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Fuck, This Girl...

By: MrsStealyoMan24



"Oh Fuck!!!" Ellie screamed as I banged into her from behind. The caramel skin of her ass slapped against my thighs as I thrust harder and harder into her. Yes, I was fucking this girl as hard as I possibly could... in the middle of my classroom.

When we were done, Ellie dressed quickly in her school uniform then turned those hazel green eyes on me. "Well that was fun," she told me with a smirk.

"Yeah, it was a blast." I winked at her and she giggled. She took a step closer to me tugging on the folds of my blazer and pulling me down to kiss her soft pink lips. I fell into it same as always absolutely hypnotized by her. The smell of apples and sex wafted through my nose only arousing me all over again. Fuck, this girl. Ellie Winston was a student at Winston Prep, and the daughter of the Dean. And me— I happened to be her history teacher. Before you start thinking how wrong this is and how I'm going to hell, you need to know the back story. This whole thing started about a month ago on the first day of school. I was calling role as usual when it happened.

"Elisa? Elisa Winston?" I called to my class of seniors impatiently awaiting a response. I had called her name at least five times before finally someone spoke up.

"There she goes, Mr. Hillman." The voice brought my attention to the sexy caramel skinned beauty walking through my classroom door. When my eyes took in her long legs, luscious brown hair, and bountiful breasts it took everything in me not to drop my mouth and drool like a fucking idiot. She walked with the grace of a gazelle her eyes fierce like a lion. A lion just begging to be tamed...

"Sorry I'm late," she said lazily stopping in front my desk and bending in front of me giving me a clear view down her shirt. I tried like hell not to stare at the milk chocolate globes nestled into that tight private school uniform. "I had some personal stuff going on."

Her cocky tone made my dick stand at attention in my khaki pants. "Well, Ms. Winston I hope you don't think that means you can just waltz in my class whenever you want." I snapped at her. I don't even know what triggered my rude response, but I could tell my tone had caught her off guard.

"I had a good reason," she glared at me.

"Well because it's the first day I'll let it slide, but don't think because you're family founded this school that you deserve special treatment."

"I never said—"

"Please take your seat Ms. Winston." I cut her off. She huffed angrily her eyes throwing daggers my way. I felt my dick twitch again in my pants seeing how much sexier she looked when she was pissed. She took her seat next to the girl that had announced her arrival and continued to glare at me, a look of pure malice throughout the rest of class. I chose to skip the notes on the board for today due to the raging boner in my pants and instead dictated them to the class. I knew I was moving too fast, but it was all part of the test to see which students would actually attempt to keep up and which ones would zone out and watch the clock. Ellie Winston was a clock watcher.

When the bell rang the entire class nearly sprinted out the door. Well, everyone except Ellie Winston. She stormed up to my desk and slapped her hands down on it once again giving me front row seats to the sexiest show on Earth—The Ellie Winston Boob Fest. "What's your problem?" She asked, her nostrils flaring slightly as the anger rolled off her body. I looked into those hazel eyes noticing flecks of green in them making my dick throb painfully. I couldn't help but think of what those eyes would look like after fucking her senseless. What those beautifully plump pink lips would feel like wrapped around my— "Hello!"

"Huh? Oh, Ms. Winston. I'm sorry, what was the question?" I asked trying to focus.

"What's your problem, embarrassing me like that in front of the class? I know I was late but I didn't deserve that shit." Foul mouth... this girl just kept getting more and more badass by the second. 

"Foul language toward a teacher. You just want to get sent to your father's office, don't you?"

"Oh for God's sake! Are you serious? I'm sure it's not the first time you've heard a curse word!" Yeah, scream at me baby... A small smile curled my lips.

"Perhaps you're right. But that doesn't make it okay for you to speak to me that way."

"Well you started this by being a complete—"

"Look, Ms. Winston if you don't have anything about the lesson today to discuss with me then I'll have to ask you to leave. I have another class and I'm sure you don't want to make tardiness a habit in all your other classes too." She let out a long angry sigh and I could almost see the steam explode from her ears before she stormed out of my classroom. I couldn't help but stare at her ass as she did. Just as perfect as the rest of her. 

The next few weeks went on pretty much the same way. Me being a complete ass to Ellie every chance I got, and her hating me for it. I didn't write notes on the board during first period. Hell I didn't get up from my desk during Ellie's class period afraid I'd end up smacking someone in the face with the boner that just looking at Ellie seemed to make in my pants. By the fourth week of school, Ellie had finally had enough and she came to see me after school. It was Friday and so every teacher had fled the building by what was now four o'clock in the afternoon. I had stayed behind prepping my classroom for Monday morning when she walked in.

"Mr. Hillman?" She whispered as she walked towards me while I erased the board. I glanced over my shoulder and something inside me jumped when I saw her.

"Ms. Winston. To what do I owe the honor?"

"I-I just... I wanted to ask..." she struggled for the words.

"Sometime while I'm young, Ms. Winston, I don't have all day." I told her, bored.

"I was wondering why you hate me so much!" Without looking at her I could hear the hurt in her voice. Hate her? I spun around quickly and I dropped the eraser when I saw those beautiful hazel-green eyes filled with tears.

"Ms. Winston—"

"And you never call me Ellie! You call everyone by their first name, except me! What did I do? I was only late one time! I pay attention in class, I try to answer all of your questions!" Now that I thought about it, I did realize that she had been the first person to volunteer to answer my questions in class every day since the first day. I immediately felt horrible. 

"Ellie, I- I didn't mean to make you feel like I hated you." Hadn't I? I had completely taken out my inappropriate feelings on this innocent girl. I had taken every chance I could find to make her upset just to satisfy my own sick fantasy.

"Then why are you so mean to me?!"

"I-I, Ellie, I'm sorry." One of the tears spilled over and rolled down her cheek. I stepped forward wiping it away with my thumb. "I'm sorry." I whispered again. She looked up at me and her breathing skipped a little. Looking down I realized that her breasts were pressed against my chest. I could feel her nipples hardening through the cotton uniform shirt she was wearing. The next part may have been wrong beyond the realm of imagination, but I didn't care. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to those plump lips. I let my hands cup her face letting my tongue push into her mouth.

Her taste exploded on my tongue as we kissed sending an electric current through my body and ending straight at my dick. She moaned in my mouth and I just about lost it at the sound. All of the sexual frustration this girl had been causing me for the past month came flowing out as I pushed her down onto my desk and stepped between her legs. She let her hands tangle into my wavy blonde hair pulling me closer as my hands slid from her knees under the material of her skirt up her thighs. I could feel my dick growing impossibly harder as she squeezed her thighs around my waist. Damn this girl was gonna make me come just from making out. "Fuck, Ellie." I murmured against her mouth.

She moved from my mouth kissing along my jawline and down my neck. Her lips felt so much better than I had imagined against my skin. I let my hand push further up that short plaid skirt to her center. I moaned when I felt the thong, barely a barrier for the growing wetness pouring from her. I rubbed my index finger up and down her slit and she moaned against my neck when my finger made contact with her pussy. "God I've been thinking about this every second for the past month. Do you realize how hard you make it to teach when you wear these little skirts and those fucking boots?" I pushed a finger into her and she whimpered against my neck.

"Is, is, that— mmm, fuck," she gasped as I started pumping my finger inside of her. She started to move her hips in time with my finger and I watched as those beautiful breasts heaved up and down in her shirt. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to see those wonderful globes dancing in front of me. I kissed her hungrily as my other hand started undoing the buttons of her shirt. I moaned as her breasts spilled out from the bra as I yanked it down revealing those Hershey kiss nipples. "Dammit, Ellie you are so fucking perfect." I told her before pulling one of those kisses into my mouth and sucking on it as if I were a newborn baby. Ellie moaned louder this time tugging roughly on my hair. The act only turned me on further making me slip another finger inside of her and move my fingers faster while rubbing her clit with my thumb. I could feel her pussy walls tightening around my fingers as she drew closer to orgasm. 

"Mmm, fuck, Mr. Hillman, shit!" Ellie yelped as she climaxed all over my hand. I kept pumping my fingers—slower now— as she rode the waves of her orgasm kissing her perfect breasts. She pulled my face up to kiss me hard and passionately. I pulled my fingers from her throbbing pussy and broke our kiss so that I could suck her juices from my fingers.

"Mmm, tastes like candy," I said with a smirk. The look she gave me didn't help the boner in my pants. Her soft lips curled into a sexy smile while her eyes looked at me like I was her prey and she was hunting in the jungle. 

"You like me," she said huskily her body still shaking from her orgasm.

"This is so wrong, but damn if you aren't one of the sexiest girls I've ever seen."

"One of?"

"Ellie, no one can know we did this. I could go to jail for this." It was then I realized how much power I was giving this girl over me.

"Please. You think I want my dad knowing I let my history teacher finger me on his desk? He'd fucking kill me." A devilish grin crept up on her face. "But why go down for just a finger fuck..." she let her hand caress the bulge in my pants. "When you're so ready for me..."

"Shit Ellie, that's too much." I hadn't even intended on fingering her. I damn sure couldn't fuck her. I started to back away from my desk, much to the dismay of my dick.

"It wasn't too much when you kissed me." She stepped down from the desk, her tits still hanging in front of me. "When you put your hands up my skirt." She started rubbing my burning erection bringing me close to the top. "When you made me cum all over your hand," fuck, this girl was just rubbing me outside of my pants and I was so close to busting right there. "You got to taste me, let me taste you."

"Ellie, I, unghh" I moaned when she unzipped my pants and quickly pulling out my dick.

"I've never been with a white guy before. And I've never been with a guy this big before." She licked the tip of my cock sending fire through my entire body. She then took my shaft into her mouth bringing her lips all the way down to the base. I was floored watching this girl take all of my 8 inches in her mouth not gagging once. She looked up at me, her hazel green eyes hungry before pulling back on my dick and then taking me back into her. She moved back and forth on me like that making me feel better than any girl had ever done before. Without even thinking I put my hands on the back of her head and thrust into her mouth picking up the pace. She moaned as I fucked her mouth bringing me closer to my own climax. She brought her hand up to stroke my balls through my pants, and that did it. I thrust deep into her mouth one last time before exploding in her throat. "Ahhhh, fuuuuuuucccckkk!" I grunted as she swallowed everything I gave her.

I pulled my softening dick from her mouth and zipped it back into place. She fixed her shirt and I could see her nipples were still erect in her bra. I tried not to think about them to prevent getting hard all over again. "White chocolate," she whispered running her hands up into my hair and pulling me close so that my ear was next to her luscious lips. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, teach." She took my earlobe between her teeth and sucked on it for a second before letting it go and walking out the door. Fuck, this girl...

Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 02



Okay so I wasn't planning on continuing this story, but since I saw people seemed to like it I suppose I'll keep it going. I really like these characters so it's been flowing pretty naturally so far. Please feel free to leave feedback, I am always open to constructive criticism and suggestions. Who knows, maybe you'll see a suggestion in a chapter if I like it ;). Thanks! -Mrs. StealyoMan :-* 

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The next week of school was agony. I really hadn't known what I was getting into with Ellie Winston. I had never thought Ellie looked innocent, but over the next few days, I was positive she was the furthest thing from. Ellie loved to tease me throughout classes being discreet but driving my dick crazy. One day during first period I called on Ellie to answer a question on the board about Martin Luther King Jr. Biggest mistake ever.

While I was behind her checking her answer trying ever so hard not to smack her pert little ass, she spun really quickly on me and let her hand brush up against my crotch. She made it look like she had accidently done it covering her mouth and telling me, "Oh my Gosh, Mr. Hillman I didn't realize you were behind me!" I had actually believed it was a mistake... Until she turned and winked at me as she walked back to her seat. She was so smooth about it that none of the students in the class seemed to even notice.

At lunch Ellie would come to my classroom for "extra help." I just laughed seeing as Ellie was most likely my best and most attentive student. "Ellie, what could you possibly need help with?" I asked her on that Wednesday morning.

"Well there's this part in the civil war that I don't get. Did the North or the South win?" She asked with a smile.

"Ellie, you know the answer to that."

"If I knew, I wouldn't be in here... with you... all alone..."

"Ellie..." I warned. She stepped closer to me, that devilish little grin curling those sexy pink lips. 

"You know Teach," she turned to one of the desks in the front row where her books sat. "My favorite era in U.S. history was the 20s. You know why?" I gulped. Lord only knows where she was going with this. "Flappers, speakeasies, women were so confident back then."

"Ellie, this has nothing to do with—" She openly grabbed my crotch now.

"I don't like being interrupted, Teach." She rubbed me through my pants and I groaned. "Anyway, those girls wore the shortest skirts and the craziest clothes, and men noticed them."

"Ellie, we're in class," I mumbled trying to listen to my brain when it told me to step away from her, but my legs would not comply. Fuck, this girl...

"Those women constantly teetered the line between sexy," she looked into my eyes with an intensity that made my dick rock hard for her, "and slutty."

"Ellie," I groaned again putting my hands on my desk behind me.

"But I think I like the slutty side better. On this side I can walk around without panties so everyone will know how my pussy is dripping wet for my sexy history teacher."

"Fuck, Ellie." I gasped just imagining her pussy juice running down her thighs as she sat in my class. It took everything in me not to bend her over my desk, lift that short plaid skirt, and fuck her until she begged me to stop. 

"Well I should get to my next class. See you later, Mr. Hillman." With that she just grabbed her books and walked out leaving me with a boner the size of Texas.

"Fuck, this girl..." I muttered rearranging myself and taking my seat at my desk just before my next class poured in.

After school that day, Ellie came to see me again. I was grading papers when she walked in wearing some fresh pink lip gloss. "Hey, Teach," she greeted.

"Ms. Winston, what can I help you with?" I asked innocently.

"Hmm, the growing wetness between my legs?" she offered with a smirk.

"Ellie, this is my job. You need to stop."

"Hey, you started all of this. Don't act like you don't want it."

"Ellie—" 

"Meet me at that little café on the corner of sixth and Lennox. Tonight at 7?" She blurted out.

"You know I can't do that." She wasn't fazed by my answer.

"I'll see you tonight, Teach." I tried to tell her no, but who was I kidding? I was going.

That night I dressed down for my meeting with Ellie. I picked a navy blue button down that ladies seemed to love on me, blue jeans, and Timberland Work boots. Choosing to pull my wavy blonde mane up tonight, I walked out of my apartment and headed to the meeting place.

I walked into the café and saw Ellie sitting in the back corner. If I couldn't resist her in her private school outfit, then I was doomed tonight. She wore a sexy brown dress with a neckline that dipped all the way down below her breasts showing a great amount of cleavage. The dress was loose and there was a slit that trailed down her sexy stomach ending just above the belt at her waist. The dress barely reached mid-thigh, but what really killed me was the boots. Fuck, those boots. I had an image of me fucking her with nothing on but those fucking boots. Those brown leather boots reached all the way up to her knees.

"Hey there," I greeted her when I slid into the seat across from her.

"Hey yourself," she said with a smirk as her eyes hungrily scanned my entire body.

"So what's up?" My dick, my brain answered my own question.

"What's your first name?" Her question caught me a little off guard.

"Uhh, Marcus." 

"Marcus?" She giggled. "That's not a white boy name."

"My dad's half black."

"Really? A quarter black with blonde hair?"

"You know you're only helping the stereotypes by feeding into them."

"It's just not something you see every day. How old are you?"

"What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?"

"You're such a fucking history teacher," she giggled.

I smiled, "I'm 24." 

"Oh, you're old..."

"I am not old! I'm just older than you."

"Mhm. Go for a walk with me."

"But we just got here."

"Don't be stubborn. Come on, I want to get some air." She stood up and pulled me outside leading me to the park across the street. We walked for what felt like hours talking about everything. Ellie was more mature than most of the high school students I dealt with on the regular. I could actually hold an intelligent conversation with her. This girl was just... amazing.

After about an hour of walking around, Ellie led me over to a more wooded part of the park. "This is my favorite spot in the whole park." She pulled me over to a big oak tree with gold and orange leaves signaling the change of seasons. "I come here to just read and gather my thoughts." She leaned back against the tree. "I've been here a lot over the past couple days, thinking about what happened between us on Friday."

"Ellie... about that. I shouldn't have come onto you like that and—"

"Please," she waved off my words, "I didn't stop you." She reached her hand down to grip my dick through my jeans. "I think it was pretty obvious that I didn't mind. In fact..." I jumped back. 

"No. This can't happen again. Last time was a mistake, Ellie. I could get fired if your father ever found out, and then thrown in jail."

"He won't find out. Besides, you know you want it..."

"Ellie I'm serious." I said flatly.

She groaned. "Then what should I do about my soaking wet pussy? I mean I need someone to fill it..."

"Ellie," I groaned. She reached her hand down between her legs stroking her little pussy right in front of me. I just stared, amazed.

"Oh Marcus, I touch myself every night thinking about you finger fucking me on your desk," she whimpered.

"Fuck..." I fought my manly nature and my burning need to touch her.

"Mmm, Mr. Hillman I want your dick. I want you to fuck me. Will you fuck me, please?" She moaned lifting her skirt so I could get a nice view of her caramel lips as she caressed her wet slit. She licked her lips— her mouth— and stared deep into my ice blue eyes, her hazel-green ones sending shivers through my spine and ending in my throbbing cock. She started circling her clit with her index finger spreading her pussy lips with the other hand showing me her glistening pink center.

"Ellie, this is a bad idea..." I murmured, my eyes never leaving that little haven nestled between her thighs. She slipped two fingers inside her hot sex letting the sexiest noise I'd ever heard echo from her throat.

"Yeah well, I'm a high school student. Mmm, I can't be trusted to make good decisions..." She bit her lip, "please give it to me. God, I want it so bad!" She shouted as she worked her fingers more aggressively inside her pussy, rubbing her clit with her thumb.

"Fuck!" I shouted before I rushed back to her pressing her to the tree and kissing her as I pulled her hand from her pussy and pushed my own fingers inside. We both moaned together as I pumped my fingers inside her.

"Yes! Mmm, Marcus fuck it feels so good." Ellie told me as she started moving her hips around in circles on my fingers.

"Mmm, yeah baby. Work those hips." I whispered in her ear as I pushed a third finger inside her. She moaned loudly grabbing my hair and tugging gently on my ponytail. I could feel her tightening around my fingers and I knew she was going to cum soon, so I pulled my fingers from her and she groaned at the loss. I quickly slid down to my knees and spread her legs a little further so that I could burry my head between them. My tongue darted out and touched to her clit and she gasped. 

"Oh shit." I smiled at her words as I flicked her clit left, right, up, down with the tip of my tongue. I then ran my tongue down her slit before pushing it in her as deep as it would go. "Fuck, so good..." she whimpered. I moved my tongue in circles inside her relishing in the taste of her. 

"Mmm," I moaned against her clit and that sent her over the top. She dug her hands into my hair pulling some strands loose from the rubber band and pushed my face deeper between her thighs as she came. Her legs shook as she bit down on her lip to hold in her screams. "So fucking sexy," I muttered as I pulled my face up to look into those eyes. I wasn't nearly done with her though. I had learned a few techniques over the years, and seeing as Ellie was only eighteen I was sure she would be new to what I was going to try on her. I knew a woman's clit was super sensitive after orgasm and so I touched the tip of my tongue to it quickly. 

She gasped loudly and slapped her hand to my forehead. "No Marcus, oh God I can't take anymore." She was panting loudly which made an evil grin form on my lips. I spread her pussy lips with my finger so that I could see her beautiful love bud. "Marcus, stop, baby I can't, I can't!" She squirmed in my grasp and I shook my head.

"I want to try something," was the only explanation I gave before pursing my lips and blowing gently on her clit.

"Oh my God!" She screamed and I flicked her clit again with the tip of my tongue. "Ohhh fuck!" I blew a steady stream of air on her clit and she started squirming again. "Marcus, Oh God, I'm gonna... cummmmm!" She shouted just before she squirted her pussy juice onto my lips.

"Oooh, baby you squirt?" I asked smiling and licking my lips of her sweet juices. "You want to taste it, baby?" I teased her. She smirked and pulled me in devouring my lips and tongue. 

I pulled my hard shaft from my pants and lifted her legs to wrap them around my waist. "Oh yeah, Marcus give it to me," she pleaded. I smiled and rubbed the tip of my engorged rod along her dripping slit. "Stop teasing me!" She whined tightening her legs around me trying to pull my 8 inches into her tight love canal. 

I pulled back. "Hey, I'm in charge here." I kissed down her neck, "I wanna hear you beg for it."

"Marcus!"

"Ask me nicely," I smirked at her loving how pissed she was getting. She was looking sexier by the second— how that was possible I just didn't know.

"Marcus, please..." She moved her hips up and down coating my shaft with her juices.

"Mmm, not good enough."

"Marcus, please, put it in..." Ellie whined as my cock teased her little pussy.

"Put what in where?" I could see she had reached her wit's end with her temper and that turned me on all the more. She slapped her hands on my cheeks and her eyes were fierce as she glared into mine.

"Stop fucking teasing me you son of a bitch and fuck my pussy!" She shouted and I hoped the old couple walking on the path hadn't heard her, because I wasn't stopping now. I pushed hard into her and we both moaned as she wrapped around me like a glove.

"Fuck you're tight," I gasped out. I pulled back and thrust into her again, then again, then again. Her juices gushed all around my dick, her pussy sucking me back in like a vacuum. No girl had ever felt this good, ever. Sweat dripped down my face as I picked up my speed ramming into her against that tree.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! So good, so fucking good!"

"Damn Ellie you feel so good, baby." I grunted as I grew closer to my climax pounding her harder. I grabbed her from under her thighs untangling her legs from my waist and spreading her further so I could push all the way into her juicy pussy.

"Oh Marcus! You're so big baby!" Those were the last actual words from her mouth as I drove into her like a madman. The only sounds from her were loud moans and screams of pleasure.

"Take that dick baby, take that white cock in that black pussy," I grunted pumping her as fast and deep as humanly possible.

"Oh my God, I-I-I'm gonna c-c-c-c, unnnngggghhhuuhhh!!" She grunted as I drove one last hard thrust as deep into her as I could. She dug her French manicured finger nails into my neck and exploded at the same as me squirting on my pubic hair as I released loads of cum inside her.

I couldn't move for a bit after that, even when my seed started seeping out from under my shaft. I kissed her hard sucking on her bottom lip as my body calmed down. I started to pull out of her when I heard her gasp and she squeezed her arms tightly around my neck. 

"Please don't move. I just, I need a couple minutes," she whispered kissing my neck.

"Okay, baby." I said content with just being pressed up against her. This girl was the epitome of all of my fantasies. Beautiful, smart, sexy, and the dirtiest little mouth. She was perfection. But she wasn't mine. The realization hit me hard. She was my boss' daughter. Fuck! This girl...



Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 03



The next few days in school were awkward. Ellie came every day for lunchtime "study sessions," but I just couldn't be around her. Every time she came in I asked her to leave telling her I wasn't offering extra help that day. Finally on Friday she cornered me afterschool yet again. Just as I was packing my things to leave, I heard my classroom door close and lock. When I turned to see who it was I can't say I was surprised to find Ellie there.

"Elisa, what are you doing here?"

"Ewe, don't call me that," she scrunched up her face in disapproval. "My dad calls Elisa." 

"Why are you here?"

"I still need that extra help."

I gave her a wry look, "you have gotten all A's on your tests. I don't think you really need help."

"I need help in other departments..." She stepped close to me reaching for my belt, but I stepped back.

"Ellie, no."

"No? I'm sorry, I don't understand that word." She stepped toward me again putting her hands on my chest. "Mmm, so firm."

"Ellie stop it."

"You don't really want me to stop..."

"Yes I do," I grabbed her hands and yanked them down to her sides. "Please leave my classroom, Ms. Winston."

I saw the hurt flash in her eyes. She stepped back from me with a confused look on her face. "What's wrong with you, Marcus?"

"Mr. Hillman," I corrected. 

"So that's it? You've fucked me now so you just throw me away like nothing happened?"

"Keep your voice down!"

"Don't tell me what to do you fucking jerk!" She shouted at me and I flinched afraid someone would hear her.

"Ellie—"

"You're a fucking pig! Just like every other jackass boy I've ever met! I hope you rot in hell!" She screamed and all I could think about was shutting her up. I knew there were still teachers in the building and if they came in the room right then I was sure Ellie would out me. I was at a loss, and so I did the only logical thing a man in my position could do. I kissed her.

I could tell she didn't know how to react, but it didn't take long to bring her around. I had meant for the kiss to be a peck just to keep her quite, but what went as I planned with this girl? She sucked on my bottom lip before she let her tongue slide across the roof of my mouth making me moan loudly into her mouth. She pressed her body against mine backing me against the white board. I let my hands slip down to squeeze her perfect ass feeling my erection growing bigger and bigger pressing into her thigh. She smirked against my lips and ground her pussy against my hard dick under that tight little miniskirt. Fuck, this girl knew exactly how to get to me, how to drive me wild. 

I pulled out of the kiss just before her hand reached into my pants massaging my dick through my boxers. "Ellie, wait."

"Stop fighting me, Marcus. I know you want me, your dick doesn't lie." She was smirking at me and I was having a hard time fighting the beast inside me that wanted to press her against the wall and make her scream my name.

"Not here, we can't do this in school."

"Then let's go somewhere more private..." She didn't have to tell me twice.

"We can't walk out of here together. Go to the bus stop around the corner on 45th and I'll pick you up there." She nodded and I let her leave the room before me. I waited five minutes and then quickly grabbed my laptop bag and damn near ran out of the classroom praying to God no one saw me and my raging boner. No such luck. When I turned the corner from my classroom I ran into none other than the school dean— and Ellie's father.

"Ah, Mr. Hillman, just the man I was looking for." Oh fuck. I held my laptop bag in front of my boner as my boss approached me. Dean Winston was a large man with the same caramel complexion as Ellie. He had a full gray beard and thinning gray hair to match. His glasses sat on the tip of his nose and he wore one of his signature designer gray suits. He was very clean cut and proper like you expect of a college professor or a Supreme Court judge. 

"You were looking for me?" I said my voice cracking on 'looking'. I cleared my throat to put some base back in my voice. 

"Yes, sir, I was. I was hoping that you might be willing to tutor a student one-on-one."

"Of course, sir. Who's the student?"

"My daughter, Elisa." If I had been drinking something I would have choked.

"Elisa? I have Elisa in my class, sir. She's one of my best students. I'm not sure why she would need a tutor." I tried to remain calm and not blurt out something stupid that would give me away.

"Yes she does very well in history, but I was told you used to be an English teacher at your old school." I nodded not quite liking where this was going. "Well, Elisa happens to be failing her English Class and her mother and I have tried everything we can think of to help pull her grades up. Punishments, tutoring, extra homework, nothing seems to work. But one thing I have noticed is how well she does in your class because she hangs onto every word you say." He leaned down and playfully elbowed me in my stomach. "And between you and me, I think she might have a little crush on you."

"You don't say!" My voice could have been mistaken for Justin Beiber it was so high. I was sure I was turning beat red but I tried hard to play it cool.

"Yes well I've always said my daughter has excellent taste in boys." Oh dear Lord. "So do you think you might be able to come to the house every other night? We'll pay whatever rate you like." Me? In Ellie's house? With her? That had horrible idea written all over it.

"I don't usually do sessions at student's homes, sir..."

"I know this is an unusual situation, but Elisa refuses to go to any tutors and we just want to see her passing. She's a graduating senior and failing a class will not look good to colleges. We're willing to make the money worth your while." He looked like he was sorry to be asking me this, but he was at his wit's end. I knew Ellie's attitude could be a bit crazy and this probably was their only option.

"Alright, I'll do it." My mind started roaming to being in her room, fucking her on her bed... I'm going to hell. I mentally slapped myself.

"Wonderful! So we'll see you tomorrow night. Ellie will give you our address in class tomorrow morning." He extended his hand to me and I took it. "I can't thank you enough." Maybe you can't, but she can... Get a hold of yourself!

"I'll see you tomorrow night, sir."

Walking out of the building I couldn't help but feel guilty. Here this man was asking me to tutor his daughter because they both have such respect for me as a teacher, and I was on my way to go fuck her. How screwed up can a guy be? I slid into my 2005 white Honda Accord and pulled off toward the bus stop where I was meeting Ellie. She jumped when I pulled up and rolled down my tinted widow and smiled at her. She ran to the car and hopped in and I pulled off.

"So where are we going? Your place? A hotel? Where?" I shook my head still smiling. I found her excitement amusing.

"None of the above."

"So where—"

"Let me take you out."

"Like on a date?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I've been wanting to see the new movie, Fright Night."

"You're not worried somebody from school will see us?"

"I was thinking the drive in theater. They start showing at 5 so maybe we could grab a quick bite and then go."

"Okay, sounds fun." She reached across the console to my lap massaging me through my pants. "But I can't guarantee we'll be watching the movie."

"Damn, Ellie," I groaned as she rubbed and squeezed my dick teasing it. Just as we pulled up to a red light I put on my left blinker and came to a stop. Ellie seemed to see this as an opportunity to unzip my pants and pull out my fully erect 8 inches. I was content with her rubbing me to my finish, but apparently that's not what she had in mind.

"I've been waiting all day to taste you again." She told me before lowering her head in my lap and licking my entire shaft and all around the head of my monster boner. Fuck. It took me a couple of minutes to realize that the light was green and the car behind me was honking at me. I pulled off a little faster than normal due to the sexy girl with my dick in her throat. She took my entire shaft down holding it there and making a swallowing motion with her throat. I could feel her squeezing the head of my cock and I felt as if I would explode before she even started. She came up keeping her lips vacuum sealed to my dick and it made a popping noise when it slid out of her mouth. She licked the slit with the tip of her tongue before taking me back into her throat and moving her head quickly up and down my rod.

Her head bobbed up and down on me and I couldn't stop my hand from sliding off the steering wheel to the back of her head. I gently pushed her head up and down on my cock making her take me deeper. I could hear her struggling to take me and trying not to gag, only turning me on more. I moved her head faster and faster and when we pulled up to our destination I exploded in her mouth with a loud moan. She sucked all of the cum from me swallowing every drop.

"Fuck, Ellie!" I groaned as she licked the head of my dick completely clean.

"Mmm, you taste so fucking good baby. I just couldn't wait anymore."

"Come here," I whispered grabbing her behind her head and pulling her into a long, deep kiss. I explored every inch of her mouth trying to devour her in that kiss.

When we pulled up to the restaurant, Ellie almost pissed her pants. "Joe's Crab Shack? I hear this place is soooo good!" I just smiled and nodded opening the car door for her. We walked into the restaurant and were seated in a dimly lit corner in the back. As we walked in I had been discreetly scoping out the place to make sure none of the staff from the school or students were here. I was pretty sure there wouldn't be any since this Joe's was a town over and there was already one in our city. It wouldn't make sense for anyone from town to come here. When we sat, Ellie picked up her menu and gasped. "Um, Marcus, this is a bit out of my price range. I'm sorry, baby but do you think we could go to, like, a MacDonald's?"

"Nope, don't worry about it."

"You're not paying for me." 

"I am," I said casually. 

"No! Marcus I don't want it to go like that. I'm not one of those girls."

"It's our first date, Ellie. Just let me handle it." She was cute when she argued with me.

"Marcus—"

"Will you hush? I'm paying and that's final." I heard Ellie moan softly at my words just before the waiter showed up and smiled introducing himself as Alex. I ordered some crab legs and crab cakes and Ellie got a shrimp basket, then the waiter turned to Ellie and smiled. 

"If there's anything that I can get for you, you give me a call," He winked at her and walked off without even acknowledging me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and my fists clenched at my napkin. I had the urge to go stab the waiter in the eye with my fork.

"Marcus? Marcus!" I felt Ellie's hand wrap around my clenched fist and I looked up at her. "Baby, are you okay?"

"He really just hit on you like I'm not sitting right here."

"Baby, relax. I get hit on all the time, it's no big deal."

"It is when you're with me," I growled. She sat back in her chair and folded her arms over her chest and smirked at me. "What?"

"You're jealous." No shit, Sherlock.

"I have nothing to be jealous of."

"Then why are you acting like a jealous boyfriend?" She smirked even bigger after saying boyfriend.

"I am not."

"Are too," she giggled. "It's okay baby. I don't mind, we're not in school. You can be my boyfriend out here."

"Oh I'm your boyfriend now?" I smiled. Perhaps I should have been uncomfortable with that statement, but I wasn't. In fact it made me feel kind of good to hear her say that. 

She leaned onto the table giving me a full view of her perfect breasts. "Only if that's what you want, honey."

"You know exactly what you're doing when you do that don't you? You know I can see your tits."

"Please. Women always know when you're looking at our tits. You guys aren't very sneaky about it." Just then the waiter showed up with our food so Ellie straightened up, but not before he openly stared at her tits. She threw me a look saying he just proved her point.

