4 comments/ 16793 views/ 8 favorites Tough Lesson Learned By: Tsania There is a curious balance between watched and watching. Between prey and predator. He sees the whole class, he watches her. She sees him; she watches her back and knows because of this she is being watched. But by whom she doesn't fully know. It's a teacher, she knows. She feels the disapproving eyes on her as she moves from group to group, but they don't see all, they don't know. Or, if they do, there's nothing they can do. She never brings anything contraband to college, she never sells in this district. Oh, sure she's got some customers from this area, she's even sold to one or two teachers before. Those were awkward times, when she'd got a call from another part of the city, only to turn up to find the person behind the door was a teacher. Was her teacher. Those were the classes she got the best grades in now. She thought of it as lubricating her future. There was no way she was going to be stuck in this dump with these losers for the rest of her life. She was going to make a name for herself. Everyone would know Elsa. Well, everyone already did. Everyone knew Elsa sold the best weed. Yes, you had to pay a little bit more for it, but it was clean and not cut with anything else to carry the weight. Elsa was someone you could trust. But still, there was this feeling she had, on the back of her neck. Someone knew, someone wasn't happy. Daniel Jennings stood at the widow of his chemistry lab on the third floor. It gave him a perfect bird's-eye view of the events in the school ground below. It was here that he first noticed Elsa's bizarre behaviour. Though she was one of the stoners; the crowd who didn't do so well in class, but never made too much of a fuss so teachers just let them coast on the lower grades; she rarely spent a lot of her time with them. As Daniel stood there sorting through the latest mock-exam papers for the upcoming STUDIES exams, he watched as Elsa flitted from group to group in the grounds below. In his hand he clutched her paper; he'd marked it as a low 'B' grade. But she was a stoner. It was her hand-writing. Even without comparing it to her class work, he knew it was her handwriting because of the distinctive way she wrote the word 'oxygen'. The 'xyg' looped into each other in such a way that it made Daniel think of those adverts for hydrating drinks. He was still convinced she'd cheated somehow. True, her grades had been high all year. Also true that she'd shown real interest in class. But still, she was a stoner. They coasted. They didn't get top-ten grades in class. Something was amiss, he was sure of it. His eyes drifted over her again. Perhaps she was paying one of the science nerds in weed to do her homework for her, to feed her the answers. Perhaps she was cheating. Daniel rolled the word around his head slowly. It wasn't often he thought this. He wanted to think the best of his pupils. But there was something up with her. He couldn't place it, but he knew it was something he didn't like. He was young for a teacher, not quite fresh out of University, but this was his second placement. The first, he'd lost that doe-eyed certainty that he was making a difference in the world in less than a term. Now he was just getting through each day. He was glad that he taught Chemistry. The ability to simply blow something up on a bad day and call it 'science' was very satisfying. His first school had been an inner-city one. The kids were rougher than this lot. A day where for one lesson he could be heard over the din of chaos was a good day. They didn't happen often. This school was in the suburbs, true, but it wasn't the wealthy part of the city. It was the area bordering the slum part of the city, where prostitutes and drug dealers alike were selling their wares openly in daylight. Here, the prostitutes stayed home, the men came to them; the dealers went to your door instead of standing on the corner. It wasn't much better, but it was more discreet. No student of this college would achieve a glowing future; on the other hand, at least they weren't as doomed as those in the next district over. Daniel sighed as he put the paper back in the pile. Far below, Elsa moved again from one group to the next, conversing with everyone, making sure she was on good terms with all. ------ For once Elsa did the normal teenaged thing of hanging around on a street corner, looking like she was up to no good. She'd run out of produce a while back, and had just enough time to get to the bank before it shut to deposit most of the cash into an account for her future. However, her curfew wasn't until nine, and in the summer it was warm and light outside at that time. At home all she had waiting for her was her drug-addled parents and cold, bad food. Her friends had gone home for their tea a long time ago, and she didn't want to go to the cinema alone, especially not this late. It was a school-night besides. Elsa had already done her homework, she'd only had the time between when she got back from college and when her dad got back from 'work' around 5 or 6 to do anything by herself. He would either want her to smoke with him, or he would be in a foul mood and demand to know how much she'd made for him. He wasn't her real dad, but he'd taken care of her since she was very little and her mum was constantly in a stupor. Keith had started out as her mother's dealer. Then he began to spend more and more time around. He often said as a joke that Elsa was so