13 comments/ 33952 views/ 52 favorites The Schoolgirl Ch. 01 By: ablondegoddess "Emmy! We're going to be late!" Emelie squealed sheepishly, and she quickly shoved her books into her bag and slammed her locker shut. "Emelie! Hurry!" Shelby shouted. Emelie pulled her backpack over her shoulder and ran towards her best friends. "What took you so long?" Tessa asked. Emelie sighed heavily. "I had to wait for that guy David to finish helping me with that stupid assignment. I had no idea what Carlisle was asking for!" Emelie complained. Georgina laughed, brown ringlets bouncing. "I didn't even bother with doing it, I don't know why you did," she said. Emelie giggled. "Well unlike you, Georgie, I actually want to pass this class," Emelie replied. The girls laughed as they continued to tease each other, pulling the door open to the classroom. They took their usual seats in the left corner of the back row. Mr. Carlisle walked in a few moments later, and everyone was immediately silenced. Emelie's heart always raced with an odd, erratic tremor whenever Mr. Carlisle walked into the room, despite the fact that he'd been her teacher for almost a month now. There was just something so frightening and unsettling about him. From his deep voice to his cold gaze, everything about him filled her with nervousness. "Settle down, all of you, and pass your assignments to the front of the class," he said, removing his jacket. Emelie reached into her hot pink binder and pulled out the worksheet she'd finished just minutes before. It was crumpled and rushed, and she hoped Carlisle wouldn't notice that there were clearly two distinct sets of handwriting on the page. Emelie looked up and realized that David, the honors student who'd been helping her, was staring at her from the front of the classroom with a hopeful smile on his face. She'd been afraid of this. She gave him a weak, friendly smile in return, hoping to discourage him from thinking he had any kind of chance with dating her, just because he'd helped her with one assignment. Emelie wasn't the kind of person to lead a guy on for too long, even if she could benefit from it. She heard her phone vibrate in her purse, and Emelie's attention was immediately diverted. She crossed her legs and reached for her phone, giddily responding to the text she'd just received. It was from a guy named Jake, a sophomore at the nearby state college. They'd exchanged numbers at a sorority party Shelby's older sister had snuck the girls into the Saturday prior, and Emelie had been anxiously waiting all week to hear from him. "Is that Jake?" Shelby whispered. Emelie looked over to her friend and nodded, eyes bright. "The college guy?" Tessa asked. She was the only one from the group who hadn't been able to attend the party. Emelie feigned innocence and nonchalance as she shrugged her shoulders, eliciting excited and jealous squeals from her friends. "Ladies," Mr. Carlisle said coldly. His low, deep voice made Emelie's spine stiffen in nervousness. The girls snapped to attention. "Something you'd like to share with the class?" he asked. The girls all shook their heads quickly and simultaneously. Emelie noticed that despite the fact that he was addressing all four of them, his fierce gaze seemed to be locked on hers. "Pay attention to the lecture. As I was saying..." Emelie exhaled and rolled her eyes, continuing to text. "That was close. He's so mean!" Georgina whispered. Emelie nodded in agreement. "I know, and did you see the way he was staring at me? God, it's not like I killed someone," Emelie whispered back, opening her latest message from Jake. Her eyes widened in excitement when she read what it contained, and she couldn't help but smile in delight. "What did he say?" Shelby whispered. Emelie looked at her friends, trying her hardest to contain her excitement. "He asked me out!" Emelie whispered back, beginning to type her reply. "Miss Woods," Carlisle said coldly. Emelie was engrossed in the conversation she was having with Jake, and didn't hear her name called. "Miss Woods," Carlisle repeated, louder this time. Other students began looking to the back of the classroom at Emelie, who still remained oblivious. "Miss...Woods," Carlisle repeated, his voice louder and deeper. Shelby hit Emelie's arm, and Emelie's head snapped up. She realized almost every pair of eyes in the classroom was on her. But no one's eyes compared to the cold, penetrating gaze of her professor. Immediately, her palms began to sweat. "Umm...yes sir?" she asked timidly. His face was cold, fixed, and hard. "Since your intellectual aptitudes apparently merit a complete lack of attention to my lecture, perhaps you can dazzle the rest of the class with your brilliance. Stand up," he said. Emelie bit her lower lip, hoping he was joking. "Sir, I—" "Don't keep us waiting, Miss Woods. Stand up," he repeated firmly. Emelie looked over to Shelby, whose hazel eyes were sympathetic. Not knowing what else to do, Emelie stood up on shaky legs. Mr. Carlisle removed his glasses and folded his arms, beginning to pace in front of his desk. "No need to be nervous, Miss Woods, we'll start with something easy. Thoroughly identify this piece," he said. He pressed the button on the slim silver remote that operated the screen at the front of the classroom, moving his presentation to the next slide. Emelie was completely stumped. She'd certainly seen the piece somewhere before, but in her current state of nervousness, she was incapable of thinking clearly. "Give us an answer, Miss Woods, it's an easy question," Carlisle pushed. Emelie moistened her lips and began looking from side to side, hoping one of her classmates would whisper an answer for her. They gave her sympathetic looks, but no one spoke. "Umm...what do you mean by...thoroughly identify?" she asked softly. A few people in the class chuckled, but Carlisle was not amused. He looked colder than ever. "Give us a title, an artist name, if available, a time period, historical context, a medium, it's current location...any kind of information would be helpful," Carlisle elaborated. Emelie sighed heavily and stared hard at the photograph of the piece on the screen. To her, it just looked like a broken old statue. She thought that it looked similar to a sculpture she'd seen at the Louvre while vacationing in Paris with her parents, but she hadn't been paying much attention. "Umm...it's a Greek statue," Emelie said eventually. Carlisle stared at her blankly. "How astute, Emelie. Care to impress your peers with even more information?" Carlisle said sardonically. Emelie bit her lower lip as she felt her face turn hot from embarrassment. "Umm...it's made of marble...and...it doesn't have a head...so that means it's probably really old...and it has wings...so it might be a Greek goddess?" Emelie offered quietly. "That's all you can come up with?" Carlisle asked. Emelie's lower lip began to tremble as butterflies did flip-flops in her stomach. "I...I'm sorry, sir," she said timidly. "Sorry is not going to make you pass the A.P. Exam, or this class for that matter. Now put your cell phone away and pay attention to this lecture. And I'll be seeing you after school for detention," Carlisle said coldly, before continuing with his discussion on "The Winged Victory of Samothrace." Emelie's jaw dropped in surprise. She knew she'd been obvious about her lack of attention, but how had he known she'd been texting? She always kept her cell phone between her knees with her legs crossed, so that no one could see it. Emelie slumped back into her seat, flipped open her notebook, and began to pout, discouragingly jotting down notes. ****** "Do you want me to go with you?" Shelby asked. Emelie shook her head. "I'll be fine, you guys can start without me. Hopefully this won't take too long," Emelie said, heading towards Carlisle's classroom. Shelby cocked her head to one side. "Are you sure? With his reputation? You're going to be in there all afternoon," Shelby said. Emelie felt her stomach sink, knowing she was probably right. "Text me later," Emelie said, before tentatively knocking on Carlisle's door. "Come in," she heard from inside. Emelie took a deep breath and opened the door. "Miss Woods, you're ten minutes late. Close the door and take a seat in the front row," Carlisle said, without getting up from his desk. Emelie nodded silently, removed her backpack from her shoulders, and sat down at the center desk of the front row. She waited a few moments for him to say something, but he didn't remove his eyes from the papers he was grading. Emelie crossed her legs and ran a hand through her long, platinum blonde hair, her physical pride. She looked at the clock for a few moments, and eventually sighed in impatience. She raised her hand and shyly cleared her throat. "Umm, Mr. Carlisle? When can I leave?" she asked. The stern professor looked up from the papers he was grading, eyes dark with a cold glare. "You've been here all of two minutes, Emelie," he replied, sounding slightly annoyed. Emelie bit her lower lip. "I know, but sir...I have cheer practice," Emelie said. Carlisle blinked slowly. "Cheer practice?" he repeated, speaking as if she were mentally impaired. Emelie sighed and nodded her head. "Well, yeah. We have the homecoming game