"Hey Alex," I called after he placed our food down. He turned and looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time. "Next time you hit on my girl or look at her tits, I'm going to take this fork and shove it so far down your throat your grandchildren will be shitting silverware. Got it?" His eyes grew wide and he nodded his head vigorously before nearly running back to the kitchen.

Ellie was laughing so hard she almost choked on her spit. "Oh my God his face! He looked like he pissed his pants!" I just stared at her as she cracked up across the table. She was so beautiful when she laughed. Just then she stopped laughing and looked into my eyes tipping her head to the side. "How do you go from threatening a waiter with serious bodily harm to being the sweetest guy ever? Guys always tell me I'm sexy or I'm cute or I'm 'bad', but they never say I'm beautiful."

"I said that out loud?" 

Taylor and Megan walked into Joe's swooning over some cute guy they had seen in the parking lot. Taylor had damn near fainted making Megan laugh even harder.

"So tell me again why we're at this Joe's instead of the one in town?" Taylor asked Megan once she stopped giggling.

"Because this one isn't as crowded." The greeter immediately took them to a table. "See?" Megan told Taylor poking her in her side.

"Ow, you know I'm bony, that shit hurts, Megs!" Taylor whined. She had always been a whiner. She wasn't lying about the bony bit. Taylor was tall and thin with honey blonde hair that cascaded down her back and big brown eyes. She looked like a supermodel. Megan on the other hand had an hour glass figure. She had actually become known for her body having been given the nickname Megan after Megan Foxx. With her gray eyes, long black hair, and full lips, she was a dead ringer for the movie star. 

"Oh suck it up, Taye. You're so fragile it's almost unbearable." Megan said shaking her head. 

"What the hell does that have to do with a bear?" Taylor asked her face twisting into a seriously confused expression. Megan didn't even bother answering.

The two girls sat down at their table ordering their drinks and food quickly while their server, Alex blatantly eye fucked them. It was obvious he was having a threesome with them in the back of his mind, but he was nowhere near cute enough for either girl to give him the time of day. They simply ignored his horrible flirting attempts until he leaned down to whisper something in Megan's ear. She cut him off before he got the chance to speak. "If you don't leave us alone I promise you'll end up going home with more than just a boner protruding from your body." She threatened him playing with her knife on the table to drive home her point. And knowing Megan, she meant every word of that threat.

Alex didn't bother them anymore scurrying off to the kitchen with his tail between his legs. The girls sat there chatting and laughing waiting for their food. "Hey, let's play that game, Megs. You know the one where we try and make scenarios for people out." Taylor suggested.

"Ugh, no. You're so bad at that game. It's only fun when Ellie's here." Megan returned rolling her eyes.

"Oh come on, I'm not that bad!" 

"You are." Megan looked around in search of a good couple to start with. She spotted a black couple sitting in the middle of the restaurant, the girl sitting back in her seat staring at the guy curiously her arms crossed over her chest. "Kay, do them." She nodded her head at the couple.

"Okay. First date. He's a sailor, she's a receptionist. Met at the pier—"

"Taye, do you hear yourself? A sailor? Look at him! He's wearing glasses and sporting a comb over. I'll give you the first date thing. I'd say they met online, he looks nothing like his profile described. He thinks she's way out of his league and she agrees and is a little peeved that she actually showed up," Megan predicted.

"How do you do that?"

Megan shrugged, "it's a gift."

Taylor pointed at a couple in the back. An older white guy and a young black girl. "Okay do them."

Megan looked over and quickly did a double take before turning back to Taylor. "Oh. My. God." The girl was staring deep into the guy's eyes and they were holding hands across the table. "Taylor! Do you realize who that is?" Taylor tipped her head, confused. Typical Taylor, always slow on the uptake. "Taylor! That's Ellie! And she's on a date with our history teacher!"

"Taylor slapped her hands on the table. "No way! Ellie's dating Mr. Collins? He's like 60 years old! Gross!"

Megan slapped her hand on her forehead. "No Taye, Mr. Collins is our Math teacher. Mr. Hillman is our history teacher."

Realization flashed across Taylor's face. "No fucking way! Totally h-o-t-t, hot Mr. Hillman! Ellie bagged him? Oh that lucky whore!"

"Taylor. Have you forgotten Ellie is a student and Mr. Hillman is her teacher? That's totally illegal!"

"Oh my God! You think Ellie's gonna get the chair?" Taylor asked in all seriousness.

Megan froze scrunching up her face in the most confused look ever before mouthing 'what?' to herself. "Taylor you gotta start paying attention class, honey." Just then Ellie and her date rose holding hands and started walking towards Taylor and Megan. "Fuck! Taye, turn your head like you're telling me a secret." Taylor turned her head towards the walk way as Ellie walked towards them. "Taylor the other way!" Megan whisper yelled at her. She snapped her head the other way just in time for Ellie to walk past without noticing her two best friends. Megan's only thought was, she is in for it tomorrow.

Marcus' POV

The rest of dinner went well and we were off to the movies when Ellie got a call from her father.

"Daddy I'm," I could hear him screaming at her over the phone. "But I'm having fun!" He was screaming again and I saw her fighting back tears. "I know," she whimpered. "Why do you have to throw that in my face?" He shouted even louder and I really had to fight my need to rip the phone from her and curse him out. "Fine, I'm coming home now." She turned and looked at me sadly. "I have to go, I'm sorry Marcus."

"It's okay, I'll take you home."

"Are you nuts? My dad is home! You can take me to the bus stop."

"Fine, but I'm paying your bus fare." When I dropped her at the bus stop she leaned in to press a soft kiss to my lips. This only made me want more of her. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip and she moaned opening eagerly for me. I massaged her tongue with mine luxuriating in the taste of her. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth nibbling gently on it. I had to pull away. "You should go, before we start something we can't finish."

"Who can't finish? I'm game, Teach." She said with a cocky smirk that sent a surge through my dick.

I took her phone and quickly entered my number under 'Marcus.' "Text me that you got home safe?" I asked handing her phone back to her. She sighed nodding her head and hopped out of the car. I watched her ass as she walked over to the bus stop with the money I gave her in hand and hopped on the bus.



Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 04



I stepped in the house to find my father sitting in the large armchair with a pipe in his mouth. My father wasn't really a smoker. He only did it when he was stressing, and most of the time it was because of me.

"It's nearly nine o'clock. Where have you been?" My father's baritone voice asked calmly. I knew this was only the calm before the storm. There would be a fight tonight, of that I was sure.

"I went out with a friend."

"Out with a friend? You're failing a class, Elisa! You should be home, studying."

"But daddy it's Friday. Besides how do you study for English? I've tried everything and I just don't—"

"Don't give me that load of garbage, Elisa!" My shouted as he stood from his chair. "You haven't tried! If you'd tried you wouldn't be failing!"

"Daddy I've got As in every other class! I got to extra help with Mrs. Cruikshank every day! Can't I get a break on Friday?"

"No! What Ivy League school is going to accept a student that can't even pass a simple English Class? They're going to think you are an idiot!" He fumed.

"You mean like you do?" I whispered.

"Well you haven't exactly proven it wrong," he mumbled. 

"Reginald!" My mother's voice came from the kitchen telling my father that he'd gone too far, but it was too late. The damage had already been done.

I gasped and took off past him running up the winding wooden staircase and down the hall to my room. I slammed the door behind me locking it before I fell face first onto my queen sized bed. I heard my father's footsteps follow behind me and I knew he was standing outside my door. "Elisa, I didn't mean it that way," he whispered through the door. "Honey just open the door," he urged me, but I knew he was only acting this way because I had locked my door. As soon as I opened it he'd go right back to calling me an idiot. "Elisa Evelyn Winston you open this door right now!" There was the real daddy. "Elisa!" I ignored him knowing he would go away in a couple of minutes. A few seconds later I heard him stomping down the stairs telling my mother he was going to get my door taken off. How many times had he threatened that? Fact of the matter was I was a girl and my father would not be able to handle me with no door on my room. If he saw the underwear I wore he'd flip his lid, and he knew it.

I pulled my phone from my school bag and texted Marcus. 'Home safe. Thanks for tonight, it was great.'

A few seconds after I hit send, my phone buzzed with his reply. 'Glad you enjoyed it. I know I did.' 

I smiled shooting back, 'Oh so u like being with me, huh?'

He simply sent back the winky face, ';).' I spent the rest of the night texting him nothing sexual in our conversation at all, just talking. He was so funny when he loosened up, and so easy to talk to. I told him about how my dad went off on me when I walked in the door. It took him a while to respond to that and I wondered if he had gotten bored with me. I'd just about given up on a response when my phone started ringing. 'End of Time' by Beyoncé started echoing from my cell telling me I was getting a phone call. Odd, I thought. When I looked at the caller ID I saw it was from a restricted number. I debated whether or not to answer it, but my curiosity won out and I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Are you okay?" Marcus' sexy voice caressed my ear drum like silk.

"Marcus?" I asked not really sure why I was questioning it. I knew good and got damn well who had called me.

He chuckled, "yes, baby."

He called me baby! "Sorry I just wasn't expecting you to call me, but you're just full of surprises today aren't you?" I smirked to myself.

"Since our date was cut short I wanted to hear your voice again. And I wanted to see if you were alright. You and your dad had a fight?" He sounded so concerned that it melted my heart.

"Yeah, but it's fine. We get into it every other day."

"That's terrible."

"Yeah well that's us. I strive to be perfect and nothing is ever good enough for him. If we're not fighting about my grades then it's about my clothes. God the day he found one of my thongs in the wash he almost imploded."

"Well if my daughter dressed quite as provocative as you do I might chain her up in the basement." He laughed at his own joke. I didn't laugh with him.

"Don't tell me you think I dress like a whore too."

"No, but it's hard for a man to accept his baby girl is out doing... well what we do."

"Fuck you, Marcus," I snapped trying to conceal the humor in my voice, and failing.

"Mmm, yes please..." He growled.

"Perv," I giggled trying not to get turned on by how low his voice was.

"Only for you, baby." I heard him rustling the phone for a second before he spoke again. "So tell me then," he paused for a bit, "what are you wearing?" I took this opportunity to then strip out of my private school uniform and crawl under my covers.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Oh you tease..." I could tell he was smirking even over the phone. "Have you ever had phone sex before, Ellie?"

"Yeah, but it didn't do anything for me."

"That's because you've never done it with me..." His voice was so seductive that just talking to him was making me wet.

"And how would it be different with you?"

"I can articulate very well. And I'm not all talk." His voice grew even huskier. "I can actually back up what I say." Fuck, this man...

"Oh really?"

"Is your door still locked?"

"Mhmm," I purred.

"Good. When was the last time you played with that little pussy?" I felt my panties grow wetter just hearing him talk about my pussy.

"Last night..."

"Mmm, what were you thinking about?"

"You."

"Me? Or my cock?"

"Your cock..."

"What are you wearing, Ellie? Be descriptive."

"Pink and white bikini cut panties and a matching bra." I pulled the bra up and began playing with my nipples, pinching them between my fingers while my phone pressed between my ear and shoulder. I moaned into the phone and I heard Marcus' breath quicken a bit,

"Are you touching yourself, baby?"

"Yes..."

"Are you playing with those perky tities?"

"Yes..."

"You know I love your tities, Ellie. I love to lick your nipples and suck them into my mouth, and massage them in my hands. You like when I play with your tities, Ellie?"

"Mmm yes, baby I love it." I moaned into the phone picturing him in my room licking and sucking my nipples.

"I want to take my hard cock and squeeze it between those caramel tities. Would you let me fuck your tities?"

"Hell the fuck yes." I could feel my juices running down my ass crack I was so fucking wet.

"Stroke your tight pussy, Ellie. I want to hear you moan my name as you fuck yourself thinking about me and my hard white cock."

"Oh God..." I moaned softly as I slipped my fingers into my panties realizing I had soaked right through them.

"How wet are you baby?" Marcus purred into my ear.

"My panties are soaking wet..."

"Take them off. I want to hear you cum all in your bed sheets imaging me fucking you."

"Mmm yes, sir." I slipped my panties down my legs and threw them into my dirty clothes hamper.

"Now slide your middle finger in that pussy. Make that kitty purr for me, Ellie." I did as I was told fingering my pussy with my middle finger. "Deeper," he commanded making him so much sexier. I realized that it turned me on so much more when he took control. He was so sexy when he demanded me to do something. Now I knew why he made me so wet during class. "Slip another finger in your pussy, Ellie." I slid my index finger in as well spreading my pussy a little further. "Does it feel good, baby?"

"So good..." 

"Go faster, baby. Fuck that pussy like I fucked you on my desk." I moaned loudly thinking of last Friday when all of this had begun. His fingers had felt so good buried deep inside me hitting my g-spot with every stroke. "Add a third finger." I didn't hesitate to follow his commands even though I'd never used 3 fingers, but I was sure if I could take his massive cock, I could handle 3 fingers. I arched my back arching my hips off my bed as I drew closer to my climax.

"Oh Marcus, Marcus, oooooh make me cum baby." I whimpered into the phone trying to keep my voice low so my parents wouldn't hear me. Since it was well after 12am I knew they'd be in the bedroom rooms over sleeping. If I hadn't held back and let loose I would have woken them for sure.

"Yeah, baby, cum for me, squirt that pussy juice and let me taste it." That sent me into heaven as I came squirting all over my bed sheets and biting down hard on my lip to keep from screaming. I couldn't stop the high pitched whimpering from escaping my lips. I came so hard I felt like I was peeing. "Fuck, Ellie that sounds so sexy baby!" Marcus shouted into my ear before he groaned letting me know he was cumming too.

"Fuck, I've never cum that hard from my own fingers."

"Mmm, so does phone sex do something for you now?" Marcus asked chuckling softly.

"Fuck yeah."

On Monday I was beyond excited to see him. We had talked on Saturday and Sunday night and I had cum just as hard with him commanding my hands over the phone. When I walked into first period I saw that we had a substitute teacher. My heart sank immediately. She was an old woman with gray hair and glasses that made me regard her as Mrs. Clause. Fuck her, I thought to myself. She handed out the assignment and I hung my head in disappointment all throughout the rest of the day. It wasn't until I saw my friends Megan and Taylor on the way to lunch that I actually came out of my depressed, zombie-like trance. 

"Hey Ellie," Megan greeted me linking her arm through my right arm and Taylor through my left.

"Hey hoes," I replied with a slight smirk.

"Oh we're the hoes..." Taylor trailed off obviously insinuating something but I didn't know what.

"What's that supposed to mean, Taye?"

"Oh nothing..." She did it again.

I stopped walking, pulled my arms free and stared at them. "Spill," I commanded.

"How could you not tell us?" Megan asked in a whisper and ducking her head.

I mimicked her head motion, "tell you what?"

"You know... about you and Mr. Hottie getting hot and heavy." Taylor squeaked.

I scrunched my freshly waxed eyebrows and stared at her. "What?"

"You and Mr. Hillman!" Taylor exclaimed. Oh. My. God. I grabbed their hands and dragged them to the nearest broom closet shutting the door as I threw them inside.

"Okay, what have you heard?" I asked trying not to panic. Panic would only confirm that Marcus and I were fucking.

"We haven't exactly heard... more like saw." Megan said smirking. Oh fuck, they'd seen us! Shit! If it was just Megan that knew I would be okay, but Taylor couldn't keep a secret to save her life. I was so screwed! "We saw you guys at Joe's on Friday. How could you not tell us you bagged our totally hot History teacher?" Okay, I could spin this now that I knew they hadn't seen us doing anything.

"Oh that? We were just out talking about class. You guys know my dad's always trying to—"

"Don't even try to deny it. You guys were holding hands and you were looking at him like he was your husband." Megan cut me off.

"So are you guys like, in love?" Taylor asked clasping her hands together.

"Fuck that! Ellie, what if your dad finds out?" Megan chimed.

"Okay, okay. Look I have a huge crush on Mr. Hillman. He was trying to be nice and let me down gently, okay? That's all." I lied. I was sure Taylor would take that for what it was, but it was Megan I was worried about. She wasn't quite as... slow as Taylor and I knew she would see straight through my lie. But I could tell Megan later without Taylor there, but I had to make sure Taylor knew nothing since she would probably blab to the first person she saw, even if that person was my father— and Marcus' boss. 

"Oh, El, that sucks, babes." Taylor told me patting me on the shoulder in an effort to comfort me. Gosh, Taye was so easy.

"Mhm, sucks," Megan agreed sarcastically and I knew she saw what I was doing but had decided to go along with it. Taylor— as usual— didn't pick up on the sarcasm. After lunch Megan grabbed me letting Taylor walk ahead to her class. "Okay, spill because you know I'm not as easy as Taylor." I had seen that coming.

"Okay, okay. Well you know I couldn't tell Taye..."

"She can't keep a secret to save her life." Megan said with an eye roll.

"My thoughts exactly, but anyway, well I don't know if Marcus and I are dating per say, but there's definitely something there."

"Marcus? His name is Marcus? O-M-G that is sexy."

"I know, right! Oh my God Megs he's just so... I don't even know. I've never felt this way about a boy before. No scratch that because he's no boy, he's a man.

"Totally. So what are you going to do? Like, this romance thing is adorable and I'm glad you found someone you really like, but Ellie there are some serious consequences if you get caught, babes."

"Yeah Megs I know, but in my defense, he started it..." I said with a smirk.

"Well I'm sure you finished it... But what if your dad finds out?"

"He won't." I said ending the conversation.

Later on that night I sat at the long chestnut dining room table waiting on yet another tutor my dad had gotten me. I guess I should have been grateful that my father was so willing to invest in my education, but his lecture before the tutor arrived was very draining. He basically told me this is my last hope and I better not fuck it up. Dear old dad. When the tutor got to the house I heard he and my father up front laughing and joking. This was new. When my father walked him into the dining room I felt my stomach flutter. There he is in all his 6'2, blonde hair, blue eyed, Greek God glory. I felt my pussy tingle when he flashed that beautiful smile at me.

"Hi, Ellie. Ready to bring that mark up?" he asked. Oh I'll bring something up alright, won't be my mark...

"Um, yeah, I guess." I looked back and forth from him to my father. My dad patted Marcus on the back and told him to 'do the best he can.'

"Ellie's a very intelligent young woman, sir. I'm sure I won't have to try too hard." He gave me a wink and I felt the blood flood to my cheeks.

"Let's hope so," my father said sullenly. "Your mother and I have a dinner reservation so we'll be back in a few hours. Try to make this work, Ellie." I rolled my eyes and he left after giving Marcus another encouraging clap on the back. Marcus sat down at the table opposite me.

Marcus

"This is a surprise. How come you didn't tell me you were my new tutor?" Ellie asked tipping her head to the side in that cute way that made her look like an innocent little school girl. But one quick scan of her beautiful body threw that notion out the window. She was still wearing her school uniform, white collared shirt, short pleated navy blue skirt, and so help me those damn boots. Today she had jazzed it up a bit with a matching navy blue vest and tie that was now loosened and hanging around her neck more like a necklace. Good thing I'd missed school today, I surely would have taken her on the desk in front of the class today.

I leaned over the table. "Wasn't really relevant to the conversations we've been having." She just giggled and cracked open her Norton Field Guide. "So what exactly is it that you're struggling with?" I began and she showed me her tests and essays that she had done badly on. I tried to encourage her and whenever she got something wrong or made a mistake I could see where I got it from and then showed her the way a teacher would expect her to do it. She was messing up on really simple things when it came to her writing, she had vocabulary down packed, and the very last thing she'd had difficulty on was very typical for students. Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet to be specific.

"I just don't get this stuff. This guy writes like he's from biblical times. How are we supposed to understand this crap?" She whined.

I shook my head and smiled picking up her copy of the Shakespearian classic. "You just have to know how to read it. Take this line for example," I stood and walked over to her, kneeling before her. She turned her chair so that she faced me and I flicked it open to the famous balcony scene in Act 2 and began to read in Iambic Pentameter. "But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she." I stood up from my kneeling position and came to eye level, cupping her face with one hand. "Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off! It is my lady. Oh, it is my love." I spun dramatically and brought my hand down slowly curling it into a fist in front of me. "Oh, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses. I will answer it.—" When I turned back around Ellie sat in her chair speechless with her lips parted slightly looking so damn juicy.

"Okay, so when it's read like that, it's kind of hot..." I smiled knowing I had proven my point.

We had been working for about an hour and a half by the time Ellie's parents were finally dressed and ready to leave. Her mother came down in a long red gown with a plunging neckline. It had a small circle of rhinestones just above the diaphragm and flowed all the way down past her feet.

Ellie wolf whistled at her. "Caliente!" She exclaimed and her mother did a little courtesy.

"Thank you, baby," she acknowledged with all the elegance and grace of a queen. If this is how Ellie was going to turn out, I was ready to marry her right here and now.

"My, my, who is this strapping young man? Are you sure you're a teacher?" Mrs. Winston placed a hand on my shoulder smiling a flirty smile.

"Yes mam," I said laughing. As sexy as Ellie's mother was, she just didn't do it for me like Ellie did.

"I'm almost afraid to leave you alone with my daughter." She gave Elisa a wink and I chuckled. She had no idea how right she really was. I knew that as soon as her parents left for their dinner I would be fighting the animal within me not to drag her up to her bed and fuck her like a raging maniac.

"Don't worry Mrs. Winston. Ellie and I will be right here at this table for the next few hours. I'm determined to bring that F to an A." I assured her.

She nodded, "well then I'm glad to have you in our home..." 

"Marcus," I supplied for her.

"Marcus." Mrs. Winston spun around and headed to the door at Dr. Winston's call. "Looks like it's time to go. You two try not to overwork yourselves!" She scurried out of the door with Dr. Winston waving at us and trailing behind her. We listened for their car to pull out of the driveway. 

"God I thought they'd never leave!" Ellie jumped up from her chair and walked around to my side.

"Ellie, we're not done with your lesson." I don't know why, but I had sort of hoped she would just stay seated across the table and we'd continue our tutoring lesson. I didn't really want to fuck my boss' daughter in his own house— it was bad enough I was fucking her outside his house.

"Who cares about the lesson when we've got the house all to ourselves..." she kicked her leg up and over my chair, swung it down in front of my face, and sat down so that she was straddling me. I could feel my little soldier waking up and she moaned as she ground her pussy into my groin.

"Ellie, we should really—" she cut me off kissing me tenderly as her arms wrapped around my neck. I put my hands on the top of her thighs and squeezed gently making her whimper into my mouth. Her tongue danced with mine slowly and delicately making love to this strong muscle. I then slid my hands up her sides gathering the fabric of her shirt slowly. So much for resisting, but really what man could resist a sexy caramel woman with no panties on sitting on their lap and grinding her pussy on their dick?




Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 04



"You've been teasing me all weekend," she whispered against my mouth before sucking my bottom lip between her teeth then pushing her tongue inside exploring every part of my mouth like she was trying to devour me. "Then I come to class expecting to see you there," she continued breaking the kiss only for a second. "And you weren't even there." she trailed her tongue along my jaw up to my ear biting gently on my earlobe. "Now I have you alone, in my house..." she traced my outer ear with the tip of her tongue. "And I'm going to take you up to my room... And fuck. You. Silly." She ground her glorious cunt against the large bulge in my pants and sucked on my earlobe. I groaned. Her love juices were coating my pants and seeping through to my boxers.

"Yeah? You're gonna fuck me silly?" My lips curled into a devilish grin.

"Mhm... I'm gonna ride that big cock of yours like a wild woman." She took my right hand and guided it to her soaking wet pussy. "I hope you're ready for this black pussy, baby, because she's aching to be filled." I slid my middle finger up inside her and swirled it around. It was good to know I wasn't the only one effected like this. Every time I saw Ellie, whether it was walking in the hallway, in class, or even the few times I caught her out in town, my dick would salute like the little soldier it was.

"Fine, Ellie. I'll make you a deal. I ask you a question about the APA style paper, you get it right," I shoved my finger deep inside her and she squeaked, "then I'll take you right here on your daddy's dining room table." She nodded biting her lip, looking so damn sexy I almost couldn't think of a question. The moral part of me prayed to God she got this question wrong, but the other 99.9% of me was screaming to give her an easy question so I could take her like a hooker right here on my boss' table. I couldn't sit through an entire lesson with this girl and not think about the tight little hotbox dripping all over my khaki pants. "What are the four sections of an APA paper?" I pushed a second finger into her and began thrusting them as far up as possible hitting her g-spot each time. She leaned down and bit my shoulder as I fucked her so hard with my fingers I was afraid I'd tear through into her stomach. "I'm waiting Ellie," I whispered in her ear.

"The, ooh, title, ooh, abstract, ahh, main, mmm, body, ooh, and," just then I started jackhammering my fingers into her slipping in a third finger stretching that tight pussy. "Oh, oh!" She panted against my shoulder bobbing up and down in time with my hand. 

"Don't know the fourth one?" I asked teasingly. That moral part of me was telling me to fuck her so good she would forget the question and we'd go back to the lesson. The rest of me was ready to just fuck her. Period.

"I, I, oh God don't stop!" She screamed as my skillful fingers brought her to orgasm. I felt her squirting all over juices all over the bottom of my button down.

"That's not the fourth part..." I kissed her bountiful breasts through her white cotton button down. "Guess you won't be fucking me today..."

"References." She gasped.

"Shit." I groaned but inside I was screaming Yipee!

"Damn straight. Now let's go, pants off. I want that dick in me right now." Fuck, if she wasn't the sexiest thing when she made demands.

"Ellie—"

"Deal's a deal, Marcus now drop them drawers!"

I laughed and shook my head. She smirked as I pushed my chair back and stood lifting her with me and sat her on the table. "You want this dick, baby?"

"You want this pussy?" She said licking her lips. Fuck, this girl! I unbuttoned my pants and my fully erect 8 inch monster sprung free. Bending down I reached into the pool of fabric now around my ankles pulling a condom from my back pocket. Her face dropped and she shook her head. "No, Marcus we don't need that."

"Ellie—"

"I'm on the pill. Daddy insisted on that when I got caught in bed with my ex two years ago." She told me as she rocked back on her pert little ass and pulled her legs up bending her knees in a 'v' giving me a perfect view of that pink pussy.

I rolled my eyes. "There are other things out there than just getting pregnant, Ellie." 

"As if I don't know that. Look, I get tested every year and I am clean. I have the paper upstairs if you need proof. Besides you fucked me without a condom last time."

"Shit." I ran a hand through my wavy blonde hair remembering our intense fuck session in the park. I should have been smart and thought about using a got damn condom. Very smooth, Marcus.

"Dammit Marcus can we just get on with it? You made a deal." She slid a finger down to rub her clit getting my attention. "If you can't do the job just tell me and I'll go get the dildo from my panty drawer."

My mind flashed a mental picture of Ellie sprawled out on this table fucking herself with a vibrator. Damn that would be fucking hot. I raised my eyebrows and smirked. "Oh it's like that?"

"Mhm..." She smiled at me. I stepped close to her and pulled my boxers down so that they were around my thighs. Taking one more quick look at her perfect body I then pushed my thick length deep inside her and she cried out my name. "Marcus, oh fuck!"

"This what you wanted Ellie?" I wasn't really looking for an answer so I didn't wait for one and started pounding into her stealing away any ability she had to speak coherently. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue baby?"

"Mmm, shut up!" She shouted at me and I just laughed and shook my head again. I could feel her walls tightening around my shaft, squeezing and massaging my erection as I rammed into her. I decided to tease her a bit, so I thrust into her one last time and stayed there just enjoying being inside her. She looked as if she were expecting me to flip her or change positions or but I didn't. Instead I just stood there looking at her, a fresh glaze of sweat across my forehead. I looked over her now naked body marveling at her beauty. Everything about this girl was perfect from the fierceness of her hazel-green eyes, to her long brown hair, her caramel skin, her sensitive breasts, her thick thighs, to her pink pussy. She was a goddess walking among humans, and I had the honor of being inside her. But now I was beginning to realize what I felt for Ellie Winston wasn't just physical. I loved her laugh, her smile, the way she challenged me. I was falling for her. I was falling for my boss' daughter, and it was too late to stop it, I couldn't if I wanted to. But I didn't want to.

She gaped at me, "why are you stopping, Marcus?" she whined. I smirked at her and she seemed to realize I was was teasing her.

"Getting sick of you commanding me little girl..." I told her.

"Oh my God, you are so annoying." One corner of her mouth tugged up in a devious smile and her cat-like eyes narrowed a bit. "Fine, don't move." Just then she started doing something with her pussy walls that caused me to grunt and my eyes pop out of my head.

"Fuck! Ellie, what..." I couldn't even finish my question as she massaged my dick inside her as if she were going to knead the cum from my shaft. I let out a series of groans and grunts until finally I couldn't take anymore. 

"You ready to stop playing games, Teach?" She asked before biting down on her bottom lip. I lunged at her pushing her down flat on the table and kissing her with all the pent up passion from the weekend. I was done holding back. I pulled out so that only the head of my dick remained inside her and bulldozed back into her like I was trying to stab her to death. "OH FUCK YES!" Ellie screamed. I did it again and again making her scream and moan with each thrust. Taking her legs, I pushed her ankles to her shoulders and pushed as deep into her as humanly possible. "Oh God, YES! Mmm baby give it to me, give me all of that long white cock! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I slammed into her, my balls smacking into her ass with every thrust. 

I could feel the cum ready to explode from my balls. "I'm about to, ungh,"

"Yes baby, fill me up, explode inside me baby! Oh!" As if on cue, I burst inside her streaming rope after rope of my semen inside her wet love canal. She came with a loud squeak squirting her juices all over my shirt.

We were nowhere near done. After defiling the dining room table we moved to Ellie's bedroom where I happily used her dildo on her making her cum over and over with it. We then ravished each other for another hour until we were too exhausted to continue— no matter how much we wanted to. I lay there in her bed with her laughing and talking about everything. Her likes, her dislikes, her past relationships and flings, when she lost her virginity. We talked about my previous jobs and countries I've traveled to. She even opened up to me about her father and how his strictness put a strain on their relationship and almost made him a bad father. I kind of wanted to hit him when she told me how many times he'd made her cry. There with Ellie in my arms, I felt complete. I had finally found the girl of my dreams. 

"Elisa? We're home!" I heard Ellie's father announce around ten thirty. 

"Shit!" I whispered jumping out of the bed and grabbing my clothes. Thank God I had decided to bring them upstairs with me. Ellie quickly changed into some sweats and a tank top putting on her reading glasses and pulling her long brown locks into a bun at the top of her head. I tried not to think of how beautiful she looked as I fixed my shirt. 

When Dr. Winston walked in, Ellie pretended she was grabbing a book. "Ah, there you are. Marcus, I'm surprised to see you still here, son." Dr. Winston smiled at me and I was grateful I had his trust because it was clear by the way he came to shake my hand that he didn't suspect anything.

"Just finishing up sir. I was going to give Ellie some chapters to read but she'd left her book up here," I lied.

"Well I'm sure you've gotten enough done. Go home, get some rest. Same time Wednesday?"

"Yes sir." I gave Ellie a curt nod and Dr. Winston saw me out without a clue that I had just fucked his daughter in his own house. Now not only was I fucking my boss' daughter, but I had accepted that I was falling in love with her too. Fuck, this girl...



Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 05



"Marcus, mmm, so good, baby..." Ellie leaned down and whispered in my ear. I felt her erect nipples rubbing against my chest as she bounced her sweet ass on my hard cock. She smelled so good. Her pussy muscles were squeezing the life out of my shaft as she arched her back and pushed herself to sitting on top of me placing her hands on my stomach. Her caramel skin glistened with a fresh coat of sweat from riding me for over an hour. God, this girl's sex drive was insatiable, and I loved it. 

"Ellie, I'm gonna cum, baby," I grunted underneath her. 

"Yes baby, cum inside me." She thrust down harder onto me bringing me closer and closer to my climax. She looked into my blue eyes, her hazel-green ones full of lust and whispered, "I love you Marcus." Her words ended me and I exploded inside of her. She moaned loud and dug her fingernails into the skin of my abs.

Just then the bedroom door burst open and Dr. Winston stormed in, his face red with anger. "What the hell is going on in here? Get off of my daughter you pervert!" He shouted and ran to the bed wrapping his hands around my neck and squeezing.

I jolted awake in a cold sweat gasping for air. Another nightmare, great. I had been having these dreams ever since I'd started tutoring Ellie— and we'd begun fucking at her house. Ellie's parents often left us there by ourselves and once they left the house, Ellie would jump me. I didn't protest as much anymore. I'd found a way to work our tutoring into the sex by asking her questions and holding off her orgasm until she answered them correctly. It appeared this method had been effective because in the four months I'd been tutoring her, her grades in English had shot up. 