quiet, he'd lived with them for two months before he realised his new girlfriend had a daughter at all. Elsa remembered that time with a little haze. The guy her mum had kept around before Keith had been very touchy-feely with her, and she didn't like him. When Keith kicked him out one night for beating Elsa's already-unconscious mother half to death, Elsa was still frightened this new one would be like the last one. Keith, however, was very different. He'd been kind and made sure she always had something to eat in the evenings. He even drove her to school when she missed the bus. He was like a real dad to her, except when he was in a rage. Keith worked the streets for the harder drugs. He had a weed plantation somewhere out in the sticks which kept him supplied, and he also peddled pills and rocks for the bigger drug dealers. But if his supply got cut due to a raid, or if a client died or went into rehab, he wasn't happy, and when he wasn't happy Elsa was the first to know. He never beat her, or touched her in anyway. He was just bitter and cruel to her. She was an easy target, she knew. So instead she became an absent target. She came home long after he'd smoked himself into a blissful state, and went straight to her room. When she was thirteen he'd approached her one morning and asked her if she wanted to make some pocket money. He'd slipped twelve plastic bags of some green across the breakfast table, telling her each was worth £10. "Enough for your little friends to get a little happy." She'd refused to sell them at college, but she said she'd ask around for afterwards. That's how she began. She'd go round each clique, they all knew who she was now. She kept up on the gossip, and got people's phone numbers and addresses to go drop the stuff off later. It was tough work without a car, some people lived out in the middle of nowhere, but it gave her enough to get by and never ask Keith or her mum for money. Keith, of course, expected a little kickback for the green he provided, but he was reasonable. He knew she was saving to get out of there, and he approved whole-heartedly. So now Elsa was about half an hour's walk from her house. Her friends had abandoned her, the streets were getting darker and she scuffed her shoes along the outside of the curb, hands in her hoodie pockets and staring at the dimming sky. A couple cars had slowed to a crawl on the off chance she was stood there to sell something, but when she didn't approach the windows, they quickly pulled away. She was startled to feel a hand yank her arm backward out of her pocket. Ready to fight or flee, she turned. "Mr Jennings?" Her surprise made her forget her stance, one fist raised behind her head. His eyes flicked angrily from her fist back to her face. She lowered her arm. "You surprised me." "What the hell do you think you're doing out here?" He was furious. He'd been watching her from his kitchen window as she stood on the corner. He didn't know whether he was more angry that she was in his neighbourhood, likely selling drugs or herself, or that he'd caught himself admiring her body. "Sorry, Mr Jennings. I'm just killing time before curfew." She had the decency to lower her head and scuff her shoes again. His brow drew together. Doing this, she looked her age. Finally. "Don't you know how dangerous it is for a girl your age to stand around? Come on, you can kill time inside my place and then I'll drive you home. When is your curfew?" He spun around and walked away, listening for her footsteps to begin tripping after him. "It's 9pm, sir. I know it's dangerous, but I have nothing else to do." "Didn't it occur to you to go home early?" As they walked into his house, he shut the door behind them, throwing the bolt across, making sure she saw him do it so she didn't think he was trapping her. "My parents..." She trailed off. His face softened mildly. "Ah yes, the eternal battle that is teenagers and their parents. I'd forgotten. Well, no harm done, now. Would you like a drink or anything?" He turned away from her again, going into the kitchen. She followed and stood awkwardly at the door. "Take a seat, what do you like? I was thinking of having some hot cocoa and marshmallows before bed. What do you think?" Her eyes lit up quietly. He could see she was polite, not too forceful, but she did like the idea of cocoa. Daniel wondered when the last time she had been treated to such things was. She slipped on to one of the rickety chairs at the table and drew off her jumper. As it tugged off her form, Daniel suddenly couldn't look away. She was a plump girl, still got the puppy fat. She usually dressed in baggy clothes as she was larger than her svelte friends. But tonight, under the baggy hoodie, she wore a tight-fitting strappy top which displayed her sizable breasts, and a short flowered skirt over coloured leggings and sneakers. Her hair tumbled out of the jumper and she quickly adjusted herself so she felt decent. Daniel swallowed and concentrated on pouring the milk into a saucepan. His mind was skipping all over the place. He'd never felt attracted to one of his students before. "Thanks, Mr Jennings. But, can I ask you a question?" She looked at him squarely, obviously not recognising his silent internal struggle. He nodded, not trusting his voice. "That exam was quite difficult, and I didn't understand some stuff in the second section." Daniel smiled. "Which parts exactly?" "The stuff about atomic structure. I get that the electrons and protons are equal in