14 comments/ 53252 views/ 22 favorites The Other Kelly Taylor By: SimoneLisbon [Author's Note: All characters in this story are are over the age of consent: 18+.] Kelly. The exquisite picture of a young faced dark exotic beauty. That's who she'd become in the last seven years, now that she was eighteen and in her first year of college. I lay on my bed in my boxers with thoughts of Kelly swirling around in my head making me crazy. Making me harder than anything else I could image. I was in a state of fevered addiction for one person, Kelly. I could see her lips pressing into the palm of my hand from earlier in the day, and I pressed my hand to my dick to transfer her touch to it as if it were possible. A man can dream can't he? Especially when the odds were so severely adding up against me, I'm more than twice her age, short, and bald so why would she ever want me? ~~~~~ Mr. Taylor I was still a sixth grade teacher when I first met Kelly. She was one of my students when I was thirty-six. Yes, I know I was married and into my teaching career before she was even born. At the parent/teacher conference that year her mother and I talked. Her mother told me I was Kelly's favorite teacher. I'm going to Hell because I puffed out my chest at the compliment, taking pride in it. I responded to her mother that Kelly was my favorite student ever, as if I were a gushing school girl expressing their admiration like a fan. Her mother barely raised an eye at my confession. It's not like I ever had fantasies about her mother or even Kelly at that age, although her mother was a very beautiful woman mind you. And I didn't have these same feelings toward my own daughter, who was just two years younger than Kelly. I did feel like a surrogate father and overprotective towards Kelly once I learned that her own father had abandoned them when she was two years old. It wasn't her body I was attracted to, at least not when she was so young. Even as lithe and athletic and developing as her body was, it was her mind that got my blood pumping and my mind racing and my creative juices flowing. She had a way of looking at the world that just seemed beyond her youthful years. The way she spoke to me really did seem as if I were discussing philosophy with Aristotle or Socrates, or mathematics and physics with Stephen Hawking even, albeit in an innocent package. She was brilliant and that challenged me to be a better teacher for her. I had given out a simple geometry assignment every year to get the students thinking about shapes, sizes and spatial relationships. Kelly to this day is the only student to use a diagonal instead of a perpendicular or horizontal bisection of the 8.5x11 inch cardstock I hand out for the assignment. When I started to grade her homework assignment at first I thought she had failed the assignment and then I was in awe of the genius of her work. She told me when I asked her about her unusual approach to the solution, "You said to compliment the axis. I just figured 'axis', like the Earth's axis meant tilted. I would still have duplicate right triangles when I bisected the page, only they were mirrored forms of each other. So I just saw the entire picture inverted in my head and worked from there." She smiled at me after her explanation. I used her work as an example of what students could do with the assignment. No other student even attempted it because it was twice the work. Most students are just lazy, but not Kelly. At that age Kelly wasn't overly pretty, but definitely cute. I marveled and admired the brilliance of her young mind and recognized the overwhelming potential of such a small child. I had a sense of relief and depression when she graduated from elementary school, although I'm not exactly sure why. I assured myself that my fanatic obsession would wane once she was away from me, maybe. I guess I felt so creepy that my feelings towards Kelly had grown and advanced over the course of the school year from refreshing pride at being able to teach such a mental diamond in the rough to an almost inappropriate yearning and need to be in her presence to insure I did not miss a word of her impressive world view. I felt a sense of lose at our ending teacher/student relationship that I have never had with another student. You have no idea how bad that got for me, I felt like I was going crazy, seeing a child who sparked such intensity in me. Have you ever met someone that just made you happier, lighter, and more satisfied with your life? They are like a muse to you and you feel inspired when you're around them? That was what it was like being around Kelly for me. But still I felt like a perverted monster because I was jealous of her future educators who would have the opportunity to shape her young mind. Her leaving me for the junior high school once she'd graduated didn't end my fevered sinful thoughts of my favorite student, but it helped. The school system redistricted a few years later. They changed from junior high schools (grades seventh through ninth) to middle schools (grades sixth through eighth) and from three year high schools into four year programs. I was given the choice of moving to the new middle school or I could teach Calculus at the high school. I chose the high school because there was a chance I would end up teaching Kelly again. Dangerous and pathetic with the way I felt, I know. A few days before Kelly graduated from junior high school she stopped by to say 'hi'. It was 'ditch day' for the junior high school students. I was thrilled to share with her that I would be teaching at her high school in the fall but she quickly burst my bubble. She informed me that she and her mother were moving into a house after all these years of apartment living on the south side of the town. It meant that instead of going to my high school, she would be at the rival campus. I tried to laugh off my extreme disappointment from her news, I hadn't realized until then how much I'd been looking forward to seeing her daily again, being graced with the mental orbit that was Kelly's brilliance once more. She hugged me and said that I was still her favorite teacher though, and that she was sorry that she wouldn't get to be my student again. If I'd only known before I signed my contract, I could have picked her school. Oh well, apparently even God was working against me, or maybe for me, considering the temptation that Kelly had come to represent in my life but I would rather die than do anything about my impure and confusing fascination with Kelly. My feelings for Kelly felt twisted and depraved and entirely against my moral beliefs enough that I'm sure I'd secured my descent to Hell. I couldn't label why, but it just seemed so wrong to me that I was obsessed with my student. The two years since she'd been in my class had changed her from a small gawky pre-teen into a tall sensual young girl. Kelly went out for volleyball, the track team and she was even a cheerleader in high school. She became a year-round athlete throughout her entire high school career. The advantage was I saw her when her school faced off against our school, and I silently cheered for her each and every time. She caught me at one of the track meets during her junior year and raced over to me in light blue short shorts and a tight white jersey tank top, part of her uniform. I could see the straps of her sports bra and my hand itched to adjust her top. Of course I did no such thing. I slipped into a dark place in my head at that the thought that she had grown into such a beautiful woman, young lady, I mean girl. What the hell am I saying, she was still a child and yet not. But it was in that moment that I recognized that my ever present attraction to Kelly was stirring a physical reaction in my body that I was loathe to name. In my personal life at that time, my wife had recently divorced me. My daughter now attended my school, but she never ended up in my class so it was all good. Well maybe not the divorce part or the fact that I barely saw my daughter even, though Darla roamed the same school hallways where I taught. I felt the need to, and babbled all of this and more to Kelly. She listened, and comforted me with her words, but I was careful not to touch her. I didn't cry on her shoulder or anything, but the conversation made me feel better along with her smile and warmth and kindness of taking pity on such a pathetic damned soul as myself. The schools have a policy of holding their graduations on different days so I was able to attend Kelly's high school graduation. I really had no reason to be there other than Kelly as she was the only graduating student I personally knew, but I felt compelled to go anyway. Her mother spotted me in the crowd after the ceremony and stopped me from heading out the door unnoticed. To make small talk I inquired about Kelly's plans after graduation. Her mother told me Kelly still had no idea what she wanted to major in and that it was my fault. "How is that my fault?" I asked, confused by her statement and wishing I could leave before seeing Kelly face to face. "Oh, you don't know?" she said laughing. "Mr. Taylor, Kelly still talks about your class and you a lot. She said you told her she could do anything, be anything her heart desires. Back then she asked me if she could be your wife," she covered a smirk at her statement. "I told her you were married," she winked at me as she continued. "Kelly said she refused to pick a single thing until she knew what you wanted her to be and pouted for days. She was so young and naïve then, but it was so cute. "So now, even though she got accepted and received scholarships to a lot of prestigious schools, she's decided to go to TCU. She told me she wants to stay close to home and me. But I think maybe she still has a bit of a crush on you." Her mother laughed again as if anything she'd said were the least bit humorous. I tried to slow my racing heart at the spark of joy her words instilled in me and at the same time, I had to curb a flash of anger at the stupid woman for allowing Kelly to waste all her beautiful and rare potential. She should be forcing Kelly to attend an Ivy League school. Kelly was too intelligent to spend her time at a small liberal arts college just because it was local. The absolute waste of it was utterly absurd to me, and she thought it was funny? I wanted to block out the part where her mother had once again revealed to me a little insight into the mind of my favorite student that had me feeling hopeful at the thought that my own feelings could be reciprocated. Then we saw Kelly heading towards us through the gymnasium crowd. Her mother's words had me slightly aroused, angry and anxious to leave as if I were committing a crime by being there. I was willing to abandon my foolish desire to celebrate Kelly's accomplishment for a few moments, but her bouncing young body even covered in the dark blue billowing gown stopped me in my tracks. I suddenly had images running through my head of this young woman in my home and in my bed. I shook my head and smiled stuffing down my raging hormones as she embraced her mother. "Mr. Taylor, Oh My God! I'm so glad you're here. How are you?" she wrapped me in the long limbs of her arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She had hugged me before, but her touch had never inspired such a blatant sexual response. I stiffened under the tight embrace, afraid she'd learn that I was stirred up and could read the guilty thoughts warring in my head. I avoided telling Kelly what her mother had said to me about her childhood desire to marry me, although it was still at the forefront of my every thought as I began to lecture Kelly on her choice in schools. When her mother stepped away to say her 'hellos' to some of the other parents Kelly quietly told me that her mother was in poor health, but hadn't discussed it with her directly yet, and that she was worried about moving far away should anything happen to her mom. I felt like a complete jackass. I scribbled my phone number on the graduation program and handed it to Kelly. I held some hope that she'd lean on me every once in awhile or maybe just call to say 'hi' to her poor pompous pervert of a teacher. I told her to give me a call if she ever needed anything pressing the paper into her hand. She kissed me on the cheek and agreed and as I walked away from the ceremony I could still feel where her warm lips had pressed against my cheek. Unconsciously I fingered the area gently holding onto her scent of vanilla and magnolias as I climbed in my truck. I barely made it home before peeling off my clothes and masturbating just thinking about that kiss and her hug. I think a part me felt it was okay to indulge my need for release seeing her eighteen year old figure, as if it suddenly made my fixation less obscene. Over the next six months Kelly called me frequently until it became a weekly habit every Sunday night. She would tell me about her classes, boys she'd met, music she was listening to, and the atrociousness of the cafeteria food. She even started giving me updates on the TV series Beverly Hills, 90210. I normally wouldn't