next week, and I have a really hard solo routine. If I miss practice, they'll have to find someone to replace me," Emelie complained quickly. Carlisle just stared back at her, and Emelie began to blush in embarrassment. So he truly didn't have a heart. She thought she saw his hard line of a mouth crack in what almost looked like a smile, which made her feel even worse. Without saying another word, he brought his attention back to the papers he was grading. Emelie knew the conversation was over. Emelie crossed and uncrossed her legs as she sat in detainment, bored out of her mind. She spent a few moments playing with her hair, but even that began to irritate her. Emelie reached into her purse, the studded Valentino her mother had given her for her eighteenth birthday a month prior. She pulled out a tube of her favorite lip-gloss and a small mirror, and began slowly applying the lip-gloss, paying careful attention to the curve of her lips, enjoying the fruity taste and shine. "This is not a beauty class, Emelie. Put that away," Carlisle said. Emelie sighed and put the items back in her purse. "So, am I really supposed to just sit here and do nothing?" Emelie asked. She saw her professor roll his eyes. "You talk as if you've never been in detention before," Carlisle replied. "Well, I haven't," Emelie admitted, looking up at him innocently. Her teacher looked at her with an expression she'd never seen before. He didn't look quite as formidable as usual. It piqued her curiosity. "Seriously? It took you until senior year to get a detention?" he asked. He appeared astounded, and his baffled expression made her slightly laugh. She'd certainly come close to detention before, but she'd always managed to charm her way out of punishment. Until now. "Well, most of my teachers like me," she replied truthfully. He definitely smiled then, and Emelie was momentarily speechless. She didn't think he was capable of smiling. He looked a lot younger without the permanent scowl on his face. They shared a brief, humored moment, but then he returned his focus to the papers on his desk. "I need to finish these. Just stay quiet, and I'll let you go at the hour," Carlisle said, full attention back on grading. Emelie tentatively observed her teacher as he graded the papers. She realized she'd never really paid much attention to what he looked like. With the cold expression off of his face, he was actually very, very handsome with his wavy light brown hair and pale blue eyes. His face was very masculine, surprising for an Art History teacher, with his strong, angled jaw and overt cheekbones. His skin was slightly tan and very smooth, and only enhanced by the slight five-o'clock shadow she noticed was appearing. There were a few slight wrinkles around his eyes, mouth, and forehead, especially at the apex of his stylish reading glasses, but they didn't appear to suggest age, only years of experience and wisdom. Emelie lowered her eyes, taking in the broad shoulders hardly obscured by the gray pullover he was wearing. She watched him as he wrote comments on the papers, noticing how large and muscular his arms were, the way his forearm flexed as he wrote, the size of his hands... Emelie quickly shook her head and averted her gaze. She couldn't believe she'd just been staring at Carlisle, the meanest teacher at school. Who was suddenly striking her as very attractive. She began wondering what his life was like outside of school. She didn't see a ring on his finger, so she figured he wasn't married. She wondered what kind of women he dated. Probably attractive academics of some sort, she assumed. But then she chuckled, realizing that no woman would ever have much patience for a man with such a short temper. Perhaps he was lonely then... "You're free to leave," he said suddenly, beginning to pack his desk. Emelie jumped out of her seat and put on her backpack, happy to finally be free. "Thank you Mr. Carlisle," she said softly, preparing to leave. "Emelie," he called. Emelie turned around, scared he'd changed his mind. His pale blue eyes met hers, and Emelie inhaled sharply in nervousness. "No more texting in my class," he said. She nodded quickly, overwhelmed with relief. "Yes sir. Thank you sir," she called, leaving his classroom. ****** ****** Nicholas Carlisle was certain that Emelie Woods would be the death of him. He'd noticed her the for the first time on the very first day of class, Advanced Placement Art History. It was a class he'd taught once before, for he was entering his second year teaching seniors at West View Senior High, but no student had ever captivated his attention as much as Emelie. At merely eighteen years old, Emelie looked like a fashion model. Slightly taller than most girls, more fit than most girls, and certainly, far more beautiful and confident. Her large eyes were a vibrant, bright green, but close around the iris, a stunning gold, encircled by a long set of lashes that could make her look childlike and innocent one moment, and seductive and teasing the next. The gentle slope of her small nose was soft and straight, wrinkling adorably whenever she was clearly bored during his lectures. Her dark pink lips were very soft, and very plump and curved. Her lips, with their perpetual pout, were meant for kissing, meant for sucking... Her stunning face was framed by an overwhelming mass of long, brilliant pale blonde hair. Nicholas had often wondered how soft her hair would feel to the touch. Probably as soft as her creamy golden skin... And if her face weren't enough to torment any man, her body certainly was. Emelie's body was long, slender, and toned, the perfect combination of athletic and womanly. Her full, round breasts sat proudly at the top of her chest, emphasized by the narrow curve of her toned waist. Her hips flared gently, leading to long, athletic legs. While every other student looked like they belonged in school with their uniforms, Emelie looked like she was constantly ready to pose in a men's magazine. Yes, Emelie was beautiful. And yes, she had the sexiest figure he'd ever laid his eyes on. What irked him more than anything, however, was the fact that this little nymph was fully aware of how attractive she was. She'd already learned how to use her beauty to her advantage, how to use her sexuality to manipulate a man. Why else would she torture him by crossing and uncrossing her legs with her short skirt? Pouting her lips, drawing more attention with lip-gloss? He'd only been teaching for a year, but Nicholas had quickly established a reputation for being the strictest disciplinarian at West View Senior High. He challenged his students, and he granted no excuses. But when it came to Emelie, he turned to putty in her hands. It had taken nothing more than a pout from her pretty mouth and a sad glance from her striking green eyes for her to be released from detention, after only fifteen minutes. No, he would not allow a young girl to run him over, despite how pretty she was. He would teach her that in order to be viable in a harsh world, she needed to rely on more than her looks. Nicholas exhaled as he locked his classroom door and headed down the hallway, trying his hardest to steady his heart from the automatic, rapid palpitations that occurred whenever Emelie was near. He exited the school building, and walked across the eastern end of the campus, headed towards the faculty parking lot. He noticed the pale brilliance from Emelie's blonde hair from a distance. She was on the football field with the other cheerleaders, practicing for the homecoming game. She was wearing an athletic tank top and a pair of tight black athletic shorts, framing the nicest ass he'd ever seen in his life. Nicholas felt his groin fire in passion, and he raced to his car before anyone bore witness to his sudden perversion. ****** Nicholas watched as Emelie walked into the classroom. Her little skirt seemed smaller than ever, and he was sure he would eventually catch a glimpse of her panties. Emelie dropped something, and she bent over to pick it up. Her skirt rode up, and her adorable, lace-covered ass became visible to him. He couldn't wait any longer. Nicholas sprinted from his seat and grabbed Emelie by her tiny, firm waist. He placed her on his desk, and quickly stepped between her thighs and wrapped them tightly around his body. He reached for her ass and pulled her forward, so that the heat of her pussy was directly against his hard cock. Emelie gasped and licked her lips. "Why Mr. Carlisle...you're so hard," she murmured huskily. Nicholas ripped off her school blouse as he began kissing her neck. "That's because you're always teasing me, Emelie," he growled, squeezing her nipples through her bra. Emelie gasped. "I'm not trying to tease you sir," she said softly. Nicholas felt his dick swell even further as Emelie rubbed herself against him. Nicholas grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look him directly in the eye. "You know exactly what you do to me, you teasing little girl. And you need to be punished for it," Nicholas said harshly. He grabbed her by her hips and flipped her over on his desk, pressing her stomach against it. He stood behind her and pushed her school skirt up around her waist. He brought her panties down around her knees and furiously undid his pants in desperation. He admired the sight of the innocent little vixen on his desk for a brief moment before he lost all control, and shoved his cock inside of her tight pussy from behind. ****** Nicholas opened his eyes, feeling incredibly perverse and unclean. