5 comments/ 55015 views/ 11 favorites A Graduation Present Ch. 01 By: KayOwen Note: Thanks so much for all the support and feedback I have gotten with this story! As promised, I found a wonderful editor that puts up with my misuse of commas and fast-finger typos. Thanks Amela! The 3rd part to this story will be posted shortly so keep an eye out! I love hearing from my readers so feel free to comment or email! The characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18. Enjoy, xo -- KO * It was almost over, he just had to make it a few more hours and he would finally be able to breathe again. The past four years of Jackson Warren's life had been filled with daily struggles and he was just a few hours away from never having to worry about being caught eyeing, daydreaming and lusting after one of his own students. In just a few hours, Andie Johnson would be graduating and leaving Glenbrook High School to go to college, he would be free from temptation. Andie was one of his very first students; he had begun teaching at Glenbrook the same year Andie was a freshman. Jackson's life had changed drastically since that first day over 4 years ago. For one, he was now single, no longer engaged to a woman he had thought he would spend the rest of his life with. Samantha had been in his life since college, she was a strong, successful and motivated woman, all the traits that he had fallen in love with, but they eventually drove them apart. Sam was hungry for success and money. At first she accepted that Jackson would never make a lot of money as a teacher; she claimed that she just wanted him to be happy doing what he loved. However, after the first couple months in to his first teaching job at Glenbrook, Sam seemed to be more and more disappointed in his small salary and even more disappointed in how much extra time and effort he put in to his job. Jackson was always loving and devoted to Sam but also loved his students and was always willing to put in a little extra time to help his students succeed. By Winter Break, Jackson knew their relationship was over. Sam had moved out of their apartment and the wedding was called off. He knew they would both be happier in the end and that it would have never worked once he found out how Sam really felt about his career choice. Being single for the last three and half years only made his desire for Andie stronger. He longed for her in a way he had never longed for another woman, if you could call Andie a woman. She entered high school like most other freshman, in the awkward stages of puberty. But unlike most other freshman, Andie was confident about her intelligence and eager to learn. Their relationship started off innocent, like any other student/teacher relationship. Andie was one of twenty seven students in Jackson's freshman U.S. civics class. She never passed up a chance to ask questions or challenge an idea in class, she aced all of his tests with flying colors and Jackson encouraged her to register for the honors and advanced placement social studies program. Jackson watched as the students filled up on to the stage to take their diplomas. He could feel his breath catch in his chest when she stepped up on to the stage and smiled. She was gorgeous. Andie had short choppy blonde hair that shined in the sunlight, her skin was creamy and pale but dotted with small freckles. She was average height and very slender. Only in the last year did her body begin to take a more womanly shape and figure. Her breasts were firm and high, and much larger than you would expect on a girl her size. As she walked across the stage with diploma in hand Jackson couldn't help looking her up and down. Even in a graduation robe she looked perfect. Andie had begun high school with fear and trepidation; she knew that she was not like most of the other students. Glenbrook high school students were rich and popular, Andie was not. She and her mother had just moved in to an apartment that was on the border of two school districts and Andie was allowed to choose which school to attend. Glenbrook, being in a wealthy neighborhood, was raked much higher in quality of education than the alternative. So Andie choose it, all the while knowing she would never fit in. Her father had left her and her mother at a young age; she grew up with a mother that decided dating was more fun than raising an awkward, too-smart-for-her-own good daughter and Andie spent most of her time alone. Instead of paying for daycare one summer, her mother opted to leave Andie at a nearby public library during the days while she worked as a waitress and at nights Andie was left in the one bedroom apartment while her mother partied at night clubs. By the time Andie was a freshman in high school she knew she did not have a normal childhood and she knew that she was not a normal teenager. Andie had little interest in boys her age, as her mother had taken to dating men not much older than Andie. She also had no interest in parties and drinking like many of her classmates. Andie had cleaned up after her mother and her boyfriends after their nights out ended in puking in the apartment bathroom. All Andie really wanted to do was get good grades in high school so that she might be able to get a scholarship and be able to attend a college far away. After only a few weeks of class her freshman year, Andie had fallen in love with social studies. She knew that she wanted to become a lawyer and soaked up all the information Mr. Warren could give her in his U.S. civics class. Soon she was spending all her extra time reading and learning about government and law. Andie took advantage of the fact that Mr. Warren seemed to always be in his office and willing to answer all her questions and spend extra time with her on her class work. Jackson knew more about Andie than any of his other students; he spent hours talking with her every week outside of class. She had opened up to him about her family situation and confided in him about her struggle with her mother. By the end of her freshman year, Jackson was disappointed that he would no longer have Andie in his classes as she would be taking the advanced courses taught by the more senior faculty. However, this did not stop Andie from coming to his office at least once a week for the rest of her high school career. By the second year, Andie was fitting in better with her fellow students despite the fact that most of them came from very wealthy families and very few were as interested in education as