Ellie and I had also become more adventurous in our sex life trying new things like anal— which she really loved— and expanding where we had sex. The day after we'd first had sex at her house, we had ventured to my classroom and fucked on my desk after a faculty meeting. The risk of getting caught by my colleagues or even another student seemed to add to the hotness of it all. Sex wasn't all that we did, though. Now that her grades had gone up, Dr. Winston was a lot more lenient with Ellie's curfew. She began coming to my apartment and we would watch movies, talk, and just hang out. Maybe that wasn't the best idea considering the position we were in, but I couldn't have cared less. Tomorrow I would be tutoring Ellie at her house and to say I was excited was an understatement. 

Dr. Winston

I opened the door surprised at the person I found at my door step. "Daniel, this is unexpected." I greeted my next door neighbor and motioned for him to come in.

"Sorry to drop by so unexpectedly but I thought this was important. Is Imogen home?" 

"No, my wife stepped out to the store. Did you need to speak with both of us?" I asked now intrigued by what he could possibly have to tell me. Along with being my neighbor, Daniel was my best friend. I could tell something was really bothering him.

"No, no. I actually just wanted to speak with you alone, Reg."

We went to sit in the living room. "Can I offer you a drink?"

"I'm good. But you might need one." He said with a shake of his head.

"Okay, Danny what is it? You're making me a little nervous."

"Reginald, I, well, I keep hearing... noises coming from the house."

"Noises? What kind of noises, Dan?" I asked a bit of shock in my voice.

"Well... sexual noises." This caught me off guard. As much as my wife and I loved each other, we didn't have sex that often and when we did it was never loud enough for our neighbors to hear.

"I'm not sure I understand, Dan," I told him honestly.

"Now, before I say this, Reg, I just need to ask..." He took a long pause. "Is everything alright between you and Imogen?"

I jerked my head back in surprise. "Everything is great between Imogen and I. Daniel, please get to the point."

"Regi, the noises I hear, well they sound like a woman's screams, and they only happen when you're not home."

"What are you saying Dan?" I was becoming frustrated as this conversation went on. If he was saying what I think he was saying, I don't know how I was going to react.

"Reginald, I think your wife is cheating on you." He blurted out. I just sat there in silence trying to fight the urge to deck him. "Now Regi, you're my best friend and so I wouldn't be telling you this if I wasn't sure of what I was hearing, and I keep hearing a woman screaming things in the throes of orgasm. And a name. It's always the same name, Reg. Umm," he snapped his fingers racking his brain for an answer. "Michael, Morris—"

"Marcus," I supplied for him.

"Yeah, that's it. She's constantly screaming lewd things about this Marcus guy. I take it you know him." Daniel stood and came over to stand next to my chair placing a hand on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Reg. I didn't want to have to tell you this."

I shook my head. "Imogen isn't cheating on me, Dan. The woman you're hearing isn't my wife. It's my daughter."

Ellie

I lay there in Marcus' bed tracing the lines of his chest. We had just had the most amazing sex and now he just held me in his strong arms. "Marcus, there's something I've been wanting to say to you, but I just can't find the words."

"You can tell me anything, Ellie." He told me planting a kiss on my forehead.

I looked up into his ice blue eyes shining with adoration for me. God how I loved this man. It had taken me only two months to realize it, but I was afraid to feel that strongly for him. Who was I kidding? I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to. This man meant the world to me. He was my world. "Marcus, what we have..." I paused kissing his chest, "it's special, and so different from anything I've ever felt for anyone else." I sat up so that I could stare deep into his eyes. "Marcus, I, I think that I—"

"I love you too, Ellie," he whispered cupping a hand to my cheek.

I felt a tear roll down my face. "You do?" He nodded. I brought my lips down to meet his and kissed him letting all the passion and love I felt for him translate into that kiss. "I love you, Marcus." I whispered against his lips.

"I have to tell you something too." He said after we broke our kiss. I waited for him to continue. "I turned in my letter of resignation at Winston Prep."

"What? Marcus why would you do that?"

"Well I have another offer at a public school and I've told you how much I want to work in public schools." Marcus was from a rough inner city school where no one was expected to graduate. When he became a teacher he had vowed that he would go back to schools like his and make a difference.

"But—"

"I did this for me. Now if it should help our relationship in the process... well I won't argue with that." He kissed me again and I forgot any further protests I may have had.

About an hour later I was dressed and ready to head home. Since it was Saturday, Marcus and I had decided to spend the day together. But now it was nighttime and my father had called and demanded I be home for dinner tonight. "Let me drive you home," Marcus pleaded as I wrapped my scarf around my neck by his door. It was chilly outside now that it was mid-February. 

"No, I'll be fine on the bus."

"I hate you taking the bus. Tell me again how you managed to get your license suspended?"

"Shut up." I shoved him playfully and he grabbed my hands pulling to him and kissing me tenderly. 

"Let me pay for it at least."

I shook my head. "Daddy's money's burning a hole in my pocket. Why waste yours when I can use his?"

"Ellie..."

"Hush. I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow." I kissed him one more time and then headed out of his apartment and down to the bus stop.

When I got home the lights were off so I was sure my parents weren't home. I walked into the foyer and hung my coat and scarf. "Elisa," my father's voice boomed from around the corner in the sitting room. Now that I was listening I could hear sniffling.  

I walked into the sitting room. "Yes daddy?"

"Sit." 

I did as I was told. "What's wrong? I looked over at my weeping mother wondering who had died.

"Your uncle Dan came to see me today," he said vaguely.

"Oh God, did Aunt Pearl die?" I asked worriedly.

"No, though your uncle did give me some disturbing news." I sat there impatiently waiting for him to continue. "How long." Usually, this would be a question, but daddy had phrased it as more of a statement.

"How long what?" I asked, confused.

"How long have you been fucking Marcus Hillman?" Oh God.

"I, what? Dad—"

He slammed his fist down on the coffee table making me jump. "Don't you dare lie to me!" 

"I, I, daddy you don't understand..." I tried to explain but there was no way I could make him understand.

"Elisa how could you?" My mother shouted. "We raised you better than this!"

"If he had not already handed in his letter of resignation I would fire his ass. I should have him thrown in jail." My father said through clenched teeth.

"No! Daddy please! I love him!" I shouted.

He sprung from his chair. "Love him? You're 18 years old, you don't know anything about love!"

"Please, daddy, please!" I felt tears streaming down my face ruining my makeup. "Don't send him to jail daddy, please," I begged.

"Then end this." He commanded. I nodded reluctantly and ran up to my room.

My dad kept me home from school on Monday to make sure I didn't see Marcus. He unfortunately went to work and I was scared to death that he might do something crazy. He had taken all forms of communication from me. My cellphone, my laptop, he even took all of my credit cards. I wasn't allowed to leave the house unless my mother, father, or one of the staff was with me. My father was acting like our house was a high security prison. He had even shown Marcus' picture to the butler and maids to make sure Marcus was not let into the house. 

By Wednesday I was going nuts. I had stopped eating, I couldn't sleep. Everything was so messed up. My father wouldn't even look at me most of the time, but when he did, it was a look of disgust like I was some kind of whore. "Daddy I need to go to school!" I shouted one night over dinner. He didn't even say anything. He just shook his head and put another forkful of corn in his mouth. "Will you stop ignoring me!" I shouted pushing up from the table and slamming my fists down on top.

Strangely enough, my father started to laugh. "What would you like me to say, Elisa? I'm so far beyond talking with you. You've been having an inappropriate relationship with a teacher. In my own house! I don't need to answer your silly demands and questions. You. Will. Not. See. Him. End of story." God I hated Reginald Winston with all my heart right now. My heart. Don't even get me started on that. I felt incomplete being kept away from Marcus for so long. My body and soul yearned for him like food and water. God what was I going to do?

Marcus

It had been a week and Ellie hadn't been in school once. I was beginning to worry. She wasn't responding to my texts and when I called her, the phone went straight to voicemail. Dr. Winston had even called to cancel our tutoring sessions. It was driving me crazy that I couldn't see her. I tossed and turned all night wondering if she was sick, what she had, if she was in a hospital. God I didn't want to come off as crazy, but I had to know if she was alright.

The bell rang for the last period and I walked down the hallway to the big brown door with the frosted glass window. I poked my head in and Dr. Winston's secretary smiled at me and motioned for me to come inside.

"Well hello there, Mr. Hillman." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively as she undressed me with her eyes. "What exactly may I do for you?"

"Is Dr. Winston in? I just wanted to ask him a quick question." I told her ignoring the way she kept licking and biting her lips. Before I'd met Ellie, I may have actually flirted back with the young blonde sitting at the desk, but now Elisa Winston held my heart. 

"He's actually holding a faculty meeting with one of the departments in the auditorium. I'm sure he'll be back soon," she leaned forward allowing the tops of her breasts to peek out from her unbuttoned white blouse. "You could wait for him here... with me."

"Uh," I tried not to gag. "That's alright I'll catch him at the meeting." I left the office, much to the displeasure of the secretary, and headed towards the auditorium. I wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight unless I knew Ellie was okay. When I walked into the auditorium, I was surprised to see other teachers from my department sitting in the large room with Dr. Winston in front of them speaking about a new policy.

"Hey, where have you been?" A fellow colleague whispered as I filled in next to him.

"Since when are we having a meeting?" I asked.

She raised an eyebrow curiously, "didn't you get the memo?" I shook my head. "That's odd," was her only response. The rest of the meeting was dull, but I could tell Dr. Winston was in a crappy mood. He was rushing through like he was in a hurry to leave. It only made me more concerned about Ellie. Was he rushing to get back to her? Is she that ill? What if she has something terminal? All through the meeting my thoughts were just getting worse and worse. 

I almost leaped for joy and clicked my heels together when the meeting finished. Dr. Winston rushed out the auditorium doors as soon as the opportunity presented itself. I rushed out and darted down the hall after him. 

"Dr. Winston! Dr. Winston!" I called after him, but he ignored me and continued to walk off. I followed him all the way to his office where he slammed the door behind him and the click of the lock told me not to go in behind him. Something was really wrong. I decided not to press anymore. If anything was happening with Ellie, I'm sure my constant pestering would only make things worse. I was at a loss here. Not knowing what was going on with Ellie was hell, but I didn't want to come on too strong trying to find out.

On Monday I went into school tired and slightly hung over. Ellie still hadn't answered any of my calls over the weekend and the only way I knew how to get my mind off her was to drink. I had been completely hammered all weekend. I'd woken up with such a bad migraine that I'd considered calling in sick, but that would rob me of the opportunity to see if Ellie came into class. The bell rang for my first class and I was sad to see Ellie miss the roll call. I turned to the board and wrote a long book assignment to keep my students busy. I was in no mood to teach today.

When lunch rolled around I took my time strolling to the cafeteria. My mood was plummeting fast and I just didn't feel like eating. Suddenly a certain voice caressed my ears and I froze. She was here. I spun just in time to see my gorgeous goddess turn the corner with her two friends.

"Will you shut up, Taylor! I don't want to talk about it! I'm fi—" She broke off mid sentence seeing me standing in the middle of the hallway staring at her. "Mr. Hillman..." she whispered. I had to fight the urge to wrap her in my arms and shove my tongue down her throat. 

"Ellie, care to explain why you skipped my class this morning?" I asked tipping my head to the side and crossing my arms over my chest.

"I, uh—"

"Detention, after school, today."

She shook her head, "I won't be in detention." 

"Oh? Then perhaps you'd prefer to be in the office with your father?" I challenged. To my utter shock, she nodded her head. I jerked my head back in response and she walked past me with her girls into the cafeteria. Maybe I should have chased after her, but I was too thrown to even do so. She'd rather be with her father than with me? For the rest of the day I was completely lost in thought. I couldn't get past the confrontation in the hallway, much less teach. Finally during my last period, the little blonde secretary dropped off a notice for me. I skimmed over it quickly and anger flared my nostrils.

"What the hell is this?" I exclaimed at the secretary.

"I believe it's a drop form for Elisa Winston," she said obviously trying to hold back her usually flirtatious actions in front of my class.

"She can't just drop my class mid-year."

"Well, you might want to take that up with her father." With that, she left. 

I turned back to my class. "What are we staring at? I believe there's an assignment due!" I shouted and they all snapped their heads to their books and got back to work.

As soon as the period was over I bolted out to classroom 118— Ellie's last class. Luckily for me she had to talk to her teacher about all thee work she'd missed last week. By the time she emerged from the room the hallway was clear. She stepped out and I caught her arm with my hand and pulled her toward the empty cafeteria shutting the door behind me.

"Mr. Hillman!" she exclaimed.

"What the hell is going on with you?" I demanded slamming my hand against the wall so that I blocked her from exiting. 

"Marcus, move."

"Not until you explain what's going on. You miss school for a week and when you come back, you cut my class. Then you refuse to serve my detention, and now you're dropping my class and risking your entire graduation!"

"Look, my dad signed the damn drop form so it's not really any of your concern!" She turned in the opposite direction and began to walk toward the other door. I grabbed her hand and spun her back to me.

"How can you say that, Ellie? Everything about you is a concern to me." I told her looking into those exotic hazel-green eyes. She always put up this mask, but in her eyes I could see everything. She was working hard to hide something from me. "Were you sick last week?" I closed the distance between us and cupped her face in my hands. "I was so worried that I couldn't sleep." She was fighting back tears now, and I had no idea what they were for.

"I can't do this. I was hoping this would be easy, but I guess I was being naïve."

"Ellie, what's going on?" I asked curiously.

She gently pulled my hands from her face and took a couple steps backs. "Marcus I can't see you anymore." Everything stopped. 

"What?"

"We can't keep doing this." A tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek. "I can't do this."

"You're dumping me? Are you fucking serious?" I had just come out and told this damn girl I loved her and she was dumping me? I let my hands drop from her face and stepped away from her. 

"Marcus—"

"You lied to me. You never really loved me. You don't care about anybody but yourself! I risked my entire career and jail time for you! What was this some kind of little conquest for you? Let's see if I can make a teacher fall for me—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't sit here and act like this was all me. You kissed me! You started this, not me."

"Whatever. I should have just fucked you and left you alone." With that I turned and stormed out of the cafeteria all the way to my car. I managed to hold in my anger, but as soon as I opened the door I slammed it again and proceed to kick my tires in rage. "Pull it together man, you don't fucking need that slut. Fuck her!" I shouted, but I knew I didn't feel that. There wasn't much I could do about it. In this relationship Ellie had held all the power, but now it didn't matter. I would ignore my broken heart and channel my rage into something I did well. Sex. I was going to get completely hammered and some lucky girl was about to get the fucking of her life tonight. Elisa Winston would be a distant memory. Fuck that girl.



Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 06



Marcus

"I love you Marcus..." Ellie whispered in my ear over and over. I knew it wasn't real. It was one of those dreams that you knew you were dreaming and just couldn't wake yourself up. I tried to over and over but my eyes simply weren't ready to open. My mind just wasn't ready to let go of her. If my dreams were the only place I would ever hear her say those words again, then my mind would never let me wake. The rest of me kind of agreed.

I could feel a warm mouth wrap around my shaft. That was enough to break the spell Ellie held over me. Waking up I was greeted by a beautiful blonde whose green eyes bored into mine while her head bobbed up and down on my cock. She had been just as enthusiastic last night from what I remembered— and that wasn't much. I didn't know her name or how old she was, just that she was over 18. What I did know was that she was just the latest bed warmer in the long montage of women in the past two weeks. I had a new one every night, sometimes two and three a day.

No matter what I did, no matter how many different females I stuck my condom covered dick into, I just couldn't shake my mind from Elisa Winston. None of them challenged me the way Ellie had. She had called me on my shit in the bedroom and in regular life. She could take me dominating her and be the sexiest submissive ever, or completely flip the script and dominate the hell out of me. And God forbid I try to converse with these females. Most of them just went on about shopping, how great the sex was, or something completely vapid. Occasionally a girl would talk to me about something interesting and intelligent, but I never wanted to hear that. I wasn't looking for a girlfriend. I was looking for a quick fuck and a distraction from her. They provided that for at max an hour. None of them could take me like Ellie could. None of them felt like Ellie did, made me come as hard as Ellie did.

The blonde continued sucking my cock trying to get me off. I just lay there trying to ignore the occasional scrape of her teeth or the fact that she was only getting about half of me in her mouth. After the fifteenth bite on my dick, I pushed her face off me and rolled out of bed with no explanation. I heard her shout "Hey!" after me but I just stalked off to the bathroom and took a piss. A long one.

By the time I came out of the bathroom the girl had cleared out, which was exactly what I'd been hoping for. I walked back to my bedroom and sat on the edge of my bed thinking about Ellie. I thought back to the first day I saw her, how stricken I was with her beauty. Just the thought of her perfectly plump lips, her toned legs, her caramel skin, her apple bottom had my little man standing at full attention. My hand subconsciously went to stroke him. Thoughts of the first time Ellie gave me head began to flood my brain. I could still feel the warmth of her mouth. I still tingled at the way her lips moved across my shaft planting feathery kisses on the head of my cock. Her tongue pressing against the vein along the bottom of my member as she effortlessly took all of me down her throat. The way her throat massaged the head of my cock stimulating every nerve in my cock until I finally... "Ugh!" I shouted shooting a rope of my seed clear across the room onto my carpet. In my mind, I hadn't come on my carpet, I had just exploded in Ellie's mouth.

Ellie

School, home, school, home. That was the routine and I was ready to blow a hole in my skull. I missed Marcus with every fiber of my being. Just looking at him was tearing me apart. He missed at least one day every week and when he did come to school, he looked absolutely horrible. He was ALWAYS hung over, he had stubble thick enough to slice human flesh, and his eyes had lost the color to them. Of course they were still blue, but he looked dead inside. As sadistic as it may seem, I was kind of glad that he was affected by this as badly as I was. Every time I passed him in the hallway I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and kiss all over his face.

My heart wasn't the only part of me suffering. After the past few months, my body had become accustomed to sex regularly. And not just any sex. Mind blowing, body numbing, life altering sex. I fell asleep to visions of Marcus sweating over me stroking his long member inside me. I found myself masturbating to memories of things we had done two and three times a day. Sitting in my new history class I found myself daydreaming about Marcus teaching me shirtless covered in edible body oil... 

"Ellie?" I was snapped out of my reverie by the Emo girl sitting next to me. "Here," she told me slipping a folded up piece of paper into my hand. Perplexed, I opened it to find a few words scribbled across it in jacked up boy scrawl. 

"Movies? Saturday night @ 8? - Jason" It read.

I turned to steal a glance at the only Jason in the class. Jason Weatherly was fairly good looking with his tousled black hair, tan skin, and big brown eyes. He had the lean muscular body of a linebacker and unfortunately for him, a long time crush on me. I had been teasing Jason for the four years I'd known him, but I'd never let it go too far. I knew what kind of boy Jason was. He was the straight arrow type with the grades of a merit scholar and the athleticism of a pro-baller. My father would love him. Up until now, this fact had driven me away from him. I usually went for guys my father would absolutely despise— which had been part of Marcus' appeal. Jason was the type of boy I ended up hurting. I made my decision and made eye contact with his hopeful brown eyes. I shook my head no and I saw his face drop. Poor guy.

"Hey," I heard the girl whisper to me a few minutes later tossing me yet another note.

"I promise I don't bite. Just gimme a chance. Please?" This just proved he wouldn't be able to handle me, because biting was kind of hot to me. I let out a deep sigh and turned back to him again. I shook my head once more and I saw his face droop even lower. I'll admit seeing how hopeful he was and watching him get let down was painful, but I'd rather hurt his feelings this way than start a relationship with him and hurt him. Not to mention with everything that had happened in the past three weeks and my heart yearning for another man, now just wasn't the time.

When I got home I went straight up to my room. Shortly thereafter the creak of my door warned me of my mother's entrance. She stepped onto my light pink carpet regarding me curiously. I wasn't doing much just reading a Men's Fitness magazine trying to get over my increasing horniness. It wasn't working much because I just kept thinking of Marcus.

"Since when do you read Men's Fitness?" she asked tipping her head to the side. Since you cut me off from the love of my life and the best sex I could ask for, I thought. I didn't say that of course. My only response was a slight shrug of my shoulders. "Well come on get up, we're going out to eat."

"Not hungry," I told her without looking up from my magazine.

"You never are anymore." I could hear a pang of sadness in her voice but I didn't really care. She wasn't the one suffering here. She let out a long sigh, "it isn't optional, Elisa, now let's go. I'll be waiting for you downstairs. Don't make me come back up here to get you." With that she left and closed my door behind her.

I sighed dramatically and threw the magazine down on my bed. "Fuck," I mumbled to myself as I grabbed a sweater to go over my white button down. My skirt was rather short and my shirt was unbuttoned enough to show a significant amount of cleavage. Since I was going out with my parents I figured I shouldn't look like a complete whore. Pulling the thin black sweater over my arms, I buttoned it so that my boobs were still visible but not as bad as they were. A normal person would just button up the shirt, but what can I say? I'm special. When I got downstairs I was surprised to find my father would not be joining us, not that his presence would have made a difference. He would just act as if I wasn't there anyway. Pulling up to the restaurant, I knew something was wrong. The driver came around and opened the door of our town car and I followed my mother into the restaurant— her favorite restaurant. We only came here when something was wrong.

Once we were seated I jumped right into it. "Alright mom what's going on?"

"Can't a mother take her daughter out to eat? Gosh I feel like it's the only way I can make sure you don't starve yourself lately."

"Mom."

My mother let out a long sigh. "I wanted to wait until after dinner for this, but you never have been a patient girl." The waiter came and took our drink orders before my mother continued. "It's not secret that your father and I haven't been getting along lately. We talked and we think it'd be best if I went to stay with your grandparents for a bit." At that moment I felt everything shatter. My parents were separating. My mother was moving out. This couldn't be happening.

"No," I whispered.

"Honey, it's not permanent. We just need a break for a little while."

"You're married! You're not a high school couple that can just 'take a break'!"

She took a sip of her wine, "Look, I need time away from him. I love your father but the way he's handling things with you... I just can't be apart of that anymore." 

"I'm coming with you then."

"You can't come with me Elisa. That would be impractical. You have school and your father has work. It's logical for you to stay here."

"You can't leave me with him! Mom I'll go crazy!"

"Just because I'm going to Barstow, it doesn't mean I'm not here for you sweetie."

"You'll be two hours away! Mom please!" I pleaded.

"How about this, you stay with your father during the week so you can go to school and on Fridays, I'll take a train and bring you back to Barstow for the weekends. Okay?" 

"Look I didn't mean to make you guys fight. Please mom, don't leave."

"It's not about you honey, this is between your father and I," she said reaching across the table to take my hand in hers.

"So you're really leaving me with him."

"This isn't up for debate, Ellie. It's what's best for now." My mother had been spending too much time arguing with my father, because that was a signature Reginald Winston cut off. 

"Fine mom, if you're just going to give up on us then there's no point in my being here." I said as I stood from the table.

"Very well, I have an event to attend with your father tonight so we'll be a bit late." She told me as I stormed off.

What luck I had as I stormed out of the restaurant to see Marcus sitting at a table holding some chick's hand. As if finding out my parents were separating wasn't bad enough. The man that I was so in love with was now on a date and I had walked in on it. He seemed to sense I was there because his head snapped up and his ice blue eyes met mine. So many emotions filled them. I could see the love he still held for me masked with hurt and disdain. 

Seeing how I was staring at his hand intertwined with the bimbo, I could see him smirking at me on the inside. God I didn't need this right now, but unfortunately his table was right by the exit. Swallowing hard, I started to walk towards them, my eyes never breaking contact with his.

"Elisa Winston," he greeted me as I tried to brush by. "What an experience to see you outside of school." Asshole, I thought to myself.

"Mr. Hillman, nice to see you." I tried to shoulder past but he stopped me lightly wrapping a hand around my wrist.

"Are you in a hurry? I was wondering how your English grade was coming." To his date, I'm sure he looked like the concerned, compassionate teacher, but I knew he was screwing with me.

"Yeah I am, I have something to get to—"

"Well then really fast, I'd like to introduce you to my date for the evening, Melanie Rose."

"Melanie Rose? The actress Melanie Rose?" I looked at her completely shocked realizing that I was in fact staring at one of the most famous actresses in the world right now— and my idol.

She giggled and gave me a friendly smile. "Yes, it's nice to meet you sweetie." Dammit, she was nice too. If it wasn't for the fact that she was on a date with the man I loved I would have asked for her autograph. Marcus gave me a tight smirk telling me he knew exactly what I was thinking, and though I hated to admit it that look was causing familiar waves of lust to roll through my body.

"How do you two know each other?" I asked Marcus trying desperately to control my jealous rage.

"Oh Mel and I go way back, don't we babe?" Babe?! 

"Yeah we've known each other since we were kids," she said giving his hand a light squeeze. "Marky here knew me back when I was just Melanie from across the street." Oh great, how could I compete with the movie star he's known all his life?

"Elisa is actually a huge fan of yours, Mel," Marcus continued torturing me. Anyone who had ever been in my room would know that Melanie Rose was my idol. I had posters of her plastered all over my walls, quotes that she's given at award shows, and the ticket stub to every movie she's ever come out with— each one from the midnight showing. 

"Really? A fan of mine? Well sit, sit!" She motioned to the empty chair next to her. I was at a loss here. Melanie Rose is my idol. I live and breathe everything this twenty five year old does— as completely crazy as that sounds, it's true. So I did what any other girl in my position would have done... I sat down in between my idol and my ex-boyfriend. 

"So Elisa—"

"Ellie, people call me Ellie," I interjected.

"Right, Ellie, have you ever considered show business yourself? You are absolutely stunning. You have to be a model or something."

"Wow, Ms. Rose thank you but no I'm just a high school senior trying to graduate." Marcus made a snorting sound at that, so I kicked him under the table.

"Honey, I will have none of this 'Ms. Rose'. Makes me feel old."

"Umm, sorry."

"So Marcus, is Ellie you're favorite student?" Melanie asked raising one eyebrow.

"Well that would be hard since Elisa is no longer my student." He said with a bit more edge in his voice than necessary.

"Why do you keep calling me Elisa?" I asked turning to him. He knew how much I hated that, and yet he insisted on using my full name.

"That's your name isn't it?"

"You know I hate that."

"Based on recent events, Elisa, I'm not so sure I know you at all." He knew he was getting under my skin and that I was trying to hold it together.

"Why do you have to be such a jerk, Marcus?" I slipped, using his first name as if we were alone and I wasn't supposed to be sitting here as just his student.

"Why do you have to be so spoiled, Elisa?" He countered and I could see his control slowly wavering just as mine was.

"Stop calling me that," I commanded.

"Last I checked this was a free country."

I rolled my eyes, "Oh really freaking mature."

"Ha! I know you're not trying to lecture me about maturity!" He shouted.

"Um, did I miss something?" Melanie asked snapping us out of our argument. I hadn't even noticed that while we were arguing Marcus and I had been getting closer and closer to each other. I jerked back and pushed away from the table standing to my feet.

"I can't deal with this right now. Melanie, it was so amazing to meet you and I wish we could have talked in better circumstances. I have to go," much to my dismay one traitorous tear escaped my eye and I chose that moment to make my exit. 

Marcus

"Okay what was that all about? Better circumstances?" Mel asked scratching her head in confusion. 

"I'm not sure," I had meant to make Ellie jealous but not make her cry and run out like that.

"Alright Marky what aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing, Mel." I don't even know why I bothered lying to this woman anymore. What Ellie hadn't known was that Melanie and I have been friends ever since we were three. Nothing romantic had ever happened between us— well we had sex every now and then, but that was it. Melanie and I both knew we would never be together and we were both very okay with that. One of the reasons being this woman knew me better than I knew myself. So when she tipped her head and gave me her straight face, I knew I wasn't getting out of this. If I didn't tell her know she'd probably try to beat it out of me later. I let out a sigh and gave in, "you're going to hit me."

She rolled her eyes. "What did you do Marcus?"

"You know the girl that's had me moping around for the past two months?" She slowly nodded her head obviously wondering where I was going with this. "You just met her." When I finished my statement her eyes just about quadrupled in size.

"You fell for a student?! Are you crazy?!" She shouted causing a bunch of people to turn their heads and stare at us.

"Shh! Mel jeez, you want the world to know?"

"Marcus Anthony Hillman I cannot believe you would do something so stupid! You risked your job! Your career! Her future!"

"I know that Mel, but I couldn't help it. I mean... you've seen her!" I leaned over the table and whispered, "you know my dick has a mind of its own."

"That isn't an excuse Marcus! God is she even 18?"

"Of course she is! Look, Mel I didn't ask for this to happen, but I mean it doesn't matter because it's over now anyway." I went back to the scraps of chicken left on my plate thinking the conversation was over.

"I thought you said she dumped you."

I let out an exasperated sigh, "she did."

"She's not acting like it." My eyebrows furrowed on their own waiting for her to go on. "I mean she was eyeing you the whole time we were talking and then I'm pretty sure what you two just did is classed as a lover's quarrel."

"Well she dumped me so we're not really lovers anymore."

"Well I think you should go after her." Melanie sat back and folded her arms across her chest. Usually I would make a joke and stare appreciatively at her C-cup breasts, but I just didn't want to now.

"She's probably in a cab on her way home by now."

"And I'm pretty sure you know where she lives. She just ran out of here crying Marcus! You can't tell me you don't care."

"So what if I do! She's not my girlfriend!" I pushed away from the table not wanting to talk about this anymore. People were staring again, but I didn't care. I should have never told Melanie about this.

"But you care about her, and she needs someone to care about her right now." Though Mel was a famous actress, she had gone to college for her degree in Psychology and boy did she love using it to mind fuck me. I groaned and threw my head back and Mel had that cocky grin on her face that said she knew she'd won. 

"Will you be okay to get home? I can give you cab fare—"

"How quickly you forget that I'm fabulously wealthy."

"Right. Well call me when you get home?" She nodded and without another word I took off in the direction of my crappy car. I hopped in and drove directly to Ellie's house determined to find out what was going on with her. 

When I pulled up I realized I had gotten there just in time because Ellie was just getting out of the cab. The driver had stepped out of the car to open her door and as she stepped out he was checking her out. I could see she had been crying and that made me feel guilty because I was sure I was the source. My guilt dissipated quickly though, because the next thing I saw made me so angry I think I might have popped a blood vessel. 

After opening her door the cab driver pinned Ellie to the car between his arms with a devilish grin on his face. I had now stepped out of my car was pressing the button to open my trunk. "Look baby, you don't have to pay for the ride. How bout you just give me a little something to remember you by and we call it even?" The cab driver's words were infuriating. How the hell can you be hitting on a girl that was just crying in your back seat?




Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 06



"Ewe! Get off me!" Ellie shouted as I pulled the long aluminum bat from my trunk. I turned to see the cabbie with his hand on Ellie's right breast and I saw red. Slamming the trunk door down loudly I stomped across the street ready to break every bone in this guy's body.

"Come on, baby—"

"You've got one second to take your hand off her before I break it." I told him now next to them.

"Hey fuck off man," he told me not moving. I didn't need my bat for this asshole. I let it slip from my left hand and gripped his throat with my right throwing him off of her. Before he could even react I hit him square in the nose hearing it crunch from the impact. He fell to the ground and I was on top of him in an instant. I hit him again and again in his pathetic face letting my rage consume me. He would have to kill me before I let him do anything to Ellie.

"You think it's okay for you to just take what you want? Don't you know no means no?!" I shouted as I continued to pummel him. 

"Marcus! Marcus stop! You're going to kill him! Marcus!" I could faintly hear Ellie screaming but I just couldn't stop. I wanted to kill this man for touching her, for even thinking about her. I could see the blood gushing from his face and I knew if I didn't stop soon I would get my wish. But I didn't care. "Marcus! Please stop!" It wasn't until I felt her wrap both hands around my bicep that I snapped out of it. She kneeled in front of me. "Marcus you have to come inside. The neighbors called the police, you have to come inside and let me talk to them. Okay?" I nodded and let her pull me up from the groaning cabbie and into the Winston mansion. Not a minute later there was a knock at the door. "Stay here," she told me going to answer the door.

I could hear the police officers at the doorstep from where I sat in the dining room. "Evening mam, we got a call about a domestic disturbance. Is everything alright?" I was surprised that they had been so calm. Seeing as there was a severely beaten man on the front lawn, I had expected them to come busting through the door to arrest me.

"No, nothing's wrong officer. Just watching the Lakers game and got a bit loud. Sorry about the disturbance." Ellie lied like a pro.

"Well mam we were told two men were fighting outside this house."

"Gosh I don't know where they got that from. I mean, I'm clearly here all alone. Though I do appreciate you fine gentlemen being so quick to respond. It makes me feel so much safer knowing you're on the force, officer."

I could have sworn I heard the officer giggle. "Well try to keep it down from now on mam, or I might have to come back..."

"Oh I will try," and with that she closed the door and came back in the dinning room with me.

"What was that?" I asked raising and eyebrow.

"The cab driver must have gotten in his car and took off when he heard the police sirens because he wasn't out there. Thank God, I thought you were gonna kill him"

"I was," I told her bluntly. 