have watched a nighttime soap opera, but once during our conversation, she said, "You know if I married you, my name would be just like Jennie Garth's character on the show," then she giggled. I swallowed hard as my cock fully awakened at the thought. "Wouldn't it be funny? I could be like the other Kelly Taylor." "Yeah, funny," I mumbled, and my voice trailed off entertained thoughts of my forbidden desire being made reality. I even pictured the church and her in a pure white wedding gown before the shock and awe on the faces of the wedding guests spun before my eyes. Their mouths frothing in fury like rabid dogs, screaming things at me like "Cradle Robber!" and "Perverted Sicko!" and "Child Molester!" I snapped back to our conversation where we discussed everything and nothing important. I had started to feel like the father figure she'd never had growing up and our conversations reflected the new more intimate relationship. It was one I shared with her alone, even though my own daughter was still in my life. Although my daughter hated me from the poisoning her mother filled her head with every chance she could. But I'm not bitter. As the Christmas season approached I'd told Kelly I was having trouble finding something for my little girl, who was now a junior in high school. Kelly offered to go shopping with me as soon as she was finished with her winter finals and that's how I found myself carrying six bags of clothes and books following Kelly around the mall one day. "Well what about music? Any idea what bands she's into?" Kelly asked, stopping outside another clothing store in the mall. It occurred to me it was a lingerie store only after I finally stopped committing Kelly's new figure to memory. "I totally need to run in for just a sec. I need some new bras and panties. I guess I put on that freshman fifteen, huh," she shrugged, looking at me coyly with big brown eyes framed in delicate eyelashes. She was definitely fishing for a compliment. "Where? I certainly don't see it," I said. My eyes lingered over her body as they had done all afternoon. It was a complete lie. She'd put the pounds on, except they were all in her breasts and hips. She looked more like a woman now instead of the child I'd met so many years before. "You look perfect to this old man." I blushed. Yes, I'm still going to Hell. She laughed and gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then beamed at me. "Well my clothing says otherwise, I'll be just a moment unless..." She paused and glanced down between our bodies. I followed her gaze to the bulged in my corduroy pants and gulped. "Unless you want me to model some for you," she said softly with a smile and a wink. I laughed, actually I giggled, "Uh, I don't think that would be appropriate." I shifted the bags and covered my growing member and looked towards the music store on the second level from where we stood. "I'll just try to find something for Darla while you're in there." She shrugged again, "Suit yourself Mr. Taylor." Kelly turned and disappeared inside the store. As I walked away I debated if she was flirting with me or not. Maybe? Of course not. I was her teacher, she thinks of me as a father figure. She was just being...what? Nice? Naughty? It was the season for it. Just humoring an old man for fun? I did the probability of it being a sincere interest in my head, and statistically solved with the latter. It turned out the music store was actually out-of-business so I wandered around the mall trying to stay in the line of sight of the lingerie store while looking in various windows for ideas for Darla's present. Kelly found me twenty minutes later at the pretzel stand putting mustard on my purchase. "That looks great, I'm starving," she said, and without waiting for a response or offer from me she leaned in and down, licked a line of the mustard and took a small bite out of the pretzel. My waning erection recovered in a split second watching her pretty pink tongue flick between her lips so close to my fingers. I ached to go home and stroke myself until I could stop imagining my cock receiving the same treatment as the lucky pretzel. "Sorry, that just looked so tasty," she said, with her eyes closed savoring the small bite and straightening up to her full height, then she smiled at me. I noticed a small glob of mustard at the corner of her mouth. An image of me licking the mustard from her mouth which finished in a deep sensual kiss flittered through my head and caused a grin on my face. Instead I handed her a napkin and told her about the mustard. Her tongue flicked out again, licking all around her lips, first the top one then along her full bottom lip searching but still missing that damn mustard. "H-here let me," I said. I pulled another napkin from the silver dispenser with trembling fingers and wiped the spot of yellow from her mouth. She captured my hand as I finished wiping her mouth and kissed the palm of it. Then she smiled at me as if she'd done nothing at all, completely innocent. I pretended for the rest of the day nothing had happened and when I dropped her off at home and watched her enter her house safely I realized my stupidity. I mean she was over eighteen now and clearly she was flirting with me. But could I act on it? Should I act on it? Fuck, what the hell was wrong with me? I pounded my frustration into the steering wheel and flung the truck in drive peeling away from her the curb. Of course, there was nothing wrong with finding her attractive, not now, not anymore? My mind frantically tried to rationalize months of pent up sexual frustration over this child. No woman, CHILD, sensual WOMAN, oh God what the hell was I thinking? I concluded my debate that my thoughts were a ticket to Hell worthy sin, even though she was all grown up. It was the equivalent evil of incest in my mind because Kelly was so close to my daughter's age, they could be sisters. I drove home frenzied fighting my urges. By the time I arrived home I ran up the stairs to my small one bedroom apartment with random thoughts in my head as I stripped out of my clothes. I sprawled on my bed in just my boxers hating myself for being too scared to act on anything, and too guilty to feel comfortable with it. Then fear gripped me as I convinced myself that she wasn't flirting with me at all, I was only hallucinating what I wanted. I could still feel where her warm lips had kissed my palm as I pressed my hand to my erect throbbing penis. It was as if I could transfer the feel of her lips from my palm to my dick. I sat there slowly gliding my hand up and down picturing her in lingerie. I was seeing how those firm young breasts had grown into full weighted mounds of flesh. I rapidly processed that although I had known her as a child that had nothing to do with the flirty woman who had licked my pretzel earlier. The Other Kelly Taylor Ch. 03 ~~~~~ Author's Note: I appreciate you, the readers, taking the time to read my writing. If you haven't read the first 2 chapters, please do so before reading part 3. How else are you going to know what happened so far? I'd like to thank PA Beebe for the all night editing session and Kirk2004 for his editing help. I'd also like to thank Rob M'Dear who inspired me to write this story with his own brilliant writing and his thoughts on interracial relationships. All characters in this story are over the age of consent: 18+ ~~~~~ I watched Kelly sitting quietly on the edge of her gray couch. Most of the people who attended the funeral left already. It was down to Kelly and me as I closed the door on her high school track coach. I was stalling my departure because she really had no one else, just me. How much she needed me hit me like a freight train as I watched her. She looked small and vulnerable. My heart broke at the sight of her. "Do you want some tea or maybe something to eat?" I asked, sitting down next to her taking her hand in mine. "No. I'm not really all that hungry. It's like food has no taste or it doesn't taste like it should," she laughed. Her laugh was one of those laughs people do when they are on the brink of tears. Kelly said, "I could eat a peach and it'll taste like a lemon. It's weird, but Mrs. Carlota made lasagna and sent it over. You should have some. It probably tastes wonderful, if only I could taste it." Her voice was hollow as if she were not really talking to me, just trying to make an effort. "I'll get you some tea," I said patting Kelly's hand. I stood up to do something, find something, something that would help. I wanted the ability to fix this for her. I have never really dealt with anything like it. My own parents were happily retired and healthy. Kelly stood up and paced around the small area of her living room. She was like a caged tiger, the energy just poured off her. She went from the couch to the edge of the fireplace and then back to the couch four times before she said anything. "I don't need tea. It won't taste right," Kelly said. I sat down on the couch again and watched her. "The doctors told me what happened, and I couldn't hear it. I mean I heard it," her hands made a grasping motion as if she were searching the air for an answer. "So I know somewhere in my mind the information is there. I just can't access it, like it's behind a wall. This doesn't happen to me. When I think about things like dates or phone numbers or whatever I need, my mind just tells me. So maybe I'm broken now. I can't remember what they said happened to her." "Kelly," I tried to stop her but she was working herself into a fevered pitch. Her words were pressured and running together from the speed of her tirade. "Or maybe my brain won't tell me because it's trying to protect me. I read about that somewhere. See I can't even remember where I read that. Things are just a jumbled mess now." "Kelly..." "But things don't taste right. The same. Like they should. And maybe that's a sign or something. Maybe I'm just, I don't know. See there! I can't hold onto anything." Kelly shook her head before carrying on, "Like I know what I should do, but I don't. I know what I should feel, but I don't. I'm numb, but I feel like I stuck my finger in a light socket too, all at the exact same time." Kelly stopped and faced me. "But you should really try the lasagna, I'm sure it's really good." I thought she would sit down but instead she picked up a lead crystal candy dish and flung it at the fireplace. It shattered. I stood up and crossed the small space between us in two steps. I held her up by the shoulders. "Did that make you feel better?" I tried to be light, but my heart was heavy with empathy for her. I could not hide how much I needed to help her or how I wanted to stop her pain. How I wished I could wipe the crazed look from her eyes. She shook her head 'no' but she was quiet, finally. I pulled her into my arms but she pushed me away. "I'm too tall." I laughed even though it really did not strike me as funny. "I can't hug you because you're too tall?" "No, it's just that..." she said, placing her hand on my shoulder for support as she kicked off her heels. "Better right?" "Yes," I said hugging her again, this time she let me. I whispered into her hair, "Let me get you some tea okay?" "I don't want tea," she turned her head to face me and all I could feel was her warm breath on my neck. The way I was holding her, she could feel my body's reaction before I did. She kissed my neck, soft, gentle more like a pressing of her lips to my skin rather than a kiss but all my blood rushed to my groin. "Kelly, this wouldn't be app..." I started. She finished "appropriate," at the same time. "'You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means'," she said referencing The Princess Bride. "Do you know how often you say that to me? How many times you've told me that?" "No," I said. My eyes locked on hers as she moved her head off my shoulder and looked at me. "But I really want to know," she pouted, closing her eyes then pressing her lips to mine. "But I don't know, I never thought about it. I guess a lot maybe," even as I said the words against her mouth, I realized we might not be discussing the same thing anymore. Our waistlines matched up perfectly as she ground her hips against me, causing an exquisite discomfort, while her arms slipped through mine holding me tight against her body. She sealed our kiss by pressing her lips against mine harder until I yielded to her. Her tongue invaded me, searching, seeking, and finding mine until they dueled back and forth in a wet hot frenzy. I pulled away from her mouth with reluctance to search her face for signs that she knew what she was doing. Her eyes burned with desire, lust, and desperation. She pleaded with me to continue with her eyes and I did. Gripping her by the upper arms, I pulled as she pushed me back on the couch straddling me with her beautiful long legs as her mouth devoured mine. Her hands grabbed the top of my shirt just under my dark blue silk tie and yanked until the buttons on my white dress shirt went flying in a dozen directions. Kelly's lips were eating mine, her tongue fucking my mouth as she ground her sex against me. I could feel the