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You Only Learn Twice

By: TheyCallMeDelly



*READ "You Only Love Once" first! This is a sequel and requires prior knowledge!

Note: This was written during Hurricane Sandy on an iPod/iPad, so spelling, grammatical, and punctuation might be an issue. Don't be harsh...I had no Internet or TV for 10 days, houses got swept out to sea...Some details have been changed since the first story and keep an eye out for symbolism! (6-27-13)

Chapter 1: This Plan Z Can't Possibly Fail

Winter took its toll on our rural New Jersey town rather quickly. Dirty piles of snow iced the roads as infant flakes raced down to the earth to fulfill a short, innocent life. As my body soaked in the steamy air from my hot morning shower, Lakewind remained quaint and silent. March was considered beautification month, in which harsh viruses would endure a slow death and flowers would be granted permission to sprout from the once frigid soil. Thoughts swirled around in my mind, acting as if it were the gentle winter morning breeze tapping on my bathroom window. While I stood in the midst of the rushing water, my insecurity with being alone surrounded me. Ace's voice gradually entered my mind, coaxing and feeding the hungry impulse. Yet, I would happily respond just for the Hell of it!

"Oh, mi luna," Ace beamed, warmly. "Buenos días. You're looking beautiful this morning."

"Buenos dias, mi sol," I giggled, lathering my tired muscles with the suds. "I missed you this weekend."

"No tengas miedo (Have no fear). We shall spend this morning together before school starts."

"You like what you see, big boy?" I seductively cooed with a smirk.

"¡Claro que sí! (Of course!)"

It had been approximately two weeks since I lost my innocence to Ace on my 18th birthday. It was hard to believe that we were at death's door only months before. Our relationship was going steadfast and it became more enjoyable by the day after Ace and I recovered from our injuries. Sex was occasional after we consummated our relationship, however. I didn't want it to develop into a "parasitic fiasco" as my mother described it.

The night Ace and I first slept together was when she discovered our scandalous rendezvous. The large Lakewind High School District bus in the driveway was the first giveaway. When my mother burst into my room and discovered us, she almost shattered Ace's ribs again while she was whipped up in a fury. My mother threw herself into my bed in an expected rage, kicking and punching Ace to the ground.

"I'm 18!" I shouted, struggling to force my body between Ace's and hers. "I can be with whoever I want!"

"You turned 18 today! This horn dog is going to use you for five minute flings and ruin your future!"

After 20 minutes of brawling and bawling, I cooled her down and forced her to take a seat at the kitchen table. Then, I called Ace back in so we could maturely discuss our intentions and apologize for our indecency. Eventually, my mother begrudgingly allowed Ace and I to be together as long as we conducted ourselves sensibly. Unlike many teenage girls, I could honorably keep that promise.

"He is no boy," her voice folded. "However, if you claim to be in love with my daughter, then I have no grounds to charge you under the law. Anna is eighteen, but she is still my daughter and I will encourage her to do what is sound for her promising future. She does not need a hindrance right now, especially with college in the next few months."

Ace was a true gentleman and being older had its perks. He baffled my mother with his charm and mesmerizing Spanish accent as he sweetly justified his love for me. He wanted to cherish and support me genuinely. Ace's intention wasn't to ruin my future with a baby or living with him. However, it became obvious that his presence was unwanted around my house.

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"You think anyone will see us?" Ace trembled with a pale face.

"No, the windows are pretty dark. Besides, no one is walking around here anyway and they most certainly wouldn't approach an abandoned bus." I reassured sweetly, while pushing him into the driver's seat.

Ace smiled when he heard my little purrs for attention as I threw my right leg over his lap and straddled him. After tossing my panty to the side, I roughly ground my pussy on the budge forming underneath his jeans.

"Whoa!" he chuckled, wriggling his pants and underwear to his knees. "Why the rush?"

His bronze mass was standing up to attention as I gazed down on him. Each time we made love, his size always baffled me. Ace was eight inches of thick, creamy bliss. A uniquely crafted curve upward complimented his beautiful mast as well. I shivered as Ace's heated mocha skin rubbed against my goose-bump speckled back. 

"Are you ready?" Ace inquired, slipping a condom over his tamed beast. "I hate these quickies we've been having. Making love shouldn't be rushed..."

With tenderness, Ace leaned forward to seal a torrid kiss as his hairy arms pulled me into a strong hug. His lips were like sugary pillows pressed against my drooling mouth. They were a strawberry rouge and painfully swollen with undeniable lust. After pulling apart, he grabbed ahold of my rear and impaled me with his bulbous tool. I groaned in excitement as Ace was burrowing a place in my most sensitive area. The condom shamelessly tamed my clit while I struggled to slam his swollen flesh into my oozing flower. His raspy moans echoed through the bus as the electrifying sensation surrounded him. My body shuttered as his old, soft emerald eyes gazed up at me while I took a calmer stride above him.

"You've been a good boy, huh?" I growled at him on the brim of orgasm. "You love my body, don't you?!"

"Yes!" he shouted, barely in touch with reality. "Such a good boy! I love you so much."

Ace picked up his pace, pumping deeper and faster. He gripped my rib cage as he tugged my pussy tighter to his body. We lasted for ten minutes before reaching our high, clutching onto each other and gasping for breaths. Spilling rope after rope, Ace burst inside of his lubricated sheath with a sharp yelp. A warm, slimy sensation filled my stomach as I flexed my tight muscles around his dripping cock, ensuring that not a drop was left inside of him. My pelvic region helplessly writhed as Ace quaked on his tippy-toes. Exhausted from the intense explosion of hormones, I rested my head on his shoulder while he pressed his hot, moist lips against my pale left cheek.

Our bodies were entwined on the searing driver's seat with all portals of light engulfed in condensation. The air was charged and musky with a suffocating caliber of ecstasy. Snuggled in Ace's muscular, furry arms was a fantasy my mind marinated in. However, when I caught a brief glimpse at my wristwatch, I shot up out of his lap and threw my skinny jeans on hurriedly. We were parked across the street from Lakewind High School at an old abandoned farm lot. It was 7:21 AM and I only had four minutes to spare before the late bell rang.

"Thank you, sol," I winked at him, hopping off of the bus. "I'll be falling asleep during my classes!"

"Sex is the best 'energizer!'" Ace called out. "Give me a kiss before you go, my love!"

I rolled my eyes playfully then quickly ran up the bus steps and pecked his cheek. I heard him laugh as I struggled to tug my hundred-pound backpack down the stairs. When I gazed up at Ace in the driver's seat, his eyes were twinkling with raw satisfaction.

"When will you be here to pick me up?" I asked, ensuring my pupils grew puppy-like.

"Remember that I'm resuming the 72 run today. All of the original kids are coming back onto this route now that we have a replacement bus. If you're staying after school, just text me. I will come back for you."

"Ugh!" I snarled, then continued running toward the B-Wing entrance. "I wanted you for myself. Text me later! I love you, Ace!"

"Cálmate, mi luna! ¡Te amo también y hasta luego! (Calm down, my moon. I love you too and see you later!)

While I sprinted across the road, a dark navy blue Cadillac was slowly trailing behind me. The driver revved their engine a few times and almost collided with my calves. When I successfully made it to the other side, I waved my middle finger at their tinted window and mumbled an obscenity. As I crossed over Francis Avenue, large charred grey clouds made their way hastily across the sky. When I went to take one more glance back at Ace's bus in the parking lot, the bus was nowhere in sight and a sudden chill flew to the tip of my spine. As if an impulsive response, all of the muscles in my shoulders and neck tightened. Glaring back down at my watch, reality set in and I continued to race across the school's grass patch of a lawn and toward the side entrance. As I entered through the doors, the sky began to open up and the sun slowly waved its welcome to the hurting world of doomed and misled young people.

