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We got to Bob’s house, or should I say mansion, in a few minutes at the most, he opened his door then came round to my door, opened it, carried me bridal style, then closed the door with his foot. After making his way down the drive, Bob opened his front door then careful not to hit my head, closed it.
“Hmm, home sweet home” He chimed as he placed me on the sofa
“It’s massive” I breathed as I looked around at the perfectly decorated living room that surrounded me, ornaments placed in every direction, wallpaper perfect; not a single scratch or tear, chandelier hanging down above me. Made out of glass and a silvery metal, this was defiantly the most perfect house I’ve been in.
“You’ll be saying that again soon enough” He smirked; crouching next to the most likely very expensive sofa and placed a quick kiss to my lips before straightening up and carrying me in his arms again. I leaned my head to the side so I could see where he was taking me with my arms around his muscular neck. He smiled down at me as we approached the staircase. As he took the first few steps I clung tighter, scared that he would drop me and what was intended as a good time would end up as a hospital trip.
I needn’t have worried, soon enough we were inside what I assumed to be his bedroom, being gently dropped onto silky sheets and fluffy pillows. Unfortunately this is when the thinking part of my brain kicked in, I was about to be fucked by Bob Bryar, my drum teacher that was god knows how many years older than me, six? Seven? I was only fifteen after all, shit; he could get into so much trouble even before us fucking. How could I be so stupid? I’ve only just met him, what if he does this all the time? What if he keeps me here? What the hell have I gotten myself into?
“Frankie, what's wrong? You seem tense” There were those crystal blue eyes again, worry swirling with confusion. He gently touched my cheek with his hand, causing me to flinch away, staring at him with a feeling I can’t explain, Fear? Want? Confusion? Lust? Love? Terror? Maybe all of those mixed into one would sum it up.
“I-I’m scared” was all I could manage to say, I don’t even know if that's what I wanted to say, I was just so confused. Do I still want to do this? Will he make me even though I don’t want to? Will he understand? I don’t even know why I’m asking these questions, they’re never going to get answered unless I say them aloud, which I was definitely not going to do
“Shh, it’s okay, let me guess, you’re only now thinking about what we’re going to do?” I nodded my head as he fondly smiled at me, crawling closer to me in the bed, slowly and gently bringing me to rest against his chest sitting up, he brought his arms around my stomach and rested his head on my shoulder. I must admit, it was comforting to have another wrapped around you, their body heat mingling with your own, silence filling the large room. Leaning into his touch my eyelids drooped, relaxing into the muscled body behind me. I could feel the vibrations of his almost silent chuckle and looked to him to see what had caused his laughter; he saw me looking at him and replaced his laughter with a gentle smile, kissing my cheek affectionately
“What was so funny?” I inquired as he carried on looking into my eyes
“Just how easy it was to calm you down” he shrugged, tightening his grip on my waist and nuzzling into my neck “And how cute you are when you’re thinking” My cheeks took on a slightly rosy appearance from that and he certainly noticed “Hmm, you’re so shy” He muttered into my neck, the vibrations causing me to tilt my head to the side, giving him more access, I quickly realised what I was doing and un-tilted my head
“I think we should get back to school now” I suggested, inching away from him and getting up off the bed, my left arm clinging to my right as my brain suddenly decided it wanted me to feel awkward, I looked to see what his reaction was, he sighed and got off the bed too, I took a step back, I still didn’t know what he was capable of, I shouldn’t have let my hormones control me because now I was in this mess. He put his arm around my waist and led me out of the room and downstairs, back to the living room. He nodded his head towards the sofa, indicating me to sit down, I did as I was told and watched to see what he was doing, He went into the kitchen (there was no wall between the two, just a change in wallpaper and flooring) and clicked the kettle, he then leaned against the side, just waiting. After a few minutes he had made himself and me a coffee, sitting down on the chair opposite the sofa, he passed me one of the mugs. I thanked him and took a sip as he did the same. There was a short awkward silence before Bob broke it
“I understand that you didn’t want what we were about to do, so when we finish these” He raised his coffee mug slightly to show me what he was talking about “I’ll drive you back to school and we can act like nothing happened, is that okay with you?” I nodded my head and took a gulp of coffee
“Wont people know we were gone?” He looked like he was thinking for a few moments before speaking
“We’ll just say you broke one of your drum sticks and I had a spare at my house and I didn’t think I was allowed to have the students unsupervised, so I took you with me and didn’t realize how long it would take” he finished with a sip of coffee and leaned back in his chair, I must admit it was a pretty good excuse and most of the teachers were dumb enough to fall for it.
“Yeah, that would work” I nodded for some reason and finished my coffee; waiting for him to finish his when I thought of something “Things won’t be awkward between us, will they?” I asked as he made eye contact with me
“Well, we’re going to act like nothing happened, so no, things won’t be awkward” He smiled, reassuring me with his crystal blue eyes, dammit, he’s just so god damn perfect. I know I didn’t want him to fuck me but you can have a crush on someone without desiring to let them fuck you senseless
“Are we going back now then?” I asked as I finished my coffee and made my way to and from the kitchen, dropping off my coffee mug in the sink on the way
“Come on then, I guess you don’t want to keep your English teacher waiting” He winked before opening the front door for me and indicating with his head for me to go through, I stared at him for a second before asking the question that was obvious for me to ask
“How do you know I have English next?” He smirked at me before following me outside and getting into his car, I did the same and kept waiting for his answer
I eventually got the answer to my question when we were about to enter the school and to be honest it was a pretty crappy answer
“Like I said with that jock kid, I know things” He tapped his nose twice before disappearing into the staffroom, leaving me to explain everything to my English teacher
“Hmm, home sweet home” He chimed as he placed me on the sofa
“It’s massive” I breathed as I looked around at the perfectly decorated living room that surrounded me, ornaments placed in every direction, wallpaper perfect; not a single scratch or tear, chandelier hanging down above me. Made out of glass and a silvery metal, this was defiantly the most perfect house I’ve been in.
