The 4th CRIME

Chapter 12

I sat in my car with the windows covered in mist as I sat with the heater turned on and silently thinking all by myself outside of my apartment building. I sucked in a breath as I ran my hand through my hair for the hundredth time today as I groaned at my thoughts. 

My thoughts were on a young lady from school. Natalya Hutcherson. I don't know why I can't get her out of her head and I don't know why she's consuming my entire mind. 

She hadn't come to school for three whole days and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't almost have a heart attack when I walked into class, seeing her seat empty and thinking that she told her parents about what I had done. 

I don't know what possessed me to lean over and try to kiss her, and if she hadn't pulled away I was going to kiss her. That damned bicycle, I shouldn't have ever bought it. I had only bought my one way ticket to hell. I just thought that I'd do something fun for detention because every time we had to sit together in that hour she was quiet and always to herself. She just gave me one word answers and I just wanted to form a bond with her. 

The typical teacher and student bond because I had no ill intentions but that's what happened. I was just so happy to help her learn something new because she seemed to know everything about everything and I wanted to make things fun for her and just finally have her speak to me with respect and just...just talk to me because I was tired of the one word answers. 

I loved for my students to be close to me. It makes things so much easier between us, especially when they don't understand their work, or need help or vice versa, you never know what you can learn from a student as a teacher. It makes the classroom a much more pleasant place. 

I thought it was going to help; and for most of the time that we stood in the hallway and she began to ride the bicycle and I was running besides her, cheering her on- it seemed like it was going to help. She had this huge smile on her face, hell, I'd never seen her smile before and that was shocking to see on her face. She was smiling, and laughing and giggling and screaming at me because she was scared. 

I loved every moment of it, even when she'd crashed into me and laughed instead of being worried and hurting. And when she'd invited me to ride the bicycle with her, how could I say no? So I got on with her and we rode through peacefully, smiles and laughs on both sides as we knew we shouldn't be riding a bicycle in the middle of the hallway but it was vacant and it was just us. 

When we crashed into the wall, and she looked up at me, hissing in pain and then smiling and laughing, I don't know what came over me. She looked so happy, so young and so...tempting. She's very beautiful and she just, at that moment, she looked so much like...gosh I can't even put my thoughts together. 

One moment I'm looking into her beautiful coloured eyes and the next moment I'm leaning in and she's doing the same. I was so close and those lips looked so full and soft, they were pink, shining from the little lip gloss I assume she applied. 

When she'd pulled away and I was snapped out of the bubble I was in, I panicked. I've never done as I did that day, and I was deeply ashamed. I felt like a paedophile even though it had felt so amazing in that moment. 

When she didn't come to school for the next three days, I was just waiting and expecting police to appear at my door and arrest me and I was expecting, Mr Vladimir to tell me that I was fired. But that never happened and when I saw her today at school, besides me, I was lost in her smell. 

She smelt like cherries and looked like an angel. So young, so delicate and so beautiful even though her eyes are hard and she never lets any emotion through. I was so tempted to just cradle her face in my hands but I held back and pushed back those feelings as I apologized to her. She didn't seem bothered by it and it looked like she didn't even remember what happened. 

I looked down at my hands which now had stopped shaking as I let out a breath and switched off my heater and then got out of the car, locking it behind me as I walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the floor I was on. Our apartment was on the third floor and I ran my hand over my face as I walked to Mee and my apartment, unlocking it and locking it behind me after I entered. 

"Mee, I'm home," I announced in my mother tongue as I placed my briefcase right there on the ground, taking off my shoes and I heard footsteps coming towards me. 

Mee threw herself in my arms and I smiled as I wrapped my arms around her waist and spun her around as she giggled and kissed me passionately. 

"How was work, baby?" She asked me, wrapping her legs around my waist and the first thing that popped into my head was Natalya. 

I almost cheated on Mee. 

I just shrugged, placing my hands beneath her thighs as I kissed her even more, hoping to drown out the thoughts of Natalya. 

Mee moaned into my mouth as I slipped my tongue past her lips, giggling into the kiss as she made movement to remove my tie and I could feel her fidgeting with the buttons on my shirt. I started to move my feet, not knowing where we were going to end up because all I just wanted right now was release; to release my stress and my frustration. And the best way to do that is with Mee who could ride me like there was no tomorrow. 

I moved to kiss her neck and she rubbed against my already hardened member, panting because she knew what was about to come. 

She was just wearing a tank top and panties, so it wouldn't be much of a problem to get to where I need to get. I just lifted her top and moved her panties aside as I was about to insert a finger into her now wet hole until her phone blared loudly right beside her head on the couch and she bit her lip, opening her eyes and then looked at me apologetically as she went to answer it. 

I clenched my teeth together as I stood and left her sitting on the couch, leaving to our bedroom and towards the shower because I needed to blow off some steam. I know she'll come join me in the shower when she's done on the phone and we can carry on where we left off. 

Work always came first to Mee and that wasn't a problem because I was exactly the same except now, it seemed work just wouldn't leave my mind...