Chapter Two: Mayonnaise is Not an Instrument

Within two hectic periods of rigorous work and consistent worrying about exams, my head was overrun with stress and exhaustion. I arrived at my English classroom at 9:15 AM, which was exactly five minutes early according to my watch. For this class, I was assigned a lovable whack job to teach my AP English section. Mr. Bryan Wilbur was the polar opposite of repulsive. He was 6'2, slender, somewhere in his thirties, and a harsh snow white. His face, while youthful, had a dark, eerie essence about it. It was an indication of a remarkable, esoteric passion that was lurking inside.

Now, I wasn't lusting after him. Ace was my surreal description of a man: Charming emerald eyes with a rough Spanish/Bronx accent. However, Mr. Wilbur had an off putting connotation about him. But, it was that arrogance I admired him for. He had such a passion and respect for analyzing both American and British literature, but he was rather solitary and dark-humored. Of course, I was the only student who appreciated his complexity in all of his classes.

When I entered the room, I tossed my disheveled pile of binders onto my desk. Before I even pulled my chair out to sit down, the startling sound of a ruler cracked, echoing off of the walls. Without turning toward the source, I skittishly threw myself into the chair.

"Anna!" Mr. Wilbur's sinister voice accused. "You're late!"

The class of 24 others giggled as Mr. Wilbur stood before my desk and rest his ruler upon it, leaning his two palms on top. My eyes slowly trailed up from the bulge in his pants all the way up to his scorn-filled gaze. I met his disappointed, frigid stare with surging bravery.

"Well..." I managed to stammer. "My watch said it was 9:15...I thought I was early. Plus, everyone was sitting in their seats!"

"The day the all of your classmates are here on time is when Hell surely freezes over," Mr. Wilbur sneered in a strident tone, attempting to raise support from the class. "Guaranteed."

His eyes were a fierce auburn, captivating my inner thoughts. As I continued to stare up at him, the giggling and obnoxious whispering from the other students ensued. "They should fuck and get it over with," "Does she know her jaw fell to the ground?", or "No wonder Anna got into the literary magazine!" filled the room under low murmurs.

"Silence!" Mr. Wilbur snarled back at the class. The chattering came to a halt and the class cocked their heads to attention. He made his way back over to his laptop on his bulky, grey, 1970's desk. On the screen were the notes we were taking that day. As Mr. Wilbur walked away, I sulked down into my seat, embarrassed and still apprehensive. The looming glare of the other students continued as I managed to pull myself together and finally pick my head up toward the board.

While Mr. Wilbur continued in his presentation of "The Use of Rhetoric," our eyes continuously met and his exuberated bad intentions, which made my heart clench as I scribbled down notes. The period seemed as if it would never end as the forty-five minutes dragged on. He was torturing me with his... malevolent smirk... the smirk of a madman. His eyes mirrored the sadistic, unnerving thoughts that were manifesting in his frail, vampire-white body.

Of course, I stupidly kept 'being tardy to class' as the reason why Mr. Wilbur was revealing his new, unseen side of himself to me. No one else in the classroom noticed. "Click. Click." chanted the clock as my heart trembled with dread. The worst part was that the arms of the clock could be heard as a slight whisper only when the classroom was silent. However, even while Mr. Wilbur lectured the class, the arms of the clock clicked as if they were ensconced in my eardrum.

"DING!"

Within ten seconds, the twenty-four students flew out of their chairs, gathered their mountains of books, and nonchalantly strolled out of the door toward their next class at the sound of the period dismissal bell. However, I had the motor skills of a developing toddler due to my diffidence. As I squirmed around, attempting to gather my overflowing binders and thick AP books, a searing pain in my chest suddenly struck me until I had to gather my breath silently. Bryan Wilbur had his evil eyes on me. When my books were at hand, I gazed around the classroom and realized I was alone: what I didn't want to happen.

Mr. Wilbur remained behind his desk as mine was only a few paces away. As he hastily flipped through papers, Mr. Wilbur looked over at me with a placid, light-hearted smile. His demeanor promptly changed as if it were a flip of a switch.

"Anna," Mr. Wilbur finally spoke, calmly. "Would you pull up a chair to my desk?"

He didn't have to repeat the command twice. I was next to his desk with a chair in a flash. He wheeled his chair nearer to mine, as our knees gently rubbed together. I let out a little gasp as our bodies touched. A weird sensation tingled throughout me, one I'd never felt before. An uneasy sensation.

"How have you been, Anna?" Mr. Wilbur asked, gazing into my eyes.

"As fine as I could be," I blurted out, the first thing coming to my mind.

"Are you curious as to why I snarled at you before?"

"Actually, yes. This is my first tardy offense, so what's the issue?"

"Well," Mr. Wilbur began to explain. "I've been noticing some changes in your performance within the past ten days. You seem a bit exhausted and overworked."

"If that was the case, why did you embarrass me in front of those...those heathens?! You didn't hear them whispering about us?"

My tone of voice seemed to make Mr. Wilbur rather anxious than angered. He reached out and patted the top of my hand.

"Calm down," Mr. Wilbur reassured, with a thin-lined smile. "I just wanted to gain your attention. By the way, is your blood sugar low? You look like you're going to faint on me."

I could barely keep my eyelids open and my heart clenched onto the minimal amount of oxygen it had left. I was dehydrated and I hadn't eaten since the night before due to endless voids of thesis papers. My body was exhausted while my head pulsated as it searched for water to appease the biological warfare brewing within.

"Do you have any water, Mr. Wilbur?" I bated my eyelashes with a hint of reluctance.

"I may have a bottle in one of these drawers," Mr. Wilbur replied, animatedly. "Sometimes I have them in here for my lunch break."

Turning to his left, Mr. Wilbur reached down to the third drawer closest to the ground and found a few Swedish Springs water bottles rolling about inside. With his long, elegant and pale fingers, Mr. Wilbur snatched up one of them and handed it to me so fluidly. I was taken back at the speed of his actions, but dehydration clouded my usually critical judgment. Sneakily, I examined the water bottle from top to bottom. Only one problem was found: the safety seal was HALF broken.

I quickly attempted to justify it to my conscience. "It's half broken. He couldn't get anything inside and why would he do anything to me? There's no reason..."

With a silent prayer, I cracked opened the cap of the water bottle and threw my head back, taking a long, pirate-like swig of the water. After I raced to swallow it, my throat and stomach were already comforted by the reintroduction of water to my system. He smirked when I appeared to be relieved by the needed drink.

"You're good now?" Mr. Wilbur instigated, patting my hands for a second time. 

I mindlessly nodded. Although, internally, my organs were excited for their thirst quenched, my body entirely became more sluggish. My vision transitioned into slow motion and sounds echoed. I glared at Mr. Wilbur for some positive reassurance as to what was happening. Instead, Mr. Wilbur donned a wicked smile I'd never forget.

"Almost all of you students are the same," Mr. Wilbur grimaced as his pale expression coldly grew darker. "Swaying your tight asses and dripping pussies in my face! Every semester, they taunt me with their hormonal hints in the classroom then leave me to rot. Most female students tease, but not you, right?"

In my chair, my jaw was almost touching the floor, as my classmate Jennifer said previously. He's a madman, I knew it! I was thinking he was only playing around before because that's what he does, but not this time. As I bawled out nonsense, I soon realized what he had done to that water.