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was breathing heavily, still worked up from the hot dream. He was painfully hard, and he knew that only a cold shower would help him at this point. He lathered himself furiously, still feeling dirty no matter how hard he scrubbed. He'd had dreams about Emelie before, but never had he dreamed about actually having sex with her. It sickened him, how turned on by the dream he still was. She was his student, he was her teacher. She was eighteen, or at least, he desperately hoped she was eighteen, and he was thirty-three. It was wrong of him, so wrong of him, to lust after her the way he did. The cold shower wasn't helping, for just the thought of her was keeping him painfully aroused. He needed to get off to keep his filthy lusts at bay. The Schoolgirl Ch. 01 Nicholas closed his eyes, and tried to focus his arousal on someone, anyone, other than Emelie. He thought of actresses, models, even ex-girlfriends, but he was unable to keep his thoughts away from Emelie for long. Pretty soon, he began wondering what it would be like if Emelie were in the shower with him. With her long legs wrapped high around his waist, water covering every inch of her body, he would slide himself into her nice and slow, gripping her perfect ass in his hands as their slippery bodies slid together beneath the pounding water. Nicholas began to stroke himself as he pictured making love to his beautiful student while in the shower. He tried to imagine what she would sound like when she moaned in pleasure. Her voice was always so sweet and bubbly, so innocently, yet deeply, seductive, and he wondered how it would sound in the form of a guttural scream. He thought of how her breasts would feel pressed up against his chest, and his strokes became harder and faster. He tried to picture the look of ecstasy on her face, the sensation of her pussy gripping his cock, as she came for him, screaming his name. Nicholas began violently jerking himself as the pressure in his groin became unbearable. To witness Emelie's orgasm, to feel it around him...he couldn't imagine a more erotic sight or feeling. With a heavy groan, Nicholas erupted with a massive, powerful orgasm that left him breathless and shaking in the cold shower. The Schoolgirl Ch. 02 "Emmy, do you really have to wear your hair like that every day?" her mother pleaded. Emelie rolled her eyes and picked at her breakfast, some kind of scramble of egg whites, tomatoes, tofu, and spinach that was hardly enough to fill a quarter of her plate. Her mother was very strict about what she allowed their cook to prepare for meals, always eager to try the newest fad diets. She was currently on a low-carb vegetarian kick, which was making everyone in their house miserable, even though her doting father never complained. "Do we have to have this conversation every morning? I like wearing it down," Emelie snapped, reaching for a banana in the fruit bowl at the center of the table. "Emmy, the sugar! You need to watch your carbs! You're not going to be a size two forever without effort you know!" her mother exclaimed. Undeterred, Emelie peeled the fruit and took a spiteful bite, glaring at her mother. "The diet is just making her a bit paranoid, honey. We absolutely, do not think you are fat," her father said, nervously picking at his tofu with his fork. The rehearsed way he spoke made Emelie wonder if he'd read something about eating disorders in the newest chapter of one of his parenting books. He'd become obsessed with him, ever since her older brother Sam had been sent to rehab for the third time earlier that month. She couldn't help but laugh bitterly. She didn't quite know how to explain to her father that her body and her looks were pretty much the only parts of herself she took pride in. Emelie didn't have any artistic talents, nor was she good at any sports beyond cheerleading and cardio machines at the gym. Despite what the mediocre, at best, grades on her transcripts suggested, Emelie really did try hard in school. But unfortunately for her, book knowledge just didn't come naturally to her. She'd never be any kind of academic or scholar. All she had of value was her appearance. She knew she was lucky with the way her face looked, for she'd gotten the bone structure and blonde hair from her mother, a former fashion model, and the exotic eyes and tanned skin from her father. But her true pride was her body, for she put in a lot of burn and sweat to look the way she did. She was not shy about showing off her efforts, for she needed something about herself to be proud of. "Maybe you should tell her that, she's the one trying to lose weight," Emelie said between chews. Immediately, she felt bad for being so bratty. Her mother had always been a slender, active woman, but she'd taken Sam's drug issues to a personal extreme. Emelie knew she blamed herself for Sam's addiction, and coped by trying to smother and control Emelie as much as possible. "Emmy darling, what's wrong? Why are you so grumpy today?" her mother asked with growing alarm. Emelie sighed, knowing that her mother was running through the list of teenage problems Sam's drug counselor had frightened her with. Body image, drugs, promiscuity, peer pressure...Emelie didn't suffer with any of those. In fact, she considered herself to be a pretty balanced, healthy girl. Except for the one problem that was suddenly bothering her... "Mom, I'm fine. I just didn't get a lot of sleep. I'm sorry for being grumpy," Emelie replied. The truth was, Emelie had hardly slept at all. Each time she'd drifted off, she'd had strange, erotic dreams that had woken her with a throbbing, manic arousal. She'd tried masturbating several times, reaching down her panties to stroke her clit and ease the ache, but her efforts had been unsuccessful. She was still unable to make herself come. And now, not only was she tired, but also, suddenly finding herself sexually frustrated. "You need to make sure you get your rest, you don't want to wrinkle that pretty face. Do you want me to treat you to a caviar facial this weekend? It's been so long since we've had a spa day," she heard her mother say. A wicked thought entered her mind as Emelie prepared to take another bite of the banana. The shape was certainly obvious enough, along with the way she clutched it in her hand, but it was the movement of her mouth that truly made her think of sucking a cock. She'd only done it once before, with her last boyfriend, and the experience really hadn't been that exciting for her. In his greedy eagerness, Paul hadn't even given Emelie a chance to give oral sex a real try. Upon the first contact of her lips to his cock, he'd grabbed her hair and thrust forward, wildly pumping his hips until he exploded in her mouth, without warning, after no more than two minutes. And less than thirty seconds later, he'd fallen asleep on the couch. But for some reason, right now, the thought of being on her knees for a man, ideally one with more experience, and more flesh to fill her mouth with, suddenly made her insides clench in excitement. Carlisle suddenly popped into her head, and Emelie briefly choked on her fruit, cursing the unwelcome thought. "I'm going to be late. Love you both!" Emelie called, leaving the unfinished fruit on the table. ****** ****** Later that day in his office behind the classroom, Nicholas held his head shamefully in his hands, trying his hardest to think of anything other than Emelie. To his continued embarrassment, he'd needed to get himself off twice more that morning before being physically calm enough to leave his apartment. But his desire for her still throbbed painfully in his pants, demanding the kind of release that only the flesh of a woman could provide. His only serenity was the fact that it was Thursday, the one day a week when her Art History section didn't meet. He would hide in his office between classes if he needed to, anything to avoid running into her. He didn't trust himself around her when his libido was as eager and sensitive as when he was a teenager. Having her alone in the classroom yesterday for detention seemed to have ignited a dangerous reaction in his body. Before, he'd simply admired her beauty and sensuality from a slightly safer, albeit still highly inappropriate, distance. He'd reasoned that he was simply a normal, red-blooded man harmlessly noticing an exceptionally pretty girl. But being completely alone with her had changed something. It added another, far more primal layer of attraction that he knew he needed to completely tamper. He no longer just saw her as beautiful...he now saw her as explicitly sexual. He wondered if it was because it had been several months since he'd even had sex. Maybe it really had nothing to do with Emelie at all. He was just suffering from some pent-up sexual frustration, nothing more. He'd gone through the grieving process of Kate, his fiancée of two years, leaving him in early May in a relatively