The Substitute Teacher

Part 45 ~ If This Isn't Love

~ Ariana's point of view ~ 

I feel some kind of relief now that he knows about my feelings for him. I didn't want to admit it at first but the look on his face made me weak . . a soft smile that he was trying to hide. I'm so tired, I can't even think straight . . all I wanna do is go to bed . . and hold him. . I wanna do both at the same time. I'm not angry anymore . . I just wanna go back and forget this fight ever happened. I get up, sit down on his lap and hug him.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes. . . I'm just so tired, Michael. . ."

"Me too . . .come on . . let's go back, ok?"

"Ok . ."


BACK AT THE HOTEL

I take off my shoes and sit on the bed. Michael opens the windows and turns off the big light. His cologne is lingering in the room. . . I wonder, did he spray some on before he went to the airport to look for me? I take off my dress and get under the covers. . . Michael takes off his shirt . . . I look at him . . . he looks at me. . then he takes off his jeans and socks and sits down on the bed. . 

"Is it ok for you if I order something to eat? . . I'm starving"

"No . . not at all . . go ahead"

He takes the phone and makes a phonecall to the reception. 

"Good evening . . I was wondering if the room service is still going on? . . oh it is? . . that's wonderful! . . yes . . I would like to order something. . ummm. . double cheese pizza and ice cream, please . . . oh, you don't? . . . do you have other sweets there? . . tiramisu? that sounds wonderful . . I'll have that! . . yes . . thank you so much . . . oh, 45 minutes? wow . . . no, no it's totally fine, I'll wait . . thank you! . . bye!" 

*hangs up*

40 minutes later the room service finally knocks on the door! . . 5 minutes earlier than expected. Michael gives the guy a 20 dollar tip. "Thank you so much for the late service, I really appreciate it"

He puts the pizza on the bed and hands me the tiramisu. "This is for you"

"For me? . . oh . . I would love to but I can't eat right now :(. . thank you!"

"Oh ok, I'll eat it then :)" . . . I'm sure he will . . he looks so hungry.

After the fifth slice, Michael puts the pizza box on the table and brushes his teeth. Michael has such nice teeth by the way . . they're so white, it's almost ridiculous how white they are. He's a very sexy man . . his body is one of a kind . . and his outie belly button is just about the cutest thing ever . . . and not to mention, his little ass. You just wanna bite into it . . . and his big hands . . really beautiful. . . and his hair . . god, will I ever come to an end? . . what I really, really love is his voice . . . it's so soft . . . I could listen to him talk for hours and not get tired of it . . . and his laughter . . . even though his speaking voice is soft and calming, when he laughs he sounds like a whole different person. It's loud and very sexy.

He's laying next to me, staring at the ceiling. I'm dying to know what he's thinking about right now . . how he feels about me . . IF he feels anything. . but I'm very sure that he likes me . . more than I thought . . Michael was so sweet to me at the airport. . I felt really special when he showed me the note I gave him 5 years ago. . . that meant a lot to me. 

"Dang . . I don't think I should've eaten that pizza"

I chuckle. "Why? was it bad?"

"No . . it was good but I feel kinda sick now"

"Maybe you should've gotten something lighter . . a sandwich or a salad"

"Yea . . I probably should've . . my stomach is really upset"

"Drink some water . . . are you ok?" 

He's sitting on the bed, rubbing his stomach. I get up and hand him a bottle of cold water from the mini fridge. . he opens it but doesn't drink from it . . he puts it on his bedside table and gets up . . 

"Drink some water, Michael . . I'm sure it'll help you!"

"I don't know . . dang . . this is so uncomfortable . . I never had such sharp pains in my stomach before . . is it really because of the pizza? . . that's so weird . . . *inhales and exhales deep* . . . maybe I just need to lay down"

He gets on the bed and closes his eyes. . I feel so bad for him . . poor tummy . . I give him a kiss on his cheek . . he looks at me and smiles sweetly. "Thank you"

"You're welcome . . . Is there anything I can do for you?. ." 