"That water is going to quench your thirst of approval. Because you're my best, most honorable student, I'll give you the slight benefit of the doubt. I mean, c'mon Anna, the seal was half-broken after all. You can't tease a starved lion with a bucket of raw meat and expect him to lie there after years of torment..."

Heaving random fragments of words, my heart sank when I realized rohypnol and diphenhydramine were coursing through my fresh adult veins. Due to my pursuit of a college major, I had learned about these tranquilizers over the years. However, I was taught more thoroughly than what would be done in health classes. The districts will teach you that these drugs are "very bad." Rigorous chemistry courses say "look at how many uses these medicines have, but a harsh dosage can result in a slow, grotesque death!"

Based on my symptoms, it seemed as if Mr. Wilbur took hundreds of pills of each drug and ground them into his cloudy concoction. My eyes slowly shut as I sprawled onto the white tile floor of the classroom. I groaned in pain, however, I swiftly silenced my complaints out of fear of what would happen next. Mr. Wilbur knelt down beside my aching body and tugged at my flowing curls to sit up and face him.

"I saw you and the bus driver getting it on like a bunch of rabbits this morning..." Mr. Wilbur's voice dripped with harsh laughter and torment, teasing me for a response. "That was me, herding you with my Caddy earlier. I have to admit it was quite a turn on for me. Then I realized I had you right where I wanted you, you whore. After this experience, you will gain some knowledge about taking water, especially half-opened, from anyone, even a 'trusted teacher.' Although you thought you were witty and intelligent, you will learn that MAYONNAISE IS NOT AN INSTRUMENT! Something as innocent or harmless is NOT what it seems, you foolish slut!"

Gradually, my heart was given the command to slow down. As I consciously attempted to go into sleep, I could slightly feel my body being tugged around against the icy, dusty floor tiles. But, I couldn't even protest.

Chapter 3: The Flooding

"Wake up!" a voice jeered, along with a rough smack on the thigh.

My eyes flashed open to be greeted by Mr. Wilbur's dark scowl and painfully bright florescent lights. Suddenly, an icy sensation trickled up my spine. I peered down and I was lying on my desk- bound and naked. Both my arms and feet were bound with thick elastic to pipes from the ceiling going for the building's hot water system. As I began to tug and fight, Mr. Wilbur aggressively shoved himself in between my legs. However, he didn't lay a hand on my trembling soul yet.


You Only Learn Twice



"My dear," Mr. Wilbur mocked, while his face was plastered with a smug grin. "Why are you displaying that you have not a shred of trust in me? You think I'll hurt you, don't you?"

Mr. Wilbur was still dressed in his dark cobalt blue dress shirt and creamy tan dress pants. His black hair complemented these colors as the materials were about to fly off. As I went to scream, I started to choke around something that was shoved in between my lips. A ball gag was tightly strapped around my curly head of hair.

Only infantile sputters were blurted from under the gag and he snatched it out of my mouth to hear the empty threats and obscenities I had to spew. As I had the chance, I hacked a mouthful of saliva at him which flew right by his curled thin eyelashes. Surprisingly, he let out a deep, hearty laugh. A laugh filled with torment and violent playfulness with his head thrown back.

"You make this more entertaining for me," Mr. Wilbur sneered, pulling my hips toward him. 

"You're a deranged masochist! Why are you doing this to me?! I never did anything to you!" I snarled, trying to shield my exposed body.

"Anna, this is how I show my approval," Mr. Wilbur said plainly. "Address me as Mr. Wilbur or nothing at all. You will do as I say, for you and your lover's rendezvous is in jeopardy. You will submit your mouth and loins to me for the evening."

I bit my lip and sulked, ashamed at myself. I was spread out in front of my crazed English teacher like a piece of meat in order to protect Ace's job and our relationship. If Ace discovered what Wilbur had done, a livestock tranquilizer would've been needed due to his overprotective impulses.

"Are you wet?" Mr. Wilbur asked ghastly, gazing at my glistening folds. "I didn't even lay a hand on you yet! You must be enjoying this deep down!"

"Lay a hand?" I gulped as he began to unbuckle his dress pants. "Please, take it easy on me. I'll do what you want, but can't you see you'll be in jeopardy too?"

Mr. Wilbur slipped off his pants, only left with tight, black briefs outlining his thin, sexy waist, chiseled thighs, and swollen, rounded bulge. He blatantly ignored my questions. When his pants hit the tile, Mr. Wilbur pulled a medium sized whip out of his pocket. It was black and had numerous rugged leather strips attached to the handle. I cringed as he held it in front of my oozing pussy. "How are you excited right now!?" I shouted at my conscience.

"Hel-!" I was cut off from screaming help by Mr. Wilbur ramming the ball gag through my teeth.

"You're my little toy for now! Now, keep your mouth shut or you may not even be conscious to witness the repercussions!"

With one fluid motion, Mr. Wilbur's arm swung down with a loud thwack! My pussy lips oozed while they tingled. A second thwack sounded and I jolted from his unexpected strength. Tears were slowly streaming from my eyes. However, my voice couldn't produce any words. My writhing folds were raw and chapped, quivering as if someone were trying to rip them apart. While I heaved and bawled underneath the gag, Mr. Wilbur's pupils were dilated and lucent with violent passion.

He backed away from my pubic region to my stomach. Massaging my flattened stomach with his soft, heated hands, Mr. Wilbur admired my body's makeup. "Your belly is so muscular and flat," Mr. Wilbur whispered, as if mesmerized. "I can't wait until it's distended from my seed..."

His hot breath trickling down my stomach to my pubic region both excited and sickened me. Ace and I belonged to one another, to hold and to cherish. His voice played over and over in my head as I was disgustingly violated: "Te amo, mi sol. I love you with all of my heart."

With the ball gag shoved against my gum line, there was no use trying to scream and fight. I was bound and presented to my perpetrator. My emotions rose in a fury, unsure of what exactly I was feeling at the moment.

"Your pussy is pink," Mr. Wilbur broke my guilty thoughts in a tone dripping with disgust. "I want it red. A dark blood red."

I managed to inhale a huge breath to prepare my body for destruction and unearthly pain. If I was such an admirable student, why was he raping me? Only inferences could sooth my mind temporarily.

"You want to know why I'm doing this?" Mr. Wilbur asked while running his finger along the inner lips of my pussy. "Your writing is so...captivating and genuine. Your diction leaves me baffled each time I read your work. Quite frankly, I could hear your voice repeat those lines with such strength and conviction. It lassos my attention in until the ending carves a hole into my mind, draining the invested emotions I involved with it."

He pulled his fingers away and stood over me. Mr. Wilbur snickered as he witnessed my body impulsively cower beneath him. Tears continued to roll down my face as I shuffled underneath the gag. The unpredictability of the situation was tearing my mindset to pieces.

"Now, in this session," Mr. Wilbur started while wiggling out of his briefs. "We're going to get acquainted with one another. I want to have the same intoxicated stumble that the bus driver had after shagging you. After all, you are my gazelle as I am your lion..."

At his last words, Mr. Wilbur cracked the whip down onto my stomach and the breath was beaten out of me. While he was fidgeting with my gag, the crimson red splatter of pain was still noticeable on my sickly pale skin. Rage surged throughout me at his words. I belonged to no one except Acera, who was my 'wolf.' When Mr. Wilbur removed my gag, my mouth cringed into a scowl. I trusted this man with my art and instead he bent it around and abused me for it. Heartbreak and fury was brewing inside of my mind.

