After returning home from Ms. Anderson's yesterday, my mother questioned me for an hour. I managed to convince her to drop the subject without raising any suspicions about what might be going on between us. She simply advised me to inform her if I plan to stay out overnight, which seems reasonable.
Today is Thursday, and I'm looking forward to meeting my aunt after school. We haven't seen each other in a while, and I'm genuinely excited. She's my mom's sister, and we've always been close, especially after what happened last year. Besides my parents, she's the only one who knows about it.
We agreed to meet right after school. She mentioned she'd pick me up, so I'm outside waiting for her. If there's one thing you should know about my aunt, it's that she's always fashionably late.
While I'm waiting, she texts me that she'll be there in two minutes, so I move further down the street. She drives a Porsche and loves showing it. I can hear her approaching even though she's not in sight yet; her music blasting. As she stops in front of me, she's wearing sunglasses perched at the end of her nose, giving me a playful look.
"What are you waiting for, loser? Get in!" she shouts over the music, and I quickly jump into the car. Before driving off to a bar where we can grab a bite, she pulls me into a hug. It's just a short drive into town, but it's long enough to get hearing damage.
Once we're there she parks somewhere she's definitely not supposed to park, but it's no use in telling her because she couldn't care less.
The neon sign above the entrance is barely hanging on, its flickering lights suggesting it's going to blow up any second.
Despite the questionable exterior, the bar itself is quite charming, with friendly patrons and a welcoming atmosphere.
"So, what do you want to eat?" she asks as we browse the menu.
"I think I'll go for a salad. What about you?" I reply, glancing at her, and she rolls her eyes.
"You're always so boring, eating healthy. Live a little. We all die eventually, so eat something you actually want, not that stupid rabbit food," she says, serious as ever.
"Well then, I'll just go with whatever you're having," I retort with a sarcastic smile, and she signals the waiter to take our order.
"We'll have the steak with fries, please," she tells the waiter, and once he's gone, she gives me a knowing look, aware that I'm not a big fan of meat. It's not that I don't eat it, I just prefer other options.
"Don't worry, you won't die, and don't worry about the cow either, it's already dead," she says, taking a sip of her drink. I just stare at her. I adore her, but she can be quite sadistic at times.
"What's been happening in your life?" she asks, trying to lighten the mood.
"Not much, just back to school again," I reply, as she finishes her wine and orders another.
"That's great. Anyone caught your eye?" she asks, winking. I feel myself blush, frustrated that I can't keep it under control.
"There is, huh. Who is it? A teacher, perhaps? Because I know you have a thing for older ladies," she teases, fully engaged. I feel myself getting even hotter and quickly take a sip of water.
"Oh my god, it's a teacher. What's her name? I promise I won't tell anyone," she asks, her tone sincere. I trust her; she's never betrayed my trust before.
"Her name is Ms. Anderson. Hannah Anderson," I say, avoiding eye contact.
"Already on a first-name basis? You go, girl!" she exclaims, grinning. "How old is she?" she inquires.
"I'm not sure, but I think she's over 35," I reply, pondering. I've never really thought about her age before.
"That's actually a lot younger than I was expecting," she remarks, nodding. "Is there anything going on, or is it just you with a crush?" she probes.
"I believe there's something going on, I'm just not sure what. She's all over me one moment and then distant the next, so I guess we'll have to wait and see," I admit, offering a small smile.
"She's probably confused about her feelings. I mean, you're her student, and she could get in serious trouble," she explains, and I nod in agreement.
"Yeah, I know. That's why I've been trying to keep my distance a bit, until yesterday, I guess," I chuckle.
"What happened yesterday?" she asks, growing even more interested.
"Well, you know what kind of day it was two days ago, and I really needed to get out of the house. For some reason, I ended up at her place, and she invited me in. She was really nice about everything, and I ended up crashing there. But then yesterday, there was a lot—and I mean a lot—of tension," I recount, and she listens intently, absorbing every detail.
"Well, I can tell you one thing. If you've been inside her house, you're in. You just have to give her some time, I think," she says, understanding.
"I know, I know. That's what I'm trying to do. It's just not that easy. I think I really like her, and I've only known her for less than two weeks," I confess.
"I can see that. You light up when you talk about her," she observes, smiling, and I can't help but smile back.
"Yeah, well, she has that effect on people," I reply, nervously fidgeting with my hands, trying to suppress a grin as thoughts of her consume my mind.
After a while, our food arrives, and I find myself enjoying it more than I expected. The grilled steak is delicious, and the fries are irresistible. My aunt and I catch up on everything, and I genuinely have a great time. It was nice to see her again and discuss things that I can't share with anyone else.
• • •
It's Friday, and I'm making my way into school. After stopping by my locker to grab my English book for our first class, I decide to head to class early. As I turn the corner, I accidentally bump into Ms. Anderson.
"Sorry. Hi," I say, a hint of excitement in my voice.
"Yeah, whatever," she replies, rolling her eyes and brushing past me.
"Is everything okay?" I ask, concerned, reaching out to grab her arm and turn her around. Something clearly has her on edge this early in the morning.