number, and that dictates where they are in the periodic table, but I don't get why there's a massive gap in the middle." Daniel turned to glance at her. Her hair tumbled down over one shoulder as she traced a pattern with her finger tip on the table top. Her breasts were propped on her arm, pushing them up and deepening her cleavage. Daniel turned back quickly, feeling his blood rise. "Erm well," he licked his lips, "That's because of the electron shells, how the electrons are arranged around the nucleus. In the first shell there only can be two electrons, the second can hold eight and so on. Hold on, I'll show you." Daniel sprinkled some cinnamon into the cocoa as it began to boil. He poured the liquid into two mugs and dropped some marshmallows into the top and carried them across to the table. "Those are hot, don't touch them for a bit. Let the mallows melt first." He rushed to the next room to grab some paper and a pen and returned, grabbing the mallow packet before sitting in the chair next to her. "Look, this is how it works." For the next ten minutes he explained how the number of electron shells dictated which row the element was on the table, and how full the outer shell was dictated which column it was in. When she understood, he sat back, pleased at her realisation. She began drawing electron shells herself, checking which element she'd drawn on his periodic table. He took a mallow from the packet and popped it in his mouth. She watched him closely, so he held out one for her. To both their surprise, her mouth opened with an audible soft, wet 'pop'. Without thinking, Daniel placed the soft pink sweet on her waiting tongue. They both held their breath as she closed her mouth again, her eyes wide, fixated on his. Her drawings were forgotten in front of her, pen abandoned. The sugary taste exploded in her mouth as her eyes were opened to him. He broke the stare, reaching for his mug. He cleared his throat before he took a sip. "It's cool enough now to drink." She studied him. He wasn't that bad looking. His dark hair was scruffy, he wore glasses which were perpetually slipping down his nose. He took care of himself. Right now he wore an old t-shirt and jeans with paint and grease on them, but the t-shirt was taught across the muscles of his shoulders and chest, the jeans displayed his nice rounded ass. He couldn't be older than twenty-five. She also sensed something broken in him, something that couldn't be fixed. She took a sip of her drink. He mentally berated himself for what he'd done. One part of him said it was only a marshmallow, another screamed at him for being so stupid. She might be young, but she was female and therefore capable of any sort of manipulation. The image of his lingering fingers on the pink mallow, the soft rust of her breath over his hand, even now he could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He forced his mind to think of other things. He still had to drive her home. "Oh wow, Mr Jennings. This is the best cocoa I've ever had!" She took another long drink, and suddenly she was a child again. When she pulled the mug away from her mouth she had a milky film on her upper lip. She licked it clean, smacking her lips and looking around the place. Daniel saw it through her eyes. He'd only unpacked his last box a month ago, so he hadn't even thought of redecorating yet. The kitchen had once been white or cream, but now the walls were stained with the tobacco smoke of the previous tenant. Through the archway she could see the magazines and books and unmarked homework of his classes covering every conceivable surface in the sitting room. "You live alone here?" Hey wide eyes turned back to him. "Yep I do. Drink up, Elsa. We'd better get you home before you're late." She glanced at the clock and rushed the last mouthfuls of the drink. They made the journey back to hers with about five minutes to spare of her curfew. She ducked her head down once she'd left the car. "Thanks for everything, Mr Jennings. It was really nice of you." She turned and skipped up the pathway, opening her front door quietly and turning no lights on inside. Daniel waited until she was safely inside and he'd heard the front door click locked before pulling away. Back inside his house he stared at the two dirty mugs, nestled together on the table. Then he noticed she'd left her hoodie on one of the chairs. He felt himself frown. It was going to be tough to return that to her without it seeming suspicious. ------ Elsa had chemistry on Tuesdays and Fridays with Mr Jennings. Today was Friday and she could feel that she was excited for the first time to be going to a lesson. She practically skipped into the classroom. He looked as surly and disinterested as ever. Sometimes he could be fun, letting them make stuff explode. That seemed to release some tension in him. But on days like today, she knew it'd be book work and copying from the board. At the end of the lesson she felt her spirit rise as she called her name. "I'd like a word with you, please Elsa." She motioned for her friends to carry on, they were eager to get in line for lunch. "Here, you left this at mine Wednesday night." He handed her the hoodie. "Oh, of course. Sorry sir I'd forgotten." He turned away as she lingered, biting her lip. "Sir? Do you think you could tutor me?" He paused, and she saw the tension in his back increase and then forcefully decrease before he turned. "I have to ask you something, Elsa." He turned to her, but didn't look at