She pulled up a chair in front of me and took my hands in hers examining my knuckles. "Why are you always risking jail time for me?"

"Because I love you. I thought that was obvious." She stood up going into the kitchen and I followed closely behind her trying to ignore the memories of the last time I'd been here that kept trying to flood my brain. She grabbed a dishcloth putting some ice cubes in it and wrapped it up. 

"Here," she thrust it at me and I stared questioningly at her. "For your knuckles. They're all red and swollen."

"Oh, thanks." I took the makeshift ice pack and placed it on my knuckles.

"Why are you here, Marcus?" She blurted out placing a hand on her hip.

"Apparently saving you from getting raped. You're welcome by the way."

"Dammit! Marcus! I'm not in the fucking mood, alright? So if you came here to rub your rich new girlfriend in my face you can just leave!" She turned her back to me facing the counter. I could hear her sniffling and I knew she was trying to hold herself together in front of me.

"Melanie isn't my girlfriend." I said quickly. "And I didn't come here for that." I stood and walked up behind her putting the ice pack on the counter. I put my hands on her waist and just stood there for a second inhaling the scent that I had missed so much in the past two months. Smirking I noticed the slightest shiver from her when my hands touched her warm body.

"Then why are you here?" When she didn't move away I knew what Melanie said was true. 

"What's wrong? I know what I did was stupid and it hurt but you looked like you were going to cry even before you saw me."

"Why?" She asked me slowly. "Why do you care? Marcus why are you constantly chasing after me?"

"Because you're worth it, Elisa Winston. I know you say you don't love me anymore but your eyes tell me the opposite." I fought the urge to let my hands slip down to cup her perfect ass, but my body was winning out. It disobeyed me and my hands slid to grip the round apple underneath her leggings.

"Marcus, I, I can't," she whispered but made no move to stop me.

"Can't or won't?" My right hand had a mind of its own fingering back up her torso to her hardened nipple. I began rolling the soft bud between my thumb and index finger.

"Mar... cussss," she stuttered having a hard time articulating her thoughts. "Wait, we can't do this right here." I ignored her and kissed the right side of her neck making her tip her head slightly to the left giving me better access. 

"You have no idea how addicting you are, Elisa Winston," I whispered in between kisses. "Your body is such a drug to me. I get high on making you cum. I spent the last two months wallowing in a reality that you didn't love me anymore, but that isn't reality. I know you still love me." I brought my left hand to grip her pussy. She spread her legs a bit and I rubbed my middle finger along the seam of her spandex, pressing into it so that her lips spread around my finger. It was clay that only I knew how to mold. Her breath caught in her throat and I knew I had her. "If you don't love me, say the word and I'll stop," I kissed my way up to her earlobe, "but if you do, then turn around and kiss me."

She didn't hesitate whirling in my arms and reuniting those delicious lips with mine. I kissed her back hungrily loving the way she tasted on my tongue. I heard her moan into my mouth and reached down to her thighs gripping her while she hopped up and wrapped those long legs around my waist. My dick had long surged to life rubbing against the wet material between Ellie's thighs. I turned making my way up to her bedroom. I had mastered carrying Ellie this way from our tutoring sessions and we were soon stumbling through her bedroom and I was kicking the door closed behind me.

I couldn't wait for four-play. She was already dripping wet and I had to have her now. Throwing her down on the bed I saw that sexy animalistic look I had always loved to see before I ravaged my teenage lover in her hazel-green eyes. I yanked her pants off her body and ripped her blouse open showing those perfectly rounded tits and Hershey kiss nipples. As horny as I was, I couldn't help but stare at the panty-clad sex goddess sprawled across the bed in front of me. She sucked lightly on her pinky in anticipation and lifted her legs straight up in the air. I tipped my head wondering what this would mean, and she answered by opening her legs to me in a wide 'v' in submission to me.

"Show me how much you missed me, Marcus. Do me, baby." Who would have ever thought the old Prince lyric could sound or look so sexy? With Ellie offering up her sopping wet cunt to me I couldn't do anything but oblige. I undid my slacks and let them fall around my ankles.

"God I've missed you." I admitted just as I stepped out of my boxers and buried my hard length deep inside her love canal.

"Marcus," she whispered and I planted my lips on hers to keep her quiet. With every thrust inside her Ellie whimpered and moaned into my mouth. All that could be heard was appreciative "mmm's and ugh's," as I relentlessly pounded her pussy trying desperately to make her cum before me. I slammed against her thighs with a loud slapping noise and I could feel myself getting closer. Her walls tightened around my shaft and I knew I only had to hold on for a few seconds and Ellie would erupt. 

Just to ensure she went first, I reached my hand between us and fingered her clit swiftly. Her moans quickly turned into high pitched squeaks as her pussy contracted and orgasm took her. I looked down at her face in the apex of her orgasm wanting to take picture. Her eyes were closed, her lips pursed in an 'o'. I now let loose my own climax as I busted pumping her with my cum. I let out a lion like roar as I released the last bit of my seed inside her.

"I haven't exploded like that in months..." I muttered ten minutes later as I lay in the breasts of my Amazonian Goddess.

"So you missed me, huh?"

"Mhm," was my only response before I kissed her tit. "God I missed these," I told her letting my tongue dart out and flick across her nipple.

She let out a soft moan and ran her fingers through my blonde hair. "Marcus, you have to leave soon. My parents could come back from their meeting soon and if my dad finds you here, he'll kill you. Literally."

"Yeah, I can't imagine the reaction he'd have to you having a secret relationship with a teacher."

She let out a weak humorless laugh and muttered, "I can."

I pushed off of the bed and grabbed my pants pulling them back on my body. Ellie stood as well and I took the opportunity to appreciate her flawless naked body. She went to grab a robe wrapping it around herself, much to my dismay, but it didn't stop me from pulling her into my arms for an intimate kiss. "My place tomorrow?" I slipped my hand under the robe to cup her sex, "I'm not nearly done with this."

"Marcus, I, this doesn't change anything. We still aren't... together." I jerked my head back shocked by her words.

"But you said it. Said that you still love me."

She reached a hand to my cheek, "baby I do still love you, but that isn't why I ended things."

"So why did you?"

She opened her mouth to tell me but seemed to think better of it and turned away from me. "It's complicated."

I felt my anger rising. "Then make it simple for me, Ellie because I don't get it! Dammit I'm risking everything to be with you! It's pretty simple to me."

"You don't understand, Marcus this isn't something I can get out of. We just, this has to be the last time." 

I started laughing. There was nothing remotely funny about the situation but I was afraid if I let my true emotions out I might do something I regret. "You are unbelievable." I turned to the door already making plans to go to a bar and get hammered.

"Marcus, it's not like that, I swear I don't want it to be like this, but I don't have a choice."

"What does that mean?! You don't have a choice? What do you want Ellie? Step up and admit what you want!"

"I want to be with you!" She shouted as little tears began stinging her eyes.

"Then why are you making everything harder than it already is?"

"Because of my father," she whisper and then her eyes widened as if she'd said something she shouldn't have.

I looked at her curiously wondering how to approach her. It was obvious she was keeping something from me— the reason she couldn't be with me. "What?"

"Nothing. Marcus you have to go." She started pushing me to the door but I brushed her hand away.

"Okay what aren't you telling me, Ellie?"

"Marcus please just drop it."

"Ellie." I pulled her tight against me and kissed her softly letting the love I felt for here seep into it. "I can't walk away this time. I won't," I told her after I pulled away, "if I have to come back here everyday until you decide to be with me I will."

"You can't do that." She whispered. "If you do my father will call the police and have you arrested.

"I think we've already seen I don't give a fuck about that."

"Marcus my dad knows," she blurted out. I stood there my eyebrows scrunched together trying to process what she'd just said. Her father knows about us? Of course when he found out he would make her end things with me and pull her away from me— it's what I would do. Damn I'm an idiot. This explains all of her weird behavior and why she still loved me but couldn't be with me.

"Then I'll talk to him." 

"You aren't even supposed to know! I was supposed to stay away from you or my dad would—" She abruptly broke off once again like she was saying something she shouldn't.

"Or he would what?"

Then the tears began flowing down her face and she buried her head in my chest. "He would throw you in jail."

"Is that it?" I asked and she jerked her head bad to look at me questioningly.

"Is that it? Marcus this is serious! I won't let you go to prison for me."

"But baby that's just it, I've looked it up, done research on it and everything. You're 18 and according to the law, you can legally consent to sex with me." She pressed her head back into my chest as my heart nearly tripled its beating. I was so happy. Dr. Winston had nothing over us. I was quitting at Winston Prep and Ellie would be graduating soon. The worst he could do was blackball my career— yeah I know that's still pretty bad, but at this point I would give anything to be with this girl. I loved her and I wouldn't live without her if I had any say in the matter.

"Marcus, my father is best friends with the Chief of Police— who happens to be the man that ratted us out. He's been like an uncle to me and I have no doubt that if they want us apart, they'll find something on you. There's no way out of this."

"So what are they going to do, make shit up? They've got nothing." I pulled her head back to look in her eyes filled with tears. I kissed them both leaving salty liquid on my lips. "Don't cry baby. They can't touch me they're just trying to scare you."

"But your career, the new job. My father promised if I stayed away from you he wouldn't interfere with your career. Babe, think about everything you're giving up." It was things like this that made me love this girl the way I did. She had gone through so much just to keep me from losing my job or going to prison. I took her hand and pulled her over to the door of her closet where a full length mirror hung. I pulled her back against my chest and wrapped my arms around her waist finding rest on her stomach. 

"But look at what I'm getting." I whispered in her ear as she took in the two of us in the mirror.

Her lips quirked up into a little smirk. "We do make a really hot couple." I didn't say anything but instead pressed a kiss to her temple as I rubbed my hands back and forth over her stomach.

Just then we heard the front door creak open. "Elisa? We're back," her mother shouted through the house followed by, "Oh shut up Reginald!" 

"Shit!" Ellie turned around and stared at me her face coated in fear.



Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 07



To my lovely readers:

First let me say I'm sorry this took so long! I had an extreme case of writer's block and I'm still not even sure I'm satisfied with this chapter. I also had a death in my family very recently, someone very close to me and so writing has been pretty difficult with everything else going on. I hope you'll still stand by me and the "Fuck This Girl" series.

I think it will be coming to a close in most likely 2 to 3 more chapters. I promise the next 3 will be much juicier than this one and less lacking in the sexual department... I have begun part 8 and will have that out as soon as my mind allows it. I have also begun a spin off that I hope to put up here too if I deem it worthy of your eyes... Marcus and Ellie shall have their cameos in that one as well. Can you guess who the main character of that one would be??? Anyway I hope you enjoy. Vote if you like it, if not leave some constructive criticism, I'm always looking to improve. 

Sincerely, MrsStealYoMan24 ;) 

Fuck, This Girl... 7

Previously in Fuck, This Girl...

"You aren't even supposed to know! I was supposed to stay away from you or my dad would—" She abruptly broke off once again like she was saying something she shouldn't.

"Or he would what?"

Then the tears began flowing down her face and she buried her head in my chest. "He would throw you in jail."

"Is that it?" I asked and she jerked her head bad to look at me questioningly.

"Is that it? Marcus this is serious! I won't let you go to prison for me."

"But baby that's just it, I've looked it up, done research on it and everything. You're 18 and according to the law, you can legally consent to sex with me." She pressed her head back into my chest as my heart nearly tripled its beating. I was so happy. Dr. Winston had nothing over us. I was quitting at Winston Prep and Ellie would be graduating soon. The worst he could do was blackball my career— yeah I know that's still pretty bad, but at this point I would give anything to be with this girl. I loved her and I wouldn't live without her if I had any say in the matter.

"Marcus, my father is best friends with the Chief of Police— who happens to be the man that ratted us out. He's been like an uncle to me and I have no doubt that if they want us apart, they'll find something on you. There's no way out of this."

"So what are they going to do, make shit up? They've got nothing." I pulled her head back to look in her eyes filled with tears. I kissed them both leaving salty liquid on my lips. "Don't cry baby. They can't touch me they're just trying to scare you."

"But your career, the new job. My father promised if I stayed away from you he wouldn't interfere with your career. Babe, think about everything you're giving up." It was things like this that made me love this girl the way I did. She had gone through so much just to keep me from losing my job or going to prison. I took her hand and pulled her over to the door of her closet where a full length mirror hung. I pulled her back against my chest and wrapped my arms around her waist finding rest on her stomach.

"But look at what I'm getting." I whispered in her ear as she took in the two of us in the mirror.

Her lips quirked up into a little smirk. "We do make a really hot couple." I didn't say anything but instead pressed a kiss to her temple as I rubbed my hands back and forth over her stomach.

Just then we heard the front door creak open. "Elisa? We're back," her mother shouted through the house followed by, "Oh shut up Reginald!" 

"Shit!" Ellie turned around and stared at me her face coated in fear.

Marcus

"Shit!" Ellie turned around and stared at me her face coated in fear. "My parents! You have to hide!"

"No, baby I'm done hiding. They know about us and chances are your father's seen my car. I think I should talk to him about this."

"That is a horrible idea! If my father sees you here he's going to kill you."

"Babe he's not going to kill me. But I'm not some high school boy sneaking in through your window. I'm a grown man and it's time I started acting like one." As I said this I made my way to the spot where my shirt had landed and pulled it back on. "Marcus please just go in the closet." She pleaded and I had a very hard time saying no to her when she pouted like that.

"Ellie I can talk to them." Just then any opportunity I had of hiding was taken. The door flew open and Dr. Winston stood in the doorway. The large man looked like an angry bear about to tear his prey limb from limb. Being that I was the prey, that look was rather frightening to me, but I held my ground.

"What the hell are you doing here? Elisa we had a deal, but now all bets are off." 

"No! Daddy Marcus is leaving. He just came by to—" 

"To fuck my slut of a daughter! I know why he's here!" Dr. Winston shouted.

"Hey! Do NOT call her that!" I shouted my fists automatically balling up ready to defend my girl.

Dr. Winston stepped towards me and I prepared myself to get hit. No matter what I was determined not to hit him back. I wouldn't give him any concrete reason to take Ellie away from me. "What kind of a man are you? Taking advantage of a student, you're a disgrace to all educators."

"Sir, I never meant for things to get so out of hand, but Ellie and I love each other and—" Whap! I was cut off with a nose breaking punch to the face that knocked me off my feet.

"Marcus!" Ellie shouted dropping to her knees above my head as my head flew to my nose which was now gushing blood. I groaned in pain, but I knew I'd had that one coming. "Oh my God, baby this is all my fault!"

"Move Elisa," Dr. Winston commanded.

"Daddy leave him alone!"

"Move!" He shouted again.

"Enough!!" Suddenly Mrs. Winston appeared behind Dr. Winston. "That is enough! I will not have you people shouting and making us the mockery of the neighborhood! Reginald move! He's getting blood all over my carpet." She stepped in front of the doctor and threw an old towel at me. I took it and with another grunt of pain put in over my nose to stop the bleeding. "Get up, both of you." She commanded Ellie and me with an air of authority that rivaled her husband. She ran a hand through her hair and let out a long sigh. "This obviously is not working. The two of you are just determined to be together no matter how hard my husband tries to keep you apart!"

"Mrs. Winston I never meant any disrespect. I promise you, I never intended for things to go this far."

"Well your intentions don't really make a difference now do they? The fact is you're a grown man and a teacher sleeping with an eighteen year old student!"

"I know. I'm not proud of the way things have happened with Ellie and me, but I love her and I would do anything for her. Mrs. Winston I just want the opportunity to make her happy."

She didn't say anything for a while. Just stood there in silence taking in the scene before her. No one dared interrupt her thoughts, especially not Ellie and me. Dr. Winston looked like he wanted to but then thought better of it. When she finally spoke she looked at her daughter. "You love him?"

Ellie nodded vigorously. "More than anything."

"Then who are we to tell you not to be with him," Mrs. Winston sighed.

"We're her mother and father!" Dr. Winston spat. 

"Despite his actions, Reginald, we have to admit that Marcus Hillman is a good man. Before we knew about his transgressions with our daughter you were constantly talking about how highly you thought of him."

"That was before—" Dr. Winston began but Mrs. Winston silenced him by raising her index finger.

"Let me finish." She walked past me and over to her daughter's bed to sit down. "It's obvious that keeping you two apart isn't working. And honestly, if not for the fact that Ellie is your student, we would be honored to have a man of your caliber dating her." All three of us gave her a very confused look. "I propose this," she began, "the two of you wait to be together until after Elisa graduates from Winston Academy in June. Until then you keep your relationship completely professional, teacher-student only. After graduation, Reginald and I will not stand in your way or interfere with your career, Marcus."

"Imogen you can't be serious." Dr. Winston grumbled.

"Reginald my daughter has been depressed ever since you told her to stay away from Marcus, and I just can't watch it anymore!" Mrs. Winston stood and walked over to her daughter. Ellie squealed and threw her arms around her mother.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you mom! We accept! We'll wait until I graduate!"

"Wonderful, then it's settled." Mrs. Winston said hugging her daughter.

"I haven't agreed to this!" Dr. Winston complained.

"No one was asking you to, Reginald." Mrs. Winston dismissed him. "Now Elisa, honey get this man cleaned up before he stains anything else."

"Yes mam." Ellie grabbed my hand and pulled me to her bathroom while Mrs. Winston dragged Dr. Winston down the hall. Once we were in the bathroom Ellie pulled the blood soaked towel from my face and made me stand over the sink. Blood was still running down but it had slowed some. 

"I can't believe your mother's letting us be together." I told her.

"Mom's always been the more understanding one of my parents. I guess she just saw how much we love each other and realized that we're meant to be together."

"I don't know. I feel like there's some sort of catch to this." I said examining my nose in the mirror. It wasn't broken like I'd thought and the bleeding was slowly down now.

"Here, let me do it." Ellie grabbed my face and turned me towards her and shoved tissues up my nose. "There, that outta do it." She then took a washcloth rinsing it with warm water and ran it over my face to clean the blood off me. "I'm sorry you had to take a punch in the face."

"No, no. You warned me so it's completely my fault." She smiled at me brushing my hair back from my face.

"I don't know how we're gonna make it to graduation." She took in the blood on my shirt and decided to take it off me. "Seeing you take that punch for me made me a little hot." 

"Ellie, no." I stepped back from her pressing my back to the door. Her hands were already rubbing my chest and down my abs, along my sides. "Ellie we just made a deal with your parents. We can't do this, we have to be strong."

"But I want you again..."

"Believe me, the feeling is mutual, but we can't break the deal. After you graduate you can have me as many times in as many positions as you like."

"Can't I at least help you get rid of this boner?" she asked looking down at the tent in my pants. "I mean that's gonna hurt if you try to drive all the way home with it trapped like that."

"Ellie, come on. Your parents are like down the hall."

"Exactly. All the way down the hall..."

She went to reach for my crotch, but I grabbed her wrist. "Ellie, I'm serious. Stop." She pouted.

"You never want to do what I want."

"Baby I do want to, but we have to control ourselves. This is our chance to be together and it'll pay off." She continued to pout poking out her lip. "Don't pout, Ellie." I took the opportunity to suck on her bottom lip. She tangled her hands in my hair and kissed me so intimately that I could have cum from just kissing. 

"Fine."

Dr. Winston

I walked in quickly behind my wife into our bedroom and slammed the door. Imogen sat down on our bed and let out a deep sigh. "Reginald, before you—"

"Imogen this is ridiculous! You mean to tell me that you've accepted our daughter dating someone six years older than her? Not to mention her teacher. I mean what kind of mother—"

"Oh Reginald, shut UP!" My wife shouted throwing her hands in the air. I narrowed my eyes at the woman that looked so much like my rebellious daughter. Her skin was the same smooth caramel that my daughter had, and even at 48 years old, my wife was still almost wrinkle free. Her brown hair was now streaked with gray here and there and she had picked up about 15 pounds after having our daughter, but she was still the spitting image of our daughter. The only thing that differed was her green eyes— they had been the first thing to attract me to her. Now they were looking up at me in utter annoyance underlined with hatred and anger. "Nothing that you have tried has worked. I'm done listening to you scream at my daughter and make everyone's lives miserable! We're doing this my way now."

"I just want what's best for her."

"Well you're acting more like a dictator than her father."

I sighed realizing my wife was right. Taking a seat on the bed next to her I took her hand between mine. I was as tired of fighting as she was and I knew that the longer I continued down this road, the more likely I was to lose my wife— I had already lost my daughter. "Well what am I supposed to do, Imogen? She's putting me in a serious predicament. I wouldn't let any other student get away with this, let alone my own daughter. It seems any move I try to make I end up being the bad guy. It's been that way ever since she became a teenager."

"I know you're just trying to protect her Reginald, but your anger is clouding your judgment." My wife turned to face me pulling her left leg up on the bed and leaving her right leg hanging. "You know, I wasn't always the 'good girl' that I am today."

I smirked and deciding to play along knowing that Imogen had been a pretty wild child when we'd met at 25. "Oh really?"

She nodded, "I was a lot like Ellie actually. And when I was 18, my father was just as stubborn, overprotective, and bullheaded as you are."

"I am not bullheaded!" I whined.

Imogen just rolled her eyes. "Anyway, because my father was so involved with the men I dated, I went out of my way to date boys that my father would disapprove of knowing each one I brought home would give him a small heart attack."

"That is cruel."

"I know, but I was a rebellious teenager. I lived to anger my father. So the last man I dated before I met you was known for being a delinquent. He had been held back in high school twice and so he was 20 years old when we were seniors. My father had managed to run off my last boyfriend and so I was looking for the most dangerous boy I could find, one that wouldn't be intimidated by a six foot six black man with a bat, and Snake Vecino was him." I raised an eyebrow at that. "Snake had been to Juvie twice, been suspended from school countless times, and even had gotten a girl pregnant when he was 15— she had an abortion."

"You dated someone named, Snake?"

She smiled, "I'm not proud." 

"You don't seem too embarrassed."

"My past is my past, all I can do is learn from it." She told me with a shrug.

"So what did your father do when you introduced him to, 'Snake'?"

"He flipped his lid. He screamed, he ranted, he even forbade me from seeing him."

"And what did you do?"

"I absolutely fell in love. I snuck out of the house to see him late at night on week days, I went to clubs with him after he got me a fake ID, and I even slept with him in the backseat of his chevy."

My eyes grew ten times their original size. "I did not need to know that."

"Like I said, I'm not proud. After a year of us dating I noticed a change in my father. He began to encourage me to go out with Snake and actually extended multiple invites for him to come to dinner at the house. It was then that I began to notice the many flaws Snake actually had like his smoking, his infidelity, and his open disrespect for authority. The night I broke up with Snake was the night I believe I realized everything my father had been saying was right. My father had invited Snake over for dinner yet again and the entire day at school he complained that my father was a 'boring old geezer' and whined that he was sick of having dinner at my house. That was the first straw. The second was when my father answered the door and tried to shake Snake's hand. He completely blew my father off walking inside grumbling about not wanting to be there. Once we were all at the table and finished an excruciatingly long meal, my father invited Snake to play cards with his friends that Friday night. His response was 'Get real old man,' and I lost it. I stood up from the table, grabbed Snake's arm and hauled him out of my house telling him to take his rude, uneducated, biker butt to hell and that we were through."

I jerked my head back. "Wow. Your father pulled a Yoda on you didn't he?"

Imogen nodded her head. "After I had married you, my father finally sat me down and told me how proud he was that I'd found someone he could approve of."

"But your father hated me when we started dating."

"No, he only pretended to hate you so that I would be more attracted to you. He told me he saw that I was hell bent on making decisions that were opposite his advice just to spite him, so he began to change his reactions to help me make the 'right' decision."

"That is ingenious," then the moral of her story hit me, "and that is exactly what you're doing to Ellie." She raised an eyebrow and smirked at me knowingly. "Oh you mad genius, you." I looked at my wife with pure love and admiration realizing I had been underestimating her parenting skills all this time. I pulled her to me and hugged her close. "I've been such an idiot lately and I've treated both you and Ellie horribly. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Oh honey, I knew you'd come around." 

Ellie

It had been a month now that the deal my parents made with Marcus and I had been struck, and I was in agony. Since the deal was made I was placed back in Marcus' history class. My father had even become friendly with Marcus again. He went back to speaking of him like the son he always wanted. Part of me felt really weird about that. I didn't like having my father keep us apart, but I didn't really like how approving of him he was either. Being back in Marcus' class had its pros and cons. Pro of course being that I could sit in class and gawk at him in all his blonde haired, blue eyed glory. Con being I had to sit through class with my panties soaked through— when I wore any that is.

Now sitting in class I watched as the muscles in his back rippled under his white button down. I could picture the scratch marks that had been once there from our intense love making. I remembered the feel of his shoulders flexing as he drove his hips up into me. "Ellie," he'd groan as he came closer and closer to—

"Ellie!" Marcus' voice snapped me out of my fantasy as I looked up into his ice blue eyes.

"Um, yes Mr. Hillman?" I answered embarrassed. How many times had he been calling me?

"The answer?"

"Uh, answer to what?" I asked completely unaware of what he was talking about. Other students in the class started giggling. Some of the nerds groaned upset he hadn't called on them. 

One of them even went as far as to shout out, "I know the answer Mr. Hillman!"

I rolled my eyes and muttered, "kiss ass," under my breath.

"Ms. Winston! If you weren't paying attention enough to answer my question then fine, but that does not give you the right to call other, more attentive students, names!" He scolded and turned to the 'kiss ass.' "Go ahead Meredith."

"The answer is Lewis and Clark," she responded arrogantly in her annoyingly nasal voice.

"Excellent. That's correct." 

"Yes well unlike some students, I listen when you teach, Mr. Hillman." Meredith continued.

This wasn't something that happened often. Meredith was a science geek, I was the popular queen bee. She knew I was not to be fucked with. I turned in my chair so that I could face her. "What, bitch?" The class broke out into a unanimous "ooooh." Meredith's friends all looked down at their papers obviously too afraid to challenge me. Where Meredith had gotten this sudden surge of confidence, I didn't know.

"Elisa Winston! I just told you about swearing in my class!" Marcus shouted. "Detention all next week."




Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 07



"All week! Mr. Hillman I'm a cheerleader and the Championship is next week!"

"You should've thought about that before." Just then the bell rang dismissing everyone. "Okay class, don't forget about the test on Monday! Have a good weekend!" Everyone rushed out anxious to enjoy their Friday. Everyone except me and Megan. 

"Megs I'll meet you in the parking lot," I told her and she nodded and headed out the door. Marcus was gathering his things and stuffing them into the dreadful leather briefcase he insisted on carrying no matter how many times I begged him to get one that wasn't ready to go to the dump.

"Can I help you with something, Ms. Winston?"

"Marcus no one's here but us."

He rolled his eyes. "If you're going to try to talk me out of detention it isn't going to work. You deserved it."

"Fine then make it Monday, Wednesday, Friday and I'll serve the other two the week after next."

He gaped at me. "I'm not negotiating this, Ellie."

"The semifinals and championship are on Tuesday and Thursday! I'm the captain of the squad, I can't miss these games!" I cried trying to reason with him.

"Well then maybe you shouldn't have called one of your classmates a bitch."

"She started it!"

"Was she wrong? You were completely zoned out today and didn't even realize I had asked you a question." I can't help that the man I'm madly in love with and desperately horny for is teaching my class and causes me to fantasize about all the naughty things he does to me behind closed doors.

"Oh whatever it was just today." I said waving him off.

"Really? Because ever since your father put you back in my class your grades have been dismal. You failed your last two tests. I mean do you even want to graduate?"

"I, I, of course I do! I just..."

"Maybe cheerleading is taking away from your study time. Detention might do you some good. My decision is final."

"Marcus!" I whined.

"Ellie, stop it." He told me harshly as if reprimanding a little kid.

"Don't do that. You know I hate that. I am not a child." I growled getting in his face.

"Then stop acting like one!" 

"Why are you being such a jerk?!"

"Why are you being such a brat?!" Now we were face to face, less than an inch from each other. I could feel his hot breath caressing my lips and even though my mind was furious with him, my body was already reacting to his proximity. I was fighting like hell to keep from kissing him but my body was in revolt. My mind was trying to focus on how mad I was, but my pussy was throbbing with need. 

"If I'm such a brat why don't you date someone your own age?!" I never did say the smartest things when I was upset.

"Don't. Test. Me." He whispered low and threatening. "You won't like the result."

"Are you threatening me?"

"How can I threaten you? We aren't even together!" He screamed. That one hurt. Marcus ran his hair through his blonde mane and sighed loudly. "Can we not do this now? I really don't have the energy for your petty bullshit today, Ellie."

"What the fuck does that mean?!"

"It means you're picking a fight when you're clearly in the wrong! I'm not in the mood right now and you have another class to go to and I'm not writing you a note for tardiness. I'll see you in detention next week."

"No you won't," I scoffed.

"Well then you'll be suspended. Goodbye Ms. Winston."

"You won't suspend me."

"I have another class coming in. Goodbye Ms. Winston." He waved me off infuriating me even more.

"Asshole."

"You want detention for the rest of the school year?" I didn't answer him and chose to walk out before he pissed me off any more— if that were even possible.

As I walked through the hallway I decided I was too angry to go to my next class so I headed to the courtyard where I could just relax and cool down. When I got outside I replayed everything that had just happened again in my mind. As my teacher, maybe Marcus had a right to give me detention, but as my boyfriend he knew how important these games were and that I had to be there being the team captain. This "strictly professional" relationship was really beginning to grate on my nerves. When Marcus and I were regularly having sex, we got along great, but now we were both easily frustrated and it was causing us to fight.

"Ellie?" I turned to see Jason standing next to the bench looking at me questioningly.

"Oh, hey Jason."

"What are you doing out here? Skipping a study hall or something?"

"Nope, gym," I corrected.

"Wow, you're bold. Coach Lineman hates when people skip. You know he'll check with your first period teacher and see if you're here for the day, right?"

"Yeah, but Coach Lineman is, just like most gym teachers, a pervert. All I have to do is flirt a little bit and he melts like butter. God forbid I wear a tight shirt to gym. I'm almost positive one day I made him cream his pants while I was stretching."

Jason laughed and shook his head in disbelief. "Mind if I join you then? I have study hall and between you and me, I'd much rather spend the period out here with you than Mrs. Battle." We both shuddered thinking about the creepy old librarian.

I shrugged, "please do."

"So, why are you skipping? I mean if you can flirt your way out of detention couldn't you flirt your way out of participating?"

"Just got a lot on my mind is all." 

"Well then you are in luck, Miss Winston because I happen to be a great listener and an awesome problem solver." He flashed an award winning smile. 

"Jason you don't want to hear me whine about my problems."

"I don't mind." He shrugged. "Is it about this morning in history class?"

"Sort of."

"Well if you ask me, Meredith had it coming. I mean why would she even try to piss off the most popular girl in school?" He shook his head and chuckled, "you should have kicked her ass. And there's no way you deserved a week's detention and Meredith nothing."

"Yeah well Mr. Hillman didn't seem to see it that way." Now it was my turn to laugh. "It would have been pretty fun to kick her teeth in though."

"Yeah, but it would've been a shame to let the prettiest girl in school get in a fight."

Turning, I met his brown eyes. Looking at him now I could see his eyes were a light brown, not quite hazel but not as dark as I'd originally thought. Noticing this also made me realize I was more attracted to Jason than I allowed myself to admit. My friends had asked me a few times why I wouldn't go out with him, and my reasons had fallen upon deaf ears, and now I was beginning to see why. Jason was really good looking, sweet, kind, and funny and even though I constantly turned him down, here he was trying to comfort me when I was upset. This puppy dog crush he'd had on me was more serious than I had imagined, but what was worse— I was starting to develop a bit of a crush on him too.

"So you think I'm the prettiest girl in school?"

He looked me dead in my eyes, "nah."

"Uh," I scoffed.

"I think you're the most striking woman I've ever been privileged to lay eyes upon." That made me blush, and put my head down staring at the pleats of my short skirt. He gently took my tiny hand between his large cream colored ones. I could feel the callouses from hours of weightlifting and football tossing and my perverted mind began to wonder what they would feel like in... other places. "Go out with me Ellie," he asked once more. I looked up into those pleading brown puppy dog eyes and felt my resolve crumbling.

"Dating high school guys has never gone well for me."

"Okay then, it's not a date. Consider it a friendly outing."

"I don't know, Jason," I hesitated.

"Come on, give me a chance, Ellie," he begged turning those eyes on me. How could I really say no to him with those puppy eyes filled with so much hope?

I let out a long sigh, "okay, but it's not a date." His ears perked up and he squeezed my hand with excitement.

"Sweet! I'll pick you up at 6 tonight. And I'm going to walk away now before you can change your mind!" He told me popping up off the bench and practically skipping off back into the school.