she was. She had made a few friends and even went out on a date or two but she was never as comfortable around her peers as she was when she was in Mr. Warren's company. He seemed to appreciate her love of learning and encouraged her in a way she never received from her mother. One day in the spring of her senior year, Andie had missed her social studies class for the first time since beginning at Glenbrook. Jackson had filled in for her regular teacher and was looking forward to having her in class again but became concerned when she was not in class. When he got back to his office after the students had left school for the day he checked the schools excused absence list which would show if Andie had called in to explain why she would not be at class, but there was nothing. Just as Jackson was getting packed up for the night and ready to go home, he heard a small sound at the door of his office. Andie was standing in the doorway, with tears streaming down her face and a small cut on her bruised lower lip. Jackson was overcome with emotion and rage, 'What the hell happened?' was the first thing that came out of his mouth and he realized his mistake when Andie covered her face and began to sob. 'Oh Andie, I am sorry, I didn't mean to yell. Come in, sit down. Don't cry, don't cry.' 'Mr. Warren, I was so scared' Andie whimpered. Jackson could feel his heart break for her. She sat in his large desk chair and wiped at her puffy red eyes. She began to tell him about how she had come home last night to find her mother being beaten by the man her mother had been dating in the apartment. She tried to stop him and he turned and smacked her in the face yelling at her to mind her own business. Andie ran out of the apartment and called 911 from a neighbor's apartment. She had spent the whole day at the police station with her mother giving her statement and trying to convince her mother to press charges. Jackson listened to Andie and his chest felt so tight that it might explode; he wanted to kill the man who had hit her. His heart ached for the girl sitting in front of him, she was forced to grow up so fast and all he wanted to do was protect her. Even though physical contact between teachers and students was against school policy, Jackson reached out and gently stroked Andie's straight blonde hair and brushed it out of her face as he looked in to her eyes. He suddenly felt the urge to hold her in his arms and he quickly stood up and began pacing the room. He was shocked by the emotions streaming through him; he had never let himself think about his feelings for Andie in any other way than being her teacher. Now he felt other things. He felt sympathy for her and he felt the need to hold and protect her. He looked at her and all he wanted to do was touch her. Andie stood up, "I'm sorry, I should go, I just needed to tell someone, ya know..." She started to gather her coat and bag when Jackson stepped up behind her. As she turned, their eyes met and they were only a few inches apart. Andie knew it was coming before he lowered his mouth to hers. She could feel his breath on her lips and when she saw him lick his lip she knew that even though she should back away or turn her head she wouldn't. She needed to feel him, like when he had touched her face so softly. His lips barely touched hers, and in a second he was across the room pacing again. As she passed him to leave the office he muttered something that sounded like 'I'm sorry'. Jackson was sure he would never see her again. He had betrayed her. She had come to him and he had taken advantage of her, and now he couldn't stop thinking about her, about how soft her skin felt, about full and absolutely kissable her lips were. He knew it was wrong and he did everything in his power to think of something else but he was devastated by the thought that she would never come to him again. She had left so quickly, he was sure she would never trust him. Oddly, he was not worried about losing his job. Andie was not the type of person to intentionally get someone in trouble. But he would have rather lost his job than never be able to spend time with her again. Days passed and the only time he saw Andie was across the cafeteria hall as she stood in line with some friends. He had almost come to accept that he had made a huge mistake in kissing her that night and she would never treat him the same again. It was quite the shock when he heard a small knock on his office door and looked up to see her slim body in the door way. He quickly apologized to her "Andie, the other day... I am so-" She cut his sentence short by asking him to look over her U.S History term paper. They sat down and began to go over the paper. Jackson figured that even if she pretended it never happened, at least she wasn't avoiding him. Andie was so nervous standing in the door way, she had left his office that night confused and extremely excited. She had had a crush on Mr. Warren since her first class with him and so far she had managed not to act like a total dork around him. That day after she had left the police station, she did not want to go home with her mother so she said she needed some things at school and would be home later. She found herself starring in to Mr. Warren's eyes with his hand lightly touching her face and she could feel herself get warm and wet between her legs. Embarrassed, she decided she should go and that's when it happened; he kissed her. It was light and fast but she knew it happened. That night, she had dreams about Jackson Warren kissing her all over her body, worshiping her. She knew it was silly to avoid him but she needed some time to think about her feelings, she decided she would pretend it didn't happen and hope that things would not be awkward between them. If he wanted to kiss her again, she certainly wasn't going to stop him. He never did kiss her again and it was pure torture for Jackson every time she stepped in to his office. Every time she was in his presence, he could feel himself stiffen to the point where he had become accustomed to going over her papers with her from behind his desk. He was beginning to get that familiar feeling as she walked proudly up to him, opened her arms and gave him a tight hug. She smelled deliciously when he drew in a breath and wrapped one arm around her and whispered 'Congratulations' in to her ear. Andie pulled back and whispered 'thank you' and walked off the stage. She was officially no longer his student and he let out a long breath. * Note: I hope you enjoyed reading about Andie and Jackson, there is much more to come for the two of them! Don't forget to vote! xo -- KO A Graduation Present Ch. 02 Note: Thanks so much for all the support and feedback I have gotten with this story! Again, thanks to my wonderful editor, Amela, that puts up with my misuse of commas and fast-finger typos. The 3rd part to this story will be posted shortly so keep an eye out! I love hearing from my readers so feel free to comment or email! The characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18. Enjoy, xo -- KO * After the graduation of the senior class, the rest of the students finished out the school year with finals and then all would be gone for the summer. Jackson already had most of his things packed away and ready to go; he would be teaching several summer courses but he would not need to have much at school. The last couple days of the school year seemed to drag on and he was relieved when all the students had left for the year. He finally had a couple days to himself before he would begin the summer classes. On the Monday night after school was out, Jackson ordered Thai and settled in for a night of Sports Center. He and Molly, his goofy Great Dane, stretched out on the large sofa in his living room and relaxed as they ate their take out and enjoyed the highlights. Jackson was just about to call it a night and get to bed when his cell phone rang. He had given his personal number out to several of his students assuring them that if they ever needed anything (like a sober ride home) he would help them out, no questions asked. He looked down at the phone and almost gasped in shock. The display read 'Andie'. She had never called him on this number before. In fact, she had never called him at all. The only contact that Jackson ever had with Andie was at school. Quickly, Jackson answered the phone, "This is Jackson," "Ummm, Mr. Warren? Its Andie... you know, from school... I am sorry..." Andie sounded nervous and scared. "What is it Andie, are you OK?" Jackson asked, concerned about how she sounded. He heard her sniffle and then she whispered, "I think I need some help. I got invited to this graduation party and I didn't mean to drink too much, but I think there was more than fruit punch in that pitcher... I want to go home but I don't know where Katie is. I want to go home." She began to cry. "Andie, I am coming, don't worry. I will take you home Andie but I need you to tell me where you are so I can come get you." She gave him the directions to the party and he told her to wait outside for him and not to drink any more of the punch. Jackson threw on a pair of shorts and a tee and grabbed his car keys. On his way to the house, Jackson was struck with fear that something might happen to Andie, or worse that something had already happened to her and he was too late to help her. Driving much faster than he normally did, Jackson arrived at the house in 15 minutes and pulled up to the curb. He looked out the window and saw her. She was sitting on the front porch steps, wearing a light sundress and holding her clutch purse. Her hair was a little messier that normal, and one of the straps of the dress had fallen off her shoulder. Even a little disheveled, she looked fabulous. Jackson opened the car door and climbed out. Andie looked up at him as he approached. She smiled shyly and began to stand. She wobbled slightly and Jackson had to reach out to steady her. His hand on her arm felt warm and sent a small shiver down her spine. "I am so sorry. Thank you for coming to get me; I didn't know what to do..." Andie apologized. Jackson gave her arm a little squeeze, "Andie, it's OK. Let's just get you home." He began to lead her to the car and realized he was going to have to give her a little more support than just holding her by the arm. He put his arm around her waist and helped her to the car. She is so small and yet she fits just perfectly in my arms, Jackson thought. He quickly pushed his thoughts out of his head and replaced them with the urge to have a sit down with whoever had given Andie that punch. He knew she would not have had any if she knew there was alcohol in it. He took a deep breath once he got her in the front seat of the car and closed the door. He loved having her in his arms; he was amazed at how small her waist was and so turned on by the way her hair smelled. He had felt himself harden when he looked at her sitting on the front steps. Having her in his arms did nothing to help the situation. He circled the car and pulled open the driver's side door. Once in the car he looked at her again. She was sitting calmly in the passenger seat, looking around the car. His car was always clean but he had several CDs and a couple books on the floor of the passenger seat. "Andie, you are going to have to tell me where to go. I don't know where you live." He tried to keep his voice even as he felt his chest tighten just from being confined in a small space with her. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "I can't go home." "Why not Andie, what's wrong?" Jackson fought the urge to wipe the tear that escaped and was now rolling down her left cheek. "I can't let her see me like this; I can't be like her..." She lowered her eyes. "Please don't make me; you can just take me to a motel or something..." "Andie, I am not taking you to a motel, it's not safe. Are you sure you don't want to go home? I am sure it will be fine. Everyone makes mistakes." "I don't want to be like her, Mr. Warren. I don't want to go home." Andie turned away to look out the window and a small sob caught in her thought. "Andie, don't cry. I won't make you go home. You will never be like her, you are so smart, funny and courageous... you aren't anything like her Andie." Jackson reached over and put his hand on her knee, lightly rubbing his thumb over her thigh. "Let's go," he said and pulled away from the curb. When they pulled up in front of an apartment complex, Andie frowned. "Where are we?" "This is my apartment. I can't take you to a motel, Andie. You can sleep in my room and I will sleep on the couch tonight. I promise you will be safe." Jackson hated the thought of her sleeping in his apartment and he hated the thought of her sleeping in his bed more. But, most of all, he hated that he would not be in bed with her. However, he knew he would never forgive himself if something happened to her tonight. Therefore, he would bring her in, get her some food and water to