heat radiating off her as if she were the sun. I refused to be an early arriver again. I held onto anything in my head that would calm me down long enough to enjoy but not explode this time. Kelly gripped my hand shoving my fingers inside her black silk shirt, past the thin satin material of her bra until my fingers surrounded the wonderful soft tissue of her left breast. Her hand gripped mine forcing me to squeeze with more pressure than I would have normally used but it was so tantalizing I did. Kelly's hand left mine joining her right hand at my waist as she worked my pants open. She fought with my belt for a moment but gave up quickly. Instead, she unzipped my suit pants with enough force to tear them. Her hand dove into my pants pass my boxers until she was gripping me tightly. I gasped, pulling back for air. "Wait, Kelly." Kelly shook her head 'no' and said, "I can't wait. Please don't make me wait. Please I need you. Please!" Kelly begged me. She pulled my hand to her mouth and sucked my thumb between her teeth. She bit me a little, nibbled on it. I shuddered as I felt what she was doing to my thumb like electrical charges pulsing through my body. Her tongue worked my thumb deeper inside her mouth with all the promise of what I would be giving up if I didn't shut the hell up immediately. "Only if you're sure," I said. I spoke barely above a whisper as my eyes rolled back in my head, searching for cognitive thoughts. My heart continued to race while the practical side of me spoke, "are you on the pill?" Kelly released my thumb with a juicy pop. She pushed her hands into my chest and used me to stand up. My body was so overloaded in sensations I didn't understand at first. "Yes. I've never wanted anything more in my entire life," she said. Her hands hiked up her black skirt and then she slid her cream soaked panties and hose down her legs stepping out of them. I undid my belt and pushed my pants and boxers down my hips releasing my cock as I watched her. Kelly tossed her left leg across my body with all of the agility of a dancer and positioned herself kneeling above my aching member. Her left hand gripped me roughly aligning herself with me and then she slammed down against me. She was wet and too tight. She worked her hips grinding and pressing against me as I thrust my hips into her until our pubic bones collided. Kelly screamed, "Yes, oh God yes. Oh...feels so real...what I need..." She shrieked in ecstasy, her words barely made sense and her face contorted in grief. She stopped moving against me. Her eyes were dilated with desire. Her pussy was clenching and trembling around me. I gripped her hips to steady her as she murmured incoherently. I was fighting an overwhelming need to plunge into her over and over. I wanted to fill her up with my passion, to save her from herself because she was clearly showing signs of physical pain. "What?" I asked her. It was the only word I was able to get out as she found her rhythm. "I never thought...Oh God," she grinned at me then and she was moving herself up and down, and side to side, and around in a circle. My mind screamed at me. I'd never experienced such pleasure. Each of her movements excited me beyond control. I forced myself into Kelly as she ground her hips against me violently. She was riding my cock harder and faster than I could keep up with her. "Soon," I moaned. I panted and gasped for air. Sweat poured down my face and neck. I groaned, trying to hold off my release and make it last as long as possible, while I recorded every detail to play over and over in my head. "Oh God, yes! Please, please I love you so much," she screamed. Her fingernails dug into my chest, twisting my chest hair as she rode me. I lost it. I gripped her hands, pulling her away from me as my balls tightened against my body, and I began pumping hot steamy come into her as fast as I could. "I love you, Kelly. I love you," I shouted repeatedly like a mantra to match my pulsing prick as it emptied deep inside her young womb from the milking she was giving me. I pulled her to me. Her forehead, covered in perspiration from her exertions as I planted tender kisses to it using my mouth and tongue to push away the stray hairs that clung to her face. "Oh, Christ I did it again." "No," she exclaimed as if it took everything in her to say it. "I came. I really did, I swear," she giggled. "That was the best sex I've ever had Mr. Taylor. Well, the only sex I've ever had, not counting me that is," she purred and snuggled closer to me, closing her eyes. I relaxed with her in my arms. I refused to pull out of her savoring the feel of her pussy still throbbing around me. I would have given anything to stay buried in her perfect body. I had finally done something right or at least long enough. I felt so selfish in that moment, but I didn't care. Her weight on my body was a godsend. My euphoria started to fade replaced by an overwhelming soul clenching panic. Kelly said, "Mr. Taylor...only sex I've ever had..." What the hell did I just do? I just used her. I abused our relationship for my own pleasure. I stole her virginity. Kelly trusted me, and I took advantage of her. Christ, did she even know my first name? Her mother just died. Of course, she didn't know what she was doing, and here I was with my deflated cock still buried deep inside her warm body. "Kelly, I've got to go." I tried to get up, but Kelly's body was entangled with mine, and I couldn't get away. She rose up enough for me to see her face, and the dreamy expression twisted into one of doubt and fear. I wanted to wipe that look from her face so desperately. I almost stayed right there. "I don't understand, Mr. Taylor," she said in a kind of far off voice. "Did I do something wrong?" She really did deserve better than me. I needed to be away from her so I could think clearly. She shouldn't have done this, not with me, not her first time. She deserved better than a pining old teacher. I gently but firmly unwrapped her arms and legs from my body and slid out of her with reluctance. "Of course not Kelly," I swallowed hard. "I just..." I had no idea how to finish my sentence. I just what? There were parts of my mind and body that craved the ability to end her pain. To remove the look from her eyes. Her look was one of desire and disappointment and lust and fear. I'm going to Hell. I should never have done this to her. I searched the floor for my shoes and realized I still had them on. The thought made my stomach turn. I refused to meet the intensity of her eyes glistening with unshed tears. I went looking for my coat. I had to get out, away, so I could clear my head. Kelly followed me like a hurt puppy dog. What the hell was I doing? Would leaving make things better? The deed was already done, not as if I could take it back. I should have taken Kelly in my arms, reassured her, and told her how much I loved her. I should have told her I was the one who had made a mistake, not her. I loved her for so long that I was crazy with a need to be with her always and forever, even though I was more than twice her age, even though I was short and bald and her teacher and nowhere near good enough for her. I wanted Kelly like no man should. I should have told her I was the most selfish man in the world because I'd given in to my desires and taken such a precious gift that I didn't even know I coveted. What I did was kiss her quickly on the lips and told her I needed to get home to grade papers, even though the school's winter break had started the previous Friday. She knew it was a lie and the tears flooded down her cheeks. "I'll call you t-tomorrow, I swear. I do love you Kelly. I j-just...I just...I sh-should...go." Kelly hiccupped through her tears as I opened the door. She said, "Aaron." I almost ran into a wall of blond muscle. He was a force to be reckoned with as I thought that he was who she needed, not me. Then he hit me square in the jaw, and the next thing I knew I was leaning against the wall barely still on my feet. I used the wall to support myself to keep from falling to the ground. The power of his fist split my lip and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I shook my head trying to clear the slow burning ache as it built from just a spark to a full blown inferno in my jaw. I guessed that whoever this guy was, he cared about Kelly. Why else would he hit me? I knew I could take him if only I had a baseball bat. It didn't matter because I deserved to be punched in the mouth for betraying Kelly's trust. Kelly yelled at him, "What the hell is wrong with you?" but he only backed up to the edge of her concrete steps. He let me by as I scurried to my truck. I started my engine and watched Kelly slam her front door leaving him on the outside. I knew he wasn't her boyfriend because she would have told me if she were dating anyone. At least I thought she would have told me. Tonight our relationship moved into new territory because I'd given into my primal desires. Maybe she didn't tell me because she only saw my relationship as a paternal one. I watched him pace in front of Kelly's house and light a cigarette. I put my truck into gear and floored it, desperate to get away. ~~~~~ To be continued... ~~~~~ The Other Kelly Taylor Ch. 04 Author's Notes: I'd like to thank the volunteer editors, jimbean485, Kirk2004, stewarj427l, and ill_eat_wince for their editing help with this story. Although I didn't use all their editing tips, I appreciate all of you for using your valuable time to help me tell this story. To the readers especially the ones who have expressed enjoyment in reading my words, thank you. I'm just happy I have at least one fan, maybe more, of my work. Unfortunately, for anyone just looking for a lot of sex scenes run together, this part will disappoint you. I did a great deal of character development in this part that I feel is very necessary to the whole. All characters in this story are over the age of consent: 18+ ~~~~~ Aaron Lights are out at my old man's place, I'm not surprised. He probably fell in a bottle watching porn or some shit. Motherfucker broke my arm and kicked me out. Fuck him. He's an asshole, not worth my time. I finished my cigarette and walked away from Kelly's steps. I borrowed money from his shop to buy Kelly that stupid CD player. I would have paid it back eventually. But I had to replace that damn walkman, though. I didn't even mean to break it. She just freaked me out, you know. I'd open my mouth and try and say somethin' nice and I couldn't. All that came out was dumb shit and calling her names. Then she said all that shit about my dick and I just lost it. I'm not proud of what she made me do. So, I figured I'd make up for it. It's Kelly's fault really; if she'd just agreed to go out with my boy, Jordan Scarlotti when he asked her out, nothin' bad woulda happened. But Jordan said she was a 'nigger bitch' who thought she was too good for him. With Jordan being black, I had his back. He called me 'honky' and 'cracker' and 'the man' that's just how we rolled. Jordan's dad, Dr. Scarlotti, owned a vintage Mustang, custom indigo blue paint job and it was flawless. He brung his car around my old man's shop a lot cuz even though my dad told him not to, he drove it every day. That's how I met Jordan, he'd always tag along. Even back then I was helpin' out my dad cuz he couldn't afford to keep an extra mechanic on staff when I could do the work for free. My dad used to talk about Dr. Scarlotti when he wasn't there. "Stupid nigger, always gettin' uppity when they get themself some fancy ed-u-ma-cation. But thank God, for the jungle monkeys that don't know shit about cars." Then he would laugh. Jordan was always a 'love them and leave them' type before Kelly. He got more action than a rock star, at least that's what he told me. But then he went all nuts about Kelly. It became Kelly this, and Kelly that. He was driving me nuts with Kelly talk. What Jordan though was so special about the bitch, I didn't see it. Okay, maybe she had a smokin' body and a pretty face but she was way too smart for her own good. Since I got left behind a few times cuz I don't read so good, I'd been driving for a year by the time Kelly started at our school. Jordan dragged me to the diner downtown where Kelly's mom worked. We went every day after school for months. James Dawson ran the place. You could see he had a thing for Kelly's mom. I mean her mom was always nice and everythin'. She smelled like Kelly, guess they used the same flowery shampoo or somethin'. Her mom was real easy on the eyes too. She even told Jordan he should ask Kelly out once. So maybe it was her mom's fault. I remember this one time her mom was talking to Dawson. Well she was somethin' and that old horny guy was just eating up whatever she was servin'. She walked up to the counter, leaned over it, grabbed a cherry from the sundae fruits, popped it in her mouth, stem and all, then like five seconds later remove the stem all tied in a tight ass knot. Hottest shit I'd ever seen a chick do outside a porn flick. "Kelly's failing her history class," Kelly's mom said, rolling that cherry stem between her thumb and