Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

Chapter 12: Eyes Closed 

I wished I could wrap her in my arms.

Emma was so upset that day, barging into my classroom and asking me if I had slept with Erica.She had no care in the world that we were inside the fucking school building.

What would have happened if someone had heard us? If we were anywhere else in the world, I would have put her in my arms in a heartbeat.

If I was anyone but her teacher, I would have hold her tight, kiss her forehead, and tell her that with Erica it all meant nothing.

I only went for Erica because I couldn't get to her.

And the only thing that mattered to me was her.

I wished I could stop those tears from falling, but I couldn't building.

What would have happened if someone had heard us? If we were anywhere else in the world, I would have put her in my arms in a heartbeat.

If I was anyone but her teacher, I would have hold her tight, kiss her forehead, and tell her that with Erica it all meant nothing.I only went for Erica because I couldn't get to her.And the only thing that mattered to me was her.

I wished I could stop those tears from falling, but I couldn't.

Several days had passed since then, and Emma could never look at me in the eyes again.

Even during art class, she’d always look away and pretend she was listening, but I knew she was trying to tune me out.I could be an asshole and call her out, but I didn’t want to.

I knew I had hurt her, though I never wanted to. I never had many problems with girls before.

The reason Call it infatuation or lust, or whatever it was, I figured it was best to be left alone.

It would suck ass now, but it would be better in the long run.

So now every time I saw her around school, I just switched my brain off and looked the other way.

She wasn’t making it easy for me, though.

One day at school, she was wearing this short dress and ripped leggings...

I almost fost it right then and there in the middle of the classroom.

Some part of me thought that she was doing it on purpose, that she wanted to punish me or something.

Because since that day, she kept confing to school with these clothes that no young girl should be allowed to wear

Fuck, I sound like her motherfucking parent.

Anyway, it didn’t matter.

Whatever shit that was going through my head, I just had to wait it out like some bad flu.

This would blow over...soon.

Aside from avoiding Emma around school grounds, I also I turned her down so many times already, I made the worst excuses too, and still she wasn't getting the hint.

The craziest part was, the teachers at school were conspiring to get us together since we were the only young single faculty members there.

They even made us chaperones to this stupid Halloween dance they were having.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved art and I love teaching.

But things like chaperoning dances shouldn't be included in my pay grade.

I had no interest in watching teenage kids play dress up and sneak vodka coolers into the punch.

Either way, the principal had spoken, so I must go.

"Emma! Wait up!"

I was just doing some paperwork in the art room when I heard someone called out her name.

I hadn't seen Emma in days and I realized she must be nearby.

Out of curiosity, I stepped away from my desk and took a peek out the door.

She was wearing the school’s cheerleading uniform and her long hair was tied into a ponytail.

She looked good.

Damn, she always looked good.

She’s way too young, man, and still your fucking student.

Let it go.

She was talking to this jock kid in a football jacket.

I had seen him around before, always trying to talk to her.I think his name was...

"Ryan? Hey, what's up?" she said to him.

"So, um, you know the Halloween homecoming dance is coming up… think you’re gonna go?"

"Yeah, I thean, all my friends are all going, so..."

"I mean with me?" he chuckled and said,

"Will you go to the dance with me?" My fists curled up involuntarily and I felt ridiculous.

"Ryan —" she started to speak, but she couldn’t continue.

"I know, I know.You said you don't see me that way and you're not looking for anything serious.But I was thinking, we can go as friends?" That's a bullshit thing guys would say to girls.

I hope she knows better.

Emma didn’t answer for a while, and this kid, Ryan, was making stupid puppy-dog faces.

I wished I could punch that stupid face.

"You're smiling.Is that a yes?" he asked her.

"Okay, sure," she said finally, "as friends,"

"Absolutely," he beamed at her.

Damn, why did she believe that bullshit? - The two of them started walking away and I had to mentally punch myself in the face to get my shit together and not go over to her and tell her off.

She’s young and still in high school.She should go to these stupid events with stupid kids her age.