help sober her up and then get her to bed so she could sleep it off and go home in the morning. When they got out of the car, she didn't seem to need as much help but he put his arm around her anyways as he led her to the door of his apartment. They walked in to the small apartment to find Molly stretched out on the couch and the Thai food still in the take out boxes he had left in the kitchen. "Let's get you something to eat and drink, it will make you feel better." "Mr. Warren, I am so sorry. I didn't know there was alcohol in that drink. I thought I would just have one beer so that I didn't look like a dork at the party and then I just wanted punch for the rest of the night. I didn't know..." "I know Andie, it's okay. You will feel better once you eat something." They talked a little as she ate some of the take out and drank a large glass of water. She told him about the party and how she went because she was finally invited to something, even though she didn't really want to go. She talked about her plans for school; she would be leaving at the end of the summer for an out of state college that she received a full ride scholarship for. He answered her questions about college and told her not to worry too much even though it was very different from high school. Jackson almost had himself relaxed until she shyly asked to use the bathroom. He told her were it was and watched her stand up from the table and move down the hall way. He felt himself tighten all over again as he watched her hips sway. She had no idea how sexy she was. Even though he knew, he couldn't help but feel like she did it to him on purpose. While she used the bathroom, he tidied up the kitchen and turned on the television for some back ground noise. He was unloading the dishwasher when she came back in to the kitchen. She looked a little more put together; her hair was a little straighter and her dress was smoothed out over her slender figure. Jackson couldn't decide which look he liked more; pretty-perfect Andie or delicious-disheveled Andie. When she smiled he decided it didn't matter what she looked like, so long as she smiled at him like that. "Is there... can I borrow... you know, instead of my dress..." Jackson almost cursed out loud, first she was going to sleep in his bed, and she looked good enough to eat and had a killer smile, but now she wanted to wear his clothes. Jackson idly wondered if a man could die of temptation. "Sure Andie, let me go grab something for you." Glad his voice did not totally give him away, he went down the hall to get her a pair of his soccer shorts and a t-shirt. When he walked back in to the living room, he saw her cuddled up on the couch with Molly, scratching her behind the ears. "Molly will never let you leave if you do that; she will want you to stay forever." Jackson joked. "Maybe I will stay forever." Andie blushed as if she had not meant to say that out loud. Jackson cleared his throat, ignoring her comment and handed her the change of clothes. She returned to the bathroom to change and came back in to the living room wearing his clothes. Jackson tried not to stare but she looked gorgeous in his shorts that hung low on her hips and the t-shirt that revealed her non-existent bra. "I think you had better get some rest Andie. Sleep well and let me know if you need anything." She thanked him again and walked down the hall to the bedroom. When she shut the door, he flopped down on the couch and sighed. Jackson didn't think he would be getting much sleep tonight. In fact, he just about guaranteed that there would be no sleeping knowing that a sexy, smart, fabulous woman was in his bed. Andie slipped in to Jackson's bed and pulled the sheets up over her body. She took in the smell of him on the soft fabric. The sheets were cool and smelled faintly of his cologne but mostly they just smelled like him, masculine and a little salty. How could I have been so stupid tonight, she wondered. Andie knew the party tonight was a bad idea, but Katie had talked her in to going, telling her that her brother thought she was cute. Flattered that Katie's older brother would have even noticed her, Andie agreed. Less than an hour in to the night, she knew she had made a big mistake. Katie disappeared with some guy into one of the bedrooms and her brother Eric had tried to kiss her, tightly gripping the back of her neck until she violently pushed him away. Scared and alone, she called Jackson. She almost hung up on the first ring, but he answered so quickly. She had no choice but to tell him she needed his help. Not a day had gone by where she did not think of the kiss he had given her in his office that afternoon. She wanted him to kiss her again. Slowly, she climbed out of his large bed and walked quietly to the bedroom door. A little after 2am, Jackson heard the bedroom door open. He figured she just needed to use the bathroom and remained quietly on the couch. When she walked in to the living room, he looked up at her. She was illuminated by the moon light and looked like a goddess. "Andie, are you alright?" "Yeah, I just can't sleep. I didn't mean to wake you." "It's alright Andie, I was awake. What's wrong? Are you not comfortable? Do you need another blanket? I know it gets a little cool in that room." "No, I am fine. I just was thinking... you have been so nice to me all night. You have always been nice to me. Always helping me with my classes and then helping with my college applications and writing me a recommendation letter. You are so wonderful, Mr. Warren." She plopped down on the couch beside him, "I don't know what I would have done without you. You have always been there for me like, that day... in your office. I was so scared and upset and you made everything better. You made me feel safe and then, oh my god, you kissed me. I never thought you would kiss me, and I was embarrassed and I didn't know what do to. You said you were sorry and it broke my heart to think that you were sorry for kissing me. All I have wanted from you since is another kiss..." Andie was talking so fast that Jackson was having a hard time understanding everything that she was saying. "Andie, I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that. Besides, you are my student." Jackson tried to sit up and move away but he was stuck between her small body on the edge of the couch and Molly lying at his feet. All he was able to do was prop himself up slightly. "I was your student Mr. Warren. I am not anymore and I have been 18 since