Teach Me Dirty(75)

“Fuck, Helen, this is divine. Your body is divine.”

“Mark… I feel… good… don’t stop…”

He didn’t stop.

“I’ve got so many things to show you, Helen. So many perfect things.”

“Please…”

The urgency inside me ramped up, it ramped up so high I thought I was going to pee myself, and I squirmed under him and tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. And I didn’t pee, but I did tense up inside, and it felt so strange and base, like I was some kind of feral animal squirming and squealing underneath him.

And then I screwed my eyes shut and flailed like a fish and he slammed all the way inside me and held his position.

“Fuck…” he groaned.

And I had no words. I had nothing.

He slammed into me again, and I saw white behind my eyes.

And then he took my face in his hands and twisted me to him, and he kissed me, pushed his tongue into me.

And when he slammed again he stopped.

And I could feel his cock pulsing inside me.

And I smiled into his kiss, and I knew, I just knew I was full of him.

He collapsed onto my back and I could feel his heart racing.

And I giggled and giggled and it felt amazing.

“What’s so funny?” he said, but he was laughing too.

“You used the C word. You used the C word and I loved it. It’s like the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I’m glad it pleased you.” He reached forward and pulled the rope loose from my wrists. “It’s certainly not one for the classroom.”

“Say it again,” I said and I was grinning. I couldn’t stop grinning.

He kissed my cheek and nipped at me and it felt so good. And then he slapped my ass.

“Go and eat your cunting breakfast,” he said.

***





Mark



“Penny for your thoughts?”

She pondered my question and the soft smile on her lips warmed me inside. She forked up another piece of cold sausage and looked across the table at me, and her eyes were innocent and dirty all at once, and her cheeks were still flushed, and her hair was messy from where I’d held her so tight.

And right there, with a plate of cold breakfast on the table in front of me, I knew.

I loved Helen Palmer.

I loved the girl in a way that defied all professional integrity. That defied all reason.

I loved her with the same kind of intensity I’d loved Anna, but this was different.

Helen was a pure little blossom in my jaded life, the promise of something beautiful and all-consuming.

And it worried me. It worried me that I’d never be strong enough to let her go.

“I’m just thinking,” she said. “About nothing. About everything. About you.” She smiled. “A lot about you.”

“What about me?” She looked embarrassed. Nervous. “I meant it, Helen, you can tell me anything.”

“It’s just…”

“Just what? Embarrassing?”

“No. Just… I feel shy. In case you don’t…”

I smiled. “In case I don’t understand?”

She shook her head. “In case you don’t feel the same way.”

“I see,” I said. “Why don’t you try me?”

Her eyes were big and scared but she took a little breath and swallowed another piece of sausage. “I’m thinking how I’ve never felt like this. How I didn’t even know it was possible to feel so close to another body the way I feel when… when you’re inside me. How I didn’t know it was possible to feel someone the way I feel you when your skin is against mine. I didn’t know how much I’d want to breathe someone else’s breath and feel their heart next to mine, and see what they see, and love what they love.” She chased a piece of mushroom around her plate. “I didn’t know being in love with you could feel like this. I didn’t know I’d want to crawl inside your skin and stay there, and be part of you, and never leave.”

And I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt tight and heavy. “Helen… that’s…”

“Not how you feel, it’s ok.” She cut up her bacon.

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“It’s not?” I saw a flash of hope in her eyes.

“No. It’s really not.” I moved to her, freed myself from the table and dropped at her side and placed my hand in hers on her knee and squeezed her knuckles. “I never meant to do this.”

“I know…” she said.

“You don’t know.” I sighed. “You don’t know how much I wanted you to be free, to see you live your life the way a beautiful young woman like you has the potential to live her life. I wanted you to disappear from my class and soar through the sky, and maybe I’d read about you sometimes and I’d be able to smile and say ‘that was my student. That was my beautiful, talented Helen, and look at her now’.”

“But you can, right? You can still do that?” And she squeezed my hand so tight that it broke my heart. “But it doesn’t need to be in the paper, does it? You could come. We could do it together.” And she saw my face and her lip shook a little bit. “Say you will.”