"I'm sorry Ariana . . I totally forgot . . you're tired and I'm keeping you up . . please don't mind me . . just close your eyes and go to sleep, I'll be fine . . It'll be gone in a few minutes, I'm sure . . please don't worry about me, ok?"

He turns off the bedside lamp. . does he really think I'm gonna go to bed now? How am I able to fall asleep when he's next to me moaning in pain? . . I'm definitly not gonna go to sleep now . . I'll stay up with him until he feels better. . . . I think I have an idea . . .I pull the covers down and start kissing his stomach. . . "Ariana? what are you doing?"

His skin feels so warm . . almost hot. I hope he's not sick. I gently kiss him around his belly button . . as soft as possible. . maybe this will help him relax a little bit. "Ariana what are you doing? that's really sweet of you but I don't think this will help. . ." 

"Does it feel good?"

He smiles. . "Yes, of course it does. ."

"Then I'm sure it'll help :)"

I get the sudden urge to go lower . . no Ariana! . . don't even think about it . . this is about his stomach pains and not about his . . . ugh . . . I can smell him . . it smells good. He keeps telling me that I don't have to kiss his belly but I keep telling him that I want to . . I really, really want to. . . his skin is so utterly soft . . . soft like a baby's bottom. . . if not softer.

"Ariana . . you're really sweet for doing this . ."

"You're welcome" I whisper after kissing his belly button.

"Ariana . . ."

"Yes?"

"Do you really like kissing me there?. ." 

"Yes . . very much . . and do you like getting kissed there?"

He bites his bottom lip. . 
"Yes . . I like it . . I like it a lot actually . ."

I know he does . . and I know what he's thinking right now . . it's not hard to figure out . . I can see his hard d*ck perfectly through his white boxers. . I don't think he would mind if I let him out . . he would love that, I bet he would . . but I'm gonna act like I have no clue that he's hard . . . I wonder if he will ask me to go lower . . maybe he will . . I'm not sure . .

15 minutes went by and he said nothing whatsoever. . . not even a hint . . he's just relaxing and looking down at me kisisng his stomach . . I think he doesn't wanna ask because he's afraid of hurting my feelings again . . awww, I bet that's it . . . mhmmm . . but seriously . .I want him in my mouth . . he smells so good . . am I crazy? . . no, I'm not . . I'm just so f*cking in love with him. .

Ugh . . f*ck this shit! . . I pull down his boxers and his hard dick springs free! Michael's mouth is wide open . . I can't help but giggle . . the expression on his face is priceless . . he doesn't even know what to say . .

"Oops . . I didn't mean to pull your boxers down . . it just happened ;)"

He laughs out loud.
"What are you doing?"

"You teach sex edcuation, don't you Mister Jackson?"

He laughs again . . louder than ever.
"Oh Jesus . . you're too much Ariana . . stop it"

"Mister Jackson . . I really wanna know more about this . . ."

"About what?" . . *laughs*

"About this thing . . *squeezes his penis* . . why is it so hard?"

Michael can't stop laughing . . I like this . . I love his laugh.

"I'm not Mister Jackson . . stop it!"

"No, no, no . . you're Mister Jackson"

"No, I'm not . . stop it!"

"Come on, let's play a little :) . . I'm your student and you're my teacher"

"No you're not . . and I'm not your teacher . . . anymore!"

"Yes you are . . . *licks his penis* . . . aren't you??"

Michael moans . .
"Holy shhhh . . alright, alright . . . girl, what are you doing to me?"

"I'm having fun with you, to distract you from your stomach pain :)"

"You're very sweet for making me laugh like that . . you know that?"

"Well, I love seeing you laugh and I love . . you . . now stop talking and start playing! I'm your student and you are my sex edcuation teacher! . . I came in late and you wanna punish me . . ."

"Punish you? . . what kind of game is this gonna be . .?"

"Just play along and stop asking questions!!!! :("

"Ok,ok! . . Ariana, you are late! what do you have to say for yourself?"



~ to be continued ~