before you kissed me, I will be 19 in another month. I know that I shouldn't think about you in that way. I tried to stop. I even went to that dumb party tonight with Katie and her older brother. He kissed me too, but not like you did. He grabbed my neck and hurt my lips, he wouldn't let go..." Andie felt the tears rise but refused to let them fall, she just sat there thinking about how wrong the night had gone. All she had wanted was to fit in at a party, and to try to forget about the kiss that had been in her dreams since the day in Mr. Warren's office. Jackson raised his hand and lightly began to stoke her back, "What did he do to you Andie? Are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?" Jackson felt a pang of fear wondering if the boy had hurt her in some way, if he had done more than kiss her. He was overcome with relief when she shook her head. Jackson sighed "Come here, sweetheart" he pulled her into his arms and cradled her on his chest. Andie wrapped one arm around him and held on as she cried softly. Jackson smoothed her hair, "Andie, sweetie. Please don't cry; everything is ok. You are safe here." Andie tilted her head up to look at him; her cheeks stained with her tears and her eyes a little red. Her mouth was just an inch or two away from his and Jackson could feel her breath on his face. She looked so sad and desperate and all he wanted was to see her smile again. He raised his mouth to hers and lightly brushed his lips across hers. He felt her relax in his arms and kissed her again. This time he urged her mouth open with a few strokes of his tongue and a nip on her lower lip. She opened her mouth and his tongue ran across her lips again before slowly stroking the inside of her mouth. Andie moaned in to Jackson's mouth as he deepened the kiss. She felt intoxicated by the kiss and she was pretty sure that it had nothing to do with what she had had to drink. She curled her other arm around his neck and kissed him back with passion. As his tongue darted in her mouth and teased her, she felt the familiar heat between her legs and a tingling at her nipples. She ached for him to touch her body; she pressed herself in to him needing to feel more contact. Jackson pulled away and broke the kiss and was delighted at her small sigh of disappointment. "Andie, I don't think we should be doing this. I only brought you here so that you would be safe. I don't want to take advantage of the situation. I don't want to hurt you." "I know, Mr. Warren, you would never hurt me. You are so incredible; I just want to be with you." Andie assured him in a low throaty whisper. She lowered her mouth to his again, lightly kissing him as if to find out if he would pull away again. When he didn't, and instead returned the kiss, she moaned in to his mouth. Jackson slipped his hands under the loose tee she was wearing and his fingers glided across her soft skin. The feeling of her bare back under his hands was amazing; he never knew that touching someone's back could be so erotic. He pulled her closer to him and continued the kiss. Their tongues slid across one another and Jackson tilted his head to deepen the kiss and was rewarded with Andie's throaty sigh. His hands continued up and down her back; his fingers firmly pressing in to her skin without hurting her, just holding her close. Andie was hot, very hot. All she wanted was for Jackson to relieve her of the borrowed clothes and help her put out the fire he had started deep inside her. She loved his kisses that flowed from leisurely and romantic to hot and passionate. His hands felt so incredible on her skin, holding her firmly to him without hurting her. She wanted those hands all over her body. "Andie, I think we need to stop. I can't take advantage of you like this; you are too special to me." Jackson tried to convince himself as much as her as he broke the kiss. He truly wanted nothing more than to burry himself in her at that very moment. "Please." Andie whispered to him. Her body was shaking with the need for him; she didn't think she would ever be whole again if he did not make love to her now. With the one word and the look on her face, Jackson felt something inside of him crumble. He nudged her off of his chest, and slowly urged her to stand up. He got to his feet and reached for her hand, pulling it up to his mouth and placed a kiss on the palm of her hand. He then led her by the hand to his bedroom. The covers on the bed were all tangled from Andie's earlier attempt at falling asleep. Jackson groaned again at the thought of her in his bed and lightly squeezed her hand as he pulled her in to his room. He turned to face her as they stood by the bed. She smiled up at him as he took both of her hands in his and placed light kisses on her knuckles. "Andie, are you sure about this? I don't want you to do something you do not want to do. You are so special to me, sweetheart." Jackson repeated. His greatest fear was that she would change her mind and run from the room. As much as he wanted to make love to her, he could wait as long as he had to, so long as she was his. His -- the thought of Andie being his was a shock, but it just seemed so right. She couldn't be anyone else's. He decided she belonged here with him. "Jackson, I am sure. I want this so much." It was the first time she called him by his first name since he had picked her up from the party. It was like music to his ears, to hear her call him by his name and tell him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Jackson slipped his hands from hers and reached for the hem of her borrowed shirt. He began pulling it up over her body and she slowly raised her arms so the shirt could slip up and off. Each inch of her body revealed by the absence of the shirt made Jackson's heart clench. Her stomach was flat and tight, and flared just slightly at her hips. Her narrow rib cage led to the round curve of the underside of her breasts and Jackson stopped breathing. Andie was glad when the shirt was lifted over her face; she knew she was blushing from Jackson's intense gaze on her body. She smiled nervously at him as he pulled the shirt over her arms and off of her at last. She lowered her arms to her sides and waited for him take in the sight of her naked chest. She silently prayed that her body would not disappoint him. She knew she was a little late in developing a more womanly figure, but up until now she had thought she had developed nicely. Andie was unsure now; she would be heartbroken if