Marcus

Getting through the rest of the day was only by the grace of some higher being. I was completely distracted and I barely got through the lessons of the five other classes I had to teach. I hadn't meant for this morning to get as bad as it did, but something about Elisa Winston made me lose control. When I was around her, my mind was hushed and raw emotion took over. Lust, passion, anger, jealousy, aggression— they all went to the extreme when I was in her presence. But that was us, neither one of us liked to back down no matter how wrong we were. Looking back I knew I was going to cave and reduce her detention to probably just Monday, but the fact that she just ordered me to reduce it and expected me to bow to her will had infuriated me. I wasn't her puppet. I pulled my Honda into my drive way and stepped out slinging my briefcase over my shoulder. I was exhausted and just wanted a hot shower and a beer. Why did this girl always make me want to drink?

Before I could get the key in the door I was halted by my next door neighbor. "Marcus! Oh thank God you're here! Can you help me with this?" Mindy was a very pretty girl with a tight, toned body and busty chest. She had dark short hair and high cheekbones that made her look very youthful, but not too young. Her eyes were a soft green color and her skin was tanned from regular visits to a salon but still looked very natural as if she sat out on the beach everyday. 

"Um, I'm kinda beat, Mindy."

"Please? There's some... thing in my garage and I don't know what to do to get it out!"

"Thing like an animal? Call animal control, they'll get it."

"I called already, they say they're closed for the weekend and won't be able to send someone out until Monday. Marcus please, I really need to get in my car but this thing is freaking me out."

I sighed in defeat. What kind of gentleman would I be if I left this helpless woman to fight some rabid creature by herself? "Alright let me just put my bag down."

"Oh thank you so much! I'll be in my driveway, cowering like a little girl..." with that she bounced off— and I do mean bounced.

Once my briefcase was safely in my house, I went back outside to meet Mindy. She was standing in here driveway staring into the darkest corner of her garage with a frightened look on her face. "Okay so it's making weird noises now. I think I might have pissed it off when I poked it with the broom stick."

"Any idea what it is?"

"No, it just growls and hisses and me whenever I get close to my car door."

"Okay." I put on a brave face and grabbed the metal top from one of her garbage cans. "Wish me luck."

"Please be careful." With a nod, I slowly crept into the garage toward the corner where the animal was hiding. It must have seen me coming because it was growling and hissing as soon as I cleared the door. I held the trash can top lid out like a shield and crept closer to try and see what exactly it was. It was cowering behind a box clearly afraid. Now being this close I was able to really look at the thing. It was a tiny cat and it was covered in what looked like oil. The poor cat had its teeth bared and claws out ready to pounce, but I knew it was more afraid of me than I could ever be of it. He also looked like he was hurt. His paws were covered in dried blood and his entire right shoulder was still wet with the red liquid.

"Hey Mindy, you have any milk?" I asked. She eyed me curiously but nodded her head. "Go pour a little in a saucer or small bowl and bring it out her okay?"

"But, why?"

"Mindy it's a kitten and he looks hurt. He's probably hissing at you because he's afraid you'll hurt him worse. If we can lure him out and trap him, we could get him to a vet."

"A kitten?! Oh my gosh! Okay I'll be right back." True to her word, she was back in a matter of seconds with a small bowl of milk and a tiny plate of raw tuna. I took them from her setting the lid down and gently placing the dishes a few feet from the kitten but in front of the box to force him to come out and get it. "Oh my gosh he's bleeding. Poor baby!" Mindy whimpered putting her small hand over her mouth.

"We gotta back up so he doesn't feel threatened. Once he comes out we can try n get him in a box or something and take him to the animal hospital." Mindy nodded once again following my directions and backing away with me. It only took the kitten a few minutes to pounce on the food and he gobbled it up as if he hadn't eaten for days, and by the look of him, he probably hadn't. He was limping on the right shoulder and now that he was out I could see the deep gash running from his shoulder blade about halfway down his arm. My heart went out to the little guy. "Okay, so here's the plan. You get me a box or something and we'll put holes in it so he can breathe, then I'll sneak around the front of your car so I'm behind him and you back him into me so I can get him in the box."

"Alright, but won't he try to scratch you?"

"Yeah, he looks like a scrapper. I'll just have to be quick closing the box. I'm sure he'll start going crazy in there."

"Okay, well there should be a box somewhere over by the hood of the car that he'll fit in." Mindy told me pointing to the empty boxes in front of her car. I nodded and climbed over the neat piles of boxed knickknacks Mindy had pushed to the edges of the tiny garage to make space for the gold Nissan Maxima. Grabbing a box I quietly moved behind the little guy and opened it placing it down on the floor so that the opening was facing him. He was keeping a wary eye on Mindy as she moved closer to him. When she got too close for his comfort level he began hissing at her and raising his left paw preparing to scratch her. He slowly backed up as I imagined he would when she got close and ended up backing right into the box I was holding. I quickly closed the box and flipped it up so he couldn't get out and as I suspected he started going crazy clawing at the box and hissing. I felt bad having to trap the little guy, but there was no way he would go willingly to the vet with us. Now all I could hope was that he didn't manage to break out of the box in the car.

Two hours later Mindy and I were sitting in her living room wondering what to do with the kitten. The vet had sewn up his cut and washed him clean of the oil he had been covered in. He also gave the little guy all of his shots and trimmed his claws so he couldn't try to kill us. We were able to get him one of those cat kennels so we wouldn't have to keep him trapped in that box, but he still wasn't a huge fan of that, mostly I think he was afraid of being trapped— like all guys. The vet confirmed he was actually a boy and from the looks of him only about 7 weeks old. According to him, he was still at the age where he can be easily house broken if shown enough love and kindness.

"So what are we gonna do with him?" Mindy asked scratching her head.

"Not sure. I guess we could find him a good home," I said with a shrug sipping on the beer Mindy had gotten me— well the fourth.

"Why don't you keep him? I think he likes you more than me."

I scoffed. Me with a cat? "Not gonna happen."

Mindy got up from her chair and picked up the kennel with the kitten sleeping peacefully inside. "Come on, you can't just give him away! He needs a daddy."

"No he needs a mommy." I told her looking at her like she was crazy.

"I can't keep him, I'm allergic to cats." I gave her a wry look knowing that wasn't true. "Okay maybe not, but I can't keep him. He doesn't even like me."

"What makes you think he likes me?" Just then she opened the door to the kennel and slid the kitten out into my lap. "Whoa! Are you nuts?" I jerked back throwing my hands in the air.

"The vet cut his nails, Marcus. He won't kill you." Looking down at the kitten I relaxed realizing she was right. Now that he was clean I could see he was an orange and white striped tabby cat. I couldn't deny he was cute, but I still didn't really want a cat. Mindy went to pet him and in his sleep he moved closer to me nuzzling his head on my stomach. "Aw! He loves you! What are you gonna call him?"

"I-I never even said I would keep him Mindy!" But I knew I would. I couldn't let this little guy go anywhere else after the abuse he'd seen.

"Why not? What's really stopping you? It's not like you have anyone else living with you." Her statement made me think of Ellie and how much she would love this little guy. 

"El." I said running my index finger over his head. He purred a bit and stirred slightly. 

"What?"

"I think I'll call him El."

Mindy scrunched her nose. "Why, El?" Because I think my 'girlfriend' will like him? I thought.

I shrugged. "He looks like an 'El' to me."

"Alright then, little El now officially has a home and doesn't have to harass me in my garage."

I chuckled, picking him up and putting him back in the kennel and placing it on the floor by my feet. "I can't believe you were scared of a seven week old kitten, Mindy."

Mindy plopped down next to me. "Oh shut up!" she slapped my shoulder, "I didn't know what he was! I thought he might have been a raccoon!"

"You're such a punk," I told her poking her in her side several times making her giggle and squirm.

"Stop! Marcus I'm ticklish!" She cried.

"Oh really?" I smirked and gave up poking her and switched to tickling her instead making her squeal and beg me to stop. She had a cute laugh.

"Stop! Stop! Oh my Gosh you're gonna make me pee myself, stop!!" She whined and I finally stopped. Then I realized how close she was to me. Somehow during her squirming she had ended up halfway on my lap facing me with her breasts pressing into my chest. My hands had remained on her sides and she was now staring into my eyes. Her lips were parted and her green eyes hooded over with arousal. There had always been an attraction between Mindy and I from the 3 years ago that she'd moved in and I'd helped her haul boxes into her house from the U-Haul truck, but we had never acted on it. I had always kind of assumed Mindy had a boyfriend. A girl with a sweet personality and a body like hers was bound to be taken.

"Marcus?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you drunk?" she whispered.

"Not yet... why?" I asked a little taken back by her question.

"Because I'd feel really bad if I made a move on you while you weren't in your right mind." She then brought her lips down on mine. My eyes bugged out of my head and I froze not entirely sure what to do. I made no move to kiss her back despite how soft her lips felt on mine. She moaned against my lips and moved to completely straddle me. I felt my little soldier begin to react and this is when the rest of me unfroze. I placed my hands on her sides and gently pulled her back breaking the kiss.

"Mindy, I, I can't do this. I'm kind of seeing someone..." I let the end of my sentence hang there as realization crossed Mindy's face.

"Oh..." she immediately rolled off my lap and slid to the other side of the couch curling into a ball. A thousand emotions were crossing her face. Guilt, pain, hurt, embarrassment.

"I should have said something—"

"No, no I shouldn't have just assumed." She blushed. "She's a lucky girl."

"Nah," I smiled to myself. "I'm the lucky one." I picked up the kennel with my new found pet in it and stood. "I should go."

"Yeah, probably." Mindy walked me to the door and when she opened it I stepped through with her leaning in the doorframe. "Marcus, I really hope I haven't made things awkward between us."

"No way. We're cool. You know you gotta come visit little El here and all that. He's kind of yours too." She just smiled. "I'll see you later Mindy."

"Yeah. Thank you for helping me today." She stepped up to me and planted a friendly kiss on my cheek.

"No problem, Mind. I'll catch you later."




Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 07



Ellie

I watched from my spot across the street as Marcus left her house. How could he do this to me? To us? So this was why he'd said we weren't 'together' earlier today. He was creeping with the whore next door. God how could I have been so stupid? I had Jason drop me off here after our 'non-date' so Marcus and I could talk things out. (Of course I told him this was my friend's house and not our history teacher's.) Now that I was calm I realized I had been a little ridiculous in class today and I wanted to apologize. Fat lot of good that did me.

Hidden by the darkness of night, I watched as my 'boyfriend' left this mystery slut's house at nearly 12am laughing and stumbling a little. He had been drinking. That didn't really make me feel better. He was angry and drunk— there was no doubt in my mind he'd slept with her. Tears leaked down my face as the pain and hurt of his betrayal set in. Jason had taken me to the Carnival and we'd had an amazing time, but at the end of the night when he'd tried to kiss me, I'd pushed him away telling him that I was in a relationship. Apparently I was the only one that thought so. 

I took my time getting home wallowing in my misery and nursing a broken heart. When I got in the house, my parents were already asleep knowing I was out with Jason. My father had given me an extended curfew— surely because he was happy I was out with Jason instead of with Marcus. He would be thrilled if he knew what I'd just seen. Without really thinking about it I climbed the stairs to my room and striped into my underwear. I fell into a dreamless sleep just wishing for my Prince to finally come and save me from the hell that was my life.



Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 08



Ellie

When Monday rolled around I was exhausted from crying almost the entire weekend. Everything I had believed about Marcus had been a lie and now I was heart broken and miserable. I felt like such an idiot. How could a 24-year old Greek God like him actually stay true to me? And why had I been stupid enough to honestly believe he would be? I was dreading going to first period and watching Mr. Jackass teach and carry on through life like nothing was wrong. How many times had he told me he loved me, then gone home and fucked his slutty little neighbor?

I walked into the classroom with a sullen look on my face as depressing as the enormous bags under my eyes. "Good morning Ellie," Marcus greeted me as I went to my seat.

"Yeah whatever." His face turned up into a confused look of concern, but he quickly shook it off and began class. I was about to take my usual seat next to Megan, but I saw Jason sitting behind her and my mind quickly devised a plan. I sauntered over to his desk putting on my flirtatious smile. "Hey Jason."

"Hey Ellie," he smiled up at me like an eager puppy.

I sat down on his lap and batted my eyelids at him. "How are you today, cutie?"

"I'm great now." He wrapped his arms around my waist and I giggled.

"It's great to see you."

"Miss Winston, you think you could find a seat?" Marcus was glaring at us from the front of the room and I could see the anger and jealousy in his eyes. 

"I'm in a seat, Mr. Hillman. It's rather comfy too." I tipped my head smiling cutely at him only making him angrier.

"In your own seat, Miss Winston." Marcus nearly growled at me, and I smiled satisfactorily.

Sinking low in my chair and folding my arms across my desk I made a pillow for my head. 

"Ellie, you okay? You look tired." Megan whispered leaning over so that only I could hear. Like I needed her to tell me that. I always looked good, and I was entitled to an off day. I chose to ignore her question and tried to take a nap. Unfortunately the little bitch, Meredith wasn't having it. She raised her hand summoning Marcus' attention.

"Mr. Hillman, I think Ellie might need to see the nurse. She's looking a little sickly today."

Marcus raised his brow to Meredith and looked over at me. With my head down no one could see the massive eye roll I gave in response to Meredith. I was in no mood to get another detention but I wanted nothing more than to jump up and slam her head into her desk until she begged me to stop— but I couldn't get away with that on school property.

"I'm sure Ellie can determine her wellness all on her own, Meredith. Thank you." 

"Just trying to help." She shrugged.

"I don't need your help Meredith." I snapped.

"No need to be snippy with me," Meredith continued shaking her head and looking down at her desk.

"Go screw yourself, Meredith."

Marcus turned red before screaming at me. "Ellie! Language!" 

"Screw is not a curse, but whatever, I'm done." Nobody spoke for the rest of class. Marcus had given us a reading assignment that I was opting out of for a nap. I knew Marcus could see me and I could feel the disappointment burning into the top of my head, but I couldn't have cared less. Before I knew it, Megan was nudging me waking me for 2nd period. I stood slowly and headed to the door, but I heard his voice calling after me. Damn.

"Ms. Winston. I'll see you in detention after school." I turned rolling my eyes and looking at him. He sat on the corner of his desk one leg on the floor and the other folded across like a college professor. 

"Right." I soaked the word in sarcasm hoping to drive home how angry I was in the simple exchange. The next time I saw him I wasn't quite as quiet though.



"What?" I asked taking an empty seat in the second row of my history classroom. Marcus kicked the door shut behind and took a seat at his desk. He was just staring at me as if he'd forgotten how to use language. "What?" I asked a little louder.

"What's wrong with you?" His baritone commanded my toes to curl and my skin to raise Goosebumps. 

"Oh like you care."

"Am I not supposed to?"

"Look I have to study for another class—"

"Really? Is it one you share with Jason on the bench in the courtyard?" Marcus asked his brow slightly up. "Yeah, I can see you from my desk." He pointed out the window behind him and sure as shit there was the bench.

"Oh I'm sorry, does my and Jason's connection bother you?" I smiled deviously at him knowing the effect my comment would have.

Marcus stood from his desk and strode towards mine maneuvering his territory with ease. He stopped next to me and I felt that distinct tingle between my legs when I saw the anger in those electric blue eyes. Fuck, why did he always manage to affect me? "Why do you insist on testing me, Ellie? We have problems and you run to some other guy?"

"Why not? You did."

"I'm sorry?"

"I know about your little whore of a neighbor Marcus. I saw you after the carnival." He cocked his head to the side and I crossed my arms over my chest looking straight ahead in an attempt to minimize his effect on me. "Nothing to say? Not even gonna attempt to lie your way out of this one?" 

Marcus

Wow. All I could think was, wow. Over and over like a broken record of disbelief in my head. She really just accused me of cheating with Mindy. 

"I don't have anything to lie about. Mindy is not a whore and we are not sleeping together."

"Ha! Her name would be Mindy like a little fucktoy." Ellie snorted. "What you get sick of black pussy and decided you like 'em pasty?"

"I am not fucking Mindy. She is my friend." I sighed and shook my head. "I can't believe you're even saying all of this."

"I saw her kiss you!"

"On my cheek. You cannot be this ridiculously immature."

"Oh I see! You got your fill of high schoolers and now you're prowling the neighborhood. Stop playing the victim because you started this with me. You knew how old I was."

"Yeah, and somehow I still fell for you. Imagine that."

"Whatever Marcus, you can fuck whoever you want, it's really no skin off my back. We both know I'll have somebody new by the end of the day."

"So this is why you were hanging all over Jason? To get a reaction out of me, during class?" I was beyond furious, but Ellie Winston's pull on my body was so strong. I was thrown by the way she was acting, upset that she didn't trust me, but most of all I was angry that she was speaking to me the way she was. I didn't jump in her face and accuse her of cheating after class— and after the horrid display I was forced to sit through I damn well could have. But this was what made Elisa Winston so enticing to me. From the moment I saw her, my cock twitched at the mere inflection of her voice. 

"You're a grown ass man and I can't control you. Whatever reaction you had to me flirting with Jason would have been entirely on you." Ellie turned her head and smirked at me slightly lifting one perfectly arched eyebrow daring me to disagree with her sound logic. Checkmate. My erection was straining in my pants from pent up sexual tension and I decided I would let that out and teach her a lesson at the same time. 

I yanked her up and placed my left hand on her waist. I held her gaze for a second, and then gave her a smirk of my own. I spun her forcefully then pushed her toward the back right corner of my classroom. Her hardened nipples pressed against the only wall in the class that could not be seen from the door. Her tender ass cheeks massaged my hard cock as I molded myself into her backside and leaned close to flick her ear with the tip of my tongue. "Wow. I can't believe you're actually that..." I trailed off as my hand slipped down between her thighs, "immature." 

"That why you're," gasp, "fucking your," soft moan, "slut ass neighbor?" My other hand found her neck wrapping its fingers around that slender cylinder. Her pussy quivered under my fingers and I smiled. "She more mature than me?"

"I am not fucking her. I'm not going to keep trying to convince you." She was so wet for me. "Either you believe me or you don't." 

"Well I don't." Lesson time, I thought as I yanked her leggings off her ass revealing two caramel apples that I'd been longing to see for months. My hand had a mind of its own as it rained down two hard smacks on her cheek turning it red. "Aah, fuck! What the hel—" I tightened my grip on her throat.

"Ellie, for once, just shut the hell up." To my ultimate pleasure she scowled, but the tiniest moan escaped her lips. Her breathing was ragged and I could practically smell the arousal dripping through that tight spandex. "You are so dramatic." I chuckled lightly, "and sometimes that shit is so sexy, like now. I can practically smell your pussy creaming for me already," I slipped my index finger deep inside her slippery core making her moan again. "Yet you insist on pretending like you don't love feeling my hand wrapped around your throat, being pressed up against the wall like some little whore waiting to be violated."

"You're not, mmm, fighting fair." 

I stepped back from her and spun her again then pushed her down to her knees. "Take it out," I commanded her and she complied as if it were second nature. Her long fingers enticed my starving cock through my jeans so much that when the zipper opened, he practically popped out into her hand. 

Ellie licked around the head of my cock slowly, her eyes keeping contact with mine. "Like this?" she asked cutely as if she didn't know exactly what I liked. I groaned when her lips enveloped my cock in one straight stroke. She took all eight inches of me down her throat and I lost it. Ropes of creamy sperm spurted into her stomach as I relived my favorite dream of the last few months. 

"You are so fucking dirty, get up here." I gripped her wrist and manhandled her forward onto a student desk. She straddled the square table diagonally leaving her dripping pussy wide open to play with any way I wanted. Ellie took in a sharp breath as I drove home deep in her gushy pussy. 

"Tell me who's pussy is better? Huh? Do you jerk off at night thinking of me or her?" 

"I don't know, but if I fuck her in the near future, I'll call you to come watch." I slammed my dick into her as hard as I could, hitting her cervix. 

"Ugh, you're fucking sick," she grunted when I pulled all the way out and rammed back inside her. My strokes were hard and punishing. I'd count to 10 and slam into her and pull back out, then count to 5, pound into her and pull out, then 4 thrust in and pull out. I kept on that way picking random numbers until she was whimpering and begging me to make her cum. I leaned down bringing my lips close to her ear again.

"Oh you're gonna cum baby. You're gonna squirt for me like you did the first time I fucked you in the park." She sighed and moaned together producing the sexiest noise I had ever heard. 

"Oh God," she whispered as I increased my pace giving her hard deep strokes and a steadier pace, but I was only giving about 25% of my speed, and she noticed.

"Oh God Mr. Hillman please, fuck me harder, faster, please," she pleaded tugging the corners of my lips up into a smile. I picked up my pace to about 50%, her breaths were getting shorter and quicker. "More, baby, please?" I bumped up to 75% clapping my right hand across her arched back on her left hip and my left hand on her right. I used the desk as a fucking stand pile driving into her as she struggled to hold in her screams. We had learned from past experience that my neighboring colleagues never stayed past 3:30pm, and it was well past 4:30 now. But of course we couldn't take that risk, and it gave me all the more satisfaction as I pummeled her juicy pussy now at 100% until she squeaked her orgasm with her hand clamped over her mouth. 

"Yes baby, cum for me." I removed my left hand from her hip and wound back into a hard slap on Ellie's clit.

"Umm!" She bit down on her bottom lip just as the dam broke. I felt her hungry cunt clamp down on me as she squirted all over the desk, my hand, and both our pants and shoes. My body shivered as I exploded into her center filling her uterus with my cum. 

After pulling my satiated penis from my lover I grabbed some tissue and wiped us both clean. I drew hers out swirling my fingers around her outer lips. Her pussy jumped at the slightest touch. I loved to play with her pussy when she was still sensitive from orgasm. And so I flicked her clit with my tongue and she thrust her hips forward running from my menacing tongue. Her action backfired when her clit made contact with the cold surface of the desk. I brought my tongue back to her clit but decided to latch onto it with my lips to keep her from straying from me again. "Mr. Hillman please, oh, oh, oh!" She whimpered as she came again spurting more juice onto my mouth before I opened it to catch the rest on my tongue.

"Damn I'm glad you're on the pill baby, or you would definitely be pregnant." I told her lifting her from her hunched over position and pulling her onto my lap in the desk chair. She lay back against me breathing hard. 

Ellie giggled as I ran my hand along the wet skin of her thighs. "Every time I think I've been fucked past to my breaking point, you take it one step farther."

"And I'm only fucking you." My index finger dipped into her again and she gasped suddenly coming to life. Her hand slapped on top of mine trying to stop my wandering fingers, but they wouldn't be deterred. I pushed another deep into her making her whimper as she rapidly crashed into her third earth shattering orgasm. She passed out after that right there on my lap, pussy lewdly leaking all over both of us. I continued touching and caressing it as if it might disappear if I stopped.

I cancelled the cancelled all the detentions that conflicted with her cheerleading schedule after our passionate love making. Three days later I was suffering from a slight paranoia thinking that The Winstons would find out Ellie and I broke her deal and find a way to take her from me. I started to develop the insecurities not too far away from my young lover's. I began to wonder what would take her from me now. 

So on Thursday morning when Ellie was back to the same attitude, I asked her to come see after school again. She claimed that just because we fucked it didn't solve the problem. I still hadn't convinced her that I was completely and entirely hers...

"Well if you don't trust me, then maybe I should be fucking her." I growled after Ellie once again accused me of cheating.

"Go ahead. See if I give a fuck."

I shook my head. I don't think she realized how easy it would be for me to take her up on her offer. "I told you before to stop testing me."

"That's really beginning to sound like a threat."

I shrugged, "take it however you want."

"You know what? If you want that white girl then go ahead! I should have known you couldn't handle this black pussy anyway!"

I jumped off my desk and grabbed her waist steering her to the back of the room away from the door. "Keep your voice down!" I growled at her. "You know this has nothing to do with race and everything to do with your own insecurities and irrational jealousy."

"Oh so now I'm irrational?"

"Extremely."

"I saw you!"

"You're acting as if you caught me with my dick in her mouth or something. I am allowed to have a drink with my friend. Why are you being such a brat?"

I didn't even really listen to her response. It didn't matter. I could answer my own question. Ellie was acting like a brat because she was a brat. She didn't know anything about being with a man. She was one of those high school girls that claimed they wanted an older man opting for college guys, but that didn't change how old she was or how old she acted. We had been fighting like crazy for the past few weeks after her mother's proposition. I couldn't do anything without being suspecting of sleeping around. The only difference between the last 8 times and now was that she had actually seen me with another woman, even if we weren't doing anything.

"It's always going to be this isn't it?" I asked out loud interrupting whatever she was fussing about.

"What?" Ellie asked irritated that I had been tuning her out.

"This, us. We're going to be constantly fighting, you're going to accuse me of cheating every other day. After the excitement of a forbidden relationship is gone we're going to realize that we aren't right for each other. That we did all of this for nothing."

"So now we're not right for each other?"

"I don't know, Ellie, do you think happy couples get in major screaming matches damn near everyday?"

"Oh please, you're being dramatic."

"No, I'm being reasonable."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying what are we waiting for? Why are we waiting until you graduate to breakup? Maybe your parents are... right." I could see her heart break when realization hit her.

"You're serious."

"I don't see how I could be with a girl that runs off with another guy every time we fight and then rubs it in my face."

"It wasn't like that." She whispered as a single tear streaked down her cheek. I could tell she was holding them back and I wondered if she was trying to keep me from seeing it or so it wouldn't smudge her make up. I didn't want her to cry. No matter how angry I was I still didn't want her to cry, but I knew this was it for us. I wasn't turning back.

"Really? Because I watched you hang all over him all period." I pushed a hand through my hair trying to bring my anger down. There were still teachers in the building and I was still praying none of them had heard us already. "I think we should end this now." 

"Marcus," she reached her hand out as if she were going take my hand, but I moved before she could.

"Mr. Hillman." I corrected her, my voice cold and withdrawn now. Ellie's bottom lip quivered as she stared at me wide-eyed and hurt. It took every ounce of my self-control not to pull her into my arms and tell her I loved her and I didn't mean it, but this was for the best— even if it made us both miserable.

Meredith stood outside Mr. Hillman's classroom door in complete shock. Elisa Winston was having an affair with a teacher? She couldn't believe her ears. The fact that it was Elisa didn't surprise her at all, she was a complete slut and the entire school knew it, but Mr. Hillman? It was so unfortunate that he had tied himself to her, because Meredith had waited too long to let this opportunity slip away from her, even if it meant getting her favorite teacher fired. She had to admit that this new knowledge explained the favoritism Meredith thought she'd seen during the semester. "Finally," she whispered, "I finally have enough to take that bitch down." Meredith had been waiting 3 years to take down the self-proclaimed Queen of the school, and now it was time to put her plan in motion.



Ellie

I sat on the bench in the courtyard attempting to hold myself together. I had given up on gym class 3 years ago, and I damn sure wasn't going now. He had actually meant what he said to me. When I looked in Marcus' eyes, I knew that it was really over between us and it had ripped a whole in my chest. I also knew that I had assumed incorrectly about his neighbor, but it was too late. I had ruined the best thing that has ever happened to me.

"This seat taken?" I looked up to see Jason standing next to the bench smiling down at me. He wore a fitted gray Bert and Ernie crewneck sweatshirt and black jeans that hung just below his waist showing off his red and white boxers. It was at this point that I saw Jason in a way that I had never seen him before. I noticed the dimple in his right cheek, the natural waves in his short fade, and the olive tan to his skin from his Italian background. He was so cute standing there smiling waiting for permission to sit down next to me.




Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 08



"It is now," I told him smiling back. If Marcus wanted to break up, then fine. I guess I'd just have to find a man to take my mind off him. 

Jason sat down putting his bag down on the ground under the bench."So, are you ever gonna go to gym or am I going to have to skip every day now?" 

I laughed and touched my hand to his arm wondering if Marcus was watching. "Hey, I don't need you to keep me company. I'm a big girl."

"I know that, but I like keeping you company." He looked down at his hands fidgeting nervously. "Ellie, we had a good time on Friday, right?"

"Yeah, definitely." 

"And we... I mean, you do like hanging out with me... right?"

I tipped my head, "Jason, just say whatever it is. I'm not going to bite your head off." I said with an encouraging smirk.

"I just, I don't understand."

"Don't understand what?"

He took my hands in his and let out a deep breath. "You know how I feel about you, Ellie, how I've always felt about you. And I know you said that Friday wasn't a date, but I really think that we have something worth pursuing here."

"Jason, trust me you don't want to date a girl like me."

"You're right." I narrowed my eyes at him not having anticipated him agreeing with me. "I want to date you." If Megan and Taylor were here, I knew they would have awing at that like some gushy romantic comedy. "I just really wish that you would let me—"

"Okay." I cut him off knowing where he was going.

Jason's eyes widened and his brows shot up so fast I thought they might fly off his face. "Okay? Okay as in..."

"Okay as in you should ask me out again."

"Ask you out? Like, like on a date?" He was so cute when he was confused.

"Yes," I touched my hand to his cheek and looked into those brown eyes that I was beginning to like more and more. "Ask me."

"Uh, okay! Okay, I, wait you're gonna say yes right?" I laughed and nodded at him. "Alright," he blew out another breath and rolled his shoulders forward, "Elisa Winston, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?"

I noticed Marcus at the window of his classroom watching us and throwing me the evil eye. I stood up and turned to face Jason and my back to Marcus. "Alright, but this is our second date."

"I thought Friday wasn't a date."

"That's only because we didn't do this," I stepped closer to him straddling his legs and sat down on his lap. I could almost hear his heart pounding through his chest as I wrapped my arms around his neck slowly, drawing out the moment. His breath caught when I leaned close to him and flicked my tongue vertically across his lips. I hoped Marcus had seen that. I knew how much he'd loved when I did that to him. I could feel Jason's hands shaking as they traced the path from my knees up my thighs to my waist. "It isn't a date first date without a first kiss," I whispered just before pressing my lips to his. He kissed me back with intensity that conveyed how long he'd waited to do this with me. His hands moved to my lower back pulling me closer as his tongue parted my lips. His lips were soft, but not as full as Marcus'. Jason was a good kisser, but he could never hold a candle to Marcus Hillman, but unfortunately he was now all I had.

I broke our kiss and I could tell I had ended it a lot quicker than Jason had wanted. "So does this mean Friday was a date?" He smirked at me.

"That depends on how well you do this Friday." With that I stood and picked up my books. The bell would ring soon and my next class was all the way at the other side of the school by the gym.

"Friday," Jason beamed and I turned around heading to my class. I shot a quick glance at Marcus' window. He was gone, but the swaying blinds told me he had been standing there the entire time. He had seen me kiss Jason, and as immature as it may have been, I smiled to myself hoping that I had hurt him as badly as he had hurt me.

Jason was beyond nervous. He thought his heart was going to leap out of his chest at any given moment as he stood on the Winston's front porch. "Ring the damn doorbell," he muttered to himself hoping that if he spoke the command his hand might actually move. "Dammit man, get your shit together and ring the bell!" Jason had the urge to slap himself in the face. He had finally gotten his chance with the girl of his dreams, and now his stupid nerves were going to fuck it all up. Like it matters. She doesn't really like you anyway. There it was again, that nagging voice that pointed out everything that could possibly go wrong in his life. She's just another slut that'll dump you as soon as something better comes along.

Jason shook his head hard hoping to shake the negative voices in his head. He wasn't going to let anyone ruin this day for him, not even himself. With a new found willpower, Jason lifted his right hand and pressed his index finger to the doorbell. He looked down at the wild roses he had bought on the way over hoping Ellie would like them. It had taken over an hour for him to pick the right ones, and even then he had turned around and bought three more bouquets and put them in his trunk— just in case. The huge wooden door swung open and Jason was greeted by the familiar face of his principal. "Evening, Dr. Winston, I'm here—"

"To take my daughter out, I know! Come on in here, son." Dr. Winston stepped back allowing Jason to step across the threshold into the house as he closed the door behind him. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"No thank you, sir." Jason answered looking his school principal in the eye. He looks like Uncle Phil on Fresh Prince, the nagging voice in his head was still there doing anything it could to ruin his special night. Anything to break his focus.

"Sir, huh? I like that." Dr. Winston smiled taking a seat in the overstuffed recliner facing the huge plasma screen in the middle of the living room. "Relax, son. Have a seat. I'm not going to bite you or anything."

"Sorry sir," Jason said lowering himself onto the couch next to Ellie's father. "I guess I'm just nervous about tonight. I've been waiting so long to take your daughter on a date. I just want everything to be perfect."