introverted fashion. Instead of going out and rebounding, Nicholas had largely kept to himself. He'd shunned the well-meaning social invitations from his close circle friends, preferring instead to suffer quietly, alone in his apartment, where no one could witness what a pathetic wreck he'd allowed himself to become. And pathetic he had truly been. He'd been able to function on a basal level, finishing up his first year of employment at West View with positive, and sometimes jealous, feedback from his fellow faculty members. But once summer started, he'd become truly pitiful. For almost a solid month, his days were spent mostly in bed, while his nightly activities were limited to drowning his sorrows with Jack Daniels, or begging Kate to take him back. But now, he was largely over her. He still missed her, but he was far beyond the point of wishing they were still together. Nicholas was more than ready to be active again, more than ready to enjoy another woman beneath him. His body was craving a good fuck, nothing more, and Emelie just happened to be the most attractive woman, or rather, girl, he saw on a regular basis. If he could get himself laid, then his misdirected lusts for her would be extinguished. He hoped. Nicholas returned his attention to the lecture plan in front of him, but it wasn't long before his imagination returned to Emelie's nubile body. He thought of sitting her directly in front of him, on his desk, gently running his hands along her gorgeous tanned legs as he pushed her tiny uniform skirt up around her waist. He would softly kiss her thighs, running his tongue along that smooth, golden skin. He would reach for her panties and slowly pull them off, letting his fingers dart along the full length of her legs. He would gently separate her thighs, exposing the delicate folds of her pussy to his hungry gaze. He'd lower his head, extend his tongue, and lick her relentlessly until she was bucking her hips and grinding her pussy lips against his mouth while screaming his name... Nicholas heard a knock on his office door, and his head snapped up in alarm. "C-come in," Nicholas called, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down from his fantasy. Nicholas inhaled sharply as Emelie came into view, and his crotch began to throb in reawakening desire. He knew he wouldn't be able to move from behind his desk, for if he did, there would be no doubt Emelie would see his full-on, raging erection. There was no way he'd be able to calm himself down when she was right in front of him. "Mr. Carlisle? Are you busy?" Emelie asked sweetly. She had an innocent smile on her face, and her striking green eyes were wide and hopeful. She was breathtaking. "No, I have a...umm...how can I help you?" he asked, clearing his throat. Emelie removed her backpack and plopped down in the seat in front of his desk. She crossed her legs as she reached into her folder, seemingly unaware of the way her tiny plaid skirt slid up her toned thighs. "I was wondering if we could talk about the essay due on Tuesday?" Emelie asked. Nicholas nodded, trying not to look at her. "I'll be happy to answer any questions you may have, Emelie," Nicholas replied. Emelie sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. "Well sir, I really don't want to fail your class. And on my first paper you said I 'demonstrated no sense of art history'," Emelie mentioned, curling her manicured fingers with air quotes. Nicholas sighed, and to his surprise, felt a slight twinge of guilt. Perhaps in his attempts to be strictly professional with her, he'd been overly harsh. "Emelie, what would you like me to do about that?" Nicholas asked tensely. Emelie stood then, and walked over to the other side of his desk. "Oh dear god," Nicholas muttered under his breath, as Emelie bent over and put her elbows on his desk. He'd fantasized about taking her just like this. Her skirt was so, so tiny, that Nicholas was beginning to see the curve of her ass. He began to wonder if she was wearing panties at all... "I feel like I have a good start, but I don't really know where to go from here..." Nicholas could no longer hear or pay any attention to what the young girl was saying. All he could focus on was her incredibly sexy body, the toned ass just inches away from his eager-to-squeeze hands. ****** ****** Emelie mulled over what she'd written so far for the paper. The topic required making some kind of historical argument, using Archaic, Classical, and Hellenistic Greek art pieces as evidence. Emelie had several ideas of what she wanted to say, but she didn't know how to assert them in a way that made sense. After a few moments, Emelie realized Carlisle wasn't giving her any feedback. She stopped talking and glanced back at him, and realized that he wasn't paying attention to her at all. His gaze was fixed on her skirt. This surprised Emelie, and she knew she should have been appalled that he was looking at her, but for some reason, she was only filled with curiosity, and distantly...excitement. She wondered if he was only staring because he thought the length was too short, which she'd been scolded for by other teachers before. But she hoped that he was staring because he found her attractive. Experimentally, Emelie bent forward a bit further, causing her skirt to rise even higher. She pretended to be nonchalant as she heard her professor's sharp intake of breath. She was certain then that he was looking at her in a sexual way, and she folded her lips and clutched her fists to keep herself from exploding in excitement. ****** ****** "So, do you think I can get at least a B?" Emelie asked. Nicholas cleared his throat, averting his eyes from her tiny skirt. "Umm, well..." Nicholas watched as Emelie stretched her back, and noticed the way her tight school polo shirt rose, exposing her toned lower stomach. To just hold onto her tiny waist as he pounded himself inside of her body... "I've really been trying so hard, Mr. Carlisle," Emelie purred, beginning to pout. "Well, Emelie...umm...Miss Woods...it...it s-seems you've gotten off to a...decent start," he said tensely. He reached for the collar of his shirt and cleared his throat again, suddenly feeling somewhat short of breath. He tried to force himself to give her feedback on the paper, but he knew his comments were superficial and trite. He simply couldn't focus on what she'd written, for her body was too distracting. He wondered if he should perhaps grade her easier when she finally turned it in on Tuesday. She'd come to him for help, she'd demonstrated that she was willing to try...he was the one who couldn't do his basic duty as her teacher and meet her halfway. Nicholas cursed himself for even considering it. No, he would not give her special treatment just because of how attractive she was to him. He was not that kind of man. He was an academic, and upon completion of his dissertation, he'd become a respected one. He was better than this. Emelie was knowingly teasing him with her body, and he would not let her win. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that kind of behavior just didn't seem to fit what little he knew about Emelie's personality so far. She was certainly a popular girl, and like the other students of West View, obviously came from a very well-off family. But she had never come across as spoiled, entitled, or manipulative. He knew there was no way she was unaware of how attractive she was, but he had a feeling she was only just realizing the effect it could have on a man considerably older than she was. Emelie returned to the front of his desk and began packing her belongings, but then she brushed her backpack over the front of her body. Nicholas was sure he would come in his pants when he finally saw Emelie's panties. It was brief, and probably accidental, but just a second of seeing that tiny, innocent, white cotton fabric was enough to drive him mad with desire. "Thank you for your help Mr. Carlisle!" Emelie called, bouncing out of his office. ****** ****** Emelie left the classroom with an overwhelming sense of smugness and pride. She could hardly contain her excitement as she walked down the hallway, headed towards the quad to join her friends for lunch. Carlisle had definitely been looking at her, and admiring her. She'd had enough experience with boys to easily recognize the gaze of a man growing sexually excited. But there was something different about the way Carlisle looked at her, and she had a feeling it wasn't just because he was her teacher. His gaze was dominant and powerfully lustful...almost dangerous, unlike the transparent, overly excited way guys her age looked at her. It was deeply thrilling. Perhaps her skirts were the key to getting higher grades in Carlisle's class. She didn't mind at all, for the thought of him looking at her in a lustful way made her feel somewhat empowered...and very sexual. "Where've you been?" Tessa asked. Emelie sat down on at their usual table, beneath the large trees in a shady area of the quad. "Oh, I just met with Carlisle to talk about the paper. I really don't want to have to spend too much time on it this weekend," Emelie answered. Georgina's eyes narrowed mischievously. "Because of Jake? You're planning on spending all weekend with him?" "Oh