The Teacher's Secret

Chapter 7

Instead of allowing him to put his lips on mine, I leaned in and hugged him, resting my head on his shoulder. The body wash he had used was wearing off and I could smell his personal fragrance coming through. I turned my head and inhaled deeply. Gosh he smelled so darn good! In turning my head, my lips were just millimeters away from his neck. I could not help but place a kiss there as his scent travelled through my nostrils, throughout my body and straight down to my most private part. I did not have to wonder whether or not I was slick with need.

My lips moved of their own volition and one kiss led into another: slow, moist, sizzling kisses. I sucked a little on his neck, moving from the top of his neck down to its base. Jade held back his head as he gave me free access to this throat. I took the chance to run my tongue up and down his throat before moving to the other side of his neck. Jade’s hands were moving all over my body, from my brightly colored hair, over my back and down to my hips.

When I heard him moaning, it only encouraged me to continue to kiss him. I ran my hands all over his back, loving the tautness of it. Having had the thought about how his tush would feel, I reached down and gently squeezed his butt and I was not disappointed. It was as firm as I thought it would be. My lips grazed his cheeks and I opened my mouth to suck and nibble a little on his chin. I could feel his stiff member poking out from under the towel and I longed to put my hand there to feel its rigidity but I denied myself that temptation. My lips continued its sensual adventure as they inched closer to his lips.

-Jade-

I loved the way Mrs. Clarke was kissing me. I longed for her to just put her lips on mine but I was so enjoying the new sensations that were assailing me that I did not try to rush her. It was not as if I were a virgin but I had not had a woman make love to me nor had I made love to a woman before, just some kissing and necking, nothing serious. This experience, I’m sure, would be carved into my mind forever, forever to be cherished.

I interrupted Mrs. Clarke’s assault on my body as I lifted her and placed her to sit atop the washing machine.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured as I looked into her gorgeous, desire-filled, hazel eyes.

“Jade, I want you so much,” she said as she lowered her eyes.

Our lips were now probably only a fraction of an inch apart now: their meeting certain and I longed to feel their velvety softness and their sugary nectar flavor.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked her, already sure of the answer.

“Just shut up and kiss me Jade,” she said breathily.

I did not wait for her to repeat her words. I crushed my lips into hers ending both of our longing. Her lips were as soft and sweet as I thought they would be. Her lips moved against mine in a dance I was learning but I was her student and she was my teacher and I was an eager student. Her tongue found its way into my mouth and tangoed with mine. Our tongues danced and danced and I was certainly loving all the dance moves. Mrs. Clarke’s little nibbles on my lower lip was driving me crazy with need. I ran my hands along her sides and over her abdomen and then up to cup her breasts. I ran my thumb over the protruding buds I felt there. Her firm yet soft breasts filled my hands and I took the chance to savor their weight. Mrs. Clarke threw back her head and sucked in air sharply as I continued to titillate her n*****s. With her neck exposed, I placed my mouth there, kissing sucking, nibbling and teasing her like she had done to me. This was causing my c**k to get even stiffer than it already was.

I was ready to take her, right then and there in this wash room, right here atop this washing machine. The jeans that she was wearing, all this clothing was standing in the way. I tugged at her top and she lifted her arms to allow me to remove it from her. A black lacy bra greeted my eyes. She pulled aside one lacy cup to reveal a breast which boasted one of the most mouth-watering n*****s I had ever seen. I lowered my mouth and caught it up into my mouth. Mrs. Clarke held my head to her bosom, encouraging me to take more of her breast into my mouth and I was only too happy to oblige. Little moans were escaping her mouth and I knew I was doing something right.

“Flick your tongue over it,” Mrs. Clarke instructed.

My tongue was only too delighted to obey this command. It journeyed up and down, sideways and under the sensitive bud over and over again and this seemed to be fanning a fire within Mrs. Clarke. I felt my ego soar and like a jockey seeing the finish line, I felt energized and eager to win this race. I reached behind her to unclasp her bra and release both of her stunning breasts to me.

Mrs. Clarke gave another instruction: “Push them up together.”

Like an obedient puppy, I pushed both of her breasts together and bent my head to take both of her n*****s into my mouth. Her moans were becoming guttural and she was becoming agitated, pushing me even further to please her. I sucked on both her n*****s, flicking my tongue over them intermittently, enjoying the way the hard buds felt in my mouth. I released her breasts to run my hands along her sides and up to her face.

“I want you so badly, Mrs. Clarke,” I said as I pulled her closer to me, her breasts pressing against my bare chest.

“Call me Alison,” Mrs. Clarke responded as she wrapped her legs around my waist and started kissing me with a hunger to match a just awakened bear out of hibernation.

It was at that moment that we heard the doorbell ring and Alison looked at me with confusion.

“Who the hell could that be at this hour of the night?” she said as she unwrapped her legs from around my waist and hopped down from the washing machine.