Dr. Winston chuckled. "Nothing is perfect, Jason. Why I remember when I took Imogen on our first date—"

"Daddy, please none of your long anecdotes about the old days." Ellie appeared at the top of the stairs and Jason inhaled sharply as his eyes drank her in. She wore skin tight dark blue jeans with and a see-through sheer black blouse with small white polka dots on it. The shirt left the lacy black bra she wore underneath completely visible as well as the shining rhinestone belly ring that hung in the center of her naval. Her light brown hair flowed down her back and over her shoulders in loose curls bouncing as she took each step in slow motion— or at least Jason saw it in slow motion. Unable to see her feet from his angle, Jason hoped she wasn't wearing heels since he hadn't told her where they were going, just to dress comfortably. "Hey Jason," Ellie walked up to him slowly, her black riding boots clicking on the hardwood floor. 

"Ellie, you look..." He couldn't even find words to describe how he thought Elisa looked at that moment. Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, sexy, alluring, dazzling, amazing, and lovely all came to mind, but none of those really did her justice. "Wow."

"Well aren't you articulate?" Ellie smirked before pecking him on the cheek. "Ready?" Jason nodded and gestured toward the front door allowing Ellie to lead the way out. "Bye daddy," she called over her shoulder as they took their leave closing the door behind them.

They arrived at the skating rink in a few short minutes after an awkwardly silent car ride. Jason exited the vehicle first and nearly ran around to the passenger's side to open the door for Ellie. "Allow me miss," Jason extended a hand to his date to help her out of the car.

"Oh what a gentleman." Ellie took his hand and stepped out of the car taking in their surroundings. "The skating rink? We're going roller skating? Jason I can't skate!" 

Jason laughed closing the door to his range rover and clicking the lock button on the remote twice causing the headlights to flash. "Well then this will be even more fun than I thought."

After three hours of Jason trying— and failing— to teach her to skate, Ellie grew tired of falling on her ass and gave up. She decided to grab a drink from the snack bar and take a seat for a bit while Jason skated to a few more songs. He had offered to go with her, but she had insisted he get some skating in without her inexperience holding him back, and so now she sat watching him from the tables in the front. The boy had a real talent for roller skating, rolling around the circle backwards crisscrossing his skates to the beat of "I Don't Need It" by Jaime Foxx. He got so lost in the music as he skated and it gave her time to stare and admire him without looking like a creep. Jason's body was lean hard muscle of a starting quarterback and Ellie was really beginning to appreciate the way they all flexed as he moved. His blue plaid American Eagle button down clung tightly to his chest and with the sleeves rolled up she could see the tribal tattoo covering the length of his left forearm. His chest was exposed a little with the top two buttons being undone. The black jeans he wore were a little too big and hung halfway below his ass, his tight muscular ass that she was tempted to squeeze the entire time she was with him. She wasn't big on sagging, but Jason kept his pants at a somewhat acceptable height and so she didn't say anything, for now. 

Ellie began to wonder what time it was and she searched her pocket looking for her cellphone. "Damn," she whispered when she realized she had left it in Jason's car. Walking up to the wall circling the rink, she flagged Jason over. "Hey I left my phone in your car. Let me see your keys."

"Oh I'll come with you."

"Why? I'll be right back and you'd have to take your skates off."

"Well I'm done anyway." While his words said one thing, Ellie could hear the slight disappointment in his voice at having to leave the rink.

"No," she told him placing a hand on his tattooed forearm. "You stay and skate. I'll be back in two minutes." Ellie held out her other hand for his keys.

"Well what do I get in return?" Jason shot her a flirtatious grin pulling out his keys and dangling them just above her hand.

Ellie leaned in slowly batting her eyelashes and licking her lips seductively. She lowered her voice so that she was barely audible over the loud music. "What do you want?"

"I want a lot of things... but I'd settle for a kiss." Ellie grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her locking her lips with his. Her tongue invaded his mouth extracting a low moan from him. She let his top lip slip between hers and nipped it gently before pulling back and out of the kiss.

"How was that?" She asked biting her bottom lip.

Jason dropped the keys in her hand. "Hurry back." 

Ellie walked unlocked the door to Jason's range rover and bent over the seat in search of her phone. She wished she had thought to bring Jason's phone to call her own and listen for the ringer. "Damn phone, where are you?" She muttered to herself pushing her hand between the passenger's seat and the middle console feeling around for it. After about a minute of digging, her hand finally wrapped around the familiar shape of her Galaxy II. Just before she stood up she heard someone wolf whistle behind her. 

"Damn baby, all that ass in those jeans!" She suspected this clown was one of the drunken idiots that hung out in front of the skating rink until the staff called the police. Ellie rolled her eyes as she closed the car door and locked it. She looked over at the group of guys all with glass beer bottles in their hands. The leader was standing in front of them staring at Ellie with a perverted 'come hither' look. She shook her head and started to walk back to the skating rink hoping that they would leave her alone if she ignored them. "Hey girl I know you heard me talkin' to you!" He shouted when she got about halfway to the door. Ellie assumed the guy was in his mid twenties but his unkempt beard, ashy black skin, dirty hair, and raggedy clothes made him look like a 35 year old hobo. 

"Not interested, buddy!" Ellie called back continuing her walk to the door. Unfortunately the drunken man's friend beat her there and was now standing in front of the only entrance into the building with his arms crossed over his chest. The ring leader smirked at her as she realized she was in danger. "Look I don't have any money and if you don't leave me alone I'll have my boyfriend come out here and kick your ass."

The man laughed and chugged down the rest of his beer. "What that little prissy boy you came with? I'd fuck that little boy up sweetheart. If you care about him I'd leave him out of this." Ellie felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and she clicked her phone on and began to draw the pattern to unlock it. Once again she just wasn't fast enough. The man crossed the parking lot and snatched her phone from her hand just as she got it unlocked. "You wouldn't be about to call the cops would you? Because that might just piss me off."

"I'll scream," she gasped as he took another step towards her.

"I love a screamer..." The man smirked.

He ran a crusty finger along her cheek and she slapped his hand. "Don't touch me!"

"What you too good for me bitch?"

"Hey!" Ellie turned upon hearing that familiar voice to find that very familiar man standing by the door of the skating rink. "Is there a problem here?" Marcus asked glaring at the man holding Ellie's phone.

Ellie groaned. "You have got to be kidding me!" 

"This ain't none of your business white boy!" The man shouted at Marcus.

"I think it is my business," Marcus stepped protectively in front of Ellie readying himself for a fight. "You should really evaluate your next move. Get your buddies and leave now and I won't call the cops."

"Do I look like I give a damn about the cops?" The man moved closer to Marcus. "Call 'em, bitch."

"Marcus," Ellie whispered seeing her ex ball his fists as if he were about to hit the guy, "don't." She knew it wasn't going to take much more to set him off. His blue eyes were clouded with anger and she could tell that he was in no condition to fight, because after what he'd done to the cab driver on her behalf, she knew he'd have a problem stopping. Ellie placed her hands on his forearms hoping she could keep them at his sides. "I'm okay, just let it go." 

The man smirked at Marcus and shook his head. "Yeah white boy step aside. You know you couldn't handle a woman like that anyway. Leave that to the black men." Marcus lunged forward trying to hit the guy, but Ellie tightened her grip on his arms holding him back. She could tell his was losing his temper but he was trying to stay in control for her, because he could have easily broken free of her hold. "I'll give her back, but the next time you fuck she'll be screaming my name."

Ellie was losing him, and she knew she had to act fast. She had to get his mind off of this jerk standing in front of them or he just might kill him. "Marcus, come on, let's just go," she pleaded but he wasn't moving and so she did the only thing she knew would distract him. She grabbed his chin, yanked his head to the side, and kissed him hard. Marcus groaned at the feel of Ellie's lips against his slowly shifting his focus from murdering the asshole in front of him. No one knew him the way Elisa Winston did, and he knew that she was trying to distract him to prevent him from killing this idiot. Marcus had never been very good with self control. 

Ellie kissed Marcus for what felt like an hour before she felt some of the tension in his muscles release and he began to kiss her back. It had been weeks since the last time she'd kissed him and she had almost forgotten how soft and full his lips were. She had almost forgotten how great of a kisser he was. Almost. Marcus broke the kiss when he felt he was cooled off enough to handle the guy in front of him. The man was standing there angrily glaring at the two of them. Marcus recognized that look. He had received that look at least once every time he went out with Ellie. It was a look of disgust and disapproval. The look that said, "Another white man snatching up our fine black women."

"I think the lady likes the way I handle her just fine." Marcus smirked at the guy and he just snorted his disapproval. "Now why don't you move along, before I call the police to help you." The crusty hobo looking man didn't argue this time. He simply turned and walked back to his crew and signaled them that they were leaving.

Ellie let go of a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "That was close. I thought you were going to kill that guy."

"I was," the distant edge to his voice that she'd been hearing ever since he'd ended their secret relationship was back now. As much as Elisa wished that kiss had changed his mind about them, his tone only confirmed that it hadn't. She was still gripping his left arm as if he might disappear into thin air if she let go, but now that the threat to her was gone he shook her hand off of him and began to walk back towards the skating rink.

Ellie chased behind him, her heels clacking against the black concrete of the empty parking lot. "Hey wait!" Marcus didn't slow his stride, or turn around, or even acknowledge that she was trying to talk to him. "Marcus!" She called as she picked up her pace trying to match his.

He spun abruptly and met those hazel-green eyes that had once captured all of his attention. "This doesn't change anything between us, Ellie. You know that, right?"

Ellie tried to cover the hurt his words inflicted upon her heart, but he had seen it. "I know that."

"Good." He turned back around and started to walk away from her again, but she reached out and grabbed his hand. 

"Hey," she narrowed her eyes at him feeling her own temper rising. "I just wanted to say thank you. Fuck, Marcus, just because we broke up that doesn't mean you have to be a complete jerk."

"What am I supposed to be happy? Why is it every time we break up you put yourself in a position to get raped?" Marcus shouted at her throwing his hands in the air. "You think for once you could wear some normal fucking clothes? I'm not always going to be there to save your ass!"

Ellie jerked her head back in offense. "Well excuse the fuck out of me! Not too long ago you loved my fucking clothes!"

"Why don't you grow up, Ellie?"

Ellie could feel the sting of tears in her eyes, but she refused to cry in front of this man. She didn't even know the man in front of her. This wasn't her Marcus anymore. Her Marcus wouldn't speak to her like that. "Why do you even care? If it's such an inconvenience for you maybe next time you should just let me get raped."

"Maybe that'd teach you to stop dressing like a slut."

Ellie was not one to tolerate disrespect and she couldn't believe he had just said that to her, which was why her natural reflex was to bring her hand down hard across his face leaving a burning red mark on his tanned skin. "You know I'm glad we broke up for good this time, because now I can see what a fucking asshole you really are." She stormed away from her ex-boyfriend leaving him standing there holding his face. 

When Ellie walked back into the skating rink Jason was sitting by the snack bar eating some French fries. The entire ordeal in the parking lot had taken about 20 minutes and she wondered why he had his shoes on already. She walked up behind him and leaned down wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Hey I thought you were supposed to be skating."

He took her hand off him and brought it to his mouth kissing the back of it. "Told you I was done. You find your phone?"




Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 08



"Yeah it took me a while, but I got it."

"Cool. I was getting a little worried. If you hadn't come back in about another minute I was coming out to see if you had been kidnapped or something." 

Ellie kissed the side of his head and smiled. "Nope, just fine." She thought it was a good thing he hadn't come outside. If he had seen her kissing their history teacher he probably would have flipped his lid.

"Well I should get you home before your dad comes to find us and tries to kill me for keeping you out so late."

She looked at her phone seeing that it was only 10pm. "I think we have a couple hours before that would happen." She brought her lips to his ear, "and I know just what to do with them..."

Marcus watched from behind the front counter as Ellie hung all over Jason. He was holding a foam ball from one of the reward bins for the arcade and he was squeezing the shit out of it. Technically he had no right to be mad that she was out with Jason. Hell he should have been happy that she wasn't trying to get him back. This was what he'd wanted... wasn't it?

Ellie looked so happy with Jason. One would never suspect that she had just kissed him as if her life depended on it in the parking lot. But that was Elisa Winston. She was a great actress. For 9 months she had yanked around his heart and claimed to have fallen in love with him, but if it was love why did he seem to be the only one heartbroken? He had just declared their relationship over on Monday and she was dating Jason by Friday. Not to mention the day they'd broken up she'd made out with Jason in the courtyard where he could clearly see them. Was this fun for her? Was this some sort of payback for ending things between them? 

Marcus was way too angry to give a damn what her reasons were for rubbing her new relationship in his face. It was taking everything he had to control his possessive instincts. It was times like this that made him wish the human race was still a bunch of barbaric cavemen. That way he could walk over and club Jason over the head, throw Ellie over his shoulder, and scream, "MINE!" But Elisa Winston no longer belonged to him. Even in a month when she graduated from Winston Preparatory Academy, she would not be his. 

Part of him felt like he'd made a huge mistake on Monday— a large part of him, especially his penis. He had thought about taking Mindy out, but he knew he wasn't really interested in Mindy. She would just be a distraction, and he would feel horrible afterwards for using her. But this was torture. He was beginning to regret taking the weekend job here at the Pines Roller Rink to make a little extra cash. If he had known that he'd have to watch the women he loved all over some other guy, he probably wouldn't have. 

"Hey Marcus, some kid threw up in the bathroom," the manager appeared next to him behind the counter. "I'll take the prize counter." Marcus groaned grabbing the cleaning bucket and brush from the cabinet under the counter. He was really, really beginning to hate this job.

Jason watched as Mr. Hillman walked over to the bathroom with a bucket and a toilet brush. He decided it was time for a word with his history teacher, man to man. He untangled himself from Ellie and told her he was going to pee really quickly before they headed out. He was excited about her plans and wanted to get right to them, but he had a small situation to handle first. When he got to the bathroom, Jason could hear Mr. Hillman grumbling about nasty little kids as he scrubbed the toilet in the handicapped stall.

"Whew, that shit smells horrible," Jason said leaning against the stall door holding it open. 

Marcus looked over his shoulder at his student and then went back to cleaning. "Yeah."

"Almost as bad as a pedophile teacher with a thing for one of his students." Jason's tone turned accusatory and Marcus' head snapped up to look at him.

"Excuse me?"

"I saw you kiss Ellie in the parking lot you creep." Jason snapped crossing his arms over his chest.

Marcus shook his head. "I don't date students Jason."

"Yeah, yeah whatever. I saw you. Because I care about Ellie, I'm not going to report you, but I swear if you touch her again—"

"You'll what?" Marcus dropped the toilet brush and stepped close to Jason fighting the urge to hit him. "I didn't kiss her, she kissed me. Maybe you should keep better tabs on your girlfriend."

Jason narrowed his eyes at his teacher. "Yeah exactly. Ellie is my girlfriend. So from now on you make sure you keep your relationship professional, or I swear I'll tell her father and get you fired."

Marcus chuckled. "Kid, you don't have any clue about me and Elisa. I'm not interested in her anymore, and quite frankly, you could do a lot better." 

Jason grabbed Marcus by his collar and pinned him up against the bathroom wall. "I'm only gonna tell you this once. Stay away from her." With that he let go and stormed out of the bathroom.

"Great. Somebody else knows," Marcus grumbled under his breath. 

Ellie

"Are you sure?"

I giggled slowly nodding my head giving him my best 'come hither' look. I beckoned him to me with my index finger licking my lips. "Come here."

He walked towards me slowly as if he were trying to build up the anticipation. It had been weeks since Marcus and I had been together and my panties were dripping at the idea of being filled to capacity. But first I wanted to taste him. I wanted to swallow his entire shaft and make him spurt into my mouth gasping and begging me to stop. I could see his erection tenting in his shorts making my mouth water. He looked so appetizing standing there in front of the bed eyeing me up and down.

I reached for his zipper yanking it down swiftly and guided his hard cock through the opening in his boxers. "Fuck," he groaned as my hands caressed his shaft and I smiled up at him. 

"Not yet..." Just then I engulfed him with my mouth sucking my lips tight around him while I moved my head back and fourth across him. I started slow at first, teasing him. He let a deep moan rumble from his chest. If my mouth wasn't so busy I would smiled with satisfaction. 

I pulled my head back and off of him his cock leaving my mouth with a pop. I kissed the mushroom head and ran my tongue across my lips cleaning his pre-cum from them. He shivered as I kissed and licked all over his shaft stroking it with my right hand. I could tell he was close. I could feel his cock tightening as his cum traveled through it. Wanting to feel him explode in my mouth, I wrapped my lips around him again. 

"I'm so close, Ellie," he whispered bringing his hand to rest on my hair. My eyes widened when I felt the pressure of his hand on top of my head. My mind flashed back to Marcus. It was as if I was in a movie and his hand had triggered all the memories of Marcus and me playing in a loop in my head. 

I jerked my head back and off of Jason. "I can't do this." His brown eyes clouded with concern and shock. 

"Ellie its okay. We don't have to."

"I'm sorry Jason. I thought I was ready for this, but I'm not. I sprang from his bed grabbing my purse nearly running out of his house. Jason was calling after me, but he wouldn't get very far since I had left him with his dick at attention through his fly. I ran for the bus stop looking at the time. 11pm. The last bus had already run and I only had my card on me anyway so I decided to call for a cab. After hanging up I text Jason to let him know that I was taking a cab home and that I would call him tomorrow. I felt bad for leaving him so suddenly like that, but I couldn't handle being with Jason. I realized the only reason I went out with him was to take my mind off of Marcus, but our kiss tonight had sparked feelings that would take much longer to dissolve. I just wasn't ready to be with anyone else, no matter how much I may have actually liked Jason. My heart still belonged to Marcus Hillman.



Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 09



Jason sat on the wooden bench in the courtyard waiting for Ellie to show for 2nd period. She had kissed him on his cheek and rushed out of history class like a cheetah, so here he sat. It was now 20 minutes into the period and he was beginning to feel foolish, constantly following Ellie around like a little puppy dog. He needed to know what else was going on with her and Hillman, and he knew exactly who to go to.

Jason took the long walk to the basement where the AV geeks could usually be found during free periods. He was happy to find just the girl he was looking for sitting at the monitors doing whatever AV geeks do. He began to explain his plan to her. 

"I don't know, Jason. I feel like that's some kind of felony." Meredith whined nervously pushing her black wire rimmed glasses further up her nose. Jason let out a frustrated sigh looking at Meredith with a flirtatious smile.

"Come on, Mere, there's got to be a way. I need to know if something weird is going on."

"So you ask me to bug Mr. Hillman's classroom? No way! I'm not helping you." Jason was trying his hardest not to let his frustration take over ad make him lose his temper. Meredith would do what he wanted, one way or another.

"Then help you." Jason stepped close to Meredith and leaned down to her level resting his hand on the back of her chair. "I know you want to take down the Queen. Everyone does. This might be your chance to do it."

Meredith's slow realization reminded Jason of the Grinch planning grand larceny. "Proof that Ellie and Mr. Hillman are sleeping together would ruin her. Everybody would finally see her for the huge slut that she is." Her lips curled into a sinister smile one might only see in a Dr. Seuss movie. "Actually, I might have something already..."

"Show me." Jason knew Meredith would jump at the chance to take Ellie down, but that wasn't what Jason wanted at all. He just wanted Marcus Hillman to leave his girl alone once and for all. He wanted to have the Queen to himself. He needed her to rely on him and not on their son-of-a-bitch history teacher. Meredith had been smiling the entire time, knowing that the video would destroy Elisa, but Jason had been mortified. He watched as his girlfriend moaned and groaned with pleasure as her teacher fucked her into submission. 

"Can you take the sound out?" He asked Meredith. 

"Why on Earth would I do that? Then it looks like rape." Meredith asked him quizzically. 

"Just do it!" He shouted making her extremely aware of the fact that they were alone in the AV room in a dark basement where no one could hear her if she screamed.

"A-alright, I'll take the sound out." Meredith was so nervous from this point on, her hands were shaking. She could see Jason's face turning red as the vein in his neck bulged and throbbed as the video progressed. He was really scaring her.

They watched as Marcus pushed Elisa down on her knees and she sucked him off, and it only got worse from there. Hillman was slapping her ass and pussy like he owned it, but when he bent Elisa over the desk and drove into her Jason lost it. 

"She's really fucking him!" Jason shouted as he grabbed a box of old cords and headphones and threw it against the closed door.

"Oh my God!" Meredith screamed ducking low into her chair. "Jason! Calm down!" Jason was already too far-gone to calm down. His vision was blurry and red as he continued to trash the AV room with no regard for Meredith's safety. He threw everything he could get his hands on. Headphones, microphones, and speaker wires flew around the room as Jason took his frustration out on the AV equipment. 

"That son-of-a-bitch is gonna pay!"

"Jason, please! You're not even supposed to be in here!" Meredith cried ducking low in the black office chair and covering her head with her hands. 

Jason spun Meredith's chair around to face him. "Give me the tape!" He exclaimed and Meredith hurriedly ejected the DVD and handed it to him. With his blackmail method in hand, Jason stormed out of the AV room much to Meredith's relief.

Elisa felt so out of her element. She hadn't actually gone to gym class all year, but now she was walking around the basketball court in the gym with Megan. Mr. Curtis decided that they could walk around as class participation but since Ellie hadn't been attending class, she of course had to change. She was forced to borrow Megan's spare shorts that on her, were totally cute. On Elisa, however, they were tight and riding up her ass like a thong. Mr. Kurtis looked rather pleased as she walked out of the locker room nodding his head slowly in approval. 

"Ewe, girl he is totally eye raping you right now." Ellie laughed as she strode along the rectangular path next to her best friend.

"That's because your tight ass shorts are only covering 1/4 of my ass!" The two girls giggled for a long time just enjoying each other's company.

"Speaking of eye rape, how goes your love triangle over there?" Megan finally brought up Elisa's drama filled love life and she had to applaud the ten minutes of normal conversation she allowed beforehand.

"It's not a triangle. I told you, I'm... dating Jason."

Megan rolled her eyes; her long dark hair wafting back and fourth across her back as she shook her head. "At least try and sound happy about it."

"What do you mean? I am happy about it."

"You're not acting like it. Still upset about the way 'he-who-shall-not-be-named' ended things?"

Ellie let out a sigh as her feelings for Marcus surfaced at the mere mention of their break up. "I guess." She threw her head back dramatically in frustration. Everything that she had been holding in just came flooding out like water crashing over a broken dam. "And believe me I feel so stupid feeling that way, but how can I not? I mean he really just gave up on us! After everything we've been through. And Jason, poor innocent Jason would go to the ends of the Earth just to be my friend. He buys me flowers, and takes me out, and makes me feel special, but it's just not the same."

"You know a lot of girls in this school would kill to have Lee , the runner-up Jason. And you're holding onto the real thing and don't even want it." Lee was the second-string quarterback on their football team that only played when Jason needed a break or was injured.

"It's not like that, Megs! I do really like Jason, but with Marcus it's different. When we're together, no matter how mad I am at him there's always this overwhelming need to be around him. I want our complicated, heart wrenching, soul shattering, drama filled love. I don't know how to love any other way..."

"So why are you with Jason?"

"Having Jason is better than nothing, no matter how fucked up that sounds. Besides, I told you, I do like Jason."

"Well you're not gonna really be able to be with him until you stop pinning over Marcus, so maybe you should just go talk to him."

"The ever logical Megan strikes again." Ellie muttered. "If it were that simple then I'd be over it. But when we're around each other, we're either tearing each other's clothes off or screaming at each other."

"Oooh, kinky." The girls were all smiles and giggles until Elisa noticed that the period would be ending soon.

"We should go get changed now." Just then Dr. Winston's voice came over the loudspeaker calling his daughter to his office.

"Uh oh, think daddy dearest heard our convo?" Megan gave her that classic "ooooooh" face little kids do when a classmate gets in trouble.

"I probably forgot lunch money or something. I'll bring your shorts back tomorrow after I wash them, ok?"

"Yeah, I'll see you later, good luck!"

When Elisa walked into her father's office, she could feel the frustration radiating off of him. He stood in the corner of the room next to the tall wooden bookcase. Elisa remembered everything about this room. Even with freshly painted blue walls and a new Martin Luther King poster hanging over his desk, she could close her eyes and describe any part of it. She had spent a great deal of time on her father's lap in the chair next to that bookcase, listening to tales of that heart-wrenching love she'd thought she'd found with Marcus or a life in the future where monogamist relationships were discouraged. Of course today, she wasn't here to have her father read Brave New World to her.

"Why, Elisa?" He asked her as soon as she sat down.

"Why what?"

He spun around turning his angry hazel gaze on his daughter. "Why would you risk your entire graduation by getting suspended! With your grades, if you miss a week of school, you'll need another year to graduate!"

"I, what?" Ellie looked at the open suspension request on the large metal desk. Scooping it up, she scanned it for the teacher requesting it.

"Seriously?!" Her temper hit the roof. "Daddy, I didn't do anything!"

"You skipped his detention! Elisa you know the consequence for missing detention at this school!"

"I didn't skip it, I just... forgot."

"Elisa!"

"Ugh!" Ellie spun heading out the door and down the hall to the classroom from hell. Now when she got to the classroom, Ellie knew he would be teaching, but being the Dean's daughter gave her a little pull. She opened the door and just leaned in the door frame, watching.

"Can none of you tell me when World War II ended?! My Lord what have I been teaching you people!" Marcus dramatically waved his arms in exasperation looking out at the class where not one hand was raised.

"1945." Ellie interjected relieving the class of the burden of answering.

"Miss Winston, a very unexpected surprise. What can I do for you?" What couldn't he do for her?

"I have this form from my father that he needs you to check out. Can I talk to you outside? It'll only take a second."

"Sure." He smiled knowingly as he strode past her and she shut the door behind him.

"You suspended me?"

"You skipped my detention." Marcus already knew exactly how this was all going to play out. He had been expecting her visit since he put in her suspension request, but he hadn't expected her to interrupt his class for it. 

"I forgot! Don't I at least get a chance to make it up?"

"I don't remember that in the handbook." To her utter annoyance, he still wore that smile as they argued.

"I can come today."

"I don't think you're grasping how this suspension thing works, Ellie."

"I'm a senior! You know I can't miss a full week of school now and still graduate! Please, there's got to be something else." Elisa pleaded with her eyes hoping that puppy dog face still worked on her ex.

"Fine. In school suspension. One day."

"Okay! I can do that! Thank you, Mr. Hillman!"

"With me." Right on cue that loud screeching noise of brakes being slammed on sounded through Ellie's head.

"I don't think my dad is going to approve that."

He shrugged and turned back to his classroom, "Fine, regular suspension it is." His hand went to grab the doorknob but she stopped him by stepping in front of him.

"Mr. Hillman!" She whined.

"Miss Winston," he imitated her only causing her anger to escalate.

"Marcus."

"Ellie."

She dropped her head to her chest in frustration. "Fine."

Without another word she stormed past him back to her father's office in a huff. He was still in the same position she'd left him in just sitting there with his head in his hands as if he were praying for the son he'd always wanted.

"He changed it to an in-school suspension."

"Better."

"With him."

"No."

"Daddy I have to."

"No you don't! I am the dean of this school and I am saying no."

She rolled her eyes, "Fine. Then I should go start collecting all my work for next week."

He looked up at her and she saw in his eyes just how much his thoughts were torturing him. "Thursday."

"Day after tomorrow..."

"My slow day. More time to check up on you two."

"Thursday it is."

Jason met Elisa for lunch as they had been doing for the past few days. She could see something was off with him, but she ignored it. Its not like she could say much— lately everything was off with her.

"Yoohoo, Jason, are you even listening to me?" She asked taking his hand across the small table outside Mr. Spumoni's Pizzeria. She'd intentionally chosen to sit and eat lunch because she wanted to end all the tension between the two of them.

He finally heard her and brought his big brown eyes up to meet her hazel-green ones. "Sorry, I was just thinking about something. What did you say?"

"I said we should go out this weekend. I had fun last week..."

"Did you?" Jason's voice shifted to something dark and choleric like a spouse that had caught his wife with another man.

"If I didn't would I be sitting here, holding your hand... undressing you with my eyes?" Ellie smirked and watched as the anger melted from him. Sex was the ultimate weapon with high school boys; Ellie had learned that back in ninth grade. 

"Oh, are you?"

"Mhm," She slipped her foot out of her pink flip-flops and ran it up and back down his leg.

"Why wait? I don't have workouts on Thursday."

"That might be a nice change from being locked up in the ISS room all day..." She grumbled under her breath.

"What?"

"Mr. Hillman gave me an in-school suspension for missing his detention... yesterday."

He closed his eyes as realization hit him. "Yesterday when I talked you into skipping 8th period to go--"

"Back to your house? Yep."

"Damn, Ellie I am so sorry."

Ellie shrugged glancing down at his fingers that she was playing with. "It's not your fault. I should've remembered. It's no big deal, honey." She smiled flirtatiously, "I'll just be texting you all day."

"I can deal with that." He smiled back at his girlfriend. "I feel bad for you though. I hear ISS with Ms. Long is the more boring than watching paint dry."

"Oh, well I'm not serving it with Ms. Long. Mr. Hillman is going to be my only human contact for the day."

"Mr. Hillman!" Jason shot up out of his chair as if it were on fire knocking it backwards.

"Jesus, Jason relax." Ellie whispered reaching across the table pointing at the chair he'd dramatically knocked over. "Well yeah. My father of course will be 'checking in on me' to make sure I'm doing whatever boring assignment he has me doing."

"You and Mr. Hillman, alone, together, for a whole school day? Your father is okay with this?!"

Ellie tipped her head, confused by her boyfriend's reaction. "Yeah, why wouldn't he be?"

"This is harassment, you know? First he gives you detention for no reason and now he's suspending you. Come on Ellie, you have to file a complaint or something."

"He isn't harassing me. I missed detention. It's my fault."

He slammed his hands on the metal table. "Don't let him do this to you Ellie! This isn't your fault! Can't you see he's obsessed with you?!" 

"He is not, Jason its just an ISS, babe relax!" Ellie had never seen Jason angry, but she didn't feel too safe around him when he was slamming things. He didn't say anything for a few minutes. He just stared at her as if all the answers to all the questions in the universe could be found in her eyes if he looked hard enough. Ellie could see when it hit him that he was scaring her, because his eyes immediately softened.

"I'm sorry. You're right. I just... I don't like the idea of you being taken advantage of." His hand came under hers lifting it to his lips so he could trail small kisses along her fingers.

"Its okay. Besides, you're kind of cute when you're jealous..."

Jason stood just outside the door of his history classroom watching his teacher. He was actually giddy about the In-School-Suspension he'd given Elisa, which told Jason that he had some kind of plan. He looked like some kind of idiot. He was actually excited to be serving an In-School Suspension with a student. Jason was disgusted by this predatory man as he thought back to the first time he'd seen the video he was going to use against his teacher. He shuddered trying not to think about the look of pure pleasure that his girlfriend had made when their teacher had entered her.

Marcus had been so excited that his body woke before his brain. At 5 o'clock this morning, Marcus had been up, so energetic that he'd had to work out to calm down just a bit. What the hell was wrong with him? Now he stood in his classroom fluttering around his desk like some sort of maniac. He wanted to make sure that everything was set up for the substitute for the day and there were no interferences. He had a mission today, one that would ensure the woman he loved would graduate. Due to his need to busy himself, he didn't even notice Jason come in until he cleared his throat. "Jason. You're here early," Marcus greeted him as friendly as he could manage.

"Could say the same about you."

"I suppose. So what can I do for you?"

"I warned you." Marcus could see there was something— wrong— with Jason today. His eyes were dark and he looked as if he hadn't been sleeping well with the enormous amount of luggage under them.

"You threatened me."

"Call it what you want, but just remember that everything that happens from here on out is your fault." He pulled a disc from his book bag with a creepy smirk on his face. "Sit down, Marcus. I think you're gonna want to see this."

"Did you just call me..." Marcus trailed off when Jason slid the disc into the DVD player and it began to play. It was a video of Ellie and him from the last detention she'd served. The one where they had fucked on one of the student desks.

"Where did you get this?"

"See now you're asking the wrong questions. If you pay attention, you'll notice that there isn't any sound on this video." He put the remote up to his chin taunting Marcus as if he knew he had him by the balls and it was only about to get worse. "And you sure are being rough... One could almost argue that you raped that poor girl. Don't you think?"

Marcus shot up from the desk he sat at right in front of the TV. "You know that isn't true! That was not rape and you know it, Jason!"

"Maybe. But the parents' board and the police sure won't. I can make certain of that."

"You slimy little--"

He jumped in Marcus' face as the rage took him over. "I'm slimy? You sick son-of-a-bitch! You twisted and manipulated your student! Made her actually believe you were and good guy and then took advantage of her!" Just then he brought a fist up and connected it with Marcus' gut. Marcus hunched over into Jason and he lowered his face to Marcus' ear. "Remember our chat today. Let it help guide you and make sure you keep your hands," Jason pushed his teacher into the chalkboard just hard enough for it to hurt but not make any noise, "off my woman." While Marcus tried to gather himself, Jason took the DVD out of the TV and left as if nothing had ever happened.