Jackson was disappointed. "Oh, God. Andie." Jackson let out the breath he had been holding. She was incredible. Her breasts were high and firm on her small frame, and while they were not terribly large, they looked much bigger than he would have thought would be possible on such a small woman. He smiled down at her and lightly stroked up and down on her arms. "You are so beautiful and sexy." A Graduation Present Ch. 02 Andie couldn't help but smile at his praise of her body. She was elated to hear him call her beautiful. She reached for him and stood on her tip toes to kiss him. His mouth came down on hers hard, taking the kiss deep as he pulled her body in to his. His hands again stroked lightly on her back, sending shivers down her spine. She reached for the hem of his t-shirt and began pulling it up over his chest, breaking the kiss only to pull it up over his head. His shirt landed on the floor next to hers. Returning to the passionate kiss, Andie pressed herself on to Jackson's naked chest. He was in his early thirties and a light layer of hair covered his toned chest. Andie felt her nipples harden as she pressed in to him, moaning in to his mouth at the sensation. Jackson cupped the back of her neck with one hand and pressed the other in to the small of her back as he swallowed her moan, his tongue gliding in and out of her mouth as they kissed. He could feel the hard tips of her nipples on his chest and began thinking about baseball, fishing and poker to try and control his urge to lay her on the bed and take her right away. Andie deserved more than that, he reminded himself. He had to do this right, and make this good for her. Jackson knew she had been on dates before but had never been in a serious relationship. He figured her experience would be limited and he wanted to make sure he went slowly. Breaking the kiss, Jackson looked down in to her eyes. They were slightly glazed over and she looked a little dazed. He smiled and pulled her towards the bed and lowered her down. He began kissing her lightly as he climbed on top. "Andie, you are so perfect." He murmured as he kissed under her ear and down the side of her neck. Andie lay there nervously as his kisses traveled down her neck and on to her collar bone. One of his hands lay on her rib cage and slowly slid up to cup her breast. She moaned at the contact, arching her back and pressing her breast in to his hand. Jackson's thumb lightly teased her hard nipple as he continued to kiss her shoulders, slowly making his way down on to her chest and kissing her between her breasts. When his lips sealed around her nipple and sucked on her, she almost screamed aloud. Andie squirmed under him as he kissed and licked her breast and nipple. His hand dropped back to her waist and lightly stroked her stomach. His finger tips slipped under the waist band of the loose shorts she had borrowed. He moved to her other breast and continued to bathe her with his tongue, lightly sucking and nipping at her sensitive skin. His hand dipped lower under the waist band of her shorts and Andie moaned and gripped the back of Jackson's head, holding him to her breast. Jackson pulled back and chuckled at her sigh of disappointment. He looked down at her and felt his breath catch. She looked incredibly sexy, laying topless, pressed back in to the plush pillows on his bed. She was breathing hard and looking up at him with an intense gaze. Without taking his eyes off of hers, he gripped the waist band of the shorts and tugged them off her hips. She raised her hips off the bed to help him slide them down and off her body. Once the shorts joined their shirts on the floor, he looked down at her and smiled. Andie only had a small pair of white cotton panties on, with lace trim. Lowering himself back down at her side, Jackson reached up to cup her breasts again, lightly pinching her hard tip. As she moaned, he lowered his mouth and kissed her hard, his tongue darting in to her parted lips. Andie arched her back again, pressing her breasts up in to his hands. Breaking the kiss, Jackson lowered his head again to her breast and sucked a nipple in to his mouth. His hand, dropping back down to her flat stomach, moved lightly across her hot skin. Andie sighed, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. She wanted more, she was just unsure of how to tell him. Andie did not want Jackson to think she was greedy or that she was not enjoying the attention he was paying to her breasts but she could feel the wetness between her legs and needed his touch there. Just as she was about to suggest he move lower, his hand slid under her panties and cupped her crotch. "Ohhhh" She moaned and arched up, her hips coming off the bed. "Andie, you are so wet for me. You are so amazing." Jackson mumbled as he continued to kiss her breasts. His fingers slipped lower, Andie cried out as one finger sunk into her. Jackson slowly moved his finger in and out of her, going painfully slow. Andie moved her hips, trying to feel him deeper inside of her. Jackson lifted his head and looked down at her. Her head was rolled to the side and her hands clutched at the sheets. She was breathing hard and moaning each time his finger dipped in to her. He dropped a kiss below her ear and whispered, "Sweetheart, Andie, you're sure?" "Oh, yes. Please, yes." Andie moaned as a second finger sunk in to her wet heat. Stroking her with his fingers, Jackson began to rub his thumb over her clit. Andie jumped at the first touch but began rocking her hips as he rubbed small circles over the tight bud. She began moaning and her head rolled from side to side as he touched her. "Oh... I think... Jackson?" She cried out to him. "Let go baby, I want you to come for me, Andie." Jackson whispered in her ear as his fingers began pumping in and out a little faster, his thumb rubbing tight circles on her clit. When he pressed harder on her clit, Andie felt the tight knot in her belly snap. She cried out and arched up, her hips coming off the bed. Wave after wave, flowed through her body and she could feel herself tighten around Jackson's fingers while he continued to pump in and out of her. She gasped for air and Jackson pulled his hand from her panties, kissing her on her forehead. "So beautiful, so perfect." He said as he lowered his mouth to kiss her. Andie felt her climax subside and her breathing return to normal. She thought that once she had felt him there, touching her, her need for him would lessen. After her orgasm, her body only needed