forefinger. She pitched it on the counter, and then grabbed a new cherry while Dawson kept swallowing like he was thirsty. He cleared his throat and asked, "Some boy sniffing around her?" Kelly's mom shook her head 'no'. "She can't handle her class load and all the sports?" Again her mom shook her head 'no'. "Well what's the problem Carol, I know it's not drugs or something?" Carol finished her second cherry and did that thing with the stem again and then she said, "Just Kelly thinking again. My baby worries too much. She got it in her head that even though Mr. Harrison said that pop culture would be a part of the current events assignments, we didn't need a television. "Mr. Harrison felt bad about having to fail Kelly. When he called me to tell me she failed the first two assignments, he apologized. He said that it was usually the student's favorite part of the class. He assigned them an hour of television to watch every night. Kelly used the TV guidebook instead of just asking me to buy her a television." She laughed and popped another cherry in her mouth. "That girl of yours," Dawson said shaking his head. "Why didn't she just go over to a friend's house instead?" he asked. "Well you know Kelly, her friends are books and books. I thought with her playing sports and all she'd start being more social. Like normal kids her age, dating and such. But no, Mr. Taylor told her eons ago that she could go to Harvard, Yale, or even MIT, if she worked at it. That meant I had to get her into a better high school where they offer AP courses. "She knows how hard I worked to buy the house, and with sports all being pay-to-play. She's trying to get any scholarship available. Maybe I would have come out better putting her in private school, I don't know." "I don't think so. It's the best high school in the area. They boast the highest percentage of graduates. Most of the grads go on to top rated universities, too," Dawson said. "You did the right thing, Carol." "I hope so. Anyway, she thinks I can't come up with the money. I did, well almost. I saw a nice one at Mike's pawnshop. I'll get the little one though. I can afford it and that's all she needs." She smiled and popped another stem out of her mouth. Dawson cleared his throat again. "Oh I forgot. I've been holding some tips for you. About a hundred dollars worth or so, let me just get that for you after work." Kelly's mom popped her hip out to the side and then cocked one eyebrow up and said, "Well if you think I have some extra money coming that's real nice of you, Mr. Dawson." She winked and walked away. Willie, the dishwasher, a black man closer to Kelly's mom's age than Dawson's age, sidled up to him. Kelly's mom was bending over to pour coffee for a table up by the front door of the diner. Dawson's eyes were glued to her ass as he leaned over the counter for a better look. Willie said, "It'd probably be easier to just ask her out, you know." "I did, I have repeatedly. Carol said 'no' but in the politest way possible. Kelly's dad ruined it for any man, especially a white one. I'd break his neck if I could ever meet the prick. You knock up a Nubian Queen like Carol you marry that woman, not dump her. Marry her and hope like hell she never figures out you weren't good enough for her to begin with." Dawson sighed after that and then he glanced at Willie with a smirk on his face. "Don't you have some dishes to wash?" I thought Dawson was an idiot, that wasn't what my dad said about fucking black women. Willie snickered and slapped Dawson on the back, "Sure thin' boss man, whatever you say. Hey, it ain't like she'll date me either. I think Kelly is her whole world and she won't make time for a man no matter what color he is." We stopped hanging out at the diner after that. All of it happened after Kelly turned down Jordan. But I felt bad about the way I was picking on her. I decided to start callin' her 'NB' cuz I really liked that Nubian shit. I thought it was sorta pretty. But I didn't tell Kelly I meant Nubian Beauty. I didn't want to get any ripping from my boy, Jordan, for being lame or nothin'. I thought Kelly would ask me what 'NB' stood for but she never did. Then not too long before all that shit went down with me and Kelly, Jordan and I went to a party on the south side of town. I already had a lot of friends over there. They all went to our rival high school. Most of them had parents like my dad, regular working Joe's and all. See the neighborhood Kelly and me lived in was all old folks except for pretty much Kelly's mom, Kelly, me, and my dad. Our house used to belong to my grandma, his momma. Then she got sick when I was little, so we all moved in to take care of her. It was a small place, only two bedrooms, but my dad fixed up the basement real nice. When grandma died we moved into the upstairs part. A big perk to living there was I went to really good schools, like the top ten in the state. I guess that kinda shit is supposed to be good if you're planning to go to college or some shit. I moved down to the basement again after my mom left us. I was only ten. It kept me out of the line of fire, now that my old man didn't have his favorite punchin' bag. It helped, but it wasn't perfect. Sometimes he still beat my ass. But I hated my mom cuz she left me there with him knowing what he'd do to me. She's such a fuckin' cunt! The party was a kegger and we were getting pretty trashed. Jordan didn't really know the other kids, but he didn't let that stop him from hitting on every skirt moving through the room. That's how we started talking to Darla Taylor. Jordan heard her name and asked if her father was the teacher that Kelly was so crazy about. Darla said that her father was the same dude, and that he must have done Kelly at some point cuz Kelly was the only thing her mother ever heard about. Got to the point that her mom moved out and took Darla with her cuz her dad seemed hooked on Kelly, even though he denied it. Darla was so sick of hearing about little Miss Perfect Kelly. Jordan figured Mr. Taylor was a perverted creep, if he'd let a student come between him and his family. He decided we shouldn't say anythin' back at our school about what Darla said though, cuz it seemed kinda fucked up. Besides, we lived in a pretty small town and everyone knows everyone else's business already. For example, Mrs. Taylor was running for town whore right behind Darla. So we really couldn't trust what that skank said. Even Jordan said he hit that one weekend. He bragged that it was a threesome and everythin'. But, I stopped believing all of Jordan's stories by then cuz even though he said he got lots of tail, I never really saw him with a chick. When Kelly and me got into it, I was hanging out in the library taking a nap cuz my dad didn't have any cars in the shop so there wasn't anythin' to do. Besides the school was always warmer than our house cuz they actually used the heaters. When I got up from the couches after taking a long ass nap, I saw Kelly workin' on the computers. She didn't even see me so I walked up to her to say 'hi'. I went over and bumped my hip into her chair and she went flying. Oops! I usually forget that I'm such a big guy, well tall and bulky muscles and stuff, makes me a bit clumsy. But I did get a look at her blue panties while she was on the floor. She was so mad, I just started talking shit. She's so fuckin' cute when she's angry. Then Kelly pretended to ignore me and turned back to that damn computer, so I grabbed her walkman. I followed her trying to get her to take it back. She was wearing her cheerleading skirt, I thought I'd get to see her panties again if I could just get her to jump up and down a bit, but she wouldn't bite. Then I tried to return it, because she wouldn't jump up. I dropped the walkman and was about to trip and I took a step. I crushed the thing. I didn't mean to do it, but then she started saying stuff about my dick. I was already hard as a rock thinkin' about her panties, so I had to show her that I was packing. Can't let that kinda shit stand, you know. Then her hand was strokin' me, and I was so hard and about to go off in her hand. I pushed her hand away so I didn't cum, but then she looked so beautiful, flushed, and pretty. I just kissed her and it was so fucking hot. I said somethin' about Darla being right, I don't know why. It was just what I thought of, and she gave me a nut shot and I went down. She called me a rapist and ran away before I could say sorry. She was right, I planned to fuck her before that nut shot. I tried to fix it and bought her the nicest portable CD player I could find. I even bought her a CD copy of the tape she was listening to, Roberta Flack, never heard of her before then. I thought that I'd give it to her, figured I'd come up with somethin' to say by then. I picked the lock on her locker, put the player in it, and didn't come up with anythin' that day. I planned to do it the followin' day but by then my dad figured out I'd taken the money and tried to beat my ass for it. He broke my arm, and I busted his nose and put him through a glass table. He told me to get out. After, I got my arm fixed up at the hospital, I slept in my car that night. No big deal. I went by Gordon's shop the next day. Gordon's place is the only black owned place downtown. I knew how much it would piss my dad off if I worked there. Gordon said he didn't think he could hire a guy with one arm and no references as a mechanic. I was about to try the garage one town over, but he told me I could sweep up the place if need be. Fuck it, I needed a job. I've been there ever since. Gordon even let me use his storeroom as a place to sleep until I earned enough to get an apartment in a shithole complex on the south side of town. I went by Dawson's for dinner a few nights ago and that's how I heard about Kelly's mom dying and shit. I didn't have a suit or nothin', so I didn't go to her funeral. I wanted Kelly to know that I felt bad about her mom dying and all. Then before I could knock on the door it opened and she'd fucked that old guy Mr. Taylor, creepy bastard! I would have been happy to never see Kelly again. But she brought her car into Gordon's after hours about three months after her mom's funeral. Just my dumbass luck, right? ~~~~~ Kelly Cling...Cling... I've never understood the mechanics of cars. My car kept making a weird noise so I pulled into Gordon's Garage after work one day. The man behind the counter had his back to me. He said, "We're closed," without turning around. I asked if I could drop off my keys and explained about the noise my car was making. I asked if I could have someone look at it in the morning while searching my purse for my cell phone. I figured I could call Mr. Taylor for a ride. I really had to stop calling him Mr. Taylor. I knew his first name but I called him Mr. Taylor most of the time because I got into the habit over the years of my knowing him as my teacher, not my lover. "I can take a quick look at it. Sounds like a loose belt from what you're describing," the mechanic said. I found my cell phone on the bottom of my purse, pulled it out, opened it, and pressed the send button. My phone dialed Mr. Taylor. "Hey Kelly. What can I do for you?" I loved that about Mr. Taylor. He was always ready to do anything I asked of him, except for the sex stuff. I discovered with him that I did not need to give him sex, he was just happy I was around all the time. He was always pestering me about returning to college though. Maybe he wanted me out of his hair so to speak. I was not withholding sex to be cruel. Mr. Taylor just didn't like what I liked sexually. He loved me too much to hurt me. As attractive as that made him to me, I needed my sex a little naughtier than he was willing to give me. At first I'd given in, I slept with him, correction I fucked him, it was never the other way around. After he took my anal virginity, he cried. He was just a softy, and I wanted to return his love so I tried to calm down about my needs in the bedroom, kitchen, living room, wherever we could have sex we did at first. The more the sex became vanilla and gentle the more I hated it. I needed physical pain. I just couldn't get off on being held and tender kisses. Usually I thought of Aaron Surry to climax when I was with Mr. Taylor. ~~~~~ Aaron "Ok, well the mechanic said he's going to take a look...Uh huh, I'll just...If it's no problem...I'm at Gordon's on...Right of course," she said. Kelly went to hand me the keys without looking at me and they dropped to the ground. "Ok, I'll just call you back if I need a ride," she rushed off the phone to bend over and pick up her keys. Her heart-shaped ass flexed against the tight blue skirt she was wearing and I could see the edges of her thigh highs. Then she stood up, turned around, and saw me. The first thing to flash in her eyes was panic and then anger and then somethin' I couldn't name. Fuck. Her hands were shaking as she gave me the keys. She opened her phone ready to call whoever back. "It's no problem. I can just take a look. I can have you out of here in a second or two." I wiped my hands on a rag trying to clean them