She walked over to the door to look through the peephole. When she turned around to face me, I could see the annoyance on her face. I knew that whoever was at the door was an unwanted visitor.

“Jade, aughm…please just go to the guest room and stay there. I have to deal with this person at the door. I’ll take your clothes to you when they are ready,” Mrs. Clarke said.

“You’ll be ok?” I asked, concerned that she was already feeling upset.

“Yeah,” she responded. “I’ll be fine. Thanks.”

I walked away to the guest room, feeling disappointed that our lovemaking was interrupted by whomever was at the door.

A minute later I heard Mrs. Clarke having a heated argument. I stood at the door of the bedroom, eavesdropping; I was eager to know what was going on and to whom she was speaking.

“Please Alison,” I heard a male voice saying. “Sondra put me out. I need somewhere to stay. Can’t you please put me up?”

“Put you up, Gary?” Mrs. Clarke was saying. “Put you up? Are you really serious?”

“I have nowhere else to go right now,” the male voice said. “I need somewhere to stay until I find a place of my own.”

“No way in hell are you coming to stay here,” Mrs. Clarke said furiously. “You wanted to be with someone else. She put you out. You need to work out your own problems and not involve me in them.”

“Please Alison,” Gary begged. “Have a heart. I’ll just stay a week until I find an apartment.”

“Have a heart?!” Alison laughed bitterly. “Are you really listening to yourself? You are the best, Gary. Simply the best! Why didn’t you have a heart when you broke mine? Why didn’t you have a heart when you walked out on ten years of marriage, huh? Why didn’t you have a heart then? Answer that, Gary!”

“I’m sorry, Alison. If I could take it back, I would. I am so sorry,” Gary said passionately. “I would really love for you to give me another chance. I love you and I want us to try again. Please, Alison?”

“I already told you no and my answer has not changed,” Alison said coldly.

“Ok, ok Alison but I am here if you need anything,” Gary said softly. “But right now I’m in need. You have a guest room that you are not using. I could stay there and I promise that I will cause you no trouble,” Gary said.

“I happen to have a guest right now,” Mrs. Clarke pointed out.

“Who is that?” Gary enquired.

“Actually it’s none of your business. But if you must know, he’s one of my students,” Mrs. Clarke replied.

“Why do you have a male student here?” Gary asked.

“I am not going to answer that, Gary. Mind your own business, which I see is all over the place right now. Go sort out your life and leave me to live the rest of mine in peace,” Mrs. Clarke retorted. “I think you had better leave.

There was a bit of silence and then Gary spoke again: “I didn’t want to do this but you do remember that this apartment is not fully yours as yet. I can stay here if I like without your permission.”

“You wouldn’t dare go back on your word, Gary,” Mrs. Clarke replied. “We had a verbal agreement that I would have total control over this apartment while I buy out your half of the ownership of this apartment. I still have some more time as per our agreement.”

“Well, like I said, I didn’t want to do this but I am desperate and it is just not fair for me to be paying for a motel when I can stay at a place I still own so sorry if I have to go back on my word,” Gary said matter-of-factly.

“You are unbelievable,” Mrs. Clarke said with resignation. “Simply unbelievable. I already told my guest he can stay in the guest room so you will have to sleep on the couch. I cannot believe this sh*t.”

My heart went out to Mrs. Clarke. God knows she does not deserve this amount of trouble in her life. She deserves to be happy, not stressed out by someone who had walked out on her. Why did such depressing things have to happen to good people?

 I moved away from the door to plop down on the bed. I groaned. There was no way that Mrs. Clarke and I would be able to continue what we started – not with her ex-husband in the apartment. In another few minutes, there was a knock at the door. When I went to open it, Mrs. Clarke was standing there with my clothes.

“Can I come in?” she asked and I moved aside for her to gain entry.

I took my clothes from her and started to get dressed. Although we had been so intimate, at this moment I felt a tad bit shy. Mrs. Clarke was not paying attention to me, however. She was pacing and looking as mad as hell. I managed to pull on my clothes and then sit on the bed.

“I am so angry right now, Jade, so angry. Can you believe the audacity of this man? Can you believe it?” Mrs. Clarke continued as she waved her arm. “I just don’t want to have him around me.  I just don’t. He says I could stay here, totally in charge of this apartment until I paid him off and here he is, going back on that agreement. I can’t believe it! I just can’t!”

“Shhh, come here,” I said as I tried to soothe her with a hug.

I felt her leaning into the hug and I was glad that I was here to provide her with some amount of comfort just as she had been there to provide me with comfort. I felt the soft jerking of her body followed by a sobbing sound. I allowed her to cry, rubbing her back, willing her to feel better.

“It will be ok,” I said. “I’m here if you wanna talk again. You will get through this, ok?”

“Ok,” Mrs. Clarke responded as she moved away and wiped her tear-stained face. “I’m gonna go now. Sleep well, Jade, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Thanks,” I replied. “Sweet dreams.”