my god that's right! Is he coming down here or are you going up to the frat house?" Shelby added. It took Emelie several moments to remember her date with Jake. In all of her excitement about Carlisle admiring her, she'd managed to completely forget about the date she'd been hoping for all week. "We're just going to hang out down here tomorrow night," Emelie replied, reaching over for the tray of lunch Shelby had picked up for her. Her friends eyed her warily as she took a huge bite of her steak and avocado burrito, her favorite meal from the cafeteria. Undeterred by the uncomfortable gazes, Emelie began eating her fries in threes. "Ugh, I hate you," Georgina complained, picking at her garden salad. Emelie shrugged her shoulders. "It won't kill you, Georgie," Emelie teased, slightly extending the half-eaten wrap. Georgina instantly leaned away in disgust. "So if you're not spending all weekend with him, what are you doing? Harley can get us in to another party!" Shelby suggested. Emelie shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her food, suddenly losing her appetite. After her spa treatments with her mother on Saturday morning, Emelie had planned on spending the weekend with Sam at his rehab center. Her mother had made her promise not to tell anyone about Sam's drug problems, instead preferring to explain away her oldest child's continued absence with "another semester abroad." "Umm...my dad mentioned something about wanting us all to go up to the lake house this weekend. Family bonding stuff. So I probably won't be around until Monday night-ish," she replied noncommittally. Tessa and Georgina seemed to buy her awkward lie, but Shelby appeared suspicious. Emelie gave her a private, pleading look, and knowingly, with the perception that only a best friend could have, Shelby quickly nodded and brought up the upcoming homecoming game. ****** "Miss Woods, you're ten minutes late. Close the door and take a seat in the front row," he said. Emelie nodded and lowered her head, and slowly walked around the desk toward the center chair. "Not in the chair, Emelie. Sit directly on the desk, where I can see you," he instructed. Emelie gulped, not quite certain of what he wanted her to do. "Right there Emelie. Hop up on the desk," he encouraged. She silently obeyed him, and she slightly jumped at the cold contact of the wooden desk against the heated skin of the bare backs of her thighs. She looked up at Carlisle, waiting for him to tell her what to do next. She gulped as he removed his glasses and crossed his muscular arms in front of his body. "You're falling behind, Emelie. There's a very important concept you still haven't mastered," he said. His voice was stern, but his pale blue eyes held a playful twinkle that made her tingle between her legs. "Can you help me?" she asked. His lips curled into a slow, seductive smile. "I intend to, Emelie. You're not leaving this classroom until you make yourself come," he said, with a teasingly wicked gleam in his eye. Emelie bit her lower lip, trying her hardest to fight back a squeal of excitement. "Take off your panties and open your legs," Carlisle instructed. She thought about resisting...she knew she should be resisting. But his voice was like a command on her body. Emelie immediately felt herself raising her hips as she slipped the white cotton boy shorts down her legs with a faint shimmy, kicking them off of her ankles. She looked up at Carlisle, eagerly awaiting his next instruction. "Open your legs, Emelie. I need to see you," he said. She bit her lower lip again and reclined on the desk, planting her heels on the edge. She shakily separated her knees, and she felt her pussy instinctively clench as Carlisle's gaze immediately dropped to her naked lower body. The Schoolgirl Ch. 02 His rigid façade suddenly cracked, and Emelie immediately knew that she was now in full control of the situation. Carlisle gazed at her exposed pussy hungrily, lecherously, greedily, dangerously...his mouth was slightly parted and his breathing was heavy. His eyes were wide and focused on her body, and he licked his lips as he continued to stare at her. Enjoying her newfound power, Emelie slightly thrust her hips forward, wanting him to truly enjoy what he saw. She wanted, no, needed, him to look at her in that powerfully lustful way. He released a deep, soft groan, almost as if he were pained, before bringing his eyes to hers once more. "Now touch yourself..." ****** ****** Nicholas buried his face in Emelie's neck as he furiously pounded himself inside of her narrow channel. The sound of her sweet, high-pitched moans of pleasure only drove him on like a wild animal. He bucked his hips against hers furiously, ripping apart her tight walls with his rigid cock. "Do you...like the way this feels, Emmy," Nicholas grunted, looking down at her. Emelie nodded frantically, unable to find her words. "Come for me, Emelie. Come for me while I'm inside you," Nicholas moaned, reaching down between their feverish bodies. He swelled further as his fingers came in contact with Emelie's swollen, wet clit. "Ohh...Mr. Carlisle," Emelie moaned, squirming beneath him. Nicholas smiled, admiring the sight of her beneath him as he pleasured her, earnestly massaging her clit. He felt Emelie tighten impossibly around him as she moaned his name, and her sweet fluid erupted around him. The force of her orgasm stimulated his, and he exploded deep inside of her, filling her with his heavy load... ****** Nicholas opened his eyes, heart pounding rapidly in his chest. His body was coated in a thick layer of sweat, and to his shameful realization, his sheets were soiled with the fluids of his desire for Emelie. At thirty-three years old, he'd had a wet dream about his eighteen year old student. It was humiliating, and Nicholas began wondering which of the two of them was really the teenager. He crawled out of bed, stripping the comforters and sheets, and took a cold shower, in an attempt to calm him down. But once again, his desire only escalated. The dreams were becoming much more frequent, much more vivid. Nicholas was sure he could feel Emelie's sweet, hot wetness around him. He was certain he'd heard her lustful voice moaning his name. ****** ****** Emelie was immediately jolted out of sleep by a powerful, almost painful, throbbing sensation between her legs. Her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest, and her entire body was coated with sweat. Still somewhat groggy from sleep, Emelie reached between her legs, motivated only by primitive impulses. She needed to get off...desperately. She pushed her panties aside and rolled over onto her stomach, distantly shocked to discover how wet she was. She knew she should have been bothered by the fact that a dream about Carlisle had gotten her so worked up, but in the early morning hour, she didn't much care who her fantasy guy was. She was more excited than she'd ever been in her life, and she was going to seize it for all that it was worth. If thinking of Carlisle was what she needed to make herself come, then she would only encourage the dreams. Take off your panties and open your legs... The memory of her dream replayed with such a clarity that for a second, Emelie was certain he was right there in the room with her, commanding her with his deep voice. She pressed two fingertips against her clit, and she had to bite into her pillow to keep from crying out. The faint touch sent a surge of overwhelming eddies of pleasure throughout her entire body, and it wasn't long before her hips began to shift of their own accord as she ground herself against her hand. Open your legs, Emelie. I need to see you... Emelie gripped the edge of her mattress as she continued to rub herself against her fingers. The friction was exquisite, and Emelie felt a deep, warm buildup in her lower body that she'd never before experienced. She pressed her knees further apart, widening her pussy to her slick fingers. She arched her back as she began to rock back and forth with more force, pressure in her pussy growing close to unbearable. Now touch yourself... This was it. She was certain this was it. A rush of heat flooded her face and her nipples throbbed against the light cotton of the sleeping shirt she wore. Her pussy was clenching urgently, and she could feel her wetness beginning to dampen her sheets. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed in pleasurable tingling spasms, and she stilled herself as she welcomed the sensation of her first orgasm. But before she could peak, her cell phone buzzed with her cheerful, loud morning alarm, and the pleasurable, near-orgasmic sensations were replaced with a dull, annoying throb. Emelie groaned in frustration as she shut the alarm off. She wanted to try to make herself come again, but she knew the buildup had already left her body. The opportunity had disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. She crawled out of bed and took a hot shower, lathering herself with her favorite body wash and fruity shampoo. By the time she dried off, the annoying feeling was somewhat abated, replaced by an inexplicable girlish excitement. She told herself that she was simply excited about her date with Jake later that evening. But in truth, she was excited about seeing Carlisle in class. She dressed with an uncharacteristic sense of nervousness, deciding on a lacy, pale blue set of lingerie to wear beneath her uniform. She dug into her closet and pulled out her uniform skirt and polo shirt from freshman year, delighted to find that she was still able to easily squeeze into the uniform she'd worn when she was almost three inches shorter. After dressing, she decided to apply makeup, lengthening her eyelashes with mascara, heightening her cheekbones with blush, and drawing attention to her lips with a matte, dark pink lip gloss. Never before had she been this eager to physically impress a man before, and she hoped that Carlisle would enjoy what he saw. Emelie checked herself once more in the mirror before grabbing her purse and backpack and heading downstairs. She was satisfied with her look for the day, and all too eager to see Carlisle's reaction. ****** ****** Nicholas smelled her before he saw her. He'd distracted himself momentarily with taking attendance, but the sweet fruity scent of Emelie's shampoo gripped him into awareness. She'd just walked past him and was headed to her usual seat in the back of the classroom with her friends. And today, she looked sinfully sexy. There was something different about her, and he wasn't entirely certain of exactly what it was. She looked like she'd maybe styled her hair differently, for the brilliant blonde strands had more of a natural wave he hadn't before seen on her. But that wasn't all. Perhaps it was her uniform today. It definitely appeared smaller than normal. The polo shirt squeezed her toned torso so tightly that he was able to see the long, smooth lines of her abdominal muscles through the fabric. And the skirt...it was so short that he was certain if she leaned even an inch forward, her ass would be uncovered. He wasn't sure what angel, or devil, granted his unspoken wish, but Emelie did a delicate little turn as she took her usual chair at the back of the classroom, causing her skirt to flip up for a but a millisecond, briefly exposing the well formed curve of her ass covered by a cheeky pair of lacy, pale blue panties. Nicholas cleared his throat and lowered her eyes, cursing himself for letting his thoughts go in that dangerously sexual direction, while he was supposed to be teaching, no less. But the sound of her giggling with her friends pulled on his heart and on his libido. He snuck another gaze in her direction, and noticed that she was also wearing makeup. Not enough to look artificial, but enough to make it nearly impossible to look away from her, her features were so powerfully striking. The top layer of her long eyelashes was darkened, immediately forcing his gaze to zero in on her stunning green eyes, which looked even brighter and more vibrant. Her perpetual pout was only emphasized by the slightly darker than normal lip gloss she wore, making her appear as if she had just been sucking on a strawberry, or... Nicholas closed his eyes, willing himself to calm down. He could not let himself lose control over his body while they were in class. But he could still hear her voice, and even that was fueling his desire. It almost seemed as if she had purposefully entered class today with the direct intent of testing his wavering resolve. With a heavy sigh, Nicholas stepped behind his desk, and began his lecture for the day. ****** Emelie tried to pay attention to the lecture, but she could only focus on her handsome teacher's strong, powerful body. She wondered how it would feel to be held by him... Emelie shook her head, trying to shake away the thought. Yes he was handsome, but he was so old! It was so wrong on so many levels. Then again, Emelie had always had a fondness for older guys. As excited as she was about her date with Jake that evening, she knew her thoughts would probably drift to the exciting challenge Carlisle represented for her at some point. She knew she couldn't actually do anything with him, because he was a very professional man who seemed to take his job way too seriously. But she could at least spend time with him, and try to get him to look at her in that sexual way again, for no guy had ever made her feel as confidently sexual as one look from Carlisle. Not to mention, the dream she'd had about him... When class ended, Emelie smoothed her skirt and walked up to his desk once the classroom was empty. She'd put so much effort into her appearance today, and she really hoped he enjoyed what he saw. ****** "Mr. Carlisle?" Emelie asked sweetly. Nicholas felt his heart race as he took in the sight of the beautiful girl that stood before him. With the tight uniform and slight makeup, Emelie was overwhelmingly stunning. "Yes, Emelie? How can I help you?" he asked, trying to maintain composure. Emelie licked her lips, which caused pleasurable chills to shoot through Nicholas's body. "Well, Mr. Carlisle, I just realized that after the results of last week's test, my grade is going to drop to a C," Emelie said softly, slightly pouting. He had a feeling she was aiming for a sad face, and was trying to appeal to his sympathy instead of his libido, but her delicious pout was making him want to bite her lips. But then she stepped a bit closer to his desk and took a seat in front of it, crossing her legs and flipping her hair. Nicholas could hear his heart beating as he felt himself begin to harden. His mouth felt dry, and he found himself unable to speak. "Sir?" she asked. Nicholas cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. He lowered his eyes, using all of his willpower to avoid looking at her. "What would you like me to do about that, Emelie?" Nicholas asked, fidgeting with various objects on his desk. He heard the beautiful girl release a sweet sigh, music to his ears. From his peripherals, he could see that she was running a hand through her hair and uncrossing her legs. "Well, Mr. Carlisle, I was wondering if I could stay after class a few days a week, maybe after cheer practice, and...maybe you could help me? I really don't want to fall behind," she said. Nicholas locked his eyes on her, for this was not what he'd expected to hear. He thought for certain she'd simply demand an A for how attractive she was. And given his current state of hyper-arousal, he wasn't certain he would have been able to refuse. "You want me to tutor you?" he asked, voice lower and drier than he intended. Emelie nodded, a gentle smile forming on her face. She stood up, and gracefully walked over to where he stood, narrow hips gently swinging. She bit her lower lip as she stepped close, crossing her legs and batting her eyelashes. He wasn't certain if she was deliberately trying to be this enticing, but Nicholas knew that in that moment, she could make him do anything. "I really want to get a good grade, Mr. Carlisle," Emelie said softly, looking up at him with innocent eyes. She was so close that Nicholas could smell her, the sweet gentle scent of her skin. He was certain she tasted even better than she smelled. "H-how about we start this afternoon?" Nicholas offered finally. His heart melted when Emelie's lovely smile brightened. He was certain those incredible green eyes were sparkling. "You'll help me? Thank you so much Mr. Carlisle!" Emelie exclaimed, jumping forward and quickly hugging him. The gesture was fleeting and casual, but he felt himself just barely inch his arms around her when their bodies made contact. But as quickly as it occurred, Emelie released him, and with a final wave, exited the classroom. Nicholas stumbled back to his desk chair, feeling like his head was spinning. ****** Nicholas's heart was racing as he finished cleaning up his desk. He'd considered grabbing the bottle of sparkling water he had in his office, but eventually decided against it. He had to remind himself that this tutoring session was not a date; he was a teacher giving extra help to a student in need, nothing more. Emelie walked in a few minutes later, wearing her cheerleading skirt, a sports bra, and an open sweatshirt. Her lovely blonde hair was up in a cute ponytail, which bounced as she walked. "Sorry I'm late! I got here as fast as I could!" Emelie exclaimed, slightly out of breath. Nicholas couldn't help but admire the toned lines of her abs, the swooping curve of her waist. He cleared his throat once she caught the direction of his gaze, hoping she didn't notice that he was staring at her so overtly. "That's quite all right, Emelie," Nicholas said eventually. Emelie frowned. "Really? You usually get really upset about that kind of thing," she mentioned, smiling sweetly. Nicholas cleared his throat, trying not to let her charms overpower him. "No, Emelie. It's fine. How about we get started?" Nicholas asked, suddenly embarrassed by how harsh his voice sounded. Emelie appeared unperturbed by his abruptness, and she casually grabbed one of the chairs from the front of the classroom, and pulled it right next to his desk. ****** Emelie undid her hair as Nicholas looked over the timed short essays she'd just written. He was beginning to struggle to focus on the content of the essays, which admittedly, showed significant improvement from her regular classwork. He was surprised by how eager she'd been to work hard during