Marcus stood there holding his stomach with the chalkboard supporting him for a while. Jason was a strong football player, and so the punch had really knocked the wind out of him. He had hoped that by the time Ellie came in, he would have regained his composure.

"I'm here," Ellie muttered as she walked in and Marcus tried to hurry up and sit down in his desk chair. The pain from the shift caused him to grunt out in pain and he had to bite his lip to hold it in.

"I see." Ellie's eyes were all over him when she saw how difficult the simple task of sitting down was. "Hey, what's wrong with you?" She strode over to her ex's desk and helped him into the chair.

"Nothing. I'm good. You ready to go to the ISS room?" Marcus' voice was still raspy as he tried to will the pain away by rubbing his soon-to-form bruise with his hand.

"You sure you can walk over there?"

"Ha, yeah I'm fine, let's go."

When they reached the room Marcus wasn't surprised to see Dr. Winston standing there, looking at the chalkboard with his hands clasped behind his back. He truly looked like a school principal. His white hair and receding hairline giving him that distinguished look that came with the title of "Doctor". His daughter let out an exasperated sigh upon seeing him and even though Marcus' eyes were on the cameras in the front and back of the room, he could feel Ellie rolling her eyes.




Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 09



"Don't you have paperwork or something more important to do than babysit?" Ellie gathered her father's attention in her own daughterly way.

"I'm here to explain the rules. While I will be randomly dropping in and checking on you two, I just wanted to make sure some things were clear." He gestured to the two cameras Marcus had been eyeing.

"As you can see there are cameras in the front and back of the room, so we can see everything in the office. Everything."

"Okay we get it, Big Brother is watching. God, can we get this over with?" Dr. Winston gave Ellie that parental warning look and to her dismay, she settled down a bit. "Elisa you are not to leave this room unless Mr. Hillman gives you permission. You are not to leave for anything other than water or to use the bathroom. Your lunch will be brought down to you during 5th period. Any deviation from those rules will result in a week long out-of-school suspension."

"Okay. I get it, nap time. Gotcha." She actually gave him a sarcastic "thumbs up" and Marcus could tell that he was losing his composure.

"Elisa, I've managed to get some busy work for you--"

"Actually Dr. Winston, that won't be necessary." He looked at Marcus incredulously. "I've contacted Ellie's teachers and it seems that she's missing quite a few assignments. So many in fact, that she'll fail two classes if they aren't made up. They have agreed to give her until the end of the day today to complete all her overdue work for half credit."

Dr. Winston stared blankly at his daughter and Marcus could tell he was thinking, "What the hell am I going to do with you?" Because Marcus had been thinking the same thing. Dr. Winston began laughing shortly after when he saw the packet Marcus pulled from his bag that was nearly the size of a King James Bible. "Well then, Elisa it seems you have your work cut out for you."

"Daddy! There is no way you're agreeing to this! I'll never get this done!"

"Then you should have done it on time, Elisa! I am not arguing about this with you. Get this work done by the end of the day or there will be no prom, project graduation, or any senior activities, AT ALL!" Dr. Winston belted out, authority radiating through his words like a true alpha male.

"Daddy!" Elisa whined, but she knew she was fighting a losing battle so she gave up.

"I'll be back to check in. Randomly. Keep that in mind. And the cameras." Her father made sure to point out the fact that he'd have his secretary watching the two of them two more times before he finally left; and for the first time in weeks, Elisa and Marcus were alone.

"You should get started." Marcus handed Ellie the packet and went to sit at the large metal desk in the front of the room. She grunted when she snatched it from him and made sure that he could hear her anger as she sat down and began writing.

About ten minutes into the period, Marcus saw Jason walk past the door slowly, staring through the window at his girlfriend. Just before he cleared the door he actually turned and put two fingers to his eyes and then pointed them back at Marcus. Who the hell does he think he is? Marcus thought shaking his head.

"Hey can I go to the bathroom?" Ellie asked Marcus very shortly after Jason was out of the view of the door.

"Not a chance." He said without even looking up from his paper.

"You can't say no to that question."

"Just did."

"But I really have to go."

Marcus finally looked up to see those catlike eyes sizing him up. "Let me see your phone then."

"What? Why?"

"I'm supposed to take it at the beginning of an ISS anyway, I just forgot. So come on, give it up." She sighed loudly and scooted out from her desk as dramatically as only she could.

"Here." She smacked the iPhone down in his hand and he gave her the straightest face he could manage. She didn't even try to hide the text from Jason instructing her to meet him in the hallway. 

"Really?" She just shrugged and went back to her seat continuing her work. 

Dr. Winston stayed true to his word and dropped in to check up on them six times before he brought Ellie's lunch during 5th period. She grumbled and bitched the entire time he was in the room as if his sole goal in life was to ruin hers. When he left, Marcus began to miss her focus being on her father, because being alone with him for an entire day just gave her more time to gather ammunition.

They were just into 6th period when Ellie began to complain about her hand cramping up. "So what if I finish most of the work?"

Marcus brought his head up from his increasingly boring book and looked her up and down. "You either complete it all or you fail."

"What kind of bogus deal is that?"

"One that you're lucky you're getting! Don't you even care that you're ruining your chances of graduating? That you're going to get held back?"

"You know its funny how you're still keeping tabs on me. Usually when you dump someone, you don't stalk them afterwards."

"I am not stalking you."

"Then tell me, how did you know I was missing assignments? Are you this attentive to all your students or just the ones you've had your dick inside of?"

Marcus' eyes grew 10 times their original size, though he wasn't sure why her comment was so shocking to him. That crass, obnoxiously sexy mouth was exactly what had started their whirlwind relationship. "Seriously, Ellie, the cameras." He cautioned trying not to let on how nervous she was actually making him.

She rolled those hazel-green orbs in annoyance. "They're security cameras, Marcus. No sound." 

"Oh." He pretended to fix his tie to take his mind off of the pounding in his chest.

"Am I making you nervous?" Right then she made the worse face she could possibly make at him in that moment. She quirked her lips into that little smirk and raised one perfectly arched eyebrow at him. Everything about her was beginning to get to Marcus— or the mini-Marcus protruding from his pelvis...

"You're making me uncomfortable."

"Why, because I'm right about you stalking me?"

"I'm not stalking you, Ellie."

"Then why are you keeping track of my grades, Marcus?"

"Mr. Hillman."

"What-EVER! Dammit!" She actually threw her pencil at him in pure anger and frustration. "Why do you keep doing this to me?! You want things to be over with us, fine, but stop acting like you're still my boyfriend!"

"I'm not trying to act like your boyfriend, Ellie. I'm trying to keep you from blowing your future!"

"Well that isn't any of your business anymore. Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Marcus dropped his eyes to the calendar that covered the desk he slammed his hand on. It was overwhelmingly frustrating that she was bringing so many emotions out of him. "I can't help it," he muttered so low that he wasn't sure she'd heard him.

She didn't say anything, just stared at her ex as if she were looking for an answer to some profound question. However, before she could find it Dr. Winston interrupted them.

Ellie's father's intrusion wasn't entirely unexpected. He had promised to check on them, and after everything she and Marcus had done, she knew he'd meant it. What was shocking was the man that walked in behind him. He looked at Ellie with those familiar brown eyes, ones she'd known since she was a baby.

"Uncle Danny?"

"That's him, Daniel." Dr. Winston pointed at Marcus with a look of pure disgust. Ellie's uncle, who also happened to be the chief of police, stepped around her father pulling the handcuffs from the leather holster on his belt.

"Marcus Hillman?" Marcus nodded his eyebrows coming together in that way they did when he was confused.

"Jason?" Dr. Winston called through the doorway to Ellie's boyfriend signaling something to him about her. Jason didn't respond, but instead came into the room and wrapped his arms around Ellie like he always did when he hadn't seen her in a while.

"Jason, what's going on?" Ellie asked incredulous to the situation that was unfolding in front of her very eyes.

"Marcus Hillman, you're under arrest for rape." Daniel clamped the handcuffs tightly to Marcus' wrists and secured them behind his back. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can, and will, be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, then one will be appointed to you ." 

"What? What the hell is going on?!" Elisa shouted.

"Relax, baby. He's going some place where he can't hurt anybody else." Jason whispered in her ear as his grip around his girlfriend tightened as if he were no longer trying to comfort her, but to restrain her.

"Jason let go of me!" She screamed as her uncle led Marcus out of the room.

Her father followed behind Danny stopping only for a second to tell Jason to take her to his office after they were clear. She pitched a helluva bitch fit as he walked out, thrashing about in Jason's hold screaming for him to let her go.

"Can you please just calm down? You're safe now."

"Then take your hands off me!" She shouted one last time, surprised when he actually did it.

"They should be gone now."

"What is going on, Jason?" Elisa was seething and the only thing keeping her from smacking her boyfriend clear across his face was the need to find out what was happening to her ex.

"I," he looked around the room slowly nervously clasping his hands together. "I'm not supposed to talk to you about this before Dean Winston."

"Jason!"

"Please just come with me to your father's office? He'll explain everything when he gets there." Jason begged taking her hand and guiding a reluctant Ellie upstairs to her father's office. She tried everything she could think of to convince Jason to explain what was going on while they walked. She flirted with him, she yelled at him, she even tried to hit him but he caught her hand before it made contact. "Ellie, please stop. I don't want to get in the middle of this. Just be patient, okay?" 

Here she was, in her father's office for the umpteenth time this week. Ellie couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. There was no possible way that Marcus was a rapist, he just wasn't that kind of man. This entire thing had to be some type of misunderstanding. Ellie immediately perked up when her father came in, excited to finally get some answers.

"Jason can you give my daughter and I some time alone?" He nodded to the door dismissing Jason and worrying Ellie even more. He was acting so weird. She watched him as he watched her with sad eyes almost like he was feeling sorry for her.

"Daddy, what is going on?"

"Why didn't you come to me, Elisa? I know we haven't exactly been seeing eye to eye, but I could have helped you sooner if I'd known."

Ellie gave him her best look of confusion. "Told you what?"

He sighed deeply and let his head drop slowly like he just found out a family member died. "I saw the tape, honey. You don't have to pretend anymore."

"What tape?" Ellie felt her anger beginning to spike. She didn't like being left out of the loop and the fact that it was taking so long to clear things up was driving her to her boiling point. Dr. Winston sighed again and gestured to the rolling cart with a TV on it from the library. He picked up the remote and hit the play button and what came on the screen made Ellie's mouth drop to the floor. "How the hell did you get that?!"

"It isn't important, sweetheart. What's important is that you're safe now. He can never do this to you again." Seeing as the recording that was playing was a full on porn tape of Marcus and her from last week during detention, she was seriously wondering how her father was so calm seeing it.

Then it all began to click and when it finally hit her, Ellie felt like she'd been run over by a freight train. "Oh my God. Oh my GOD! Daddy, you think he raped me?!"

Her father's face drained of color as realization hit him. "Are you telling me he didn't?"

Ellie closed her eyes and brought her hand up to her face, needing to cover it when she told her father, "daddy everything Marcus and I did on that tape was consensual." She didn't even try to look at him.

"You mean to tell me I just watched--"

"Yes."

"And I had an innocent man arrested."

"Yes."

"I think I need a drink."

Elisa dropped her hand from her brow. "Daddy!" She stepped up to his desk and slammed her hands down on it. "You have to go drop the charges!"

"My Lord, I've let you wear this to school?" Ellie followed my father's eyes to her exposed cleavage.

"No wonder why this is all happening! I let you walk around looking like a whore!"

Ellie recoiled when he said that. It was like he'd whacked her with a PVC pipe. Without responding, she left knowing there was no talking to him. He was too frazzled by all this, but she had to go drop the charges before word got out that Marcus had been arrested.

When she got to the police station, there were reporters from all of the local news channels and even some broader networks there to do a story on the teacher that had raped the Dean's daughter. They were all bewildered at the appearance of the very girl pressing charges against him.

"Elisa! Elisa Winston! Is it true that Marcus Hillman took you against your will?"

"Do you intend to follow through with a trial so close to college season?"

"Is it true your father threatened to kill one of his own faculty?"

The reporters swarmed Elisa like a hive of bees. Some of their questions made sense and were rational, but some were just plain idiotic.

"Elisa, is it true you've already birthed Marcus Hillman's child and are carrying another?"

"What the hell? Do I look like I just had a baby? Or like I'm carrying one?" Was the only response she was able to get out before a scream filled the air surrounding her eardrums.

"OH MY GOD IT'S MELANIE ROSE!" Some girl shouted and all the reporters forgot all about Ellie and buzzed over to the limo Marcus' best friend was now stepping out of. She was a vision as always with her long dark hair cascading in waves down her back underneath the gray and red Young & Reckless snapback she wore. Her long Run DMC tank top and tight jeans only added to the California look with her perfectly tanned skin. Even through the black aviator shades one could see that she was still tired and a little jet lagged.

Without missing a beat, Melanie flashed the cameras a million dollar smile and promised to stop back for questions after she "took care" of this mess. She was still smiling as she walked away; at least until she saw Elisa standing in front of the building.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Her voice dripped with disgust and hate and Ellie didn't blame her. Melanie thought she'd falsely accused her best friend of rape.

"I was coming to try and fix all of this."

"Fix it!" She pulled Ellie along into the station where the officers tried not to spill their coffee on themselves. "You started this entire thing! I mean what the hell is going on with you two? You break up and put the other in jail? What kind of person are you?!"

"I didn't do this! My father did." Ellie went on to explain the entire story to her biggest idol, once again feeling like a slut.

"Wow, the two of you. Really, just... Wow," was all she had to say before they walked into the station. The two girls found Marcus sitting in one of the black plastic chairs in the main lobby. Apparently Dr. Winston had called her uncle and had the charges dropped sometime during her argument with Melanie.

"You're okay," Melanie yanked him up into a hug then quickly pulled back and smacked him hard across the face. "You idiot! How the hell did you let this happen?"

"Ouch, Mel, damn!" Marcus shouted at his best friend as he rubbed his cheek.

"You were dumb enough to get caught on camera? Are you out of your mind?" Melanie scolded him as if she were his mother and he tried for about 10 minutes to get her to leave the station before she finally heard him. The limo ride from the station was brutal. Now that they were in closed quarters where she could look at them and scream freely, Melanie didn't hold back. She had Elisa explain the whole ordeal with her father and Marcus shook his head stopping her when she mentioned Jason.

"You realize Jason did all of this, right?"

"Jason doesn't even know about us." Ellie stated thinking it was a fact.

"He does. He's known ever since he saw you kiss me at the roller rink."

She looked at him incredulously shaking her head at a truth she didn't want to see. "How would you know that?"

"Because he came to see me before you left that night and threatened to ruin me if I didn't stay away from you." Marcus watched Ellie carefully as if he were evaluating her reaction . 

"He wouldn't..."

"He did."

Melanie and Ellie both stared at him with their jaws on the floor of the limo. They were both stunned and trying to telepathically communicate which of them would get to smack him first.

"Shall I go first, or did you want to take over for a bit?" Melanie asked Ellie.

She didn't hesitate at all. She launched out of her seat and slapped Marcus as hard as she could, "You're lying! Because only a complete idiot would have known about this all day and not said anything."

"I am not! And will the two of you stop hitting me?!" Marcus whined massaging his cheek again.

"You've been with me all day and you didn't think it necessary to tell me my boyfriend saw us kissing?" Ellie questioned.

"You needed to focus today or there was no way you would have finished all your work." Marcus beamed as if he'd done something worth doing. "If I had told you, then your entire day would have been spent with you devising ways to see Jason instead of doing your work."

"You're a pig, making up lies about Jason. He wouldn't do all of that. He knows he has me."

Marcus burst into a fit of laughter just as they reached the Winston house. "He has you? Please, I think we both know who has you, my dear."

"Pig." He didn't say anything back, just watched as she climbed out of the limo and fixed her skirt once she stood on the sidewalk.

Ellie was surprised that her father wasn't sitting there waiting for her when she walked in. "Mommy, where's Daddy?" She asked her mother who was busying herself in the kitchen, something she did when she was upset. Her mother was far from a good cook and their housekeeper usually scolded her for even moving the Tupperware. The fact that she wouldn't look at her daughter when she spoke told Ellie she knew about everything that had happened today.

"He's at the Parent's Board meeting." She finally answered.

"I see. They're meeting about me and Marcus, aren't they?"

"You know I wasn't really sure what I was going to say to you when you got home. I mean I thought about grounding you, beating the living hell out of you, even locking you in your room until you turn 30." Her mother sighed and put the pan that she was holding down on the stove.

"I never meant for all of this to happen."

Now Mrs. Winston turned and looked Elisa dead in her eyes, her light green jewels glimmering back at her with disappointment. "You don't get to say that anymore, Ellie! You had ample warning and plenty of chances to end this, but you didn't. Now a man is about to lose his entire career, one that he probably would have gone on to do very well in if you could have controlled your hormones."

"I LOVE him, mom! What am I supposed to do? If somebody told you to give up on daddy, would you?"

"I asked you to wait until you graduated! When titles no longer held any meaning. Now your father's job is in danger, Marcus is going to be fired in the morning, and you now have a reputation as a big slut."

"Will you and daddy stop calling me that?"

"That is how the world is going to see you, Ellie! They're going to hear your name and think, 'Elisa Winston? Isn't that the girl that got a good teacher fired for misconduct?' What college is going to admit you, with that kind of reputation?"




Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 09



Elisa rolled her eyes. "Yeah, because colleges pick you by your moral standards nowadays."

"Don't you get smart with me!" Ellie didn't want to hear any of this. Her father had called her a whore enough times in the past year to satisfy a lifetime. She surely wasn't going to listen to her mother start now. So only a few minutes after her arrival, she found herself walking right back out and hopping on the 36 bus.

"I can't believe he had me arrested!" Marcus sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands while Melanie paced back and forth. He could tell she was boiling because she had taken off her tank top and was pacing in her jeans and bra. Melanie always took off her shirt when she was really upset because she would actually start getting hot flashes.

"I can't believe you let things get this bad! I had to leave a shoot to come bail you out, Marcus!" Right now with her temper flaring, everything that came out of Mel's mouth would have been written with an exclamation point.

"I know, Mel. I'm sorry."

"Ellie is a sweet girl, and I get why you like her, Marcus, I do. But couldn't you have kept it in your pants at least on school property?"

"I don't just like her, Mel. I love her."

She stopped pacing and looked him in his eyes giving him the fakest smile she could muster. "Oh well then, that's definitely worth losing any chance at your dream job." 

"Sarcasm is unnecess—" he was cut off by the loud chime of the doorbell. "Shit, who the hell is that?" Since he'd been arrested and made the front page of the local Newspaper, Marcus was worried to even look out the window before opening the door. He was right to be afraid, because as soon as he raised the blinds he saw there was actually a mob of angry fathers at his door.

"Why don't you come out here and take your beating like a man?" The man at the door shouted banging on the wood.

"What kind of man rapes a little girl?" Another shouted.

"Open the door so we can beat the living shit out of you, Hillman!" The man urged on his cohorts pounding on the front door while they shouted obscenities and pumped their fists.

Marcus went to grip the doorknob when Melanie caught his hand. "Are you crazy? They'll kill you!"

Marcus shrugged. "Maybe I deserve it."

"Marcus, move." She shoved him to the side and put her own hand on the door. "Let me handle this, okay?"

"Nothing you say is going to make this easier, Mel. They want to beat my ass and the only thing that will get them to move on is if they get to hit me."

"Well I'm not letting that happen, so stay in here and lock the door behind me." Marcus didn't respond, he simply hung his head. 

Melanie opened the door and slipped out onto the porch. "Hey fellas, how we doin' today?"

"Holy crap, you're, you're..." The mob leader tripped over his words as he realized he was in the presence of a movie star.

"Melanie Rose. Yeah that's me. Look guys I really don't want to have to call the cops on you. I know you're just doing what you think is right."

"No disrespect, Miss Rose, but that son-of-a-bitch deserves every hit we're about to dish out."

"I know you all think that, but if you've seen the local news, the charges were dropped because it was a false accusation. Marcus Hillman didn't rape anyone, and so once again I'm asking you nice gentleman to take this elsewhere before the police are called."

"You're really defending that sick pervert?" One of the men asked.

"You all don't know him like I do. He's really a good guy that got caught up in some stupid drama. I can assure you, your daughters are not at risk. Now please guys, go home."

The mob leader turned to his group and they whispered amongst themselves for a minute before he turned to give their consensus. "Alright we'll leave. On one condition."

"Okay let's hear it," Melanie nodded.

"Can we get some autographs? You know... for our daughters..."

Ellie saw the mob in front of Marcus' door and she watched Melanie autograph their shirts and even some of their arms. She wasn't sure what she was doing here. Marcus had turned into a complete ass after he'd broken it off with her, and like an idiot she was back for more. She didn't know why she was still so drawn to him especially when she had a boyfriend that actually liked having her around. 

Am I ever going to get over this man? Why can't I just be happy with the one I have?

Her thoughts went back to what Marcus had said in Melanie's limo as she turned away from her ex's house. Was it possible that he was being honest? No, she decided. Jason was a sweet, genuine guy that liked her for her, and Marcus was just jealous. Besides Jason was so into her that she would have known if he saw her kissing another man. There was no way he could hold that in. 

She let her feet lead her to the park under the oak tree where she had brought Marcus on their first date. It had begun to rain on the walk over from his house, but Ellie was too upset to care about her hair getting wet or even getting sick. She had simply trudged through it and made it to the park. In a small way the rain was a blessing, because no one would be outside and even if there were some stragglers, they wouldn't be able to tell she was balling her eyes out. She wasn't sure why she was crying. Was she mourning her dead relationship with her first love? Was she upset because she couldn't seem to find happiness with the man she had? 

"Ellie?" Jason appeared from the concrete path with a large black umbrella shielding him from the rain. He was blurry through Elisa's tears and the rain, but she knew that soft, caring voice. It was just what she needed to hear right now. 

"How did you find me?" She asked through her sniffles.

"I went by your house and your mom said you'd run off after she talked to you."

"Yelled at me," Ellie corrected.

"Yeah, well when she told me you left, I came here."

"How'd you know I'd be here?"

Jason smiled softly, "You told me when you're upset you come out to this tree in the park and let nature calm you down."

"That was months ago, before we were even dating. I can't believe you remembered that."

"I remember everything about you, Ellie." His words felt like he was twisting the knife that Marcus had stabbed through her heart. Her ex used to say the same thing. Jason noticed her flinch at his words. "Come on, we should get you out of this rain. You'll get sick."

Ellie was long past caring about her health. All she wanted to do was forget. She wanted this day to end. She wanted to graduate and get out of this stupid judgmental town, and away from her family. "Have you ever had sex in the rain?"

Jason was so caught off guard by her question that he nearly dropped the umbrella. "Have I... what?"

Ellie slowly stood to her feet and Jason rushed to help her. His hands were warm on her cold, wet skin. He was so masculine with his bulging muscles from being a 3-sport athlete. Ellie knew just how to forget about everything and everyone that didn't care about her. She was ready to lose herself in someone who did. She pulled him close and fervently kissed him. He was stiff at first, not having seen this coming, but he warmed up quickly. Jason brought his free hand around to the small of her back as they kissed and she placed a hand on his forearm and pushed it down so he cupped her bottom through the wet material of her short skirt. Soon the umbrella was forgotten when Jason dropped it as he moved both his hands to her thighs. Ellie jumped up and he lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. Jason pressed her back into the tree, much like Marcus had the first time they'd had sex, but she didn't want to think about that. She just wanted to feel someone that cared about her, and so she gripped her hands in Jason's brown curls that he was letting grow out.

"Take it out," she whispered between kisses feeling her arousal flaring.

"We should go inside. We can do this at my house, my parents are out of town." Jason tried to be as reasonable as possible with his girlfriend grinding her hips on him slowly bringing his manhood to full attention.

"I can't wait that long..." Ellie told him nibbling on his earlobe.

"We could get sick."

"Jason. You've got a horny girlfriend that needs attention. Are you really going to turn me down right now?"

Thinking back on the past few weeks where he had gotten his hopes up about sex with Ellie and she'd changed her mind at the last second, Jason reconsidered. He let her unzip his fly and pull out his hard member. Ellie found herself once again saying to herself that he wasn't nearly as big as Marcus, but for what she needed right now, he would suffice. 

Jason wasn't wasting anymore time thinking about what was happening. He quickly pulled her wet panties to the side and pushed into her tight pussy. She felt so good wrapped around him. The contrast of her warm juicy insides and the cold rain only aroused him further. 

"Yes, Jason, make me feel good baby." Ellie pleaded as he pulled back and thrust into her again and again. He didn't feel nearly as good as Marcus had, and she could tell from the constant throbbing she felt from him that he wouldn't last very long, but Ellie didn't care. Jason squeezed her breasts through her wet button down and she tightened her legs around his waist. Even though he wasn't inexperienced, the roughness in his touch and the force he used to squeeze her breast was a noticeable difference between he and her ex, Marcus having been more mature in his lovemaking.

"Oh God, Ellie, I'm gonna—" Jason's voice was shaky as he tried to warn her of his completion, but he finished before he could even get to his sentence's punctuation. He pushed as deep inside her as he could while he came. She hadn't even come close to her own orgasm, but Jason had managed to take her mind off of the turmoil that was her life. But even with a good guy like Jason, her mind, body, and soul still wished it was Marcus holding her breathing heavily into the crook of her neck . 

Tick, tick, tick. Marcus listened to the annoying sounds of the clock on his living room wall. He felt weird being home during school hours. His hearing had been very short. The Parents' board had been quick, having already made the decision to fire him. They'd called him in early in the morning during 1st period and told him what he stood accused of. Marcus had made no effort to argue, knowing there was no point. He had done exactly what he was being accused of— more times than the board or even Dr. Winston knew. He had taken his licks like a man and thanked them for their time choosing to go out with at least some dignity. 

He had returned to his lonely home now that Melanie had gone back to her movie star life, and left him to clean up his own mess. He knew he would have to begin looking for a job soon, but he wasn't very optimistic about finding a good one. With everything else going on, one would have thought his relationship with Ellie would have been the last thing on his mind, but instead thoughts of her were beginning to consume him. He still felt horrible for closing the door on her face and felt that he needed to explain his actions. 

She would be in school for another three hours, but he had already made up his mind to find her when she got out. He wasn't allowed on Winston Prep property anymore, but he planned to wait for her by the bus stop and offer her a ride. It would be hard to get her in his car because she would no doubt still be upset about their last encounter, but he knew she would cave for him eventually. She always did.

Marcus had no idea what he was going to do until then. He had been sitting on his sofa stroking El's head in silence ever since he came home from the hearing. Even El seemed to know how depressing the events of the day were. Ellie was the only thing in his life that he felt a burning need to make right, and he couldn't even do that until school ended. 

"I gotta get outta this house, El." Marcus told the now not-so-small tabby as he lifted and placed El on the sofa next to him. Marcus chose to do something to get out of the house deciding to go to the paintball spot in the next town. He had a friend that worked there and had been trying to get him to come, but with everything that had happened in the past school year there hadn't been much time. He threw on some old dark ripped jeans and a fitted light blue muscle tee that brought out his eyes. Within five minutes Marcus was in his car, driving over to the paintball arena hoping his friend was working today and could get him in for free.

Ellie stepped out of the car to a big White shop with a colorful sign labeled, "America Loves Paintball!" in big red letters with multi-colored paint splatters. She had spent the night at Jason's, and when they got up for school he could see how much she didn't want to go, so he suggested they play hooky.

"Oh my Gosh! Paintball! Jason!" Ellie squeaked clasping her hands together.

"You said you always wanted to do it, so here we are."

"Aww, you listened to me."

"I listen to everything you say, Ellie." He smiled and Elisa went up her tiptoes to kiss him.

"You're the sweetest boyfriend ever."

He took her hand and led her inside giving the cashier his name for the reservation. The guy then took them to the back where he said they'd be meeting their advisor and he would help them gear up and explain the safety rules to them. Ellie was beyond excited. She had always wanted to go paintballing as she'd once told Jason and she was almost jumping up and down in place with enthusiasm.

"Babe, try and relax," he whispered in her ear as they stood in the back room waiting for the advisor to come in.

"I can't help it, I'm so excited!" When the advisor came in Ellie almost shouted at him to speed through the rules and get their gear.

"Hey there guys. My name's Aaron, I'll be your advisor for today."

"Jason," he said extending his hand to Aaron who happily shook it with a smile.

"Glad to meet you Jason. And what might I call you, young lady?" He asked Ellie, extending his right hand to her as well. Aaron was a relatively short black man that couldn't have been older than 22. He had black hair that was twisted back into cornrows that curled when the ends touched his shoulder blades. He was a well-muscled man and looked to be in great shape. He began to explain the rules of paintball and the purposes of each piece of equipment that they were required to wear.

"So, can we get to paintball?" Ellie asked trying to speed up the process.

"Slow down there," Aaron continued explaining all of the rules and made sure they understood all of the safety risks. He then looked at Jason, "You be careful with her," he said with a wink. When he was done with the rules, Aaron got them their protective jackets and told them how to strap them on correctly. Jason did his effortlessly while Ellie struggled. Aaron came to her aid strapping her up tight.

"Okay, you're all set." He said after showing them how to work the guns and then leading them out to the paintball arena. It was a large dirt patch with targets, large bales of hay, and random objects scattered around for cover. Everything was splattered with paint from previous customers. Aaron told them that they would have two hours in the arena and every 15 minutes over was 10 dollars extra. Jason and Ellie both nodded showing their understanding and set off in different directions.

"Oh and today is one of our open days so there will be some other people inside with you that also decided to come out today. They have been told all the same rules as you and that rough gameplay will result in being ejected just as I informed you two.

"Oooh, so we can team up?" Jason asked getting excited.

"Absolutely," Aaron told him.

"Sweet!" Jason almost jumped for joy knowing now that he could take on the protector role with Ellie instead of having to go against her.

Marcus had been able to call ahead and get his friend, Aaron to meet him in the back parking lot. He told him he'd come on a good day because there wasn't enough people signed up to close the group. Aaron was able to give him a discounted price and gear him up in enough time to run with the next group. Marcus was excited to have an outlet to just let all of his frustration and anger out. Once he was all geared up, Aaron brought him out into the arena just before the opening bell sounded beginning the round. Each round was 2 hours with all players having unlimited amount of paintballs. 

The arena was a large white room splattered with an entire rainbow of paints. There were boxes, bundles of hay, and tall cardboard separators in the arena for cover, all splattered with paint. He was excited to see five other people in the room, four of them looking like a couple, but they were all the way at the front of the room where he couldn't see them too clearly. Luckily, it appeared they couldn't see him all the way at the back of the room, so he had an advantage.

The five split up when the bell rang, the two couples sticking together and the one loner straying off by himself. Marcus chose to go after him first since he was alone making him an easier target. He made quick work of him spraying him across his back with pinks, greens, and yellows. The loner seemed a bit upset at getting shot so quickly, but the penalty for getting shot was simply a few minutes in the penalty box, so he couldn't be too angry.

Next Marcus went after the couples. The boys were both acting the same way, very protective over their girls, keeping the women behind them. Marcus saw he would have to take them out before he could eliminate the girls. He crept around one of the cardboard walls slowly approaching the first couple. The boyfriend was facing the other way with his girl pressed tightly against his back. Marcus smiled, almost feeling sorry for them as he knew they were making their elimination extremely easy. He didn't waste any time shooting them both so quickly that the boyfriend didn't even have time to turn around when his girl was shot. The girl making some kind of weird gurgling noise as if she had been shot by a real bullet, and her boyfriend hung his head at his failed attempt to protect her.

Now there was just one couple left and Marcus wanted to eliminate them quickly before the first guy got out of the penalty box so he could have time to hide. The two were not as dumb as the previous couple keeping the boyfriend in front while the girl faced the opposite way watching his back. He couldn't see their faces with the protective goggles and helmets on, but he swore they looked familiar. He shook the eerie feeling he was getting as he approached them slowly trying to remain quiet.

Ellie could see the lone guy that was eliminating everyone in the corner of her eye. He was good, and he knew it so she chose to look around like she didn't know where he was. "There's that guy coming up on the right," she whispered to her boyfriend alerting him of the threat.

"Got him," Jason whispered back seeing the guy ducking behind a bale of hay.

Marcus could see the couple had seen him, but they were playing dumb. They were much smarter than the other three, but he would get them before they got him. Suddenly the couple broke apart and went in opposite directions. It seemed they planned to corner him, but he was only going to focus on the boyfriend. The girl was a threat, but she was a bit slower and that would give him time to shoot the boyfriend and turn to shoot her. Marcus brought his paint rifle up to aim at the guy, but now that he was closer he could see why the couple looked so familiar.

"Jason?" He said shocked that he was here, knowing now that the girl was Ellie.

"Goddammit! What the hell, are you stalking us or something?!" Jason shouted, the game now completely forgotten.




Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 09



"Marcus?" Ellie questioned having immediately recognized her ex's voice. "What are you doing here?" Her nostrils began to flare underneath her goggles.

"What am I doing here? You should be in school! Both of you should be!" He yelled catching the attention of the three other players in the penalty box.

"You really are stalking me, aren't you?" Ellie asked angrily placing her free hand on her hip and pointing at him with her paint rifle.

Marcus shook his head. "How could I be stalking you if I thought you would be in school?"

"Why don't you just leave us alone!" Jason screamed.

"Don't you even speak to me you spoiled prick," Marcus snapped at his ex's new beau.

Jason lowered his rifle and took a step towards Marcus. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

Ellie could see where this was going and she knew she had to stop it before it escalated. As mad as she was at Marcus and as much as she wanted Jason to kick his ass, she knew that wasn't how this fight would turn out. "Jason, don't," she warned raising her hands as a cautioning sign.

"Don't? No, fuck this! Its about time somebody put you in your place!" He told Marcus taking another step towards him. 

"Oh and who's going to do that? You? Please hit me so I can finally beat you senseless." Marcus nearly snarled.

"Jason, seriously!" Ellie whined but being on the other side of Marcus didn't exactly give her a good angle to stop them.

Aaron now came rushing in from the back "Hey!" Marcus turned his head to look at his friend and Jason took advantage throwing the first punch connecting with his former teacher's jaw.

Marcus staggered back a bit shocked that Jason had actually hit him. The fact that he'd waited until he wasn't looking wasn't all that surprising. He knew Jason was a bitch. Aaron still had some ground to cover giving Marcus enough time to regain his balance and launch himself at Jason. He tackled the high schooler to the ground, landing one blow on Jason's face. He then bent his arm and brought his elbow down to Jason's ribs hard, making him whimper.

Jason squealed in pain as he felt and heard one of his ribs crack before he threw Marcus off of him. Jason tried to hit Marcus again, but he wasn't fast enough as Marcus rolled and kicked him in the shin. Marcus pushed himself off the ground and Jason barely had time to push up into a seated position to clutch at his wounded leg before Marcus brought his right foot up and kicked him square in his face.

"MARCUS STOP IT!" Ellie screamed, tears streaming down her face as she watched her ex beat the living hell out of her current boyfriend.

Aaron finally made it across the arena grabbing his friend and pulling him back out toward the back room. "I need a medic in here!" He shouted as some of the other workers rushed in to help Jason who was now unconscious and bleeding on the ground.

"Oh my God! Jason!" Ellie whimpered seeing her boyfriend all broken and bloody. "Somebody call an ambulance!"

About two hours after the entire ordeal at "America Loves Paintball!" Ellie sat by Jason's side holding his hand while his parents argued about her just outside the door. They hadn't even had the courtesy to close the door the entire way allowing her to hear everything.

"I don't want her dating my son! First she has sex with a teacher and now this!" Jason's mother screamed loud enough for everyone on the hall to hear.

"Jennifer, calm down—" Jason's father was the spitting image of him, the only exception being the hair on his head was streaked with gray.

"Calm down?! My son is in the hospital with two broken ribs, a broken nose, and a concussion because of her! I don't care who her father is!"

"I know, but it isn't her fault, exactly."

"The hell it isn't! Jason didn't skip class or get in fights before her!"

"Jennifer, the door!" He gestured to the open door and Jason's mother quickly closed it. 

"Ignore them," Jason whispered squeezing his girlfriend's hand reassuringly.

"How can I? They're right." Ellie replied hanging her head barely able to look at her boyfriend.

"No it isn't. Hillman is a jerk and when my parents file assault charges against him, he'll be right where he should be. In jail."

Ellie looked up at him then. "Assault? How can you put him in jail? You hit him first."

"Money goes along way in the legal system."

"Jason I don't think that's a good idea," Ellie warned. Jason was right about money going a long way in the justice system, but he didn't know that backing Marcus was one of the most successful actresses in the world right now.

Jason pulled his hand away from hers. "You're taking his side on this?"

"Of course not! I'm just saying, maybe it'd be best to just let this go."

Jason sat up slowly, careful not to move his abdomen too much because of the broken ribs. "Sure sounds like you're taking his side. What's it gonna take with you? I get him fired and you still only want him!"

"Get him fired? You mean he was telling the truth? You really did set all of this up?" 

"I—"

"You showed my father a sex tape of me! You're fucking sick!" Ellie flew up from her chair realizing that she had chosen the wrong side in all this. 

"I'm sick? I did all of this for us!"

"You had a man arrested for a crime he didn't commit! Knowing full well that he never raped me."

"And you fucked a teacher while you were dating me! We've both done some things we aren't proud of, but I can see past that, to our future. What kind of life could you have with him?"

"We weren't together when that happened. I don't cheat."

"No, you just whore around with men twice your age." Jason let the words fly from his mouth recklessly, regretting them as soon as they were out. "Wait," he started but she raised her hand to silence him.

"Bye, Jason." Ellie stood and walked to the door, pulling it open. Jason's parents stood there, his father looking confused and his mother sending her daggers with her eyes. "I think I should leave. I'm so sorry for everything. You won't have to worry about me dating your son anymore." She didn't give them anytime to answer, pushing between them and into the hallway . 

Elisa held back her tears until she was walking through the parking garage. She wished to God one of these cars were hers so she could just drive away from all of this. As much as it hurt to think it, Ellie knew Jason's parents had been right. This entire thing was her fault. If she had just been honest with Jason, and herself, this never would have happened. Her mind just needed someone to care about her, to love her for who she was and not judge her for it. When she'd seen that in Jason, Ellie had held onto him, knowing their entire relationship was a lie. She may not have been the one beating Jason today, but those might as well have been her fists. She knew that his words today had stung so much because they were too close to the truth.

"I'm sorry." Ellie looked up seeing Marcus standing there leaning against his car with his arms crossed. 

"Sorry? Is that just supposed to cut it?"

"No, but it's a start." Marcus pushed off of the car going closer to his ex. "I won't apologize for whooping Jason's ass. He got exactly what he deserved."

"You could have killed him."

"You've seen me fight. If I wanted him dead, he would be." Marcus' nonchalant attitude would have irritated Elisa, if she didn't agree so strongly.

She smirked just a little bit. "Yeah, I guess." She looked up into his icy blue eyes her letting her lips curl into a full on smile. "How are you not in jail with all the fights you've gotten in over me?"

"You know I've been asking myself that for the past few hours." He replied with an equally large smile on his face. Marcus was surprised she wasn't yelling at him or trying to hit him. "They're talking about pressing charges, huh?"

"Of course. Him and his douchebag parents."

"Douchebag?" Marcus jerked his head back in mock surprise. "I thought for sure they were thes to be."

"Yeah right," Ellie snorted. "How could I stay with a boy that would do crazy shit like show my father a sex tape of me and my ex because he's jealous?" Marcus stepped closer to her, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist trailing his fingers seductively across her body. 

"He was never man enough for you," he whispered in her ear sending a shiver through her limbs. 

"Wait a minute." Ellie pushed him back before he could draw her back in. "Just because Jason and I broke up, doesn't mean you and I are just good."

"Elle—" Marcus tried to take her hands but she stepped away from him.

"No. You've been a jerk to me and I can't just pretend it didn't happen, Marcus."

"You're not so innocent in all this either. We've been through a lot this past year; We hurt each other, but I want us to work it out." He stepped close to her again, this time successfully taking her smaller hands in his.

"Holy shit! Marcus wants to 'work it out' now," Ellie air quoted work it out taking on a very angry and sarcastic tone. She spun on her heels waving her hands and exaggerating her movements. "Stop the fucking presses because Marcus Hillman wants to fucking 'work it out!'"

"Do you have to be so damn dramatic?" Marcus snapped offended by her response.

"Oh what-ever Marcus. You're such an asshole! You break up with me and when it's convenient for you, you want me back. Maybe I'm sick of this stupid cycle."

"I'm an asshole? I just got fired for falling for you and you're walking around being all lovey-dovey with the kid that fucking caused it all! He had me arrested for rape! On national television! Then he throws the first fucking punch and I'm supposed to do what? Giggle and offer him the other side of my jaw?!"

"You weren't supposed to put him in the hospital!" Ellie shouted thrusting her hands out and pushing his chest. She didn't really do anything to move him being mostly solid muscle, but the action served its purpose. He was now good and heated.

Marcus shook his head appalled that she was once again taking Jason's side, even though he shouldn't have been surprised. He had come down to tell her how sorry he was, but of course it didn't go the way he'd wanted; things never did with her. He was really over these screaming matches with her. He wanted them to go back to how they were when no one knew about them and things were good. He wanted to be able to take her home and fuck her into a deep sleep, then wake up and cook breakfast together like they used to. He just wanted everything to go back to being easy.

"I didn't come here to do this with you." Marcus turned towards the driver's side and pulled his keys from his pocket, but Ellie wasn't having it.

She slammed her hand on the door keeping him from opening it all the way. "No you don't. You came here to talk, then by all means, let's fucking talk!"

Marcus rolled his eyes, "Move your hand. Now."

"No. I want to finish this, because I'm sick of you constantly interfering in my life, so please, say whatever the fuck you have to say."

"No you know what, fuck you, Ellie!" Marcus turned slamming his door. "You want everything on your fucking terms, but we broke up for this very shit we're doing right now! You don't know when to just stop! I didn't put Jason here, he put himself here by hitting me. You put him here for jumping into a relationship when you weren't ready for one. You put him here for deciding to cut class. You put him here because you're only dating him to make me jealous. You thought I would come crawling back when I saw you with him, but I didn't and I know that pisses you off, but it's time to fucking grow up."

Marcus hadn't expected her to try to hit him, which is why her hand made contact with his jaw. He felt the burning sting of her open palm in combination from the sucker punch Jason had got in earlier all at the same time. "Son of a bitch!" He shouted holding his jaw. Marcus stepped right into his ex's face, "I'm not going to take too much more of being hit, Ellie!"

"Yeah? And what are you going to do, huh? I put Jason here?" Ellie pushed him into his car and jabbed her finger into his right pectoral. "You jackass, how soon we forget that you started this by finger fucking me on your damn desk. You're so fucking conceited. I started dating Jason because you ripped out my heart and threw it back in my face. I started dating Jason because he cared about me, and wanted to be with me for me, not just to fuck me. You act like I'm the one that fucked everything up, but all of this has been on your terms. You told me you didn't want me anymore and you're too selfish to let me move on!"

Marcus watched the way her lips curved as she spoke, the way her chest heaved as she yelled. His heart began to break when tears began to spill over her eyelids. "I never said I didn't want you. I could never say that." He brought his large hands up to cup her face and his thumbs wiped away the first of her tears. "Elle, how could I not want you? I sat in that ISS with a hard-on the whole time." He kissed the trail her tears had left on her left cheek, then her right.

"Stop it," Ellie whispered half-heartedly pushing him away. "I'm still mad at you."

"I know," Marcus pulled her to him and trailed kisses along her temples.

Ellie didn't want to cave this easily, but damn if his mouth didn't feel wonderful on her skin. "Marcus," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rushing of blood from his brain to his loins.

He leaned down to capture her lips and she smiled against them as she kissed him back. Marcus could barely contain himself, turning Elisa so her back was pressed against the driver's side door. She moaned against him, enjoying the feeling of his muscular chest rubbing her sensitive nipples through their clothes. Elisa gripped his golden hair pulling slightly as he bit down on her bottom lip. Marcus' hand slipped up to her thigh slowly finding its way underneath her short skirt.

"Marcus," Ellie caught his hand before it could reach her underwear. Her face was pressed into the crook of his neck, and her breathing was ragged against his skin. Marcus was too far gone to speak; he had to talk his little soldier down slowly. 

"Just, give me a second." He whispered moving his hand back to her waist.

"Okay," she said kissing his neck.

His grip on her waist tightened, "That, is not helping."

Elisa giggled, "Sorry."

It took Marcus 10 minutes to regain his composure and when he did Elisa was still laughing. "This is funny, huh?"

"A little," she covered her mouth with her hand. "It's a bitch to turn that off, isn't it?"

"Oh you're gonna get it..." He told her with a smirk.

"Yeah?"

Marcus took her hand and spun her around slapping her ass and she moaned automatically. "Get in the car, woman."

Ellie hopped in the passenger's seat of his white Honda while he got in and started the car. The ride to Marcus' house was quiet. Elisa continued to tease him running her hand up and down his toned arms. She rubbed his thighs and his hard member through his pants as he drove. He had grabbed her hand and placed it back on her lap twice, but after the second time he stopped fighting it and gave in. Ellie was so wet she was sure there would be a spot left on his passenger's seat.

When they arrived at Marcus' house all that talk about "working things out" went out the window. He looked at her as soon as he closed the door and she jumped him. Ellie was tearing at his shirt and clawing at his pants immediately. She felt like she had been starved for months and Marcus was the only nourishment left on Earth. She wanted to kiss and lick him everywhere. She wanted to fuck him and to be fucked by him. 

Elisa smiled as she nibbled the nail of her long middle finger egging him on with those cat-like eyes. Marcus didn't protest in the least allowing her to rip the threads from his body as they tried to devour each other's mouths leaving a trail of clothes all the way to the bedroom. He had almost forgotten what a talented kisser this young woman was as she nipped his lips at just the right pressure and sucked on his tongue bringing his dick back to full attention. Elisa moaned as he lifted her up by her butt and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Marcus carried his lover all the way back to his bedroom and she clung to him pressing her tight body against his. He turned his back to the bed and sat down, placing her on his lap. 

Elisa couldn't figure out where to kiss first. She wanted to put her lips to every inch of him. She wanted to run her fingers over his ivory skin and feel the little blond hairs that lightly spotted his pectorals. She licked his neck, bit his ear, and dug her fingers deep into his wavy blonde locks as he pulled her shirt apart and unfastened her bra. Elisa barley had enough coherent thought to move her arms from around his neck to let the lacy black bra fall from her shoulders. His hands went straight to her tits, massaging and squeezing them in his big hands. He tugged at her nipples for a minute watching her face contort with pleasure. 

"Mmm, I've missed you."

He tried to focus on her touch and not so much on the feel of her wet cunt rubbing against his hard member through her cotton panties. He remembered the last time they'd had sex, and he didn't want it to be like that this time. He wanted their reunion to be loving and expressive. He wanted her to feel how much he truly cared for her and to reestablish the connection they'd shared before all the politics, and parents, and Jason. 

Elisa lifted herself from his lap standing in front of his bed. She licked her lips as her hands tugged his tattered jeans off his hips until they were a denim pool around his feet. Marcus kicked them off watching her as she stared at the bulge in his boxers. She looked like she was about to swallow him whole, and he was ready for it. 

"You're ready for me," she whispered seductively sliding her thumbs into the elastic of her skirt and panties slipping them off in one smooth motion.

"Always," Marcus responded with a smirk.

Elisa rubbed him through the cotton underwear making him groan. "Good, because I'm not in the mood for foreplay." She pulled his boxers down swiftly and climbed on top of him. She pushed against his abs laying him back on the bed. Marcus' hands flew to her waist as she rubbed his cock against her center. He thought he was going to shoot off immediately when he felt the mushroom head slip inside her wet folds. She felt so good, better than she ever had because there was no stopping them now. There were no rules hanging over their heads where they had to be secretive. She could scream and moan and shout his name with no fear, and he could finally give her the love and attention that her family never did.

"Oh God, Ellie." He moaned as she slid all the way down on his dick. 

Elisa was too lost in her own ecstasy to hear what he was saying. He felt so good inside of her, filling her in a way that Jason never could— no man ever could. She rode him slowly rotating her hips making sure he touched every part of her insides as they made love. Marcus ran his hands up her body to her breasts that shook with each downward thrust. He tweaked her nipples not wanting to disturb the view of her voluptuous breasts heaving up and down as she moved. Elisa placed her right hand on his abs to steady herself as she increased her speed.

"Mmm, yes Marcus, touch me." He obliged running his hands back down her body feeling the smooth skin of her flat stomach before wrapping around and trailing down her lower back. Marcus had wanted to let her set the pace, but his need was slowly taking over. His large palms moved down to grip her firm ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging them. Elisa moaned when he smacked her left cheek just hard enough to sting but not leave a mark. That was when he lost control. Marcus gripped her ass and began bucking up off the bed to meet each of her downward thrusts forcing himself deeper inside her love nest. She was so wet that her juices were dripping down his cock and dampening the blonde bush that covered his balls. Elisa was in heaven as Marcus pushed into her over and over while she bounced on top of him. 




Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 09



"I'm close, Ellie, I'm so close baby." Marcus' voice was barely audible as he drew closer and closer to orgasm.

"Me too, baby." Elisa bent down and pressed her firm breasts to his chest while he continued to thrust upward into her. "Give it to me, Marcus. Make me cum, baby."

Elisa's words were just what he needed as he squeezed her ass and pushed deep into her over and over like a jackhammer. Ellie screamed as she came all over his cock while he shot his load into her. 

"Ellie, fuck yes," Marcus whispered biting her shoulder as he spurted twice more into her convulsing cunt. She didn't say anything, just enjoyed the feel of him inside her, moving and filling her. 

After they finished, they didn't move for a long time. They just laid like that, her collapsed on top of his body, him with his softening cock still inside her. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, and her face. He whispered how much he'd missed her and that he loved her. It brought tears to her eyes knowing that they were finally together with nothing to interfere.

"I love you, Marcus." She whispered against his bare chest.

"I love you too," he told her wrapping her tight in his arms wishing he could keep her there forever. 

Later that night when she found herself back at home, Elisa got into it again with her parents. Apparently Jason's mother had come over and raised hell over the beating Marcus had doled out.

"Jason hit him! It's all on camera and the advisor, Aaron saw the whole thing." Elisa had immediately defended her love, but it hadn't stopped her parents from ripping him apart. Of course nothing they said was new. He was too old for her, a bad influence, a pervert, but she knew none of that was true. They were in love and that was all that mattered. The fight simply made her even more eager to move out after she graduated. No matter what, she was going to make that happen. Maybe she and Marcus would run away together. She knew her dreams may have been naïve, but at least they were something to look forward to. Over the next few weeks, she would fall asleep to that same dream so many nights that it would begin to feel like reality. 

Jason sat up in in his bed slowly trying not to put any unneeded pressure on his ribs. It had been four weeks since the fight with Hillman and he was starting to feel a lot better, but he wasn't out of the woods yet. His mother watched, her face coated with worry, but she didn't say anything. Jason had begged her to stop babying him and assured her that he felt fine, and so she just sat in the extra chair in the doctor's office, watching her son. They had been sitting for about 15 minutes before the doctor finally walked in with Jason's new X-rays.

"Alright, Jason let's have a look-see." The doctor placed the negative photo on the light board on the wall and stepped back to observe. The doctor rubbed his chin and took some notes in the folder he had brought in.

"So what's it looking like, Doc? Can I go on my Senior trip?"

"The senior trip is..."

"This week. We're leaving on Monday." Jason finished for him.

The doctor sucked his teeth and took a deep breath. "I don't think that's a good idea, Jason." Jason's face immediately dropped. "These bones here and here," he pointed to ribs 2 & 3 on the X-ray, "still aren't healed enough for me to be comfortable with you moving around, especially with a broken leg. You would have to be on crutches the entire trip and there's no way you can support yourself on those long term right now."

"But it's Project Grad! I have to go!" Jason whined.

"Honey it's alright, your father and I will take you somewhere even nicer—"

Jason slammed his hands down on the bench he sat on making a loud bang. "I don't WANT to go somewhere else! I want to go on project grad with my classmates like the rest of the seniors!" He shouted at the top of his lungs at his mother.

"Sweetheart, the doctor says you aren't ready."

"Screw this!" Jason shouted throwing the folder that the doctor had sat on the bench next to him.

"Jason! Stop it!" His mother shouted.

"I'll give the two of you some time," the doctor said excusing himself from the room.

"Jason, we'll have a huge party for you so you can see all of your friends—"

"It isn't fair, mom! Why the hell does she get to go and I don't?"

"I know, honey, I know. But what can we do?"

"Nothing. It doesn't matter." Jason pulled the wheelchair he had been confined to for the last few weeks close to him so he could step down into it. He placed his casted leg in first and then lowered himself into it. "Can you get the door, please?" 

When they returned to their large home at the opposite side of town, Jason went straight up to his room and locked the door. He was determined now more than ever to make them pay. 

Ellie and her parents were barely speaking the week before the Senior trip. She and Marcus spent most days together after school because Elisa hated being home. Her parents gave up trying to keep them apart. Marcus and Elisa had already proven how far they would go to be together and they didn't see a point in even putting in the effort anymore. So she found herself at Marcus' door after school like she'd become accustomed to doing now. When she rang the bell he opened the door— shirtless. 

"Well hello there," Elisa smiled as her eyes roamed up and down his well-muscled torso. He smiled back at her, stepping back so that she could come in the house. "No kiss?" She asked feigning hurt. Marcus laughed before catching the arm opposite the one her book bag hung loosely off of, pulling her close. He let his other hand slip to her lower back pressing her against him.

"My apologies," he whispered before bringing his lips down to meet hers. Elisa immediately melted into him returning his kiss. This of course led to what it always did with them. It wasn't long before her uniform and his jeans were scattered on the wooden floor of Marcus' small living room. El , the tabby had taken his hiding spot under the couch in preparation for the tornado of hormones that he had seen take over the two so many times in the past few weeks. 

"I just can't believe he did all of that! I mean what kind of psycho thinks their girlfriend can benefit from her father seeing a sex tape of her? I mean if he was mad about us hooking up and showed it to my father, that would have made sense, but he really seemed to think he was helping me." Ellie fed Marcus another cool ranch Dorito folding her legs Indian-style on Marcus' unmade bed.

"He's a nutjob. That's the point, Ellie, they think like crazy people." Marcus said in between crunches.

"God I'm glad there's only like a week of classes left in the year. I hate looking at that jerk everyday." Elisa rambled on about her ex as she popped another Dorito in her mouth.

"I'm surprised he's up and at it so early. I may have held back a little bit on him, but not much." Marcus said smirking when he thought of the injuries he'd inflicted on Jason. His parents had been furious and tried to press charges, but they couldn't really do anything. Jason was 18 and because he threw the first punch, it would hurt him more than if they did nothing. His friend, Aaron had been upset that Marcus had brought his drama to his job, but Aaron had been quick to testify to Jason's initiation of the fight. Not to mention the cameras in the arena had caught everything on video, and it was clear that Jason had been hostile from the moment he recognized Marcus. 

"Yeah, his ribs are still healing and he's got a cast on the leg that you kicked, but he's back in school and I'm sure he's going on the senior trip." 

"Well you may have a week but the teachers are pretty much done with you now. I mean you've taken all of your finals, turned in all your assignments. No one is going to take this week seriously." Marcus spoke from experience.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean senior activities start next week. Senior skip day is this Friday and after that no one ever goes to class. There would be no point in giving us work. The senior trip at the end of the month is all the seniors are thinking about."

"Yep. You excited?" Marcus asked wiping the left over crumbs from her bottom lip.

"I don't think I want to go."

"You don't want to go? Why wouldn't you? You have to enjoy graduating from high school, Ellie. It only happens once."

"I think I'll live." She looked down at the compilation of snacks they'd had to run out to the store and buy since there was no food in Marcus' house.

He placed two fingers under her chin and lifted her head so his eyes could meet hers. "You're scared, huh?"

Looking in those beautiful blue eyes, Ellie knew there was no point in lying. "How can I not be? I mean I got a teacher fired. I'm the slut of the school. Why would I want to spend an entire week long trip with the people that are talking about me behind my back?"

"First off, you didn't get me fired. I got myself fired. Secondly, you're not a slut. You fell in love. It happens. Besides you act like there's no one in your class that is truly your friend. What about Megan and Taylor? Don't you want to spend time with them?"

"I mean, yeah. You know I love Megs and Taye, but I just don't feel like dealing with everybody else. And besides, Jason will be there, and I damn sure don't want to be around him."

"You can't let him run your life, baby."

"I'm not. I was just thinking that maybe I could sign up for it, and come here..." Elisa trailed a finger down the happy trail that ran down the center of his abs into his boxers. "Then we'd have an entire week to ourselves..."

Marcus liked the sound of having his girl staying with him for a week, but he knew he had to play the good boyfriend. "You know you want to go, Ellie. Everyone looks forward to this trip for the entire year. I mean after you graduate you won't be Queen anymore. Don't you want to have your last, you know, hurrah? Since when does the Queen give a fuck about what her classmates think? They're supposed to care about what you think."

Elisa sighed knowing that he was right. She had been looking forward to this trip since freshman year of high school. "I guess you're right..."

Marcus scoffed, "I'm always right."

"Oh whatever." Ellie playfully pushed his shoulder making him smirk at her.

"Now, we've talked abut this hitting habit of yours, woman."

"Have we? I must have forgotten..." She stuck her tongue out at him before he swiftly pushed the snacks out of the way and mauled her while she giggled and squirmed on the bed.

Graduation Day

Elisa couldn't believe the day was finally here. She was officially a high school graduate. It all began to hit her just after her name was called and she had walked gallantly across the stage to claim her diploma. She hadn't realized she had been on autopilot until she found herself back with her parents and her mother was fluttering around trying to find a good spot for pictures. Things had been a little better at home with Dr. Winston busy prepping for the graduation ceremonies and Mrs. Winston trying to organize a party for her daughter. Elisa's mother couldn't stop telling her how proud she was even with everything that had happened over the course of the year.

"Ooh! Over here! There's just enough light! Elisa over here!" Mrs. Winston called almost bouncing up and down with joy.

"Ma I have to get ready to go! The bus for Project Grad leaves soon!" Elisa whined.

"Girl, hush. It's your high school graduation. They will wait long enough for pictures." 

Ten minutes later, Elisa was slipping off to the bathroom to make an important phone call while her mother and father believed she was boarding the bus. The phone rang for so long that Ellie was about to hang up, but he answered at the last minute. "Hey there, my little high school graduate." Marcus answered the phone, his voice raspy with the beginnings of sleep.

Elisa giggled into the speaker, "Ew, you sound like my mom."

"Well excuse me for being enthusiastic."

"Are you home?"

He took some time to respond. "Why...?"

"Don't be difficult."

"Ellie you should be on a bus. Why would you need to know if I'm home?" On the other end of the call Marcus was now rising from his bed to relieve his morning wood and brush his teeth.

"Maybe I just miss you, or whatever."

"Are you on the bus, Miss Winston?"

"Oooh don't go all teacher on me. You know I've got a thing for that."

"Ellie."

"The buses are pulling out now, Marcus! Jeez, will you stop badgering me?" Elisa quickly let the lie by omission roll from her tongue as easily as all the others over the past school year. She could hear the buses roaring to life outside the school and her phone beeped repeatedly in her ear telling her she was receiving another call. Elisa didn't bother to answer it, knowing it was just Megan asking her where she was sitting on the bus. She would call her friend back later when she was with Marcus. 

Marcus smiled at his girlfriend's dramatic sense of humor. "Ok, sorry. And yes I'm home. Just getting up actually."

"Really? Its like 8 o'clock at night though."

"Yeah well I'm nocturnal now apparently. New job started yesterday at 11pm."

"Wow. When did you get home?"

"About 10 this morning. I knocked right out."

"Being a bouncer at a club is hard work, huh?" Elisa asked beginning to gather her things as the cheese buses rolled off to an undisclosed location with the newly graduated senior class.

"Hey hey, that's head of security."

"Oh excuse me, Mr. Head of Security." Elisa giggled trying not to soak her underwear at the image of Marcus in a security uniform. "So what's the plan for the rest of the night?"

"Well I work at 11 again tonight, so not much."

"Aww, wish I could see you tonight..." Ellie hinted now on her way out of the school heading to the bus stop. Realizing now that she had less time with her man than she had originally thought, her feet picked up their pace feeling an overwhelming sense of urgency.

"Yeah, me too. It's hard working in a club like The Blacktop with no relief."

"That's the club? Isn't that a strip club?"

"No; well not really. The girls are just dancers, no removal of clothing. Apparently not a lot of customers know that though. I had to throw out more than 10 guys last night for grabbing one of the dancers."

"You had to throw guys out? Sounds kinda hot..." The bus was right on time allowing her to hop on without waiting. She paid her fare and took a seat in the front closest to the door, anxious to get to Marcus' house.

"Don't you start..."

"Well you wouldn't let me come over this weekend. At least give me something to hold me over." Marcus smirked and shook his head imaging Elisa on a bus full of her peers asking him to whisper dirty things in her ear. Her voice was husky and her breathing ragged. He was genuinely regretting convincing her to go on that dumb trip. 

"You're incorrigible."

Ellie smirked as the bus made a left onto Latimer. She was only a couple blocks away now. "You encourage me pretty well usually."

"Not what that means. And what do you mean 'usually?'" Marcus walked to his living room flipping on the television and plopping down on the couch.

"Nothing at all, Teach." Marcus laughed at her name choice knowing the teasing smile that came with it.

"Well you're lucky you're on a bus on your way out of town, or I might have to teach you about that word selection."

The bus came to a stop at the corner of Marcus' street after Elisa pressed the tape. "I'm sorry, but I graduated, Mr. Hillman..."

"Well apparently you missed a lesson or two. Just wait until you get back here."

"Right. Hold on a sec, ok?" Ellie muted her phone as she approached his door knocking hard.

Marcus rose with a curious look on his face walking to his bedroom to grab a shirt. He pulled it over his head as he stepped to the door turning the knob after it fell over his waistline. He chuckled finding his wayward girlfriend standing in his front steps with that same arrogant smirk on her face that sucked him in from the very beginning. 

"You were saying?" Elisa stood hand on her hip and a book bag thrown over the opposite shoulder.

"You lied..." Marcus told her as she walked past him into the living room. Elisa barely had time to drop her book bag before he grabbed her and pressed her back against the crème colored wall. His hands slid around her waist and under her T-shirt

"I did not. The buses were leaving, I just wasn't on either of them."

"You didn't say you were coming here."

Ellie leaned in close to him taking in his masculine scent, "Would've ruined the surprise."

"You were supposed to go on that trip."

"Marcus," Ellie ran her right hand up to his blonde waves, "can we talk about this later?" Her thin fingers wrapped themselves in his hair and pulled making his head follow suit. Her lips attacked his neck, then her teeth while her other hand found its way to his boxers.

"You are just a little deviant today, huh?" Marcus stepped away from her and bent down wrapping an arm around her knees. Elisa fell over his shoulder yelping and laughing as he carried her down the hall to his bedroom. The room was well lit with the blinds open and subconsciously Ellie worried about the neighbors being able to see them. Those thoughts however were quickly discarded as Marcus tossed her on his bed like Tarzan. His eyes traveled up and down her body painting a map for his hands before he attacked her from her lips, to her neck, to her breasts. He paid very close attention to them as his hands traveled further down her glorious frame. 

"Yessss," Ellie moaned when Marcus reached her wetness biting her nipple and dipping his finger inside her in one swift motion. Just as her toes were beginning to curl, banging on the bedroom window interrupted the two stopping Marcus' hand right before her climax. Ellie let out a frustrated groan before realizing what exactly had stopped her man in first place. "Jason?" She announced inquisitively seeing her ex standing on the other side of the window, fists balled, face red, and nostrils flared. 

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Marcus growled as he moved to his dresser to grab a pair of shorts. He was planning on settling this little feud he and Jason had once and for all. 

Elisa could see Marcus' temper taking over and jumped in front of him blocking his exit. "Babe, don't. Just let me handle it."

"Somehow, I don't think he understands English." Refusing to argue with her, Marcus simply lifted Elisa and placed her behind him then continued to make his way outside with her trailing behind him begging him not to go outside.

"He's just baiting you, Marcus please," was the last she got out before all hell broke loose on her boyfriend's lawn. Ellie hesitated to follow him out choosing to grab shirt and call the authorities.

Jason stood on the grass out front waiting to confront the man that had ruined everything. When he'd made the plan to come and set his former teacher straight, he'd had no idea what he'd find. All this time he had been thinking of ways to win his girl back. He'd planned to use the senior trip to woo her and win her back; but when the doctor had announced the bad news, Jason compiled a new plan. A plan to show Marcus Hillman exactly what would happen to him if the sleazebag ever went near his girl again. Now with her standing by his side in his shirt at his house, it was like the final piece of the puzzle had been placed. Hillman wasn't the one keeping them apart, she was. Jason had spent a majority of the school year blaming Hillman for his relationship troubles, but Elisa had still chosen him. She had run right back to that freak the first chance she got. Marcus Hillman was a man. How could he not fall victim to that life-crushing succubus?

"What the fuck are you doing on my lawn?" Jason couldn't take his eyes off the girl he'd thought he loved. "Hey!" Marcus stepped closer to Jason and shoved him bringing his focus to his immediate surroundings. "I'm talking to you! Get the fuck out of here or I'm calling the cops."