"Ready?" Mr. Wilbur asked, while rubbing the head of his cock around my clit. "Remember that if you make a sound or cry of resistance, be prepared to shutter all night. Understood?"

I nodded my head in compliance. As I stared into his eyes, I felt the presence of something innocent, something tamed. It was as if he wasn't going to hurt me that badly. However, a lurking esoteric motivation was active. His intentions were still unknown in my mind.

With that being said, Mr. Wilbur shoved himself into my canal with such speed. There was a bit of discomfort since my excitement slowly vanished from guilt. Ace was a thick eight inches, while Mr. Wilbur was running in second at maybe 6.5 inches. He wasn't nearly as thick as my Ace!

When he entered my body with no protection, a nauseating feeling swept over me. My body went numb and my imagination died at that moment. He destroyed my innocence and dedication for my true partner. He was defiling my body for his own sick pleasures and my demise.

Mr. Wilbur moaned, wickedly. "Your entrance is so tight around me! Oh, I love it! My balls are tensing up!"

"No! Please don't! I belong to Ace and I can't afford to be pregnant!"

Mr. Wilbur quickened his savage thrusts. The slapping and gurgling of our liquids filled my ears and haunted my battling thoughts. "Submit to me, Anna. Scream that it feels good!"

"Yes!" I cried out, giving into my sensual betrayal. "You feel so huge! Faster!"

"See?" Wilbur grunted, eagerly. "I knew you were going to enjoy it with me. How do you find me inside you?"

I gave him a false opinion to appease him as he continued his bucking: "You're touching crevices that I didn't even know existed! This is so wrong..."

"Yet..." Mr. Wilbur cried out in release. "It feels so...right!"

Within seconds, his cock exploded, coating my insides with warm, thick sin. Relieved, he gently humped into me to ensure his load was flowing deep and let out guttural groans of pleasure. I shuddered as the boiling hot sensation unleashed a violent orgasm within me. As he slowly pulled out, his thick cum spilled out of my pussy and pooled onto the tile floor beneath the desks I was tied to.

"You asshole!" I snarled, struggling against his grip. "Let me go! You're ruining everything for me!"

Hoarse with rage, Mr. Wilbur pulled himself out and backhanded my right cheek. My head flew back due to the harsh force of his fist. Hot tears rolled down my face while my body quaked in shattering pain. The gaze of the Devil was in his eyes.

"You little bitch!" Mr. Wilbur fumed, grabbing ahold of my neck. "You will learn to obey!"

As Mr. Wilbur clamped down on my throat, I was struggling to break free and kick him away. However, Mr. Wilbur's force was too much for my weakened body. Suddenly, he grabbed the tainted water bottle and gripped it in his right hand while his left controlled my air passage. He slid his left hand along my throat, cutting off my oxygen and forcing my mouth to open wide for air. As I gasped and wiggled around, Mr. Wilbur managed to slip the nozzle of the bottle in between my lips, sending the other 12 ounces of tainted sedative to my stomach. 

When Mr. Wilbur pulled away, I sputtered for a breath. A nauseated, disgusting weight swelled inside of my stomach. As the filling feeling intensified, voices whispered and shouted in my head. The sedative was working quickly to decimate my consciousness. The voices were enraged and fighting with me. As I tried to decipher them, I realized it was Ace and my mother's voice.

"You said you loved me! How could you give into another man?"

"I warned you that relationship was nothing but trouble! My little girl is ruined! My LITTLE GIRL!!!"

My heartbeat was beginning to slow while it gradually echoed and quaked in my head. My vision blurred as Mr. Wilbur once again stood above me with his whip and what appeared to be a dildo covered in rounded spikes. As I took my last breath and bared my neck, I mumbled my last words before I slipped into unconsciousness: Amo mi sol mismo.

"Suck it!" Mr. Wilbur snarled as he shoved his sticky, semi-hard cock into my face.

Before Mr. Wilbur could reprimand me, I was gone. My sight was hindered by darkness and I was no longer aware of what was happening to me. All I could hear were the mundane murmurs of a sedated heart.

Chapter 4: Give Into the Night

The air cut at my skin with its frigid icy essence. Although it was March, New Jersey was still captivated by the late snowfall and hailstorms. When I opened my eyes, pain flashed through my entire body. As I attempted to shift my right leg, the quadriceps in my thighs locked up and my ribs tensed up as if they were broken. The scarlet LED lights whirred into my corneas just as I shifted my body up. I was laying on the sidewalk along the teachers' parking lot. 

My body, only covered with my cotton panty, was coated in bruises. Each time I made a move, a muscle would quiver with error. He must've screwed me repeatedly since my vagina was oozing blood and sore. The crisp, cold air wasn't helping the fact that I was lying on the freezing cement naked. When my sight returned, a pine tree was purposely shading my presence from cars passing by the main driveway. As I slowly stood, a loud clank sounded as if something hit the ground. 

While I searched for my clothes, an electronic voice gurgled from somewhere.

"You're awake, my dear?" the familiar voice instigated, sounding like it was coming from a radio. "Look under the tree for the microphone. You have to keep this on you ALL night."

After a minute of searching, my hands quivered at the icy, plastic touch of the microphone next to the thick trunk of the Douglas Fir. Inspecting the object, it appeared as if it were a thin, minuscule earpiece. I slid it over the crest of my ear and gently ensconced the speaker into the hole.

"That's it," Mr. Wilbur's voice mockingly coaxed. "Now, Ace will be here in ten minutes. I will give you the instructions now so that you don't fuck up later."

"Yes, sir," I complied. "What are they?"

"Well, first," his voice skipped a beat with sudden bewilderment. "Thank you for finally showing some respect! It will treat you well, I assure you. Now, you are to keep this ear piece activated and with you at all times. You are NOT to tell Ace about the microphone or our...little love dance. While you were gagging on my cock, I managed to send your fuckbuddy a text from your phone to find you here."

"But you didn't give me clothes?!" I whined, while shaking from the crisp chill in the night air. "Where are you, sir? What else do you want me to do?"

"So attentive, my dear," Mr. Wilbur's voice extolled with a rich aroused tone. "I feel myself getting excited again...But, lastly, I want you to drink the water in a bottle underneath the pine tree. You HAVE TO drink it. This is to protect you AND Ace. After you drink the water and Ace shows up, lead him into the school through the auditorium entrance. I am still in the classroom. If he asks any questions, say nothing."

"Yes, sir," I managed to grimace.

"Clothes aren't even going to matter after this!" he cackled mockingly.

Fifteen minutes passed before the Blue Bird Vision came roaring down the parking lot with such urgency. The effects of the water I quaffed were taking a toll quicker than the one previously. As the bus pulled up to meet me lying on the pavement naked, Ace's expression was the polar opposite of thrilled. As fast as he could, Ace threw the bus into park and leaped out onto his feet.

"Anna! What in the hell happened to you!?" Ace shouted, hoarse with rage and concern. "Oh my God! Your face! Your body ruined!"

Forgetting about my prior situation for thirty seconds, I indulged myself in wrapping myself in his arms as he attempted to scent out the perpetrator. My body was convulsing, the coldness taking on a more extreme form than I had ever experienced before.

"Your face..." Ace caught a sob in his throat while throwing his hairy, warm arms around my body on the ground. "It's all bloody and your body is all gashed up... This is my fault! I knew something was wrong!"

"Hey!" Mr. Wilbur's voice jumped in the speaker, startling me. "Take him into the school before you pass out again! Now!"