up a bit. "I meant to tell you, that is, I stopped by to say that, I'm really sorry about your mom." I walked towards her car not waiting for her answer. I was just hoping she wouldn't call whoever back. She followed me after a while and was watchin' my every move as I popped the hood and looked at her engine. Yup, loose fan belt. Simple enough to fix, but it would be a little longer than I'd let on. She could have brung the car back in the morning. Instead, I lied to her and offered her a ride home. "I don't think so, I'll just call my friend back," Kelly said. She blew a few loose strands of black hair back from her face. Her hair was back in this tight bun thing, a librarian look, totally hot. "Who's your friend?" I asked a little disappointed but I tried to play it cool like I didn't care. She frowned at me, "You've met him. Mr. Taylor. The man you punched when you stopped by my house." She put her hands on her hips. "Right, the short bald dude. Used to be a teacher of yours right?" I asked shutting the hood to her car. "Yes, but that was ages ago," she fingered her phone nervously, but she still hadn't called him back. I figured it was now or never. "It's no problem to give you a ride. Where are you headed anyway?" "Shady Arms Apartments on Cla..." she started. "Claymont," I finished for her. "Yeah I know it. I live there too," I gave her my best smile hoping that she'd accept. I decided she was probably a real good fuck, and I had a few fantasies about fucking her up the ass. "Kind of pointless to drag the old man out of bed when I'm already going to the same place." She snapped her phone shut and slipped it in her purse. "Okay, fine. Whatever." Even though I'd been hoping for it, I was surprised that Kelly agreed so easily. I took her keys and attached them to an invoice and then grabbed my own keys. I raced around locking up as quickly as I could. I was hoping she wouldn't change her mind. She didn't and she was waiting outside in front of the shop when I finished. "Ready NB?" I said, after walking her to my car. I opened the passenger door for her. That's when she slapped me. She started to slap me again but I caught her wrist. "What the fuck, Kel?" Her eyes were blazing as she tried to pull her wrist away from me, "You bastard. Son of a bitch!" I moved back before she could knee me again and then it hit me what she thought I meant. "Oh shit! No, wait Kelly calm down, I didn't mean that. God please, let me explain." She landed a kick to my shin, but I had started laughing at my own stupidity. The Other Kelly Taylor Ch. 04 I pulled her to me crushing her between my body and the car until she stopped fighting and went limp in my arms. We were both breathin' heavily as I said, "I meant Nubian Beauty, not Nigger Bitch. God is that what you thought all this time?" "Of course I did. I mean, you were always..." she got very quiet, but she was looking at my chest instead of my face. I think she smiled, but I couldn't tell for sure. "Nubian Beauty? How did you come up with that?" I released her then and took a step away from her trying to see her face. "Your mom, this guy Dawson used to call her a Nubian Queen. I thought it was nice. I didn't even realize that...Oh God Kelly, I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot." "I've always thought so too..." she said, her head was still bent so I couldn't tell if she was smiling, but it pissed me off. She thought I was an idiot. I'd show her, if I could still get her in my car. "So how about that ride?" I asked. She looked at me as if she were going to say no and then she said almost too soft for me to hear her, "Okay." ~~~~~ Kelly "You listen to Roberta Flack?" "Yeah, actually I bought this for you, but then I never got a chance to give it to you," Aaron said, with a scowl on his face. Aaron was turning out of the parking lot. I wondered what I was doing. I tried to rationalize that whole 'bad boy' syndrome, or maybe I wanted to finish the fantasies I had about him. Maybe that was the reason for my overwhelming physical attraction to Aaron Surry. I was in shock by his Nubian Beauty comment, flattered, and sexually frustrated. Why did he think I knew he meant that and not the other? Curiosity could be to blame for my reasoning to get in a car with such a complete asshole. Was he still a racist? Of course he was, nothing could have changed so much in a year in his life to give him a different perspective on his racial views. He thought of me as something beneath him, I wasn't even a person in his eyes. God help me, I was turned on by the idea of fucking him. So if NB stood for Nubian Beauty how could I fault him for not realizing the initials were the same? Maybe everything I knew about him was wrong. My mind raced trying to find a reason for accepting the ride. Was it just lust because I was so aroused around him when I thought he was being cruel to me? No, it was not me wanting him. Maybe it was a self-imposed punishment for not checking on my mother before my shower the night she died, I just knew it would have made a difference. Since my mother's death, it was as if I didn't care about my well being anymore, physical or emotional. For me the ride to Mr. Taylor's place was a test. I was on edge and afraid and loving every moment of it. I sat in silence as my mind raced. In the midst of my fear and concentration there was a calm to the storm that raged in my head all the time these days. Something closer to what it had felt like to lose my virginity to Mr. Taylor, and I had to process it. Only I couldn't because my heart was beating out of my chest. What was I doing? "So, eh...um..." Aaron said. Was he anxious, nervous too? We stopped at a light. I could have jumped out of the car, but I didn't as the light turned green and the car started moving again. What was I doing? "What other music do you listen to?" "Oh," he visibly cheered up. "Mostly hard rock like Metallica or Alice in Chains, stuff like that." "Rooster's a pretty good CD. I like a couple of the songs off of it." "Wow, you listen to Alice? No, shit?" I nodded yes, but his eyes were on the road so I said, "Yeah." "But the CD is called Dirt. Rooster's just a song on it. It's pretty good, you know," he said. I knew, but playing dumb was a way to make him feel comfortable according to my psychology class. Aaron relaxed noticeably. I said, "Oh," and listened quietly as he went on about a few other bands and movies. In no time we arrived at the apartment complex. "Well thanks for the ride." I grabbed the handle with one hand but Aaron grabbed my left arm before I could open the door. It scared me how much his touch affected me. I realized I wanted him to do things to me, painful things. I wanted him to hurt me, more than his fingers gripping into my arm. I felt tears welling up in my eyes as the reality of what I wanted from him hit me. "Hang on, Kel. Jeez," he said. "I have to go. Mr. Taylor is waiting for me." "What is it with you and this guy? I mean, listen to yourself you sound like a lovesick schoolgirl with a crush. Mr. Taylor? Shit you don't even know his first name, do you?" He sounded angry as he tightened his grip on my arm to the point of pain. I was completely aroused by his touch. "Let go of me Aaron you're hurting me," I said softly. I was instantly aware of my body's reaction to the pain. I was afraid and excited by the thought of him inflicting pain on me. What the hell was wrong with me? I knew it was wrong, my heart beating out my chest told me so. What was I doing? I needed help as my body reacted to him. I no longer wanted to leave the car. "Sorry, it's just I don't get it. What the hell do you see in him?" Aaron said releasing me. "He loves me," I said, in a small voice. I was already missing his touch. "No, Kelly he doesn't. He's a sick perverted dickhead that is getting his rocks off with you, but he doesn't love you." His knuckles were turning white from the way his fists were gripping the steering wheel. "You have no idea what you're talking about." Even as I said the words, I questioned my relationship with Mr. Taylor. I was using him. Maybe I needed to end things with Mr. Taylor, but it was so nice having a father-figure in my life, albeit one I'd had sex with too many times to count. Even though I knew that was not our current relationship. As if Aaron could read my mind he asked, "Does he take you out and show you off? Or does he hide you away like some dirty little secret? This town's so fucking small I would have heard if you two were dating. Why doesn't anyone know about the two of you?" "He's...And I...But..." I took a deep breath and tried to collect my thoughts as my mind raced around like a hamster on a wheel. "I never said we were dating, he's my friend. He does love me, he tells me all the time." "Kelly how can you be so smart and be so stupid at the same time. That's not how someone who loves you should treat you," he yelled. "I'd never do that to you." Then he grabbed me and pulled me to him. "Does his kiss make you feel like this?" His mouth was on mine in that aggressive manner Aaron had. Devouring my mouth as if I were a steak dinner, it was insanely brutal and I returned his kiss. His hands were everywhere, one on my thigh sliding under my skirt the other crushing my body to his until I could feel his heart pounding against my breasts. I felt so small in his arms. I broke away from Aaron pushing against his chest trying to catch my breath. Even as I pushed him away, I wanted to pull him to me. I wanted to fuck him, it was completely crazy to feel this way about him, yet, I did. His fingers reached the top of my thigh highs and the rough pads of his fingertips played with the lace and my bare skin. He looked at me as if he could consume me whole. My eyes closed as a soft moan escaped my parted lips. His hand continued its search until his fingers met the edge of my wet panties. He grinned inches from my face and said, "Shit Kel, I didn't know women really wore shit like this." I returned a shy smile, "Like what?" He snapped the strap of my garter belt. "This, I thought only porn stars and hookers wear this shit. Are you just a fucking slut?" His voice had gone deep with lust, his blue eyes darkened as his pupils dilated. I didn't answer. I couldn't answer, because my answer would have been 'yes'. His knuckles scrapped against my heated sex as he gripped my panties and ripped them from my body. I gasped. Then he pushed one of his meaty fingers into me and I melted against my seat. His finger thrust in and out of me and I whispered, "Please, I need more." I didn't know what I was asking for as he plunged deeper and faster into me with just his middle finger then his ring finger joined the first. I moved my hips against his hand begging with my body as well as my mouth. Another finger joined the other two and his palm rubbed my clit. He was spreading me wide and I shuddered as I came all over his fingers. He didn't stop he increased his pressure even as my body tried to give in to my orgasm. "Oh God Aaron, don't stop..." What he was doing became this intense force moving though my body as I kept going. I kept riding his hand and screaming my pleasure. When I thought I couldn't take anymore, when I thought I'd say stop, I still screamed and then I came again, and again until my orgasms were like a cadence matching my heart's fast pace and making my body lose control. I gripped the headrest with my hands and became completely passive. I realized on some level I was submitting to Aaron. My mind erupted into a hazy fog that was nothing more than the exquisite bliss throbbing between my legs. I didn't care about our history. I only cared about Aaron as he continued to finger fuck me as hard and fast as he could. He managed to slip his pinky finger into my anus by turning his hand sideways and using his thumb to stimulate my clit. I didn't want it to stop and I was willing to do whatever he asked of me. "God, you're so wet. I can't wait to slide my cock deep inside your pussy," he grinned, a mere inch away from my face. My eyes fluttered open and close as if I couldn't control them. His lips crushed mine and he undid his fly. Mr. Taylor was waiting for me and I was the worse person in the world. How could I give into Aaron so quickly and forget about the man I loved? I circled Aaron's wrist with my fingers and tried to pull him away from my aching, almost chafed vagina and dark hole. He forced his hand into me harder and I cried out, "Aaron stop, I have to go!" I spoke in a raspy voice. "Now? Fuck Kelly, are you going to leave me here with blue balls?" he asked. I opened my eyes and watched his engorged penis spill pre-cum. "I'm sorry, Aaron, but Mr. Taylor..." I said, as my hand slipped over his cock of its own volition. I spread the little pearl drops over the head. I wanted to taste Aaron. Aaron sat back in his seat as I slid my hand down to his balls. "They look red, but I'm not seeing the blue." He laughed at my comment as my hand continued to stroke him up and down. "You should take a closer look, you know what I mean." I smiled and did just that. I tasted the mushroom head shaped tip of his penis. He tasted