her. She tilted her head in question. "Have you been cheating?" She took a step back. "No, sir. All the work I do is my own. What makes you think I was cheating?" She lowered her head, as if she was disappointed in his question. "The people you hang around with, they don't do so well. Your grades are high, but you don't seem to pay so much attention in class." A frown passed across her face, but it cleared. "You think because my friends are stoners and happy to do the minimum I should do too?" Her voice was quiet, humble. Her head snapped up, and he could see it was twisted with anger. "I didn't choose my family, sir. I didn't choose to have a drug dealer for a step-dad. I'd love to be a nerd, sir, but as it is I'm saving up for my future. Every piece of work I do is my own, because I don't want to be stuck here. I don't want to have the choice everyone else does. I don't want to be my mother." She gasped as if she'd said too much. She covered her mouth and stifled the sob which came too loud for the empty room. For a moment the noise from outside overwhelmed them both. Students yelled and screamed in the corridor as they made their way to the playground or the cafeteria. Elsa's shoulders slowly stopped shaking. Daniel dearly wanted to move around the desk and hold her, comfort her, allow her to cry and tell her she was safe, but he knew that wasn't permitted. Just as she knew. Finally she got it under control. She sniffed and lifted her face to him. Her cheeks were pink with suppressed emotion. "Please, sir. It's not often I find someone who actually cares. Will you tutor me?" "We can't at my house, but it's a possibility that I could run an after-hours thing here for you and some others who also want a bit extra help. I'll ask the head." She smiled sweetly, then nodded, using the reclaimed hoodie to wipe tears from her face. "Do I look okay?" He nodded and she left quietly. "You look wonderful." He said under his breath. He thought she heard when she turned slightly, but then she was swallowed by the crowd of students and gone from his sight. ------ The exams went too quickly. The head agreed for Daniel to set up a weekly after-hours class for about five to ten students who wanted that little extra help to pass or excel. He worked hard to teach them everything they needed and wanted to know, and too soon the exam was there and then gone. His little extra time with Elsa, watching her up close, understanding her mind and her dreams was over. He felt as if it was a time that passed too quickly for him. She was applying to a university in the city in the autumn term, one that specialized in sciences. His heart had swelled with pride when she told him that. Daniel would never see his Elsa again. The weeks ticked over slowly. The teachers had their end-of-year do before the term broke up. The school was silent when Daniel went to pick up the last of his stuff from the labs. He glanced out the now-familiar windows over the empty school grounds as he packed up his box. Nearly empty. He glanced back. In the yard, three lonely figures stood, they were talking and joking, he could see them laugh but not hear at what. One of them was Elsa. He watched as the other two handed something to her. She held it up to the light, and then brought it to her face. He knew by the way she was acting that it was a drug deal he was seeing. Tough Lesson Learned The rage he felt that they were using the school to sell drugs overwhelmed him. He ran down the stairs and burst the doors open. The three figures jumped at the sudden noise and then scattered, Elsa was slightly slower to react. Even at this distance he could see the fear in her eyes when she recognised him. He ran toward them, and the three of them pelted away. Daniel knew the other two students quite well, as he gave chase to the edge of school property and then gave up. He watched as Elsa tore away from the place, only looking over her shoulder once. His breath tore in his lungs and he could feel his heart break. He was so angry that he'd seen her deal, that she'd used his ground to do it. He couldn't believe she'd been so disrespectful. ------ Daniel paced from the living room to the kitchen again, sipping his black coffee. He didn't like it like this, but the bitterness suited his mood. He watched the rain pour out the front room and the back, thinking about what he'd seen. He knew the other two students, he could easily report them. But then he'd have to report Elsa, and that he just couldn't do. He couldn't take her future from her. At the same time he worried that she was doing just that. If she was dealing in school grounds in the middle of the day. Anyone could have seen, anyone could have reported them and then they'd be in so much trouble. She'd lose everything. Daniel slammed the mug on the table as lightening flashed. The thunderclap almost masked the first knock. He stilled, unsure if he'd heard it. Then another knock, slightly louder. "Hello?" He called out. "Hey, Mr Jennings? Can I come in please?" Daniel glanced at the clock as he unlocked the door and swung it open. It was after eleven at night, but here she was. She'd worn a waterproof jacket, but only leggings on her bottom half. A small broken umbrella was tucked under her arm. Her face was pink from being struck by the wind-driven rain. "Please, sir?" He realised he was stood in the doorway studying her, blocking her entry. He stepped back, ushering her inside. Before he shut the door he looked around the street to make