantic moments at the time. Distance does not diminish the feelings of two people in love.

"Your father made an official statement when we interviewed him not long ago, that it was always your intention to marry an American man to avoid returning home." Harold told her bluntly. "I can't help but believe that this marriage is all part of your plan."

"Amara's father wants her to live in a cage." Jason stepped in. "He was unhappy about our engagement from the beginning and he said the things to the Immigration Department to spite us, because he wants Amara to marry a South African man she barely knows."

"So you stepped in to save her?" Harold accused him, point his finger at Jason and then waving it around.

"I love her." Jason told him seriously. "We got married despite what her father said, and despite the pressures from the immigration department, and despite what the college might say, because nothing will keep us apart. This is a valid marriage between two people in love."

"You have only lived together a few days, is that right?" Harold asked coolly, deciding not to comment on Jason's declarations of love and devotion.

"That's right." Jason said. "Amara wanted to be married before we moved in together."

"And you were satisfied with that?" Harold lowered his brow at Jason.

"I respect her decisions."

"It didn't seem to you that she was in something of a rush to get married, Mr. Malloy?" Harold suggested. "You would not be the first American man to be taken in by a beautiful girl from abroad. Thinking back over it, do you have any doubts that her feelings towards you are genuine?"

"How dare you!" Jason flared. "Amara is a brave and determined young woman. She doesn’t need to try to manipulate or use me, everything about her captivates me. She is a kind person with a brilliant mind. I fully intend on spending the rest of my life with her."

"Not just the rest of her degree?" Harold challenged. "She's your top student, is she not?" He had done his own homework on them.

"I told you, she's brilliant." Jason stated staunchly.

"So this wouldn't be an act to keep a brilliant mind in education?" Harold rolled his eyes slightly, wondering if he had hit on their underlying reason.

"Amara would succeed anywhere in the world, Mr. Davies. She doesn’t need a man to hold her hand along the way, no matter where she is." Jason told him with conviction.

"So if we were to ask around, people would say that you are in love?" Harold asked him in a tired drawl. He held his pencil over his pad and lifted his eyebrows in a condescending manner.

"Amara is a student at this university and I am a professor." Jason told him pointedly. "So we have not made a show of our romance, for obvious reasons. However, I am sure that anyone you ask would have recognized the... tenderness between us."

"We'll see." Mr. Davies said. He made a note of a date, time, and address in his pad and ripped the page off to hand to Jason. "We will need to interview you both, separately of course, at this address tomorrow. That's not an optional appointment."

"What kind of interview?" Jason asked with uncertainty.

"Looking for tips, Mr. Malloy?" Harold said sarcastically.

Sam had a little more mercy on them and gently explained the procedure in a little more detail.

"They will be standard questions about how your relationship started, where you met, and personal details about each other. That kind of thing." he told them. "It's nothing to worry about. It's just a chance to prove that you know each other well."

"You shouldn't give so much away, Sam." Harold scolded. "They will be up all night now, quizzing each other. You've practically given them a cheat sheet."

"Disclosure, Harry." Sam reminded him. "I don't want them to worry all night over it."

"I don't care if they worry!" Harold grumbled. "She'll be worrying a lot more when she's on a plane back home."

Amara glared at him from across the living room and then stood up calmly to show the pair to the door. "I look forward to seeing you both tomorrow." She said politely but resolutely.

After the agents had left and Amara had closed the door, Jason and Amara exchanged panicked glances.

"We haven't had enough time!" Amara worried. "How can we pretend that we know everything about each other when we've shared so little time?"

"That's not true, Amara." Jason insisted. "We've had all those sessions together where we spoke about so many things. We know more about each other than we think. The rest of it is just details."

The two of them spent the rest of the night doing just what Harold had said they would do: making sure they knew the fine print of each other's lives, where they grew up, their first pets, the names of their brothers and sisters. Jason struggled a little to recall all the names of Amara's one sister and three brothers, especially as their South African names didn't roll easily off his tongue, but he was eventually able to recall them all and list their hobbies and professions as if he knew them well.

"What if they call our parents?" Amara worried.

"I've told my parents about us." Jason told her. "I met with my father last week before the wedding. They were shocked to say the least, but they understand what we're doing and why it must be done. They won't say anything."

"What about my parents? We both know what my father can do." She groaned sadly.

"There is a difference between having you sent back to South Africa and having you sent to jail." Jason told her reasonably. "We've already undone his plans to marry you off.  What use would your return be now? You couldn't marry that man even if you were there."

"I'm just really scared, Jason,” she admitted with a desperate frown.

"Don't be, Amara." Jason comforted her. He took a step forward to cradle her in his arms and it surprised her how safe she felt there. Even more surprising to Amara was how his embrace felt familiar, despite the fact that they were both so new to this. "We are true friends and that will show."