more. She fisted her hand in his hair at the back of his head and pulled him to her, kissing him with a craze she could not control. She had had a taste of what it would be like with him and now wanted it all. Andie's whole body tingled, her breathing was still heavy and her vision still slightly blurred. She felt so incredible that she was hardly embarrassed about letting Jackson do something to her body that no one had ever done. She wanted more, she needed him. "Jackson, please make love to me." "I will, Andie. I will, but not tonight." Jackson smiled down at her, kissing the corners of her mouth. To Be Continued... * Note: I hope you enjoyed reading about Andie and Jackson, there is much more to come for the two of them! Don't forget to vote! xo -- KO A Graduation Present Ch. 03 Note: Thanks so much for all the support and feedback I have gotten with this story! Again, thanks to my wonderful editor, Amela, that puts up with my misuse of commas and fast-finger typos. I know this part is a little short but I hope you enjoy it all the same... more to come! I love hearing from my readers so feel free to comment or email! The characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18. Enjoy, xo – KO Andie sat up abruptly, suddenly aware that she was almost totally naked. She clutched the sheet over her chest and stared at him. How could I be so stupid, she thought. She looked away from him, her face flushed. She blinked back the tears that threatened to spill out. "I thought... you don't want me?" Jackson griped her chin lightly, turning her to face him. He saw the hurt and heart break in her eyes. He hated that he had put it there. "Sweetheart, I want you so much. More than you will ever know. Andie, you are so wonderful and you deserve so much. Respect and love, Andie, you deserve that." She turned her head again, not knowing what to say. She never thought of herself as a woman that would give herself away so easily. She knew Jackson respected her and cared for her deeply, but he was right. She couldn't make love to him without knowing if he loved her, or without knowing if she loved him. "You must think I am terrible, you probably think I'd sleep with anyone..." Andie whispered, embarrassed about her behavior. She had intentionally gone out to see him in the living room hoping that he would take her to bed. "Andie, you are not terrible. And I know that you will not just sleep with anyone. And I don't want to be just anyone, Andie. I want to respect you. I think I need to go back out to the couch and get some sleep. You should try to sleep a little too, then tomorrow we can talk... over dinner, if you'd like?" Jackson was nervous that she would turn him down. "Dinner?" Andie looked up again, surprised. "You mean you want to take me to dinner... like on a date?" She knew she sounded immature but she was so confused by this sudden turn of events. First he was making her feel things she had never felt before, then he had pulled away, rejecting her. Now he wanted to date her? "Yes, Andie, I would like to take you on a date, if you want to call it that. I want to spend more time with you; I want to get to know you-" "But you know me already..." She interrupted. Jackson smiled at how confused she looked, "Yes, I do know you. I know you as a student as well as a bright and intelligent woman. But we still have so much to learn about each other." He reached out and stroked her cheek.. Leaning forward, he lightly kissed her parted lips. When she moaned and dropped the sheet, he pulled back and chuckled. "You know, here I am trying to be a gentleman and you aren't making it very easy..." Smiling, he gently pushed her back on to the bed, pulling the sheet up over her naked body. He kissed her again before standing. "Goodnight Andie." Andie sighed, "Goodnight." What just happened, she thought. Sighing again as he closed the door behind him, Andie rolled on to her side. A date? With Jackson Warren, her old teacher. Suddenly nervous again, she closed her eyes, forcing herself to relax and try to get some sleep. *** Three weeks later, Andie and Jackson were spending all of their free time together. Jackson was teaching summer classes during the week and Andie was working as an intern in a local law office, a position that Jackson had gotten her months before graduation. Jackson would usually pick up Andie from work, they would then order in or cook dinner together in his apartment. They would probably rent a movie or just catch up on re-runs of House. Afterwrds, he would drive her home. He always drove her home, even if it was one in the morning. They had easily fallen in to a routine as a couple. It was sometimes strange to think that Andie had only graduated a month ago. "What do you want to do tonight?" Jackson asked her as she slid in to the passenger seat of his car. She had just come out of the old library that had been converted in to the law offices where Andie worked. "Umm, how about the World War II documentary on this History Channel? There have been previews all week. It looks interesting." Andie chirped back, smiling as she buckled her seat belt. Jackson pulled away from the curb and drove off in the direction of his apartment. Andie had been terrified the night after Jackson had picked her up from the graduation party, she didn't think she had ever been so nervous in her life. He had taken her to dinner at a small Italian restaurant they both liked. The conversation came easily after they had gotten past a few award moments; she realized that despite knowing him for the past four years, she did not know much about him other than life at school. Andie had to admit that Jackson had been right when he told her that they should get to know each other before they made love. That didn't stop her from thinking about it though. Almost every night when Jackson drove her back home she went in to her small room and thought about what it would be like if Jackson made love to her. He had barely touched her since that night. He had kissed her cheek or put an arm around her while watching television but nothing came close to the passion they had shared that night...before he had put it all to a stop. She wondered, self-consciously, if he had lost interest in her. Maybe he had been caught up in the moment that night and then realized he didn't want to be with her. Andie knew he enjoyed spending time with her. She realized they had really become friends. It had become more than the student teacher relationship they had