“You’ll be saying that again soon enough” He smirked; crouching next to the most likely very expensive sofa and placed a quick kiss to my lips before straightening up and carrying me in his arms again. I leaned my head to the side so I could see where he was taking me with my arms around his muscular neck. He smiled down at me as we approached the staircase. As he took the first few steps I clung tighter, scared that he would drop me and what was intended as a good time would end up as a hospital trip.
I needn’t have worried, soon enough we were inside what I assumed to be his bedroom, being gently dropped onto silky sheets and fluffy pillows. Unfortunately this is when the thinking part of my brain kicked in, I was about to be fucked by Bob Bryar, my drum teacher that was god knows how many years older than me, six? Seven? I was only fifteen after all, shit; he could get into so much trouble even before us fucking. How could I be so stupid? I’ve only just met him, what if he does this all the time? What if he keeps me here? What the hell have I gotten myself into?
“Frankie, what's wrong? You seem tense” There were those crystal blue eyes again, worry swirling with confusion. He gently touched my cheek with his hand, causing me to flinch away, staring at him with a feeling I can’t explain, Fear? Want? Confusion? Lust? Love? Terror? Maybe all of those mixed into one would sum it up.
“I-I’m scared” was all I could manage to say, I don’t even know if that's what I wanted to say, I was just so confused. Do I still want to do this? Will he make me even though I don’t want to? Will he understand? I don’t even know why I’m asking these questions, they’re never going to get answered unless I say them aloud, which I was definitely not going to do
“Shh, it’s okay, let me guess, you’re only now thinking about what we’re going to do?” I nodded my head as he fondly smiled at me, crawling closer to me in the bed, slowly and gently bringing me to rest against his chest sitting up, he brought his arms around my stomach and rested his head on my shoulder. I must admit, it was comforting to have another wrapped around you, their body heat mingling with your own, silence filling the large room. Leaning into his touch my eyelids drooped, relaxing into the muscled body behind me. I could feel the vibrations of his almost silent chuckle and looked to him to see what had caused his laughter; he saw me looking at him and replaced his laughter with a gentle smile, kissing my cheek affectionately
“What was so funny?” I inquired as he carried on looking into my eyes
“Just how easy it was to calm you down” he shrugged, tightening his grip on my waist and nuzzling into my neck “And how cute you are when you’re thinking” My cheeks took on a slightly rosy appearance from that and he certainly noticed “Hmm, you’re so shy” He muttered into my neck, the vibrations causing me to tilt my head to the side, giving him more access, I quickly realised what I was doing and un-tilted my head
“I think we should get back to school now” I suggested, inching away from him and getting up off the bed, my left arm clinging to my right as my brain suddenly decided it wanted me to feel awkward, I looked to see what his reaction was, he sighed and got off the bed too, I took a step back, I still didn’t know what he was capable of, I shouldn’t have let my hormones control me because now I was in this mess. He put his arm around my waist and led me out of the room and downstairs, back to the living room. He nodded his head towards the sofa, indicating me to sit down, I did as I was told and watched to see what he was doing, He went into the kitchen (there was no wall between the two, just a change in wallpaper and flooring) and clicked the kettle, he then leaned against the side, just waiting. After a few minutes he had made himself and me a coffee, sitting down on the chair opposite the sofa, he passed me one of the mugs. I thanked him and took a sip as he did the same. There was a short awkward silence before Bob broke it
“I understand that you didn’t want what we were about to do, so when we finish these” He raised his coffee mug slightly to show me what he was talking about “I’ll drive you back to school and we can act like nothing happened, is that okay with you?” I nodded my head and took a gulp of coffee
“Wont people know we were gone?” He looked like he was thinking for a few moments before speaking
“We’ll just say you broke one of your drum sticks and I had a spare at my house and I didn’t think I was allowed to have the students unsupervised, so I took you with me and didn’t realize how long it would take” he finished with a sip of coffee and leaned back in his chair, I must admit it was a pretty good excuse and most of the teachers were dumb enough to fall for it.
“Yeah, that would work” I nodded for some reason and finished my coffee; waiting for him to finish his when I thought of something “Things won’t be awkward between us, will they?” I asked as he made eye contact with me
“Well, we’re going to act like nothing happened, so no, things won’t be awkward” He smiled, reassuring me with his crystal blue eyes, dammit, he’s just so god damn perfect. I know I didn’t want him to fuck me but you can have a crush on someone without desiring to let them fuck you senseless
“Are we going back now then?” I asked as I finished my coffee and made my way to and from the kitchen, dropping off my coffee mug in the sink on the way
“Come on then, I guess you don’t want to keep your English teacher waiting” He winked before opening the front door for me and indicating with his head for me to go through, I stared at him for a second before asking the question that was obvious for me to ask
“How do you know I have English next?” He smirked at me before following me outside and getting into his car, I did the same and kept waiting for his answer
I eventually got the answer to my question when we were about to enter the school and to be honest it was a pretty crappy answer
“Like I said with that jock kid, I know things” He tapped his nose twice before disappearing into the staffroom, leaving me to explain everything to my English teacher
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