wonderful, salty and musky with a hint of sweet mixed together. Aaron had his own flavor that wasn't comparable to Mr. Taylor. Aaron groaned in delight as I sucked him into my mouth, my throat until I couldn't take anymore. I still hadn't reached his body he was so big. I thought about Mr. Taylor again. I tried to stop, except I couldn't stop. I let my tongue run in circles around the head and then slid down him until I met my hand. I went faster and deeper as Aaron's hands in my hair yanked me, shoving me down further until I gagged. I couldn't breathe as he forced me down on him completely. Tears streamed down my face as I panicked. I grabbed his balls and squeezed, but instead of releasing me he pushed me down further. I swallowed with him filling my mouth, then he let me up enough to breathe through my nose. He forced himself inside my mouth and I sucked and swallowed him until the need to gag was forgotten. Finally, he released me. I sat up, taking as many deep breaths in a row as I could. Aaron fisted his oversize throbbing cock. I searched the floor for my purse. It fell to the floor before our little make out session. Aaron pushed his jeans and underwear down. I felt my shredded panties on the floor, then I found my purse and held it against my chest as I smoothed down my skirt. He opened his eyes and said, "Where do you think you're going?" "Mr. Taylor..." I said. "Why the hell did you get in the car in first place if you didn't want to fuck?" He slunk down in his seat, pulled his jeans up, and closed them. His hands gripped the steering wheel again, hard enough to turn his knuckles white. I sat there frozen by what I'd done or maybe it was what I'd just let Aaron do to me, with me, to him. I was confused by my feelings and overwhelmed. I had to get away from him. I grabbed the door handle and ran. I heard Aaron yelling after me, "Fuckin' tease!" I ran up the stairs until I was safely at Mr. Taylor's door. ~~~~~ The Other Kelly Taylor Ch. 05 Author's notes: First, I'd like to thank Kirk2004 for all of his editing help. Second, I'd like to thank everyone who read, voted, and commented on this series. This was the first story I posted on Literotica, and there was something fun and terrifying about the experience. I hope you enjoy reading the conclusion of this tale. ~~~~~ Mr. Taylor I watched at the window for Kelly's car, but instead Aaron's car was the only one that pulled into the parking lot. I saw Kelly in the passenger seat. At first, it looked as if she were leaving the car. The door didn't open though, and a few minutes later, I watched as they kissed. The windows of the car fogged up as images of them fucking in his white sedan flashed in my head. I saw from that kiss that they were into each other. Only a blind man would've missed it, and maybe not even then. "You fucked him, didn't you?" I screamed at Kelly twenty minutes later, as she sat on my futon couch shaking her head 'no.' "I didn't. I swear I didn't," Kelly said with tears streaming down her beautiful face. "I wanted to, but I didn't." Her tears and admission stopped me from yelling. "Well, fine, but you wanted to? What did you do, Kelly? Why were you with him?" I was ready to explode. It was unlike me to be angry with her, or anyone else for that matter, even though I knew her words were true. The idea of losing Kelly to such a jerk fueled me. Something inside me snapped. "I didn't fuck him. He tricked me..." she started. "Tricked you? What the hell were you doing in his car in the first place?" I spat my bitter words at her. "Exactly how did he trick you? What! You fell on his dick, but it was completely accidental?" A cold anger seethed through my body. Even though she told me she didn't have sex with him, I wanted to believe the worst in her. I couldn't calm down. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I...I just wanted, I don't know," her voice was lost in her sobs. It was hard to stay angry with her as she cried in earnest. I should have comforted her. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss away her tears. Even before this, I knew I was already losing her. She didn't want sex from me, at least not like before. After three months, I was no longer her lover. I was just her father figure. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe she felt guilty about being with me. Inside I listened to her, for what seemed like the first time. I felt like I had a revelation. It was so clear in my mind, as if a neon sign were shouting the answer at me. There were two choices for me, treating her like a treasure, a goddess versus treating her like a pet, a toy for my own amusement. There was no choice to make at all, if I wanted her to stay in my life. I stomped across the room, my fists in tight balls. I could smell her arousal. I knew it was for him, her would-be rapist, not me. I tried to deny what she wanted from me. Even as glaring as the answer was, I still did not want to wrap my brain around it. It seemed so simple now what she was saying to me, as much as I'd refused to see things clearly before. It was as if she wanted to be raped by him, or by me. My stomach turned at my thoughts as I really looked at Kelly. I wondered if I'd win, if I made her choose between him or me. I was afraid to know whom she'd pick if given the choice. Even through my rage, I realized I had to do something. Maybe it was too late, but I had to try. I hated what came to mind, what all the signs were adding up to, made me sure of what she needed, what she wanted. I slapped her as hard as I could across the face, which was not very hard. Her sobbing hitched in her throat, and she stopped crying. Her face was blank, as she was stunned into silence. She looked content even, I raised my hand to slap her again, and she smiled. I hated myself for it, but I hit her again, across the face with my open palm. My anger dissipated as I grabbed her by her hair, loosened her bun, and pulled her face to mine. I crushed her lips with my own, and she opened to me. She did not return my kiss, but she let me dive in with my tongue. "No," she whispered to me as I broke from the kiss. Her eyes opened wide and her pupils dilated. I let her sink back down on the futon, I still had her hair in my hands directing and guiding her until her face was level with my pending erection. "No?" I questioned as I pushed down my sweat pants and boxers with my right hand, still holding her by the hair with my left. "Did you say, no?" She had a slight smile on her lips as I pushed my semi-erect dick against them. I used one arm to push her farther back on the couch by the hair, as I used the other to brace myself above her. She was silent as her eyes swept across my cock. I pushed it harder against her mouth. I pulled her hair and head with more force and said, "Don't ever tell me no again. Do you understand?" I could feel her head trying to nod and then she said, "Yes, Mr. Tay..." Those three words caused her juicy lips to part, and I shoved myself into her mouth. First, her body stilled, as if she couldn't believe what I was doing to her. Then her tongue worked against my growing erection, her throat contracted against the head, and the sensation was beautiful, pure, and evil in one. I pulled her head forward and back. I felt like I controlled everything, even her. My anger replaced by a sense of power, it took over as I fucked her mouth. I pounded her head into the back of the couch, while carefully making sure I was not suffocating her with my dick. I felt exhilarated, commanding, as if I were a god with the control I had over her. She eagerly ate me. Everything inside me told me that if I wanted to keep her I needed to give into the glorious feeling of forcing myself on her. I raped her mouth, but as I reluctantly learned in that moment, you can't rape the willing. I felt different, changed forever by my actions. I knew it was an act of desperation to keep her in my life. It was the only way to show her how much I loved her. I continued pushing in and out of her mouth. I forced myself into her, the sensations, the way her tongue lapped at me, my mind saturated in ecstasy. I submitted to my carnal desires for Kelly. I enjoyed the feeling of power I had over her. I could not deny how much it turned me on. It became clear that if I loved Kelly, she needed me to take control and treat her like a thing. She liked it rough, and an excitement seized me, as I smelled how aroused she became, how she responded to me from the abusive treatment. There was no real danger of my hurting her as I continued to experiment with the boundaries of too far. I slowed my strokes, giving her less of a chance to breathe through it, until she gagged and moaned on my leisurely strokes as I filled her mouth and throat. Each time I rammed my cock between her lips, I held myself deep inside her a little longer, until she stopped panicking. Her hands wrapped around my thighs, her fingernails digging in, as she tried to take control. I pulled my pulsing cock out of her mouth and said, "No, no, little slave girl. You'll do as I say. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. Taylor," she said. Her voice was excited, and I could see her nipples through her shirt. Her nipples were hard little nubs, straining against the material. I let my hand caress one of her weighted breast. I squeezed it to the point of pain. Kelly squeaked as I tightened my hand around her. I grabbed her hair and forced her to stand up. I sank down on the couch to catch my breath, as my mind spun with the contradictory feelings blazing through my head. A part of me knew I'd crossed a line. My religious upbringing tried to kick in with a guilt trip, but my primal instincts took over. Even as I knew I had to give into what she wanted sexually, a new dynamic formed between us. I became Master, as she became my slave, and the irony of our skin color was not lost on me. I had to go against the grain of my nature. I pulled her by the hand down on the couch and fucked her mouth again, only this time she was on top. I thrust up into her face, my hands wrapped themselves in the black silk that was her hair. I pumped her mouth until I was ready to spray come as much as only Kelly could make me. At the same time, I refused to give into my body's need for release. Holding off was easier for me to do while I dominated her, because I controlled everything, even me. I asked her to strip as I pulled my fully erect penis from between her wonderful lips. She smiled and stood over me. She removed her silver jacket and blouse teasingly slow, revealing one silk covered breast at a time. She tried to take her time, to exert some control over her situation, but I was eager to get to the main course. "Strip for me, now!" I demanded of her. She complied as her eyes burned with lust for me. She did everything I told her to do. When I forced her to her hands and knees, she did it. I entered her from behind, and she responded. She pumped back against me. Her body writhed beneath mine, as each thrust drove me deeper inside her. She screamed my name as she came. Kelly's pussy clenched around my cock, she was reluctant to let my dick go as I withdrew from her body. I pulled out of her soaking wet pussy and shoved myself into her darker channel with all the enthusiasm of finding the perfect toy. I thought of her as a toy as I came, she was my fuck toy, my sex slave. For the first time I felt as if she were truly mine. I possessed her like she was a prize I'd earned and collected. Not once since that night has she ever told me 'no' again. ~~~~~ Aaron I finished workin' on Kelly's little blue Mercury Tracer. I'd given her car a tune-up, changed the oil, and swapped out the fan belt for a new one. It'd taken most of the mornin', but Kelly still hadn't come back for her car, yet. I paced around the garage and waited for her. It was after noon when I gave up on Kelly stopping by for her car. Gordon laughed at me, "What's the name of this girl that's driving you so damn crazy, Kid?" I ignored Gordon and went to work on a green Jeep Cherokee. I worked on a hatchback Toyota Tercel after that. My day flew by, but it was well past closin' time when I really gave up on Kelly. Maybe, she forgot all about her car when she was with that Taylor guy. I wondered if she'd told him what happened in my car. The whole thing probably meant nothin' to her, I thought as I slammed the garage door shut. Images of the night before had me horny as hell. My cock got hard as a rock in an instant. I was still mad at her for running out on me, but a quick call to Jordan took care of that. It's not like I'm gay or nothin'. When Jordan told me he was though, he admitted I was his favorite fantasy, so I let the beers talk me into it. He gave amazing head. I'd close my eyes and pretend it was Kelly or some other chick I'd fucked, sucking me off. Jordan was so much better than my fist. It felt good to fuck Jordan too. He was great at it, and he never said I was too big like most of the bitches I fucked. I wasn't in love with him or nothin', I just got off on the fact that he was taking it up the ass from me. At first we stopped