I shook my head, not wanting to reveal Bryan Wilbur's intentions. So much pressure was pinned down on me at that moment. If I revolted against Mr. Wilbur's wishes, he would've probably beaten me to death. On top of that, I wanted to save Ace from unnecessary jail time. With the harsh coldness of the air, the presence of my trauma was becoming more evident to sensory cortex.

"Ace," I acknowledged him in a bold, forceful tone. "Come with me, please. You HAVE to."

"What about the hospital?! I'm going to destroy the sick fuck that did this to you! Mark my words! They messed with the wrong woman! Anna, come and let us get help! We have to hurry! Is he still around here? Who was he!?"

"He...he raped me..." The tears came gushing as I violently sobbed in his arms. "He raped me...and it hurt so bad..."

At that moment, I struggled to give him a serious glare through my hysterical tears. Ace's emerald eyes lost its shine and a frown quivering with fright grew on his face. Remembering my alternative, I gently took Ace's hands and held a strong grip on his palm. If Ace and I could exist in a world of our own, it would be free of judgment, free of revenge. Only passion would dance with jubilance while it coincided with our everlasting, blossoming love. It would slowly snake around our two bodies and beckon us with its convincing, blatantly strident call-

"Anna!" Mr. Wilbur's voice carelessly interrupted my fantasy. It was a symptom from the fresh concoction I was forced to consume. "Hurry up! It's almost 7 o' clock."

My head snapped to attention. I had to bring Ace into the high school at all costs. Quickly, I jumbled around an excuse and jumped on it as soon as it could make some sense.

"Mi sol, (My sun)" I whispered, turning toward Ace's body. "Tiene que ir en allí. (You have to go in there.)"

"¿Por qué? (Why?) Ace trembled, waiting for a truthful response.

"WHOA! WHOA!" Mr. Wilbur barked into the microphone. "NO SPANISH! What the Hell is this?! Just come into the auditorium!"

I attempted to hold an optimistic stare with Ace's jaded eyes. I inhaled deeply as I responded to Ace's question.

"Mi sol, quiero que me sigas. (Nothing, follow me.)"

Taking him by the hand a second time, I cantered across the rough, icy cement with my bare feet. Worry lined his face as we begrudgingly walked toward the auditorium entrance. At that moment, Ace's grip read his rage like the page of a book. Guilt had its hold around my neck as my conscience continued to taunt me while I reached for the door. The darkness emitted from the inside of the glass put the two of us on guard before entering.

As we sauntered into the blackened foyer of the auditorium wing of the school, Mr. Wilbur's electronic voice broke the silence.

"After you enter the building, go through the next set of doors into the auditorium. When the two of you are in there, leave Ace in one of the aisles and come onto the stage. You'll soon see what happens afterward."

I have to admit, although I was used to my school after four years, walking through it in darkness was completely different. As I ushered Ace by the arm into the auditorium, my muscles were exhausted.

"Ace," I turned to my mate in the darkness. "Stay here. I must show you something, but you have to stay put."

"Okay," Ace's voice grumbled with aggravation. "Cuidado, mi luna. Please... (Careful, my moon.)"

After five grueling, heartbreaking seconds, he let go of my hand and allowed me to run down the center aisle to the stage. The three aisles of the auditorium were lit up with low-light cerulean strips along the edges. I continued to search out my balance by swaying my right foot out. 

"Hey!" I heard Ace's voice quake. "Get the Hell off of me! What are you doing?! Ouch! Is that a needle?!"

Turning around to decipher Ace's shadow from the darkness, I managed to climb one stair to the stage. However, my victory was short lived as my body became weightless and my proposed fantasy fell out of my grasp.

Chapter 5: Welcome to Scandaloso!

After more than 12 hours of waking up nauseated, I was pretty irritated with having to wake in an unknown place each time. This time, my location was entirely black. When I raised my two arms out, my fingers brushed against what seemed to be the arms of the auditorium chairs. As I sat my still naked body up in the stiff, scratchy cushion, the whole room flashed to a surreal bright white. The echoes of the sound system surging to attention made my heart jump. There on the stage in the center of the white spotlight was none other than Mr. Bryan Wilbur.

Mr. Wilbur was in full dress, donning a shiny sapphire tie. He stood on center stage in the light accompanied with a sleazy, yet voluptuous grin plastered across his face. In front of him was a microphone, standing in line with his tall, frail figure and patiently waiting to be used. Eyeing me in the furthest row back, his crazed stare met my dismal, apprehensive glare which widened his smile. As I began to shift around in my seat while my body gradually gathered its control, Mr. Wilbur reached out toward the microphone and tugged it out of its stand.

"Good evening, Anna!" Mr. Wilbur clucked like an announcer to a packed theater. "I hope you've been enjoying your night so far! You will absolutely adore the show coming up for you, but I think I'll need your executive direction in this production. So, sit back, relax and welcome to... Scandaloso!"

I must've blacked out after he indulged in his childish, overly jubilant announcement, because I was laying underneath the curtains to the stage. When I flexed my arms to push my body up, my left wrist was restrained. A blindfold compressed my eyelids down tightly as I struggled under disorientation.

"Wilbur!" I snarled aloud, with hint of neediness. "Don't you leave me!"





You Only Learn Twice



"Of course not, my dear," Mr. Wilbur popped out from in between my quivering legs. "You're going to enjoy being the lead in this show. I'll introduce you to your co-stars in a minute, just stay ferocious and beautiful."

Shockingly, sarcasm was absent from his last comment! Was I really an "admirable student indeed?" At that moment, I had to pounce on his words and dig deeper.

"But, why are you doing this? Is this an experiment for your rambunctious sexual appetite or something? You're into some kinky stuff and I just cannot see how you chose ME of all students to vict...I mean...use for this."

While I shut my eyes for temporary relief, Mr. Wilbur playfully giggled. The heat rising off of his apparent arousal made me aware that he was still standing in between my legs.

"You have to be kidding," his voice shook with some compassion. "Why I chose you? Your eyes...they blaze a fiery, rebellious, condescending brown like mine! Your hair, so long and unruly...it's like a studious mixture of mahogany gold and shadowed shades of brown...I thought an encounter with you would be amazing, even changing in the way I present the information to the others. But, like the olden wolf that I am, I decided to pounce on an opportunity when it could be the most vulnerable..."

Although Mr. Wilbur's face was hidden from me, his voice was laced with sudden stridency and passion. Speaking to me no more, Mr. Wilbur stepped away and his voice echoed throughout the entire auditorium without the use of a microphone.

"Your first co-star," he introduced, teasingly. "...is a man whom you adore and spend extra time with after-school. You're one of his all-time favorite students and he refers to you as 'The Girl of Fluorine'... Please welcome AP Chemistry teacher, Mr. Kenneth Crown!"

While I remained restrained and blindfolded on the center of the stage, the vibrations of Mr. Wilbur's strenuous footsteps rattled the links attached to my reddened, chafed limbs. 

"Blindfold on or off, doll?" Mr. Wilbur snapped in a rushed instant. "You're still getting gagged if you don't behave."

"Off, please, sir," I trembled with a wince in my eyes.

I didn't believe he said my AP Chemistry teacher's name. In fact, I blatantly ignored it for a few minutes. However, when the blindfold was taken off, I learned that seeing is truly believing. Taking Mr. Wilbur's place in between my legs was the man who partially inspired my future.

Mr. Crown wobbled forward as his flaccid mass swung from his hair-engulfed region. His sickly, pale skin was evidence of unwanted drugging. A fuzzy black wave of hair lined his cheekbones and neckline, only speckled with a few white frays from stress. He was about 5'10 maybe, however, had a stout way about him. Milk chocolate brown was wafting from his head, but his hair was wild from the afternoon earlier. God only knows what Mr. Wilbur had to do to drug 41 year old Mr. Crown.

