I sat with Claire at lunch. Turns out, she is as big of a slut as everyone says. She said that she won't be in our room tonight as she's spending the night with Mr Sheeran, the music teacher.
It was now 1am and I was walking around the halls alone. I walked up the the English classroom door. I leaned against it, folding my arms to exaggerate my cleavage in my light pink lace bra. I wore a matching thong, shorts and a kimono too. This was probably an opportune chance to be with Ashton alone; I'm not going to waste it. I smirked, "Hey stranger."
He looked up immediately. He wore a green day shirt, sweats and his black bandana. He smirked, "You're the biggest tease."
I walked in and turned around, closing and locking the door. I strode up to Ashton's desk and stood on the opposite side, looking down at him. I leant over and put both hands on the wooden surface, showing off my boobs and also bringing our faces closer than before. "Here's how it's going to work; Claire is out for the night so I have a free room. Since you left me extremely turned on and frustrated, you can have to chance to . . . Relieve me of that."
He quickly stood up, taking my hand and leading me out the room. I grabbed his shoulders in the corridor. He stopped and turned to face me, "Is there something wrong?"
"I didn't get a proper 'hello'," I pouted.
He looped his arms around my back and kissed me for around three seconds. He pulled away and said, "Hey beautiful."
I chuckled at his cuteness. Suddenly we heard footsteps. Ashton grabbed my hand, "Come on." We began running down the corridor, towards my room. We ran through the foyer and up the stairs.
I led him to the door of my room. He mumbled, "69. . . Your room knows the score." He quickly opened the door and dragged me in. He pushed my back against the door, shutting it. He wrapped his arms around my back and leant in to kiss me.
As soon as our lips touched, I felt a feeling of warmth growing inside of me. His tongue slid into my mouth, dancing with my own. His hands found their way to my shoulders, brushing the kimono off so it landed on the floor.
I tugged the end of his shirt up; he helped me pull it off and soon it made friends with my kimono on the floor. His hands found their way to the waist band of my bed shorts, pulling them down. He muttered, "Fuck, your underwear matches. You don't know how good that is."
I giggled and kissed him again. My thumbs hooked under the waist band of his sweats and poked them down. He stepped out of them. It was a strange thing; us two just pulling in our underwear.
He pulled away and smiled, "Are we going to make it to the bed? We should get into the bed."
I laughed, "after you."
He smirked and reattached our lips. He turned us around and began walking me backwards. My knees soon hit the end of my bed. His hands supported the small of my back as he lowered me down, hovering over me.
His hands travelled up my back and unclasped my bra. He pulled it off and threw it on the floor. He muttered, "You're so perfect." He began to kiss my neck and chest hungrily, certain to leave hickeys. He pulled my panties down and i kicked them off.
He dipped his head down and began to line my inner thighs with kisses. I moaned softly and threw my head back as he began to kiss all over my heat. The strange thing is, his hair tickled my bare skin and I don't know what was turning me on more; that or the kissing. I moaned, "stop teasing."
He kept eye contact with me as his tongue licked up my folds. He began to work at me with his tongue, sending pleasure throughout my whole body. He had to hold my thighs open as at one stage, I was almost crushing his head. As his tongue still worked, he inserted one of his fingers into me. I gasped, "Fuck, your fingers are so long."
"You're in for a shock in a moment," he chuckled evilly.
He began to pump his finger and move his tongue quicker. I whispered, "I-I'm going to c-come."
He stopped his tongue movements and pulled his finger out, licking it clean. He leant up so he was my level again. "Why'd you stop?" I frowned at the lack of contact.
"Because I want the first time you come to be around my. . . Well, you understand," he chuckled.
I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of his boxers. One of his hands stopped mine. He looked straight into my eyes, I could almost taste his panic. He whispered, "Are you sure?"
"I'm not a virgin if that's what you're thinking," I said.
He shook his head and smiled, "it's not that. I just want our first time together to be special, that's all."
"No matter where we are, as long as I'm with you then Ashton, it'll always be special," I smiled. He removed his hand and nodded, giving me the green light. I pulled his boxers down and he kicked them off. Okay, he was right, I'm surprised at how big he actually is. I thought he would be big, just not this big.
He whispered, "i feel so awkward and teacher-y for asking this but are you on the pill?"
"Yes Ashton," I giggled. I stopped laughing and just watched him as he breathed. I traced the lines of his toned abs. I looked back to his eyes. They sparkled like a sky full of stars.
He interrupted my thoughts by whispered, "let's get under the sheets." We both slid under them and the top rested on his back when we were under. He kept one hand and one knee on either side of me as he passionately kissed me.
After a minute, he pulled away. I knew that look as his looked down away from my eyes; it was the look that you have a few moments before sex but with a hint of worry. I brought his face back down by placing my hands on the back of his neck. I placed a short but reassuring kiss on his lips. I whispered, "Stop worrying. There's nothing to be afraid of."
"I don't want to hurt you," he said. Honestly, I knew that he would hurt me as he was so big but I knew that it would be worth it.
"You could never hurt me Ash," I whispered.
He nodded and lined himself up with my entrance. He said, "If it gets too much, just tell me." He slowly eased into me. Oh god, he was long and thick. He stopped for a moment when he was fully in. It was very painful as he stretched me completely. He cursed, "shit, you're so tight."
He slowly began to thrust. It wasn't awkward as you think it would be between a student and their teacher. No, this was intimate and wasn't just your average sex. As cheesy as it sounds, it wasn't sex, it was making love.
His thrusts became faster as the friction built. As he kept speeding up, the more I felt like I needed to moan loud but i knew that I would awaken people or just make them come and investigate. Too late, I moaned loudly. Thankfully, Ashton's large hand covered my mouth, muffling my sounds.
He removed his hand and grasped the headboard behind my head. I wrapped my arms around his back, my nails scratching down his back. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and found my distraction from moaning; leaving hickeys, so I did just that.
He groaned, "I'm so close." I nodded to let him know that I was too. I whimpered as I felt the burning sensation about to explode within me. I threw my head back, just as he buried his head in my neck, throwing his hand over my mouth.
We both hit our high a few seconds apart. Ashton's hands muffling my moans and whimpers first. My legs shook violently; nobody has ever been able to do that before. He groaned loudly into my neck as he hit his high.
He rode out our orgasms before flopping down beside me. We looked at each other as our chests panted and heaved for air. I love the way he got quite sweaty as it was a hot look for him. I breathed, "That was. . ."
"Indescribably perfect," he panted. He smiled widely, showing his teeth. I loved that grin of his; it made me see the inner child in him.
I rolled over so I was on top of him. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I looked up at him. I kissed his lips, him kissing me back. He pulled away and sighed, "I'm going to have to get home or to my room here."
"Don't go," I begged.
"As much as I don't want to, I have to baby. I can't have anyone catching us. I'm sorry," he sighed, "I have to go before someone sees me."
I rolled off him and turned on my side, facing away from him as he sat up on the edge of the bed. He said, "Princess, don't be mad. It's for both of our benefits."
I heard him shuffling around for a few minutes before he walked round the bed -fully clothed- and bent down so he was my height in front of me. He stroked my hair and whispered, "I don't want to leave you when you're annoyed at me."
"I'm not annoyed at you Ashton," I sighed, "I can't quite explain how to put it into words, the thing I'm annoyed about. I promise I'm not pissed at you."
Honestly, I was annoyed that I didn't know what we are. We aren't dating, we aren't just having sex, we are more than friends. I was also annoyed that I knew he was holding back his feelings because of his job. I wish he wasn't my teacher.
He leaned in and kissed my forehead and whispered, "Goodnight princess." With that, he left my room.