Why was I getting so worked up over nothing?

Suffice to say, after overhearing that conversation at school, I had a lousy rest of the day.

As soon as I got home, I cracked open the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer.

Walking over to my art desk, I flipped my sketchbook open and thought about doing sketches to ease the stress.

But when I was going through the pages, I saw a sketch of Emma that I did weeks ago, after our encounter at the bar.

At that tune, she was just a stranger to me.

A beautiful, mysterious stranger.

She left without ever saying anything more than a name, but her eyes haunted my sleep every night since then. "I don't care, just do it," she looked at me with pleading eyes.

I stared at her for the longest time and I didn’t say anything.

I just stood there, thinking about how beautiful she looked and how I wanted to freeze this moment in time.

"Just fuck me," she said again, causing me to blink in shock.But as soon as the word left her mouth, I couldn't hold it anymore and my lips crashed onto hers once again.

She kissed me back hard and hungrily.

My nails dug deep into her soft skin and she was practically pulling at my hair.

She tasted so sweet, like nothing I had ever taste before.

And the way our bodies moved against each other, it was like we were the first and last lovers on earth.

I couldn't stand not feeling her, so without warning, I thrust myself into her all at once.

Her body jerked up in pain, me held onto her tight.

"Ah!" She let out a scream, but I caught it with a kiss.

I stopped pushing for a moment to let her body took in my full size, then I pulled out slowly and slammed myself inside her again.

She was so fucking tight and so fucking warm, it was a feeling incomparable to any other feeling.

I pushed myself into her several more times, going deeper and harder each time, until there was no sound coming out of her screams.

These were the thoughts that kept me up all night.

I couldn't sleep for days after that encounter, so I ended up doing a sketch of her face.

I didn’t think I was going to see her again, I wanted the memory to last.

Oh, it’s lasting alright.

"Fuck," I muttered to myself and slammed the book closed.

Art was always my outlet to release pent up anger and stress.

I knew I needed to release all the frustration within me, and suddenly I got an idea.

I went to my closet and started raiding for my old pair of jeans, the one I wore to that bar that night.

Once I found it, I scootpad the pocket and pulled out some torn-up red lace panties.

Seeing the torn-up fabric took me back directly to that night in that alley.

I didn’t know her then, but when I looked into her eyes, it was as if we were meant to find each other.

I never had a need that strong before.

The torn-up panties were the only thing left of her because as soon as we were done, she got into her car and left.

Normally, I wouldn't care about such things, but she was different to me.

Like a stupid idiot, I picked up the torn-up fabric and kept it in my jeans pocket.

Like some fucking Cinderella and a glass slipper bullshit.

Bringing the fabric up to my nose, I inhaled her scent that still lingered there, and god she smelled divine.

I remembered holding into her’ass cheeks that night, and they fit so perfectly in the palm of my hands.

I was so filled with this deep hunger inside me, that I couldn't wait to get her out of her panties.

I ripped it open with my fingers and she gasped in shock, but the little glimmer in her eye gave it away.

She liked what she saw.

"Yeah, I was just a little girl who didn’t know any better— who found some random guy at a college bar and gave my vit to him in the back of an alley—"

Her words started ringing in my ears.She didn’t look like the kind of girl that would sleep around.She barely made any eye contact with that jock kid when he asked her out.

How did she end up having sex with me in the back of a bar? What happened to her that night? I never asked her these things and now I would never know.She was an enigma to me.

If the circumstances were different, I would have spent all my time adoring this girl.

I would want to know everything about her, what makes her laugh, what makes her cry.

I would do anything to keep her smiling and be the one to wipe her tears.

She would be my muse and I would be anything she wanted me to be. We could have had a great ,story.Call it love, call it whatever you want, I just knew we_could be great together.

The kind of connection and chemistry we had, it wasn't something anyone could fake or made up.

It was the darndest real thing I had ever felt in my entire twenty- four years of existence.

Man, we could have been...amazing.

But instead, all we ever could be were two people sitting separatet by a desk in a classroom.