As I struggled to twist my head to the left side of the stage, my eyes widened and a cry choked me then and there. Mr. Wilbur was standing far off to the side over two naked men who were bound and gagged with a ball gag. An involuntary gasp flew out of my mouth accidentally. Then, Mr. Wilbur made dominant eye contact with me and I almost suffocated with one glance.

"Mi sol!" I gasped when Ace was in my sight. "No! Please don't do this!"

"Now, doll," Mr. Wilbur beamed with malice dripping from his incisors. "Face your partner. Forget about Ace and Mr. Celeste for just a second. Kenneth, you know your directive. Oh, and remember, doll, you have to scream and beg for me. Make sure it appears real!"

Mr. Crown's soft, calming grey eyes met mine. He always had a way of relaxing me in the classroom- non-sexually! Only Ace and I had such a scandalous relationship and it was only going to get worse from there.

"Anna, I-" Mr. Crown gurgled apologetically. "I...am so sorry..."

I replied with a slow shaking of my head. I always fantasized about Crown taking me on top of a lab desk, rough and loudly. He was one of my mentors, holding a respected, authoritative position in my life, which was a turn on. No fantasy of mine lived up to what was happening, however.

At that moment, the forces of guilt, trauma, and heartbreak that once captivated my heart were relinquished. I could no longer stand before Bryan Wilbur and allow him to manipulate me psychologically. So what if he has control over my body at this moment? I know that Ace and I will love each other regardless of any opposition. However, intercourse with my teachers was not one of my fantasies I actually WANTED to live out. The relationship I had with these three teachers were so deep, so sophisticated and intense that they were almost fragile by the word. Sadly, Bryan Wilbur was the unruly brat who broke the fixture I struggled to sustain.

My thoughts that were winding around one another soon were interrupted by the forced entrance of Mr. Crown in my loins. As his shaft slowly found its way to the end of the tunnel, I slipped a groan out from in between my teeth. My body was physically and emotionally exhausted, however, excited from my lurking fantasies. Whenever I blacked out, who knows what OTHER deranged acts Mr. Wilbur had me perform?

"Ohh..." I whimpered, helplessly allowing myself to enjoy it. "Yes, Crown, yes! Faster!"

Mr. Crown picked up his thrusts, though his motor control seemed compromised from the heightened effects of the rape drug given to us. His speech gradually slurred as his gaze never broke from mine. As two tears slid down my cheek, Mr. Crown's lips cringed into a guilty, broken frown. He shook his head and pulled his eyes away, giving me some sort of honor. Then suddenly, his pounding slowed to a stop. All seven thick inches of him slipped from me as he turned his body toward Mr. Wilbur.

"You know what?" Mr. Crown slurred into rage. "This is bullshit! I am not scarring and abusing my student for your SICK, sadistic pleasure! Especially Anna, whom you know did nothing to deserve this!" Mr. Wilbur replied with his iconic smug expression. It was both repellant yet attractive to the eye. However, the smug grin twisted into a sinister, frigid frown in seconds.

"Why don't you tell your star student about the other girl you knocked up? Or, is Anna too precious to hear that baffling tale?" Mr. Wilbur shrugged off plainly.

At Mr. Wilbur's words, Mr. Crown's stone grey eyes winced and he cringed back into missionary position. As he entered me sloppily a second time, Ace's muffled protests from across the stage could be heard. Mr. Crown continued his dull, menacing thrusts until he collapsed on my stomach from exhaustion.

"I am so sorry, Flo. I'm sorry..." Mr. Crown whispered with hushed sobs. "I never wanted to hurt you like this..."

"Crown, I know," I whispered through my choking tears while he continued pumping. "I will always love you as my teacher and mentor. Ugh, but you feel so amazing inside of me..."

I felt Crown's grip intensify as he dizzily pled for my forgiveness with his seductive go-tee scratching my swollen breasts. When I turned to Mr. Crown's tightly shut eyes, the nerve wracking slap of a kick to the gut echoed throughout the auditorium. In response, Ace let out a deep, painful howl underneath his gag.

"Watch her!" Mr. Wilbur snarled at Ace, tugging his grey locks hard. "Watch her submit to another man! Look at her go over the edge!"

"I'm sorry, mi sol!" I shouted at him in my mind. "Protect me! Make him pay!"

"My Anna, fight it! I shouldn't have left you here alone!" Ace's voice sobbed back.

My mate's eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears, as were mine. His body was curled up into a naked ball, bound and gagged by thick cloth ties as Wilbur persisted to taunt him. To his left was my AP Spanish teacher, Mr. Salvador Celeste, who was receiving the same punishment. While Ace was his 25 year senior, they both shared similar Hispanic attributes such as the golden skin tone and deep greenish-hazel eyes. However, Mr. Celeste donned a low-cut hair style and had sexy stubble lining his chiseled face. Their ribs were lined with black bruises and dark splotches that exposed their tattered veins.

Once again, bodily warfare ensued within me and I cursed my mind for running rampant. If my "conversations" with Ace were a coping method, then my mind was getting way ahead of itself. I was again interrupted by Mr. Crown's unsettling moans laced with unintentional pleasure.

"I'm going to burst!" Mr. Crown whimpered as his man hands kneaded the stage beside my bound arms. 

"Please pull out..." I tearfully pleaded in a whisper. "Please...please don't do this to me..."

A surge of energy almost made my heart give way. I let out a long, desperate howl as Mr. Crown announced his unfortunate explosion to the world. Urgently, he pulled himself out and spilled safely on my belly. Rope after rope, Mr. Crown coated my body with jets and jets of warm, slimy seed. His stone grey eyes twirled back into his skull while my body writhed underneath my bounds. Mr. Crown's expression grew somber as he withdrew his bulbous, flaccid spear from my stomach and pulled away from me. 

Taking his place was Mr. Celeste, who also had tears streaming from his face. At Wilbur's command, he shoved himself into me to fulfill his deed. For hours and hours, Wilbur rotated the three men, having them cover me in their potent seed. He would even join them when he recovered from his turn before. I tried to make the best of Ace's turns, whispering how much I loved him into his ear and kissing his cheek. He, painfully, wasn't allowed to respond, but applied uncanny pressure into our sloppy, much-needed kiss.

Chapter 6: Toma mi mano (Take My Hand)

"Mi amor, te levanta. Mi luna? Mi luna! Anna, wake up!"

Shaken awake, I almost jumped out of my skin with fright. When my vision grew clearer in the darkness, flashes of deep, shimmering emerald balls of light stood in line with my eyesight. I leaned into them and met the fine, sweet, lukewarm lips that were obviously hidden somewhere underneath. The iconic lips responded eagerly and pressed gently against mine, slipping our tongues together.

"Ace, ¿Dónde estamos ahora? (Where are we now?)"

"We're at the hospital," Ace dribbled, with a hinted tone of obviousness. "We're alright now. Just relax, Luna."

"How could I?" I whimpered, feeling his hairy, strong arms surround me. "I was...violated...I mean, I know you know I didn't mean for this to happen-"

"Luna," Ace pushed his right index finger over my lips to shush me. "I know you didn't. But, when I saw those men, those dirty, crazed men taking you over and over again...I wanted to kill someone... Rage surged through me with such force that the Wilbur guy had to kick me in the gut to keep me under control...You're my mate and I am yours. You gave me permission to be your first and to cherish your body and soul. Watching another male enter you against your will? Don't even get me started. I should've taken you to the hospital then and there. Fuck my job if it's worth keeping you safe."