sure no-one else was there, watching him invite one of his students into his house late at night. Once the bolt was drawn across and the door locked, he turned to her. Elsa had disappeared into the living room. He found her sat on the sofa, peeling off her sodden leggings and water-proof jacket. She laid them on the radiator without him asking her. Her hair was damp around her face and fluffy from the hood in the back. She now wore the short flowery skirt he'd seen her in before, and a long sleeved sweater which was damp on the sleeves. She bit her lip, nervous. "I'm sorry for disturbing you so late." She took a step forward. Daniel motioned for her to sit on the sofa. He moved some papers so he could sit at the other end, as far away as he could get. "I didn't mean for you to see... Today in the college. I didn't want for... I'm sorry." She hung her head, contrite. Instantly he forgave her, but he couldn't tell her that. "I don't think it was appropriate for you to make those transactions on school ground." He put steel into his voice. "I know. I hate doing it there. I didn't want to but Mary..." She glanced up and down. "I'm sorry. I just don't want them to get into trouble. If you have to report anyone, please just say it was me and not them. Say you didn't recognise my client. Everyone knows I'm the biggest weed dealer in town. The cops would thank you, but please, don't tell on Mary. It wasn't her fault." She trailed off. As she'd spoken, she'd tucked her legs underneath herself and shuffled forward slightly on her knees. "I didn't report you." Daniel said quietly, watching her. She looked up, elated. "But I could have. Don't do a deal there again, Elsa. It's not appropriate. I know the other two, I know Mary and I know Sid. I don't care who they are, but you could have ruined your future today, Elsa, if it had been anyone else who saw you. You have to think of these things." He held out his arms to her, trying to make her see. "I came here to offer you something so you wouldn't tell on me." She smiled wryly. "I don't smoke weed, Elsa, not anymore." Daniel looked away again. "No not that." Elsa laughed slightly, under her breath and shuffled uncomfortably on her knees. Her body language changed so much it brought Daniel's attention back to her. "I was going to offer myself." The words came out slowly. Daniel felt his body still. "I couldn't take you up on that, Elsa. You know that. It's cruel to offer." She shuffled forward again. "I know, but it was the only thing I could think of to offer you. I know you want me." She watched his face out the corner of her eye. He shifted uncomfortably, turning his face away again. He was acutely aware of what he was wearing now, the old t-shirt and grey tracksuit bottoms in which he would sleep. "I want you too." His head snapped back to her. Daniel studied her. Her head was bowed, her light brunette hair swung in front of her face. Her eyes were lifted, watching him and her lower lip was caught in her teeth. The sweater was loose and covered her cleavage, but there was no disguising the size of her breasts. The skirt stopped a little short of mid-thigh and rose even higher as she knelt. Her hands were gently clasped in her lap, fingertips slowly tracing the lines in her palms. "Ever since that night when I was here and you made me hot chocolate," Elsa continued, "when you put that marshmallow in my mouth. I've thought about you. I've dreamed about you." Her head tilted back and she closed her eyes, a knowing smile lilted across her features. Daniel's breath caught in his chest. She was only eighteen, he had to remind himself. She was legal, another part of him said. She was his student, he thought firmly. Not anymore, the other part said quietly. "It doesn't matter because I'm not going to report you." He said firmly. "You have nothing you need to bargain for. Have you even had sex before?" He was startled at the question even as he said it. He didn't want to entertain the idea of her, with him or anyone else. This was a line not meant to be crossed. Elsa smiled slightly. "I've been with one person a couple of times. He wasn't really interested though. He just wanted free sex and cheap weed. He didn't know what he was doing and we stopped quickly." She shrugged. Then she shuffled forward again. He watched as her bare knees crossed the dividing line of the cushions. He knew he should stop her. "So you haven't thought of me like that?" "You're my student." He said as if it answered her question. "Not anymore. How old are you?" Another shuffle. "How old do you think I am?" He hedged, though genuinely curious. "You're young for a teacher. You aren't older than twenty-five." She tilted her head and he saw her eyes glance to his lips. He licked them unconsciously, feeling like a rabbit in headlights. "I'm twenty-three." "That's only five years' difference." She said quietly. "That's a world of difference. This shouldn't happen." "No, it shouldn't. But a lot of things happen that shouldn't." She leant her head down to his and kissed him lightly on the mouth. He held himself back, so it was only a peck. Elsa pulled away and looked at him, her eyes curious and pleading in one. She bent her head to him again, this time the kiss was more forceful. She ran her tongue along his bottom lip, trying to tempt him into kissing her back, into touching her. His hands remained clenched at his hips. Elsa upped her game. Daniel was obviously not going backwards or forwards, she would have to press