hangin' out together as much. I didn't need it to get back to my dad or even my boss. I only called him when I couldn't cum from my own hand or find a chick to fuck. Fuckin' him had become a regular thing recently. It was just sex, not a relationship, or nothin'. Kelly still hadn't picked up her car a week later. I knew where to find her. I thought about breaking into Taylor's apartment by the second week and decided against it. I didn't need no record, she wasn't worth it. Then Taylor walked into the shop and tried to get Kelly's car without her. I didn't let him take her car, mostly just for a small payback. I was still pissed she'd picked him, I still didn't get it. Another week passed and Kelly showed up. She wore pretty much the same outfit she'd worn when she dropped the car off. Her hair was down and curly. Her clothes were wrinkled but clean, I could smell the laundry soap on them. Taylor was sitting in his truck watching us and waiting for her. I glared at him with daggers in my eyes. "How much do I owe you for the car?" Kelly asked, diggin' into her purse for her wallet. "Nothin'," I said. "Thanks, but I have to give you something," she said. "Forget it," I stared at her but she refused to meet my gaze. "What's going on with you? Why are you wearing the same clothes?" "Am I?" she said as if she didn't know. "Must be laundry day," she laughed and handed me a fifty from her wallet. I refused to take the money. "Are you okay? You don't look right," I said. She laughed again, looked back at the truck, and then stopped. "I'm fine, Aaron. Really I am. Can I just have my car keys, please? Do I need to pay you more?" "I said no charge." I walked away to retrieve her keys. When I got back, Taylor stood next to her. "Ask him," Taylor said as I stepped up close enough to hear them. He looked different than he had before, only I couldn't name what it was about him. Kelly looked at the ground and her face was bright red, a neat trick for a black girl. "Do you want to play with me Aaron?" she asked, barely above a whisper. Taylor smirked as she said it. I almost swallowed my tongue. I was so speechless even as I thought I hadn't heard her right. I felt like the butt of a joke I didn't get. "Ask again, he seems to have missed the question and look at him as you say it," Taylor said. Her head tilted up and met my gaze. "Do you..." she started, as her eyes shifted back and forth looking into each of mine. "No, I heard the question. Just wondering how you fit into this, Taylor? What, do you get off watching her with another man?" I asked staring him down. He laughed at me and I was pissed. I could tell, Kelly wanted to bow her head, but she just stared at me. "Do you want to play with me Aaron?" ~~~~~ Kelly Taylor After some hesitation, Aaron turned us down. I was so embarrassed, humiliated, and aroused by the exchange that Mr. Taylor fucked me for hours after we got home. The last few weeks had been so exciting and new to me, and all the proof I needed that he loved me. Instead of 'no' I said, 'Geoffrey' Mr. Taylor's first name, our safe word. I heard that Aaron Surry and Jordan Scarlotti were trying to get married. You never know about some people. Mr. Taylor and I married three months later in Vegas right after classes ended for summer vacation. He made me return to college, and I graduated from TCU with honors. We moved into my mother's house after the wedding, and we have been happily married for over ten years now. As the internet became popular, Mr. Taylor and I found a BDSM club an hour's drive from our town. I got what I needed sexually, and Mr. Taylor learned to administer creative punishments. Occasionally we made love, soft caring expressions of the feelings we shared for one another. It was the best of both worlds for us. I enjoyed my Master's softer side, and I loved my life as the other Kelly Taylor. The Other Kelly Taylor Ch. 02 Author's Note: I appreciate you taking the time to read my writing. Warning, this part of the series contains racial slurs, violence, and vulgar language and is light on actual sex. If you are easily offended by racial slurs, violence, and/or vulgar language or light sexual content please move on to another story because this story will disappoint you. All characters in this story are over the age of consent: 18+ Kelly I snuck past my mother's closed bedroom door and headed for the bathroom. I prayed I wouldn't wake her up as I stepped on the squeaky floorboards of the hallway. I was covered in Mr. Taylor's come, dressed in yellow underwear, a trench coat, and three inch heels. It would have been very difficult to deny what I'd been up to for the evening should my mother have woken up and seen me. Relief at not being caught by mother filled my body as I closed the bathroom door behind me. I stripped out of my clothes and reached for the faucet and turned on the water. While I waited for the water to heat up I replayed my night in frantic details searching for where I went wrong. I stepped into the shower and let the water wash away Mr. Taylor's dried seed on my stomach and thighs. I've had a school girl crush on Mr. Taylor every since the sixth grade. I thought about Mr. Taylor all the time even though my mother warned me that his being nice to me was just some kind of white guilt. "White men don't marry black women, baby. They'll fuck them, but it's never love." I suppose her opinions had to do with my sperm donor who didn't stick around very long after I was born. He never offered to marry my mother, even though I was already growing inside her uterus. I called him my sperm donor instead of my father because I've never met the man and he has never paid a dime of child support. I've never really had daddy issues as so many single mother household children do, especially not after meeting Mr. Taylor. Mr. Taylor has always been the kindest, most caring, warmest man I've known. I found him sexy and manly like some kind of white superhero, Superman or even Batman. I pretended he was my father when I was younger and eventually I knew that he was the only man in the world I would ever want to marry. I'm pretty much a bookworm, with no practice. The girls in my dorm shared with me what they would do to attract a boy and I put those things in to practice with Mr. Taylor. I tried the shy subtle approach and he did get an erection for me, but I think he still saw me as a child. It felt like things were going well though and then he dropped me off and didn't return my kiss. I tried direct and aggressive and he came in my hand, then he walked away from me without another word beyond his apology. So I left. Maybe my mother was right he only wanted sex and once he had his release he was done with me. I let the hot water cascade over my naked body as I sighed for my carnal needs. I was slick with soap suds as I rubbed my clit with my middle finger. I was sexually frustrated from my evening of failure at being sexy. I tossed my head back and leaned against the shower wall. I thought about Mr. Taylor and I tried to hold an image of him in my head. He was the only thing that ever put me over the edge. The only thing I admittedly let push me off that edge. Damn it, I visualized what Aaron had done to me, again. I hated Aaron. I'm not supposed to want a savage racist asshole like Aaron Surry. In a high school where black students make up less than two percent of the affluent student body of course I was going to run into a few racists. Aaron Surry was the biggest jerk of them all. Once I landed on his radar I tried to avoid him without much success. My name wasn't Kelly to Aaron; it was 'Nigger Bitch' or 'NB' for short. If he passed me in the hallway he went out of his way to say it. None of the teachers seemed to notice enough to do anything about it though, or they pretended they didn't hear him. Aaron Surry was the bane of my existence all four years of my high school career. I didn't understand how Jordan Scarlotti could be Aaron's best friend. Even Jordan wouldn't say anything about the names Aaron called me and Jordan was black too. So much for that feeling of family among the black community I'd always heard about. The reason I was determined to hate Aaron for the rest of my life happened almost nine months ago. Once my thoughts went back to the incident, I played it out in my head for all the details it was worth as I fingered myself to climax. A light powdering of fresh snow covered the ground that late March day. I was wearing my cheerleading skirt, although the game had been cancelled because of the snow. Most of the students had headed home already so the school was fairly empty. I was in the library making use of the computers since my mother couldn't afford to buy us one. The librarian, Mrs. Point, was nice and she even gave me a key to the school so that I could stay after school hours. I had the pawn shop walkman my mother bought me for my eighteenth birthday turned on, even though the current technology was CD players. I'd asked for a CD player, but she'd tried and I loved the gift more for her attempt than its actual value. I didn't hear Aaron before he dumped me out of my chair and I was sprawled on the floor. It was my own stupidity for not locking the library doors once the school had cleared out. I was concentrating on typing up my paper and I forgot about locking up. "What's happening NB?" Aaron sneered at me when I looked up from the floor. I brushed myself off and stood up facing him. I returned his sneer, lip flinch for lip flinch. "You're not supposed to be here Aaron, go away," I said and turned my back on him to ignore him. I reached for the computer before he could damage all my hours of hard work for spite. He snatched my walkman from my waist instead as I hit the save button on the computer. I swung around and yelled, "Give it back!" He held my precious walkman above my head the earpieces dangling between us. I held out my hand in silence. "What do you want for it? You gonna jump for it like a jungle monkey?" he taunted. "Fine, whatever, not like it's a CD player. You can have it," I gathered up my books in my arms and walked away from Aaron. It was better not to engage the Neanderthal in a verbal fight. I was angry that he'd taken my walkman as he followed me through the school to my locker. I tried to ignore him as he called me a few other names, demanding that I tell him what I'd do to get the walkman back, even though I had said he could have it. I was angry that Aaron couldn't comprehend the simple phrase, 'keep it.' "Fine if you want it NB," he dropped it to the ground and stomped on it with his work boots crushing it into a few hundred pieces. My eyes burned with tears and I snapped. "I know why you're such an asshole, Aaron," my voice was low and filled with icy anger. "It's because you're so microscopic between the legs. I'll use words your inferior brain can understand. I thought you had a pubic hair until I saw you piss out of it!" I felt smug as I finished my little rant and gave my back to Aaron as I pulled my coat and sweatpants from my locker. My head was smashed against the door of the locker next to mine and my arm was twisted painfully behind me. I screamed, "Get off me you ape!" "I'll show you small you fucking cunt," he was twisting my arm in such a way that I couldn't move or my arm would break. He held my body in place with one hand as he undid his jeans with the other. I felt him rubbing thick meaty flesh against the back of my leg. It wasn't his hand or arm, the texture and shape was wrong for that. I realized as my sobbing hitched in my throat what exactly was making contact with the back of my thigh. I instantly creamed my spanks. He pulled my arm that he was using to pin me to the locker door down against his penis, releasing my arm from the painful angle. "Does this feel like a pubic hair to you?" he asked in a deep excited voice. My mind raced as my body responded to what was happening with fire and lust like I'd never felt before in my entire life. The contact of my hand on his sex sent pulses through my fingers to my arm down my chest and stomach directly to my clitoris until my mind fogged and clouded. I wrapped my hand around Aaron's penis and caressed it, exploring the texture and heat. I just did it on instinct. Some part of me was completely curious so it wasn't me; at least it didn't feel like it was me. He pushed my hand away even as he groaned and took a step back releasing me entirely. I turned and faced Aaron. His blue eyes were hooded and dilated, his massive chest was rising and falling rapidly as if he were trying to catch his breath and his blue jeans were hanging open around his hips one hand holding them in place. He stepped up against me pressing the front of his body to mine. Suddenly Aaron's lips were crushing mine. He was bruising my lips with his so that if I didn't open to him he would cause my lips to be cut on my teeth. I opened my mouth to him, partly to avoid the pain mostly because I wanted to feel his tongue against mine. He was devouring me, eating at my lips, thrusting in my mouth with his tongue, and I responded just as fanatically. His penis was stabbing