"Mr. Crown is not a dirty man!" I fired back, defensively. "He was forced to do what he did! We all were, except Wilbur!"

Although the darkness hid our faces, the conviction in Ace's words was absolutely captivating. I could tell our bond was strengthening and Ace's true presence was inside of me even when he wasn't around. I had a few crushes from middle school and high school, but this caliber of genuine love and partnership was beyond anything I thought I would partake in. I wanted a man who respected me and toyed with my body, not my emotions. I needed a man who would become my second half, my best friend, and also my partner in life.

"I won't leave you, Sol. I missed your hulky, hairy arms cradling me after we made love. Each time before I blacked out, your voice danced around in my mind and I'd see gigantic pools of a vibrant, shiny emerald which were your eyes."

At that moment, I longed for him to be inside of me. I just wanted to feel as if some normalcy could continue. By his protective purring snaking into my ear and his grip of my ribs so tight, it was probably on his mind too. At the same time, I didn't want to be touched or looked at sexually until I've rested and thought about it. More IVs and liquids were being pumped into my veins as I stretched across the wide, stiff hospital bed. It took a lot of self-control to fight at the sick, unnerving sensations that once coated my filthy skin.

"Ace," I light-heartedly teased to change the subject. "What made you fall in love with me?"

His chest quaked with a content growl. I continued to rest my head on his warm, quilted chest while I waited for a response.

"When we first met your sophomore year, it didn't click then. Obviously, you were too young at that time. But, as you began to talk to me and we developed a trusting bond over a year's worth of time, this sense of admiration and comfort built up. Then when you were a Junior, the overprotectiveness came along."

"And senior year...?" I beamed, encouraging him to continue his story. 

"Senior year introduced the emotional potency between us," Ace smirked in a lower tone of voice. "Then our bond grew stronger."

"And, boy did I feel it!" I laughed out loud. "Before the accident, I was going to let you have your way with me on the bus, for crying out loud! Something possessed me to want your thoughts and your body, or something!"

"If you passed away in that accident, I don't know what I would've done. I've already lost my first mate. I knew that if I ever found a second mate, I would have to protect her NO MATTER what!"

"Not to stop you, Kujo," I teased with a bit of sarcasm sprinkled on top. "But, why do you say 'mate' rather than wife or partner?"

"Don't call me Kujo, Luna, that's a dog's name!" 

Everything went silent at that moment. Was I still feeling the effects of the drugs? Was I dreaming? I just heard a voice that sounded identical to Ace's but in my mind...

"Luna, talk back to me," the voice coaxed softly. "Allow me to know you're my mate. I can sense your confusion and exhaustion. Just try it. For me?"

"I..." I stuttered in my own head. "Ace, what does this mean?"

"It means the next few weeks are going to be lots of fun." his voice laughed. "Instead of your 'starved lion,' I will be your hungry wolf forever."

The Aftermath

After all that happened, I didn't go to school until the next week. At that point, I had an "epiphany" which encouraged me to reclaim my dominance over my relationships at school after deep thought and planning. Nothing was going to rob me of an accomplished, jubilant senior year.

It was Tuesday, March 21st when I made my noble return. My friends swarmed around my locker as questions and comments whirled around the hallway. I could tell my sudden disappearance sparked worry and concern within my group of few close friends and good acquaintances. While I was sorting through textbooks in my locker, a familiar voice barked my name above the noise in the hallway. I cocked my head to the left and noticed Mr. Crown peering out of his classroom doorway at me. His soft, grey eyes twinkled in the bright fluorescent hallway lights.

"Anna," he called from down the hall. "We need to talk."

My chattering female companions raised their volume which began to irritate me. As the bell rang for the fifth period, I gruffly herded them toward the stairwell.

"Can y'all go downstairs now?" I asked generously. "I am really busy after all that I have missed. We'll talk later, girls, I promise."

"Ugh! Fine, Anna! Tell us how vacation went during kickball! We hate that anyway!" My friends chimed as they quickly jumped back into their gossip and giggles.

Mr. Crown sulked as he recognized my boldfaced lie. I was far from vacation, ladies! With an exhausted sigh, I threw the rest of my binders into my locker and slammed the door with a loud bang.

"Mi luna, why are you nervous? Are you alright?" Ace interjected, suddenly.

"I have to get used to this new feature of my brain," I snickered at him. "I have to talk with Mr. Crown right away. If you want, just listen to my thoughts and you will learn everything."

"The heathen? One of the males who defiled your sacred temple and robbed you of your-"

"Enough!" I accidentally quaked aloud.

When I turned back to Mr. Crown, bewilderment was splashed across his face. I assumed that when I communicated with Ace through our bond, the expression on my face turned stone cold and I appear to be insane while life continues around me. Ace did explain that I could block him out of my thoughts when I wanted to be alone. However at school, I wanted him to be all ears for my protection.

For those who still don't understand, Ace and I have some sort of eternal bond that unites us as a pair, like werewolves. Before the accident, we weren't able to communicate via emotional telepathy since our relationship wasn't physically consummated. After the ball was dropped with Wilbur, Ace didn't want to keep our communication a secret anymore and he decided to reveal it to me for my protection. So, when I was in Mr. Wilbur's classroom that night, he didn't have a clear connection with me, because I never pursued a connection. He did sense my sadness, wince of pain and thoughts about our desired dream world. He even heard when Mr. Wilbur claimed to be my "lion," which got him really agitated while he rushed to the school. But, Ace said that specific information about our bond will be revealed over time...

"I'm coming, Mr. Crown," I finally responded to my teacher, strolling toward the door.

"I will be with you, Luna. Be brave and relax. If you need anything, your sun is ready to help."

It was period five, which meant one-third of the student population was in the cafeteria. Mr. Crown's break period was during periods five and six which allowed us to talk with no interruption. When I sped into his lab room, I threw myself into a chair, preparing myself for relationship desecration.

Mr. Crown was leaning against his desk, in front of where I sat. We had to talk in order to create less tension between us after what we were forced to do. Sex either strengthens or destroys relationships, regardless of whether it was consensual or not. Before I granted myself permission to fester in horrible thoughts, Mr. Crown acknowledged me and began to speak.

"Anna," he started. "I really missed you. I thought that when you were gone, you wouldn't come back."

"Well, after you've been painfully taken and humiliated by your boyfriend, Chemistry, Spanish and English teachers, you wouldn't want to come back either."

Mr. Crown winced at the sharpness of my words. I didn't want him to feel as if it was his fault, because it wasn't. We were all forced to do it, because we engaged in sinful matters which were drowning us. Yet, a strong air of insecurity and spite lingered in the classroom as we spoke.

"Who was the girl Mr. Wilbur was talking about, Crown? What did you do?"

He sighed and shut his eyes. Before he spoke, he pulled up a chair next to my desk to be closer and speak quieter. At that point, our one year bond was hanging in the balance. Was I being groomed to become his 'girl on the side?' Or was I actually receiving AP credit for the work I had actually done?

"I knew I had to tell you at some point, but I didn't think it would have to be this way..."

"Crown, just tell me. It honestly cannot get any worse."

"Well, you know the New Jersey Scholastic Decathlon you and I are going to in May?"

"Yes," I cocked my head with interest. "It's kind of a big deal. We were invited after all." 

