Teach Me Dirty(26)

“Mr Roberts…” she said. “Oh, God, Mr Roberts… please…”

I stopped sucking and pulled from her grip, just to see her face. Her lips were puffy and tender, and they wanted mine. Her tongue was waiting, seeking out more, more, more. Our mouths tasted and licked and sucked, and I squeezed at her sweet breasts, stroking her nipples with my thumbs until I felt her rocking her hips in time with her breath. She let her thighs fall open, slowly, so slowly, and I pulled away, far enough to see how her skirt had ridden. My fingers encouraged hers to show me more, and she coaxed the pleats higher, inching the fabric up her thighs until I could see her white panties and the darkening of wetness she’d soaked them with.

My God, she looked divine… her breath heavy, chest rising and falling… her blouse open, hanging limp at her sides… her little breasts resting on her bra cups, pale pink nipples taut and puckered. Her legs open… open for me.

“Please…” she said. “Please touch me…”

And f*ck, how I nearly came in my pants. My cock jerked, and my balls ached with the need to come, but I couldn’t.

Helen was a beautiful siren, a beautiful young girl in my passenger seat. A beautiful girl in her school uniform.

And it was all wrong.

I’d f*cked up.

I’d really f*cked up.

I sat back in the seat with my hands in my hair, and I couldn’t breathe anymore. The car was full of Helen Palmer and her beautiful mouth and her beautiful little breasts. I wound down the window and lit up a cigarette, and Helen pulled her skirt back down over her knees, adjusting herself back in her seat.

“Mr Roberts…?”

“Shit, Helen. I’m sorry.”

“But… but it’s ok… I want it…”

And so did I.

But the twilight air and the nicotine and the guilt and the fear and the self-disgust won out, and I turned the key in the ignition.

The expression on Helen’s face broke my heart, sad and nervous as she buttoned her blouse with shaky fingers.

“I’m sorry…” she said. “Was I bad?”

“No,” I said. “You weren’t bad at all. You were wonderful.”

“So… what… what’s going on?” she whispered, and I could hear the tremble in her voice.

It took all of my resolve to put the car in gear.

***





Helen



Mr Roberts didn’t say a word as he drove us back towards town, and it felt horrible. My body still tingled, trapped in what had been, and I was still so excited that I could feel my heartbeat between my legs, and it fluttered and tickled down there. My tummy tickled, too, but not in a good way. I burned up at the thought of his eyes on my tiny tits and my silly plain white panties. Maybe Lizzie had been right; I should’ve been more sexy. I should have worn the pink frillies and one of those lacy push-up bras.

But he’d wanted me.

He’d wanted my tiny tits, and he’d wanted me in stupid white panties. I’d seen it in his eyes. I’d felt it in his kisses.

I brushed my lips with my fingers, and they felt strange. Different. I wished I could think of words to make it better, but none came. I just sat and churned and stewed until I was a nervous mess.

We arrived too quickly, and I wasn’t ready for it.

He pulled up at the back of my house and didn’t turn off the engine. I gathered my school things, and my hands were shaky, and suddenly there was a lump in my throat, as though this was it, over as soon as it had started.

I could feel him staring as I rooted around my bag, pretending to check I had everything. I knew I had everything.

“This was all my fault, Helen. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said, and my voice was a mousy squeak again. “Please don’t say that.”

“But I am.” He turned his head to check through the windows, but there was nobody around, just us and the occasional passing car on the main road, and the darkness of the alleyway. He sighed. “If you want to talk about this, not just with me, but with other people… if you want to tell people about this, I understand. You have every right.”

I smiled at the absurdity. “That’s the last thing I’d ever want.”

“Perhaps it shouldn’t be. I don’t deserve your protection, Helen.”

“Please don’t say that,” I said. “That’s not how I feel…”

“I should never have… this should never have…”

I shook my head to blank out his words, and the tears were coming. I could feel them springing up, but I didn’t want them to. I didn’t want to be such a little girl.

“Helen, this is all on me. My fault entirely.”

“And that’s it, is it? Just a mistake?” I closed my eyes, and scrambled for the door handle, but his hand was on my arm.

“Please don’t be upset…”

The contact broke me, and I unclipped my seat belt and moved to him. He recoiled for just a moment, but he had nowhere to go. The gearstick dug into my leg as I flung my arms around his shoulders and buried my face in his neck, and he had no choice but to let me.

“Please don’t hate me…” I said, and my voice was pathetic and timid. “I don’t want you to hate me… I couldn’t bear it…”