at my bare stomach because of my uniform mid-drift. Aaron stopped kissing me just as suddenly as he started. He was breathing hard. "I guess all those fucking rumors were true," he said softly. His eyes were dreamy and unfocused; his lips were swollen from our kiss. I was confused as to what was happening. It took a moment to register his words as my pulse raced and my own breath was stuttering out in gasps, "What rumors? What do you mean?" "Darla Taylor said you fucked her dad when you were younger and you're a total slut. Since you don't date anyone I thought it was just a rumor, but now..." he grinned. He leaned in to kiss me again but I pushed against his huge chest and I brought my knee up with as much force as I could muster. I slammed my knee into his exposed penis. "SHIT! What the fuck Kelly?" he said, from the hallway floor. "I never had sex with Mr. Taylor you RAPIST! Don't ever touch me again!" I cried. I ran away from Aaron leaving my coat and books behind. I was confused and mortified at what he'd said and done to me, despite whatever contradictions my body seemed to have about it. I hated the knowledge that Mr. Taylor's daughter thought such a vicious thing about me, and that she felt the need to spread such an outrageous lie. How could she do that to her father? Was she trying to get him fired? The following Monday there was a brand new portable CD player in my locker without a note. Aaron Surry dropped out of school after that so I haven't seen him since. Not that I even wanted to see him. I switched off the shower that had changed to lukewarm water while I bathe and got out to wrap myself in a fluffy white terry cloth robe. I was still confused about what happened with Mr. Taylor and I had the childish feeling of needing my mommy. My mother and I had a really close relationship and I knew I could talk to her if only she were awake. I headed out of the bathroom to her room and knocked on her bedroom door but she didn't respond. I really needed to talk to her so I opened the door. Her bedside table lamp was on but other than that the room was dark and seemed empty. I looked at her bed. One side of the bed was unmade and the covers were askew pulling towards the wall facing the door. There was an odor to the room that seemed foreign but it hit my nostrils and drove a cold shiver down my spine. "Mom?" I stepped inside her bedroom even though she should have been in her bed if she were home. I walked across the room to the other side of her bed and stopped. My brain refused to interpret what my eyes were seeing. My mommy's left arm was crushed under her at an odd angle. Her head was twisted at the neck frozen in anguish. Her brown eyes were wide open underneath her shag cut black hair. Her thick thighs were together but the soft white cotton night gown was bunched up and revealed most of her legs. Her toes were curled up. Her body, no my mommy, was lying on the floor still as death. "MOM!" I screamed falling to my knees beside her body. ~~~~~ Aaron I stomped up the concrete steps while my mind was scrambling for something that didn't sound completely stupid. "Hi Kelly, I'm sorry about your mom." Yeah, sure that'll make her forget I treated her like shit for four years and tried to rape her. "Kelly. Sorry I was such an asshole to you in high school but I heard about your mom. I'm really sorry. She was such a great lady." Better, but I'm willing to bet I'm pretty much getting a door slammed in my face. Flowers, fuck. I should have brung her flowers. People do that shit for funerals. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I thought while pacing in front of her door. My hand was raised ready to knock on the door as it opened and there stood NB with her shirt missing buttons so all I could see were her tits. I grinned at that before the door finished swinging open. I could see a short bald dickhead standing next to her with the same issue. No fucking buttons on his damn shirt! Kelly was crying but the smell of recent fucking was on them both. My eyes went back and forth and I was so pissed off I didn't know what to do. I punched the short dick and stomped back down the steps. NB yelled something at me but all I could do was watch the old dude. I wanted him gone and after he recovered from my fist to his jaw, he raced to his truck, jumped in, and sped away. He didn't even kiss her on the cheek or nothin'. Fucker! What kind of man does that shit? Fucks and runs out on a girl like NB? Dickhead! But at least he was gone. Kelly slammed the door on me. I didn't get a chance to apologize or tell her how bad I felt about her mom dying. She'd called him Mr. Taylor, so I guessed that was him. That was the asshole NB was so in love with, huh, I thought he'd be taller and better looking. I stood outside her house smoking a cigarette. She was such a liar. Still, it felt like everything was all bad. Her mom just died and everything. Fuck it! I flicked my cigarette butt at Kelly's door; it bounced off the green door and landed in a flower pot still smoking. I walked away. ~~~~~ To be continued... The Other Kelly Taylor Even as perverse as I believed myself to be I felt the weight of my cock in my hand thickened by my thoughts as my cell phone rang. I reached over absently to the night stand where I'd tossed it and answered it with ragged breath, "Hello." "Mr. Taylor, it's me Kelly," she hesitated, as if I needed her to identify herself. Her every inflection was a permanent part of my memory from the higher pitched school girl sound to this deeper bass filled ala Kathleen Turner sexy tone she had now. "Hey Kelly, what can I do for you?" I tried to sound relaxed but I was anything but. Did I do something wrong?" she asked. "No, of course not why would you think that?" I looked down at my meaty cock. It had grown even more at her few words and her breathy voice in my ear. "It's just, you seemed...and, I mean I didn't mean to...I thought," she sighed but I could hear it in her voice she sounded as if she were about to cry. "Kelly what's wrong?" I was concerned and torn but my erection was forgotten for the moment in panic at her stressed tone. "I just thought that," she took a deep breath. "I thought that you wanted to kiss me. It was moronic right?" My mind froze but my hand, not so much. I stroked up and down on my dick once, twice, three times before I let it answer for me. "Yes, I wanted to kiss you. I always want to kiss you." "You do? But you didn't and I mean, I tried to be...but nothing I did worked," she sounded happier but frustrated. "What do you mean, worked?" I let my hand glide down to my balls and tugged a little then I began fingering myself with just the pads of my fingertips. Yes, I know I'm going to Hell, but her voice was so damn sexy and she'd said wanted me to kiss her and my dick was begging for the attention. She laughed as if she were relieved and more confident. "It just seems to me like you want to fuck me but you never act on it." This time my hand froze instead of my mind and I was speechless. Had I been that obvious all these months? Of course I had. Teacher, student, father, daughter, young girl, old man flashed in my head like words on a billboard and directed my next words. "Kelly, I really don't think that would be appropriate. I was your teacher." "Yes, but you're not my teacher anymore. In fact you haven't been my teacher for a really long time." Her voice was coquettish as she said it, my cock jumped in my hand. I wiped my hand against the covers of my bed just to get it away from me. "But I have a daughter close to your age," I said weakly, I was fighting the overwhelming urge to just agree to anything she said because so far she made perfect sense. "Mr. Taylor, I'm not your daughter," she punctuated each word and then she did that sighing thing that crawled over my skin like a warm caress. "In fact if memory serves I look nothing like her." That was very true. Where Darla was short, petite, and pretty, Kelly was tall, voluptuous and beautiful. Darla had fair short blonde hair and Kelly's hair was long and thick and black as night. Darla was pale and had light acne so she wore tons of make-up. Kelly's mocha colored complexion was always clear and clean and she wore very little make-up if any beyond colorless lip gloss. My heart and mind raced. I thought about the way her hand had lingered on mine during dinner, even when the moment of grabbing the salt had passed. I thought about the way she'd pressed her body into mine and how hard her nipples had felt even through the knitted material of her sweater and bra at the movie theater. I thought about how her thigh kept brushing mine on the bench seat of my pick-up truck. I zeroed in on the thought that when she'd kissed me in the truck before bounding into her house, she caught the edge of my lips with hers and I swore I felt her tongue for just a moment, but I knew at the time it had to be my overactive, hypersexual imagination. Yes, I'm an idiot, I am the moron. She'd put all the signs out there and I'd been to worked up and feeling guilty to make a move or even conceive the possibility that she had meant what she meant by her gestures. I'm pathetic, a complete and total loser. I tried to come up with any reason why it would be wrong, I couldn't do it. Then she sealed my fate with her next vulgar words. "Besides, you didn't deny that you want to fuck me. So I think maybe that means you do. In fact I'm willing to bet if I were outside your apartment right now in nothing but a trench coat and some of my new lingerie, that you would take me to your bed and fuck me immediately." There was a knock on my door that echoed through the phone. I dropped my phone and grabbed my discarded corduroys as I headed towards the hallway my heart pounding out of my chest. I barely stopped to pull them up my shaky legs hopping from foot to foot, I buttoned them but forget to zip them as I raced to the front door. True to her words she was there, except she'd lied, she was also wearing come-fuck-me black pumps like an exotic wet dream from a men's magazine. She closed her little pink flip phone and smiled at me in a sexy way that made my heart skip a beat or two. I don't remember pulling her to into my arms, but I did and I had. She was so beautiful even towering six inches above me in height with those heels. I leaned in tilting my head up to her and she answered by lowering her face to mine and then we kissed. Her plush lips were softer than anything I could think of and she tasted sweet like juice or syrup. I let my tongue play across those perfect petal lips as if I could sip the nectar that was her essence. It was pure heaven. I guided her body to the closest wall and kick the door closed with my foot, refusing to give up the taste of her mouth. My tongue slipped past her thick juicy lips searching and hungry and she answered with a caressing tongue of her own as her mouth parted in invitation. My hands had an agenda searching through the folds of her outer layer barely taking the time to loosen the belt to reach warm silky flesh. I took time to marvel at her glorious mostly naked body before returning to her waiting lips in a passionate fevered kiss. Her skin was soft, elastic and yielding as my hands slipped past her small waist in search of her ass. She sighed as my hands gripped her roughly pulling her upper thighs against my throbbing cock. I slipped my thumbs under the edge of her satin sunshine yellow panties seeking and spreading her legs apart from behind as my hands pulled and adjusted her so that I could pull her closer and down to me. I kissed down her neck until my lips could flutter butterfly kisses to the top of her breast. The reality of the moment was so much further than any fantasy I had ever had. In response she unbuttoned my fly and slipped her hand over my pulsing hard cock with soft nimble fingers, exploring me with little apprehension and complete abandon. She gripped me close to the base of my penis and then tightened her hand in a snug fist applying steady pressure. The sensation of her long awaited touch sent me over the edge. I trembled as she grasped and my balls tightened and I began pumping cum in ragged spurts that matched my breathing and groaning as I exploded all over the front her body and her delicate and tender hand. I felt drained although my muscles had clenched with my release. "I'm s-so-sorry, Kelly," I stuttered, my skin flushed and heated. I was humiliated by my premature ejaculation. She'd reduced me to an eager teenage boy with a quickly waning member spent by the loss of my load. I took it as a sign from above that I wasn't meant for such glory as Kelly. I was angry at myself and embarrassed. What the hell was I doing? I felt like an adolescent and just couldn't look at her beautiful face and see her repulsion at what I'd done. I tried to recover from my climax and focused on a spot on the wall behind her still clothed shoulder, as my breathing calmed down. I gather my pants from my knees to cover up and moved away from her. I prayed for a hole in the floor to open up and suck me down to the Hell I so rightly deserved. ~~~~~ To be continued...