"Yes, leave me alone," she snaps.
"What's going on with you?" I press, starting to feel annoyed but still worried.
"I don't have a problem," she snaps again.
"Clearly you do, because your being a bitch right now." I respond, frustration creeping into my tone.
"I'm a bitch? You say you want me, but go out with some other woman," she shouts, pushing a finger into my chest. I glance around, checking if anyone can hear us, then quickly pull her into an empty classroom.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not going out with anyone," I snap back defensively.
"Well, I saw you yesterday at a bar, all over some woman and smiling," she explains.
Suddenly, it clicks. She's talking about my aunt. I can't help but chuckle. "That's my aunt, you idiot," I say, pushing her lightly.
Shock washes over her face as she realizes she got worked up over nothing. "Oh."
"Besides, you have nothing to be jealous about," I say, looking at her with a smile. "You're the only one on my mind," I whisper.
She meets my gaze before her eyes drift down to my lips. When she looks back up, there's a silent question in her eyes, but I won't give her the satisfaction of being the one to kiss me first. So I kiss her.
I close the space between us, our lips meeting, the sensation is electrifying; her lips, soft and inviting, send shivers down my spine. The taste of her, sweet and intoxicating, makes me feel things in the pit of my stomach.
As our kiss deepens, her hands find my cheeks, pulling me closer with a sense of urgency. Every touch, every breath exchanged between us, is filled with an undeniable passion. Her hand finds its way to my back, pulling me even closer, while the other tangles in my hair. A soft moan escapes her lips as we kiss. If she wasn't steadying me, I would have fallen to my knees. With gentle pressure, she guides me back against the wall, and a gasp escapes my lips as I meet its solid surface.
Her tongue seeks entry, and I part my lips slightly, granting her access. Wrapping both arms around her neck, i try to deepen the kiss even more. Her body presses against mine, and I feel her slightly biting on my lip, making a moan escape my mouth, causing her to shiver.
We break apart for a second to catch our breath, and she gazes at me intently. With heavy breaths, I meet her eyes before my gaze drifts down to her lips. In response, she smiles and leans in to kiss me again. Feeling a surge of confidence, I push her gently against one of the desks, asserting my control in the moment.
My hands glide down her sides until they reach her waist. She's wearing sleek black dress pants, and I pull her hips closer by slipping my fingers through the belt loops.
This time, she wraps her arms around my neck, and I lean into her, pressing our bodies together. One of my hands trails down her leg, grazing the inside of her thigh, making another soft moan escape from her. She pulls away once more, resting her head against mine, both of us breathing heavily.
"God, Emily," she whispers, her breath still ragged.
"And I really thought you'd be able to make me wait for this forever," I whisper back, chuckling softly. I draw back slightly to look at her, my hands resting on her waist.
"Well, I guess I'm not as strong as I thought," she whispers, her breathing gradually slowing. As she gazes at me, her eyes brim with lust and desire. But before I can lean in again, the bell rings, jolting us both back to reality.
"We should go," I say, not moving.
"Yeah, we should," she agrees.
"I don't want to," I admit.
"Me neither," she replies.
I nod, torn between desire and responsibility. Despite every fiber of my being longing for her touch, I take a step back, releasing her waist. I offer her a smile, and she smirks in response.
"I guess I'm sure you want me now," she teases, winking as she exits the room. I follow her outside, but before joining her, I detour to the bathroom, checking my reflection to ensure I don't look like a complete mess.
As I enter the bathroom and glance at my reflection, I notice a slight trickle of blood where she had bitten my lip. I didn't even feel or taste it, but it makes my stomach flutter again as I remember what caused it. I quickly wipe it away and compose myself before stepping out and heading to class.
Taking my seat at the back, I realize Jennifer is still absent, leaving me alone in the classroom. Ms. Anderson begins her lesson, but my mind continues to drift back to what we shared just moments ago.
Despite the intensity of it, she stands before the class as if nothing happened, maintaining her composure effortlessly. I can't help but admire her ability to remain so unfazed, even when we make eye contact.
Staying focused is torture when all I can think about is kissing her again. She's fully aware of the effect she's having, teasing me by casually undoing one of the buttons on her shirt. Leaning on her desk with her hands, she bites her lip softly, her glasses perched on top of her head as her eyes lock with mine. I'm captivated, unable to tear my gaze away from her. I study every detail, from her eyes to the way her shirt drapes over her curves. She catches me checking her out and smirks knowingly.
The bell rings and I pack up as slowly as possible to make sure I'm the last person there. I walk to the front and close the door. Just as I turn around, I'm taken by surprise as Ms. Anderson presses me against the door, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. As the tension between us mounts, I can see her eyes are filled with anticipation. With a sly grin, she leans in slightly, her breath warm against my cheek.
"Enjoying the view?" she whispers teasingly, her voice making my body shiver. Unable to resist any longer, I reach out, gently tracing my fingers along the curve of her jawline, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my touch.
"More than you know," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper, before closing the gap between us and kissing her. The world fades away as we lose ourselves in each other again.
A/N
The much anticipated chapter! I hope you liked it!
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