before. But she didn't understand why he had lost interest in being with her physically. She thought about bringing it up but didn't want to ruin what they had now. She would be miserable if he stopped wanting to spend time with her all together. The next afternoon after a quiet and seemingly platonic night with Jackson, Andie sat at her desk in the old library turned modern law office. Andie loved her position at the firm and easily fit in with the other employees she worked with. For the first time, Andie felt like she belonged. She had made fast friends with the other young woman in the office. Debra was older than Andie, but only recently out of her undergrad and working at the firm before she left for law school in the fall. Debra and Andie had made a habit of taking lunch together and chatting about the schools they would both be attending in less than 2 months. "Hey, you ready... Andie, are you ready for lunch?" Andie's head snapped up as she fought to clear her thoughts about Jackson and looked up at Debra who was looking at her with a puzzled expression. "Yeah, let me grab my bag... sorry." Andie felt embarrassed that Debra had caught her day dreaming and quickly went in to the break room to grab a bag packed with leftovers from last night's dinner. She joined Debra outside at a small table in front of the building. The sun was warm and Andie instantly felt the chill that the air conditioned building had set in her lift from her skin. She smiled at Debra as she sat down, hoping that she would not be subjected to questions about her strange mood and daydreams. "So, are you going to tell me what is going on or do we have to play 20 questions?" No such luck, Andie thought as Debra questioned her. "It's nothing, really. I'm just distracted." Andie hoped Debra would be satisfied with the answer and let her enjoy the sesame chicken she pulled out from her bag. "Yeah, you looked very distracted. This morning when Tom was going over the files with you, you hardly heard a word he said. It's a good thing I listened enough to know what we needed to do for the day..." Debra wasn't really mad, it just concerned her that Andie was bothered by something that was distracting her from her job when she was normally so on top of things it was almost irritating. "Oh God, I am sorry Debra, I am just so confused about this thing with Jackson and I can't stop thinking about him. I promise it won't happen again." Andie apologized, the words coming out of her mouth before she realized what she was saying. "Whoa, thing with Jackson? As in, Jackson who got you this position, Jackson who teaches at your high school, your old teacher? Ok this is good, tell me everything!" Debra smiled wide, showing all her teeth. While Andie and Debra had become good friends, they rarely talked about their personal lives. Andie instantly wished the words back in to her mouth but could see from the look on Debra's face that there would be no way of getting out of explaining their complicated relationship. Taking a deep breath, Andie began with the night of the party, leaving out the more personal details but she got the impression she wasn't really fooling Debra. "Wow, I knew that guy looked familiar. Jackson is the guy that picks you up here almost every night, right? Andie nodded. "So what's the problem? I mean other than the obvious, he used to be your teacher and he is probably a good 10 years older than you... which by the way, I have no problem with!" Debra leaned forward, urging Andie to continue. "Oh this is so embarrassing! It's just that, after that one night, we hang out all the time, we talk and have fun, but he isn't interested in me anymore... like that..." Andie emphasized hoping she wouldn't have to elaborate the embarrassing details. "Andie, you are gonna have to tell me what happened that night. There is obviously something missing. A man does not spend every free minute with a gorgeous woman and not be interested in her... like that." Debra giggled mimicking Andie's phrase. Andie relived the night as she told Debra how she had gone out to him in the middle of the night and how he had kissed her, bringing her back in to his bedroom and undressing her. She remembered how it felt to have his weight on her body as he kissed and licked her breasts, she could feel herself flush thinking about his hand traveling down her body and eventually making its way under her panties. Andie flushed again as she explained to Debra that after she had practically begged him to make love to her, he had rejected her, pulling away and telling her that they needed to get to know each other better. "I mean, it's not like I have ever been with someone, but it seems to me-" Debra cut her off quickly, "What do you mean never been with someone? You mean you're a virgin? Does he know that?" "Umm, well I guess I never told him in so many words, but he knows I have only been on a few dates... why does that matter?" Shocked at the interruption and confused by the question, Andie looked dumbly at Debra. "Oh Andie, honey. You have him scared to death!" Debra laughed. She's laughing, here I am telling her about being rejected and she is laughing, Andie thought. She looked away before Debra could see how hurt she was. "Andie, I am sorry, it's not funny. Come on, look at me." Debra said still chuckling. "Listen, Andie, he knows you're a virgin or if he doesn't know, he is pretty sure. He obviously cares a lot about you and enjoys spending time with you. He is probably terrified of scaring you or hurting you. I don't think he isn't interested in you... like that. I am pretty sure he is very interested in you." Andie sat there, thinking over everything Debra had said. Jackson had told her several times that night that she was special to him, and several times since. "So what do I do? How do I... ya know..." Andie questioned, suddenly glad that Debra was older and more experienced than her. She was truly grateful they had become friends. For the rest of their lunch break, Debra gave her ideas of how to be sexy and flirty. She had told Andie that she would have to let Jackson know she was ready to be more intimate with him, that she wanted him to be with her. They laughed as they came up with elaborate plots to seduce him. By the end of lunch, Andie felt better and had a plan for tonight when Jackson picked her up. To Be Continued... * Note: I hope you enjoyed reading about Andie and Jackson, there is much more to come for the two of them! Don't forget to vote! xo -- KO