their tutoring session. He could tell that it was a bit of a struggle for her in the beginning, but the more she worked, the more her writing improved, showing profound insights he hadn't realized she was capable of producing. Nicholas had a feeling she could easily be an A student if she put in this much diligent effort into her regular studies. "Your work has already gotten much better," Nicholas said, realizing he'd been holding the papers for too long. He looked at Emelie once more, rendered breathless by her sheer perfection. "It's because I have a great tutor," Emelie said softly. Nicholas wasn't sure, but there was something slightly sensual in her eyes. Was she flirting with him? "Well, you're a great student," he replied, clearing his throat. Emelie's bright smile widened, and she suddenly approached him, plopping down right on his desk. "You really think so?" she asked hopefully. Nicholas thought about asking her to move, but decided against it. She didn't realize how sexy she looked on his desk, how much her skirt was rising. It would only make things more awkward if he brought attention to it. "Of course. You're a bright girl, you just need to apply yourself more. I think if you continue to work this hard, you'll be just fine for the A.P. exam this spring," Nicholas replied. Emelie crossed her legs and flipped her hair. "I like this version of you," Emelie mentioned, giggling. Nicholas frowned as he felt his heart begin to surge in anxiety, quickly realizing that her infectious charms were causing him to let down his guard. "What do you mean?" he asked, voice hardening. Emelie rolled her eyes and scooted closer to him. "What I mean is, usually in class you're so cold and distant and...kind of crabby. But right now, with me, you're being so nice. I like it," Emelie clarified. "I guess you're just special then," Nicholas said automatically, without thinking. Her eyes widened, and she began nibbling her lower lip. "So what are you doing for the long weekend?" she asked conversationally. Nicholas began packing his desk, trying to distract himself from her lovely legs. "Not too much, actually. I'm probably going to get a head start on grading some papers. I imagine you have a long line of dates planned," Nicholas replied, cursing himself for letting his guard down, yet again. This was the most he'd ever casually spoken to her, and he was quickly discovering that Emelie really was extremely easy to talk to. Too easy. Immediately catching his slip, Emelie's smile became slightly mischievous, and her eyebrows rose. "What makes you say that?" she asked. Nicholas's heart began to pound. He wasn't sure if she was aware of it, but she seemed to be cornering him. "Well, you know...I...it seems you are...quite popular with the...boys at this school," Nicholas mentioned. Emelie giggled and shrugged her shoulders. "Well...do you think I'm pretty, Mr. Carlisle?" she asked innocently. She looked up at him expectantly, and Nicholas debated which answer to give her. He knew he was walking the thin line between what could and could not be argued as appropriate. "Surely you don't need me to tell you that," he began. He saw that her eyes slightly saddened, which was too much for him to bear. He couldn't handle seeing a woman as beautiful as she was with a sad look on her face. He ignored his sense of appropriateness, and followed his urge to indulge her. "Emelie, come on...you know you're gorgeous," he said softly. Emelie looked up at him, with a slightly coquettish smile on her face. "I think you're very handsome, Mr. Carlisle," she replied, voice slightly purring. He realized that Emelie had scooted even closer to him, was practically in his lap. Their faces were only a few inches apart. "Emelie, I think it's time for you to leave," Nicholas said, trying to distance himself from her. Emelie sighed and hopped off of his desk, but then she gazed at him with a slightly wicked twinkle in her eye. "Have a good weekend, Mr. Carlisle," she said sweetly. And with that, she leaned forward and kissed him. Nicholas was stunned, and he stared at her as she withdrew, smiling devilishly at him. He knew he should end things there, but his pent up desire for her prevented him from thinking rationally. In that moment, he didn't care about his job at West View, his academic career, or what was or was not ethical and legal. All he wanted was to feel her lips again. She looked like she was preparing to leave, for there was a sad, almost bashful look on her face. And she was pouting, unwittingly tempting him with her full lips. Had she been trying to seduce him? Was she feeling rejected? Before she could leave, Nicholas grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, and crushed his lips against hers. Nicholas moaned in pleasure as he sank his tongue into her mouth. She tasted even better than he'd imagined. He felt her tongue shyly darting into his mouth, and he pulled her closer, encouraging her to kiss him harder. The Schoolgirl Ch. 02 He loved the feeling of her tight, fit body in his hands, and he squeezed her waist in earnest, crushing her breasts against his torso. She was moaning and rubbing herself against him as they kissed, and his cock throbbed in hunger for her. Nicholas began nibbling on Emelie's lower lip as his hands traveled down her back. He reached her skirt, and gripped her ass, hard. Those perfectly firm globes of flesh felt even better in his hands than he could have imagined. Emelie slightly squealed, a delicious sound that made him want to squeeze her ass even harder, and get inside of her as soon as possible. Nicholas began maneuvering his hand beneath her skirt, searching for whatever frilly, lacy thing separated her pussy from his eager hands, but a sound out in the hallway just outside of the classroom stopped him. Apparently Emelie heard it too, for she wriggled out of his arms with a playful giggle. It was then that Nicholas realized what he had just been doing. He had just been intimate with one of his students. His barely legal student. He watched as Emelie fixed her clothes and smoothed her hair. Emelie looked over to him, smiling sweetly. "Have a...wonderful weekend, Mr. Carlisle," she said breathlessly. She licked her lips and slightly flipped her hair, and with that, she was gone. The Schoolgirl Ch. 03 Emelie dejectedly brushed her hair as she sat in front of the mirror, mulling over the events of that afternoon. The way Carlisle had glared at her after she pulled away from their second kiss was harsher than anything she'd ever seen with him. In fact, he seemed angrier with her than any man had ever been. She couldn't understand why he'd been so furious. He'd kissed her that time. She hadn't imagined the feeling of him slamming her body against his torso, his big, frantic hands squeezing her hips and her waist. His kisses had been demanding and hard, almost too hard, and she was certain she could feel his erection pressing against her stomach. It was obvious he wanted her, and if they hadn't been interrupted by the janitor in the hallway, she knew he would have taken things further. And she would have let him. Emelie winced once she realized she was brushing her scalp raw, and she tossed the brush on the counter, shifting her attention to her makeup case. Emelie normally loved getting dolled up, but as she readied herself for her date with Jake, the act felt like much more of a chore. Just a few days ago, she would have rushed home immediately after cheer practice and spent hours preparing herself for him. But now, less than thirty minutes before his expected arrival, Emelie couldn't rouse much interest. She quickly grew bored of applying makeup, and left her vanity counter in her bathroom without a second thought. She entered her closet and absently scanned over different items, an activity that normally filled her with girlish excitement. She used to welcome the nervous anticipation of combing through her closet and searching for the perfect outfit to wear for a date. But now, she was annoyed by the amount of clothes she owned. Her cell phone vibrated on her nightstand, and Emelie retied her short silk robe and walked over to her bed to read her latest text. It was from Jake, informing her that he was stuck in traffic, and running at least twenty minutes late. Emelie typed a noncommittal response before slightly reclining on her bed. She felt privately ashamed of the fact that a small part of her had hoped that the message was from Carlisle. She wasn't familiar with rejection, nor was she familiar with being ignored, and the abrupt way Carlisle's apparent lust had been extinguished that afternoon was weighing heavily on her self-esteem. Did she turn him off somehow? She sat on her bed for several minutes, attempting to distract herself from her disappointment by perusing through her favorite fashion accounts and style blogs. She felt her heart race each time her phone buzzed, but the messages were only from Jake, continuing to apologize for his lateness, promising he'd make it up to her. Growing irritated with the constant messages, Emelie sat her phone back down on the nightstand. She knew it was foolish of her to hope for a message from Carlisle. He was her teacher, and now, he was apparently mad at her. Not to