him into action. She straddled him, making sure his arms were either side of her knees. Kissing along his jaw, enjoying the feel of his stubble on her lips and cheeks, she made her way to his ear. Elsa pressed her teeth on his earlobe gently and then drew back slightly to whisper in his ear. "Mr Jennings, I don't even know your first name – unless you like me to call you Mr Jennings while we do this." He growled deep in his throat at the image she'd just conjured in his mind. He shut his eyes, mentally forcing the image of her writhing beneath him, screaming his last name as she came wetly around his pounding cock inside her, out of his mind. This had never happened before. He was not this person. "Daniel." He bit out. "My first name is Daniel." His fingertips found her knees, tracing small circles of their own accord along the underside of her thigh. Elsa drew back, a small grin playing at the corners of her mouth. She had him and she knew it. Elsa moved herself along his lap, rubbing along the hardening cock she could feel clearly through the material of the track-suit. His eyes rolled back in his head and his hand gripped her thighs tightly as she did it again. She chuckled, but it was cut short when his hand came to the back of her head and crushed her forwards into his face. He opened his mouth to her, pushing his tongue into hers, searching out every part of her. He wanted to show her what she'd toyed with, he was still angry at her for the deal earlier, and now he was angry she'd forced his hand. After the initial shock of his kiss, she began to respond, fighting against his ruthless pace. She gave as good as she got, running her tongue along his, lapping at his mouth, using her teeth on his lip. She could feel his hands tighten on her thighs again, moving upwards. She gasped into his mouth as they slipped under her skirt, wondering what he was going to do. Daniel slowed the pace slightly, he knew she was nervous of this. After all, he'd had at least four years of university to experience all this. Elsa hadn't. He slipped lower on the sofa, better aligning himself to her, and then pushed her hips so she moved along his length. He knew he'd hit the right spot when she gasped and pulled away a little. Daniel smiled to himself, using her confusion to do it again. The second time her head fell back a little and she moaned quietly. "I'm guessing the other guy didn't know about this, huh?" He grinned as she shook her head. He could feel the typical male pride rise as he pleasured her again. Her hands tightened on his shoulders and her face fell forwards to kiss him again. After a slow kiss with her breathing heavily, she tugged at his t-shirt. They leant backward as she helped him slip it off. When his chest was displayed she traced the contours of his muscles, the dip and slide where he took care of himself. He heard her gasp when her hand met metal at his nipple. He was so used to his nipple ring he forgot that it didn't fit his straight-edge teacher persona. She played with the plain silver bar slightly, and he put his head back, enjoying the sensation of her hands on his bare skin. As her hands trailed lower, eventually stroking the soft hair leading below his waist, he put his hands to her sweater, asking a question. Without hesitation she pulled off the top. Her breasts were cupped in sheer black lace, her nipples were straining against the fabric. She put her hands round to unclasp it, but Daniel stopped her. Leaning up, he licked one nipple wetly through the material. Her mouth formed an 'o' of surprise as he gently suckled her. Without intending to, her hands went to cup his head to her. As the movement of his mouth got stronger, her head fell back. She thought she could come just from this sensation. Her hips rocked in his lap and she knew that this situation was out of her control. His hands found the zip on her skirt, and he quickly tugged it upward over her head. She hung her head as he looked over her, suddenly embarrassed by her nakedness. She wore a mismatching pair of underwear, small turquoise lacy knickers didn't leave much to the imagination. They were a thong, but the top was like shorts. They were the nicest pair she owned, but still they were torn in places where she'd put her fingers through the delicate lace. Daniel could see that she shaved all over through the material, and he didn't fail to notice that she was quite wet from the dark patch at her crotch and on his grey trousers. His breath caught at how beautiful she looked. Drawing her head down to him, he kissed her gently and thoroughly. This time he wanted to thank her for being here with him, for allowing him this small, blasphemous pleasure. He lowered them both down over the sofa, so she was beneath him. He saw her eyes change from wild fear to curiosity to absolute trust once he suspended himself over her. Grabbing some scissors from the table next to them, he ran them between her breasts. "I'll replace your underwear, I promise. But I want to do this." He slipped one blade under the joint of her bra between her boobs and closed them together with a faint 'snip'. Instantly, her breasts fell apart as gravity took them. They bounced heavily into their new resting places. Then he put the blade to her hip and snipped at the top of each thigh. Looking back at her, he could see that she didn't fully understand, but that she took him at his word. Perhaps these were her best underwear, worn especially for him. In which case, he'd get her more