"Well, two years ago, I accompanied one of my other top students, Ashley-Jayne Blosser. You probably knew her from hanging around the Science Department so much in your sophomore year. Anyway, Ashley and I were invited by the State board to attend the Science Sector for 2010 in Atlantic City when she was a senior. The hotel situation was what threw everything off. Because I am a male teacher and she was a female student, they obviously didn't want us to be in the same room at night. But, her mother trusted me since I had Ashley and her brother Royce for three years back-to-back. So to cut the costs, she got one room at the Tropicana Palace for the two of us. The room obviously had two beds..."




You Only Learn Twice



"The first night Ashley and I were at the conference, I took my meds and I went to sleep around maybe 11 PM after we returned from the first competition. So, the lights were off and I was snuggled in my bed, but I heard my name being whispered from the other bed. This girl was so small and her voice was so high-pitched and innocent, it was hard to believe she was a senior. But, we started to talk about ourselves and ask questions about our likes and dislikes in order to fall asleep. And then BOOM. That was when the bomb dropped in the conversation."

"What did she ask you?" I asked, aghast at the edge of my seat. "What happened next?"

"She...she asked me to take her..." he choked out under his breath.

"What?" I shook my head, not able to comprehend everything at once. "'To take her?'"

"Well, the first questions she asked were science-questions, but they were so DAMN awkward to answer! 'What does sex feel like?' 'How do women orgasm?' 'Do all men cry out when they orgasm?' Then after I answered all of them as truthfully as I could, she asks me 'How do you have sex?' I had gotten such a hard-on from the questions...but I gave her a firm 'no' as she pled with me to be her first! She was accepted to Whitwell University on top honors to become a biologist, so you would assume she knew the details of sex already, especially in a public high school!"

"And then she started to cry, didn't she?" I rolled my eyes, recalling the girl's personality as if it happened yesterday.

Mr. Crown had tears coming to his grey, wolf-like eyes. You could tell his mistake will always haunt him. I reached out and took a hold of his large, furry hand to comfort him. He smiled up at me through his tears, grateful for my selflessness. 

"Then all I remember is getting into her bed and wrapping my arms around her to comfort her, but I was so excited from missing my wife and then answering those questions... I pushed her down onto the bed, wiggled her out of her pants and I entered her so gently. Ashley let out little moans of discomfort, but never wanted me to stop. Matter of fact, she stridently begged me to continue after the wince of pain disappeared. I kept pumping and pumping, her tissues were so tight and soft around me and I had never been that fragile with anything in my life...Ashley felt so good and her tiny cries teased me on... We were in missionary and I didn't have a condom, so I was going to pull out before I even arrived at a climax. But, not wanting to let me go, she pulled me in with her legs and I couldn't get away. For a small teenager, her strength was uncanny and ridiculously unexpected. I struggled against Ashley's grip and shouted at her to let me up, but she did the opposite. Faster and faster, she thrashed her pelvis around to force me to come so deep inside of her. I lost control and begrudgingly, I...I..."

I gasped, gripping his hand. "Did she become pregnant?"

"Well," Mr. Crown began to sob, trembling at his recollection. "At first, she did. But, she didn't make it to four months before...she lost."

My mouth must've hit the floor by then. My heart stirred as my teacher tried to conduct himself in my presence. Ashley must've told Mr. Wilbur out of confidence, because she ended up a victim like me due to our academic spotlight and close-knit relationships with our teachers.

"She suffered a miscarriage," I nodded, feeling tears coming to my eyes as well. I tightened the grip on his hands as he did mine. "This has Wilbur all over it."

He shut his eyes and began to shake his head, trying to pull himself together in front of me. Kenneth Crown was no villain, but a man who had a passion for chemistry and sharing that with young people. It sounds like Ashley was so infatuated with Mr. Crown that she wanted to trap him in an adult situation. Although he was turned loose physically, he was still bound to his mistake emotionally.

"The sad thing," he sniffles while he wiped his eyes. "Is that I'm still emotionally invested in what happened. That was my child, no matter how it happened. Then one day in June, Ashley came to school dressed like a spun druggie to tell me the news. Her tone of voice was so spiteful and vindictive... I didn't want you to find out, especially from Wilbur." 

"Crown," I proclaimed to him with a peeking smile. "I'm a girl of Fluorine. No one is stealing my joy, not today, not ever. I'm here to help people cope by taking that one negative particle and stabilizing their lives. It wouldn't have changed my perception of you or made you any less of a mentor in my life. It was in the past and it was a mistake."

"If only our lives worked on such an unbelievable molecular level," he choked out a laugh. "Science is amazing, that's why I've dedicated myself to teaching it to wandering, blossoming minds."

I was relieved when Mr. Crown pinched my thumb playfully and finally beamed his usual, jubilant smile. I replied with solemn laugh and encouraging smirk. There were twenty minutes before I had to leave, so I decided to pander and ask more questions. Some aspects still weren't adding up.

"So, how did Wilbur find out?" I instigated while adjusting myself in the chair. "You both belong to different departments, making it a stretch."

"Ashley mentioned it to him," he said distastefully. "The way it sounds to you is probably like a stereotypical, stale, teenaged romance. She betrayed me and swept my biological attachment alongside. I know it's normal to become like that when you've fathered a child. Believe me, my wife and I have three kids. Even a professional would come in here and tell me to get over it and focus my energy on what I am still blessed with."

"So," I responded quizzically. "He basically wormed his way around for three semesters to collect a triangle of secrets and unleash it for his own pleasure and enjoyment, knowing that we couldn't reveal it without a media frenzy?"

"In a nutshell," Mr. Crown shrugged off, walking over to his laptop. "But, what would he gain from it? By the way, where is Ace? I never had to opportunity to formally meet him."

"Ace has been trying to stay on the bus, so he doesn't come into a building full of children and rip someone's throat out. After watching someone force themselves on your soul mate, you'd tend to have hard feelings..."

"Anna, I really didn't mean-" he hesitated, shying away behind his desk.

"I know, Crown," I interrupted, attempting to hide my mixed feelings. "We were all drugged out of our minds, but it was comforting knowing that it was you. At least it wasn't a stranger who had a disease or came inside of me. You and Ace are the only men I'd trust with myself, sexually or casually. Somehow, the power of a mutual orgasm alters the dynamic of one's relationship. I don't want any tension between us, especially when we attend the Decathlon!"

"You better not..." Ace interjected, suddenly in my mind. 

I let out a deep growl to keep him quiet. As if Mr. Crown overheard it, he smirked at me and hand up his right hand, as if swearing on an Bible.

"There will be no tension," he proclaimed aloud. "The release of chemicals in the brain causes the tighter and more complicated bond. It's crazy how we were designed to have a spouse. I should call my wife and plan something special for her tonight."

"Awww, that's so sweet," I nodded my head, and then reached out to shake his hand. "Cherish her, Mr. Crown. You created three beautiful children with her and she needs your heart and your soul... Now, it's lunch time! I'll see you during chem."

When I gathered my stuff and hurried toward the stairwell, Mr. Crown peered out of the doorway again to capture a glance of me. 

"We got this, Flo!" he called out in confidence. "This year will end with bang!"

I disappeared down the stairs, excited for the zesty savor of seasoned salami and virgin cheddar cheese. I have to admit that besides what happened with Wilbur, my outcome was rather successful. My life slowly returned back to normal and Wilbur was remained quiet since he got what he wanted. Ace and I had to walk on eggshells in order to preserve our relationship and protect each other, realizing that both of our lives could be in jeopardy in an instance. Although our telepathic abilities remained a mystery, I made it out alive and with my "wolf..." ;)

*3rd story in 'You Only' series coming out by Christmas 2013 (hopefully)!*