These Classrooms Talk

XXXVIII

"Sean," I say.
Sean looks up.
"Emily's still waiting for you," Sean says.
"I know," I say, "I'm gonna be gone for a while."
"Yeah," he says, "I'll miss you."
He pats my thigh. I place my hand over his and slide his hand upwards to my vagina.
I'm naked.
"Give me something to remember you by," I say.
He laughs.
"What?" I ask.
"This reminds me of the night you went to leave," he says.
"The night you turned me down," I agree.
"I won't turn you down now," he says, tilting his head up to.me.
We lock lips as we kiss.
I savour his taste, the threat of celibacy making me treasure every moment.
His hand slides up my back and he arrives at my breasts.
He cups them with both hands.
"I'm gonna miss these," he says.
"I bet." I say.
He holds me and lays me on the couch on my back.
He grinds against my bare body.
He lifts up and rips his shirt off.
Unlike the other men, his abs are defined and sexy and toned and bare.
I place my hand on his pecs.
"Yummy," I mumble.
He kicks off his shorts.
"Freeballing?" I laugh, feeling his dick brush against my hair.
"You know what?" He says, wrapping a fist around his member. "You've never sucked it before."
"You're right," I agree, "I haven't. Do you want me to?"
"It'd be nice," he says.
"It would, wouldn't it?" I say.
"Well, can you?" He asks.
"Oh yeah," I say, "of course."
He laughs and sits down on the couch, spreading his legs.
I get on my knees on the floor in front of him.
"Mmm," I moan.
I grab ahold of his big cock. A small bush of hair spurts out around it.
I tug at a hair teasingly.
"Just suck it," he says, pushing my head down.
His dick tastes salty, like mucus.
I use my tongue to lick the vein on the underside.
"There," he moans, "right there. Yeah, like that."
His dick throbs in my mouth.
"Gonna cum so soon?" I ask.
"Don't stop stupid bitch!" He forces me back down.
I suck his dick, up and down.
It's throbbing.
He's so close.
"Stop," he says, lifting my head off.
He tilts my chin up and kisses me.
Sliding his arms under my shoulders, he lifts me up and onto the couch, on my back.
He crawls on top of me and kisses me.
His tongue tangles with mine.
Moans fill the room.
His tongue slides out of my mouth and he kisses the sweetspots down my neck.
Then he gets to my boobs. He licks the crevice in between, barely stopping to feel them.
He kisses down my stomach and his tongue brushes my pubes.
He licks down to my clitoris and he slides his tongue inside me.
"Fuck!" I moan.
His tongue torments me. At first, he slides it in and out, but then he gets frisky and starts streching me.
I arch my back to allow easier access.
My legs tremble.
"Fuck, I'm close," I say.
"Not yet, you don't," Sean pulls his tongue out, "I'm gonna fuck you the rest of the way."
He slides his cock inside me.
I feel him.
Filling me.
Fulfilling me.
It hurts, but it feels so good.
I cum in seconds and I send Sean over the edge, too.
"That was good," I say.
"Fuck yeah," he replies.

~

"What took you so long?" Emily asks.
"Nothing," I say, "I'm fine."
"Yeah, you took ages." Harry says. He starts the engine.
"So, you and the Furor, eh?" Emily asks.
"How do you know?" I ask.
"Saw him at the end of the hallway," Emily says.
"Yeah," I say, "he's nice."
"Must have some nice threesomes," Emily jokes, "what with Sean AND Furor."
"Nah," I say, "Sean only recently moved in."
"Really?" Emily asks. "I ran away on Friday and I've already had five threesomes, one foursome, two orgies and one normal fuck."
"Yesterday was busy for you, huh?" I say. "Where'd you put my bags?"
Emily smiles.
"No!" I say. "Don't tell me you did it on the bags!"
Emily laughs.
"That is manky, Em," Harry says.
"Agreed," I say.
"Oh, that reminds me!" Emily grabs my arm. "I need to tell you something...in confidence."
"What?" I ask.
Harry starts driving and he pulls out of the driveway. Me and Emily sit in the backseat.
"In. Confidence." Emily's eyes notion towards Harry.
"You can say whatever you want to," I say, "in front of Harry."
"Not this," Emily says, "not this."
"You can," I say, "Harry's good, aren't you bro?"
"Her news, her choice," Harry says.
"Just a hint?" I ask.
"Okay," Emily says, "it has to do with my dad...and the Berries I gave you."
"

Wait, what?" I ask. The Berries. The ones I got high on in the lockerroom. The ones I got from Emil-
"Don't worry," he says, "I'll be quick."
"No," I moan. His body is smooshed against mine.
He feels my chest.
"No," I moan weakly.
"Yes," he says, "come on, you know you want it. You better want it or are you just zoning out?"
"Huh?" I ask.
"I said, are you just zoning out?" Emily's brow furrows. "Because I can't tell you. Not here. It's not safe. When we're on the cruise, maybe."
"Do you know about him?" I ask.
"Who?" Emily asks. "My dad?"
"No," I say, "about him. In the lockeroom."
Emily looks up at me, guilt flooding her face.
"Do you know who it was?" I say.
"The cruise," Emily says, "remind me."
"Emily, please," I plead.
"Get off my case!" Emily cries. "Wait for the cruise!"
"GET OFF ME!" I shout.
"Hey, you know you need this," he says, wrapping his hand around my throat, "you know you want this!"
"You need to get off!" I plead. My voice is weak and barely audible but I know he hears it.
And inside me, he gets harder.
He thrusts in and out.
"Fuck, I'm close," he says, "I'm so fucking close, for you baby."
"Why?" I say, trying to shove him off.
"Derek told me to," he says.
Derek?
Derek.
Uncle Derek.
Emily's dad.
Emily's dad got someone to rape me.
Now I know.
I have a lead.
It's been a year since Emily's arrived and since, chaos has ensued.
Drugs, violence, sex.
It's like a James Bond  film.
I've changed. I went from thinking about my teachers while fingering myself to having said teachers finger me.
I've come so far but still have so far to go.
As I was telling the teachers, I'm not ready for goodbye.
And I don't think this is one.
I'll see them again.
I know it.
Is this clichè?
Riding off into the sunset in my car with my brother and cousin, off to exotic places?
If it is, I'm okay with that.
I'm okay with cliche.
For now, anyway.