and better lingerie. If she looked this good in cheap, old underwear, he couldn't imagine what she'd look like in fitted, matching stuff. His mouth watered as he put his mouth to the under curve of her breast and began nudging the material away with small kisses. By the time he made it to her nipple, her eyes were clenched closed and her breathing had heightened again. Her knees were pushed together and she was rubbing them unconsciously together. Her hands were fisted by her sides, and he knew she would soon try to take over. But for now he moved his tongue and mouth over her nipples, suckling them, rubbing them with rough fingers, pinching them slightly into peaks. When he brought his teeth down on one and similarly pinched the other with his hand, her back arched under him and her breath caught in her throat. Elsa looked up at him, panting as he drew away. Her hands came to him, lowering down his torso as they kissed. When her fingers slipped inside his waistband, he stopped kissing her, his mind concentrating on what she was doing with her hands. She tentatively found him, hard and dripping precum. She swirled her fingers around the tip and then moved forward to grip him, stroking firmly from tip to base and back out again. His hips rocked with her movement. Eyes closed, he thought of her hands as if they were her pussy clenched around him. He rocked forward again without thinking, and knew he would come soon if she didn't cease. Pulling himself from her grip, he moved down her body. His mouth traced her flesh, and he circled his tongue around her navel. Peeling away the ruined panties, he saw her displayed to him for the first time. Elsa's hands were above her head, gripped into fists. Her face was turned partially into the pillow. Her breasts rose and fell gently as she tried to breathe deep. Knees spread, her wet pussy was open before him, to do with as he wished. It was better than he had ever dreamed. If it wasn't for her brows being drawn in concentration, she could have been sleeping Suddenly he was reminded of her previous statement about dreaming of him. He was angry again as the events of the day washed over him. He knew what he wanted to do. That wet pussy would have to wait for a bit. He would use this as a punishment to her. Something he never thought to do. He flipped her on her side, pushing his trousers off to reveal his body. She tried to watch, but he pushed her away. He lay down behind her, pushing his body against hers. His hips bucked of their own accord, rubbing his cock against the cleft of her buttocks. She shuffled forward, obviously nervous of what he planned. His hands stopped her and he kissed her neck. "This isn't going to be a quick fuck, Elsa." He said through the kisses. His arms went around her, rubbing up and down her front. When he got to her hips, he lifted one leg so it hooked over his legs behind her. This opened her up to his hands. He traced down her front, delving his fingers quickly into her wetness and then using it to circle her nipples. "You did something today which really upset me." She whimpered as he circled her clit once and then withdrew. "I know your situation, but you aren't going to use school to do your little deals again." He punctuated the last word by dipping one finger inside her and withdrawing again. He knew she was gaining to a fever pitch. Her gasps and whimpers were becoming more vocal. "So if you think you can keep me quiet by offering this to me, offering yourself to me, you've got another think coming." He used his whole hand on her pussy, shuffling slightly so she lay on her back slightly on top of him, so he could fondle her breasts with his other hand. "You have to learn, Elsa. I have to teach you a lesson." He pushed two fingers inside her, coating them with her wetness. His cock popped out from between her thighs and pointed straight up at her. She rocked as she felt its length against her, but he held her firm. Curling his fingers inside her slightly, he began stroking her within. His other hand circled her clit, the feeling was too much; she began screaming slightly each time he circled. He bit into her neck and told her to be silent. He brought her to the edge, so close to her orgasm that he began to feel the walls of her pussy flutter against his fingers. He moved so quick, she barely understood what was happening until she felt the sting of a slap across her buttocks. Daniel had her splayed across his lap, her bum in the air. He pressed his left hand on the small of her back, keeping her motionless. As she began to struggle again, he brought his right hand down on her thigh. The noise was enough to still her. "You are such a bright girl, Elsa. You bring this on yourself." Again, the sting, this time on her butt. She put her head into the pillow and let herself scream into them as he brought his hand down on her ass and on her thighs many times. Finally the sting stopped hurting as much, and she could feel him rub away the redness every few slaps or so. She'd never understood spanking really, not until now. She could feel him still hard beneath her, pointing into her belly. His hand, while rubbing, would occasionally stray too close to her aching pussy. She pushed herself up for more, she knew what she did, dealing, tempting him, was wrong, she knew he was only punishing her because he cared for her. She pushed her nails into his thigh and heard an entirely different noise come from her mouth. The moan was long and loud, much louder than any other noise she'd made so far. Daniel paused, hand hanging in the air, breath coming quickly, and stared as she raised her head. Before he could react, she scooted away, to the middle of the floor and knelt there. Her arms were behind her back, forcing her shoulders back and making her breasts jut outward. Her face was turned upward but her eyes lowered behind lids. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to disappoint you so much. I mean, I didn't mean to disappoint you at all." Daniel's breath caught as his cock bounced with the blood pumping into it. She shuffled forward on her knees, maintaining eye contact until she was close enough to fit between his knees. Her eyes lowered to his cock, and he knew what was to come. Her mouth sank over the head of his cock and she swirled her tongue around it, suckling like he had on her nipples. She drew back for a second, uncertainty twisting her features. "I've never done this before, so please tell me if it feels bad." She lowered herself again to the task, licking up his length. Daniel's head fell backward as he concentrated on what she was doing, giving small instructions as she pressed on. Tough Lesson Learned When she dipped her head low over his lap, he gasped and growled slightly. His hands went to her head as she tried to push his cock into her mouth. He shifted so it was easier for her to get to him. "Stick out your tongue and grip your thumb as you push down, you'll get more of me then." She did as he said, and he watched as more disappeared into her mouth. As she hit her gag reflex, she swallowed, the muscles closing around him. He forced himself not to buck into her. As she came up for air he pushed her shoulders back, kissing her on the mouth deeply. He stood, motioning her to follow him, and led her through to the bedroom. The covers were messy, but clean. There were books and shoes all over this room too. He turned her so she had her back to the bed. Then he kissed her cupping her face to him, slowly and gently exploring her mouth with his tongue. Stepping forward, he guided her on to the bed, until she was again beneath him, legs drawn up either side of his hips. He looked down their bodies to where his cock hung over her bare pussy. "If you do well, if you go far, if you stop all this silliness and wake up to the world, this is what you have waiting for you." She looked at him, eyes full of trust and hope. He trailed his mouth down her body, kissing and licking at her flesh. When he came to her pussy he licked all along the slit, tasting all of her. Her back arched at the sensation. He put his arms beneath her bent knees and held her hips, like someone would if they ate watermelon straight from the rind. He cupped her to him, so he could explore all of her. His tongue travelled around her labia, feeling the new stubble where she'd recently shaved herself. He licked her vagina deeply, pushing his tongue into that dark warmth. Finally, his mouth closed over her clitoris. He drew it deep into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, suckling it as he had her nipples. Beneath his hands he could feel her thrashing to get closer, but he held her firm. She became wild as she tried to get more, to get closer, but he wasn't letting her. "Please!" She gasped out. He raised his head from his feast. "Please, sir! I can't take anymore!" Her breath was coming in pants, her eyes unfocused. He quickly rose to her side, letting her kiss the juices from his face. Daniel caught her wrists and held them close. He slid his cock against her once; she let out a sobbing moan of pleasure. Elsa rocked her hips and his cock found her entrance. He pressed forward, praying that she hadn't been lying about not being a virgin, but he slid into her slowly with no barriers. When he was seated inside her, her breathing picked up again. He raised her arms above her head so she was taught like a bowstring beneath him. He dragged himself out of her and swiftly plunged in again. Elsa crashed, tugging against his grip, opening her legs and nudging with her hips so she could feel him move inside her. Her head thrashed and she was unconscious of the sounds or words she said. Daniel looked down at her, her hair fanned out, her breasts rubbing against his chest and he felt her pussy flutter around him, but he held back still. "Oh god! Mr Jennings, oh my lord!" She muttered as she came. "Daniel, please, oh please sir." She screamed again as another wave overtook her, arching again into him. He felt his hips move by themselves and knew he was swiftly losing control over himself. Daniel let go of her wrists and wrapped his arms around her as best he could. "Fuck." He said softly into her ear as he felt himself pump into her, his hips moving alone. Her wetness was fantastic around his length, her pussy gripped him as he pistoned harder and harder into her. Just before he came he bit her neck, which made her body still while he too fell over the edge into bliss. He was deep, and he knew he'd never come harder ever before. They lay together, joined still, breathing heavily. The rain had stopped a while before, but only now did either of them notice. The clock on the bedside table glowed the time, the early hours of the morning. Daniel held Elsa close, kissing her gently as she came back to herself. He knew, even though she was too young for him, he knew he wanted her to stay with him forever. Even as he was berating himself for falling into her trap, he felt his heart open to her.