mention, it certainly wasn't like he had her number... Emelie was suddenly struck by a jolt of inspiration, and she scrambled off of her bed, feeling re-energized and giddy. She ran to her closet and pulled out the sexiest items she could find and threw them on her bed in a messy heap. She then ran to her desk and frantically searched for her A.P. Art History binder. She flipped through her class handouts and assignments, growing increasingly impatient when she couldn't find the item she wanted. But finally, she found the class syllabus, and she squealed in triumph. She glanced at the upper left hand corner, which was printed with Mr. Nicholas Carlisle's full contact information. It included his campus email address, his office phone number, and to her extreme delight, his cell phone number. Emelie held the syllabus against her chest as she walked back to the pile of clothes on her bed. When she found a few items she liked, she grabbed her cell phone, and cheerfully walked back into her bathroom vanity, wickedly eager to challenge Carlisle. He had definitely been turned on that afternoon, and she fully intended to continue to stroke whatever lust he was now trying to hide from her. ****** ****** "I must say, Nicholas...I was pleasantly surprised by your invitation," Laura said softly. She flashed him a bright smile, which Nicholas returned with a sincere grin of his own. He couldn't help but admire the sight before him, for Laura was a truly attractive woman. She'd lightened her hair to more of a dirty blonde since he'd last seen her, almost a year prior, and her skin had slightly tanned. She was slim and athletic, her toned body well framed by the form fitting purple dress she wore. She was beautiful, and very well styled. Living with Kate had clued him in to the amount of time women spent getting ready for dates, and he could tell that Laura had put in a great deal of effort to look the way that she did for their impromptu dinner. And he was fully appreciative of her efforts. "And I was pleasantly surprised by your acceptance, Laura. Truly," Nicholas replied. She took a sip of her wine, an expensive cabernet he'd selected upon arrival at the restaurant, Delmonico's. They'd just finished their appetizer, a plateau de fruits de mer, and were awaiting their main courses. Laura glanced at the scenic view of the lake from their table, giving Nicholas ample time to admire the beautiful woman before him. He hoped that she was still as attracted to him as she had been a year prior, when he'd still been engaged to Kate. She'd come on to him in a drunken, awkward encounter at the book launch of a mutual academic colleague, but he had politely refused her advances. They'd maintained occasional, strictly professional contact via email, and he'd all but forgotten about the events of the party. But now, Nicholas was beyond desperate for sex. He needed to get his attraction to Emelie out of his system, lest he'd truly lose his mind, his career, and possibly, his freedom. He was more than willing to treat Laura to an expensive meal, if it meant it would even slightly increase his chances of enjoying her beneath him later that night. She glanced back at him, dark brown eyes smoldering seductively. She slowly licked her lips, and Nicholas felt a stirring deep in his gut. "Have I told you how stunning you look?" Nicholas asked. Laura slightly fluttered her eyelashes as she extended her leg beneath the table, caressing his calf with her delicate ankle. "It's all for you, you know...you certainly know how to treat a lady," she replied, with a playful wink. Nicholas was immediately filled with a surge of triumph. This was her invitation. He could now breathe a bit easier. "And you certainly know how to charm a man. What else have you been up to the past few months? Besides practicing your skills as a provocateur, I mean," Nicholas asked. He refilled her glass of wine before taking a generous sip of his own. Laura smiled again and shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, you know, the usual. I just returned from a summer fellowship with the Classics department up north, and right now I'm in the process of recruiting a few exceptional graduates for a dig in Crete this spring. And yourself?" Laura asked. "Continuing to work on my dissertation, while teaching the A.P. class at West View...we're actually right in the middle of the Classics part of the course. Although I doubt my teaching style is anywhere near as exciting as that of an active, published archaeological scholar," Nicholas replied sincerely. He truly was proud of Laura and all that she had accomplished, especially as a woman in a male-dominated field. She threw her head back and laughed heartily, causing the gold necklace around her neck to jump teasingly between her breasts. "Don't sell yourself short! I'd reckon the faculty positions at West View are more competitive than most universities. I have a colleague who followed the same path you're on. He spent two years at a school similar to West View, and he was tenured within two years at the university," Laura said encouragingly. Nicholas extended his glass of wine, and Laura immediately followed suit. "Well, here's to our continued success then," he said, clinking their glasses. "To our continued success," Laura replied, before taking a long sip of wine. The waiter arrived with their main courses, and Nicholas felt his appetite reawaken. He'd been nervous all afternoon and evening, but now, he was finally beginning to feel a bit more relaxed. He wasn't sure if it was the wine, his present company, or the fact that Laura was offering him sex after dinner, but Nicholas felt surprisingly at ease. As he continued to enjoy the date, it became easier for him to push aside thoughts of Emelie. And by the time dessert arrived, his attention was fixated solely on his captivating dinner companion. "So...are you the 'cool' teacher? Or the draconian disciplinarian?" Laura asked playfully. Nicholas shrugged his shoulders. "Definitely not the 'cool' teacher. I've overheard some of my students calling me Count Carlisle," Nicholas replied. Laura's lovely face split into a wide, goofy grin. "There's absolutely nothing vampiric about you, unless of course it's the females who are finding their young teacher seductive like Dracula," Laura teased. Nicholas was about to respond and inform her how mistaken she was, but his words were interrupted by the insistent buzz of his phone in his jacket pocket. "Laura, I'm so sorry, I thought I'd turned this stupid thing off," Nicholas apologized, reaching for the phone. "Don't worry about it, is it important?" Laura asked. Nicholas frowned at the screen. He'd received a message from a number he didn't recognize. "I'm not...sure," Nicholas said, opening the message icon. i hope you're not still angry w. me Beneath the text was a selfie of Emelie. Her stunning eyes were fixed on the camera, and her lips were pouting. Her blonde hair framed her beautiful face messily, almost as if she had just tousled it. Or as if she'd just had sex... The image cut off at the point of her chest where her full breasts were just beginning to outline. "Oh god," Nicholas said. "What is it? Is everything all right?" he heard Laura say. Nicholas blinked several times as he tried to orient himself. He had to take several breaths to calm himself down before answering Laura. "Umm...sorry...it's from...my mother," Nicholas replied. He stared at the beautiful image of Emelie, unsure of how he was supposed to respond. Just what kind of game was she playing? He resolved to reply with a simple, but firm text of discouragement, but before he could begin to type, he could see that Emelie was sending something else. "Is she okay?" Laura asked, concern in her voice. Another message came through, and Nicholas felt his cock begin to harden. i really liked feeling your hands here She'd sent a picture of herself from the neck down. She was wearing a tiny, loose red crop top and a tight pair of white, low-rising cutoff shorts, leaving almost her entire toned stomach fully bare. She'd taken the picture facing away from a mirror, so that the photo captured both the front of her body, and the back of it. The shorts were so small and tight that he could just begin to see the delicious bare curves of her ass cheeks. His mind immediately returned to that afternoon and the feeling of her tight, fit body in his hands. He could hear Laura speaking, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from the sexy image of Emelie's body. "Nicholas!" he heard her say, frantic with worry. Nicholas downed a large gulp of his wine before clearing his throat. "I'm sorry...I...I need to see what she needs. I'll just be a minute," Nicholas said, awkwardly excusing himself from the table. The cool air did little to settle his nerves once he was finally outside of the restaurant. He clutched his phone in his hand, eyeing it as if it were a viper about to strike. Nicholas wondered briefly how Emelie had gotten his personal number, but then he remembered that she'd probably obtained it from the syllabus. He was certain then that she was trying to torture him, dangling her nubile body in front of him like a devious siren, and he hated that he was already under her spell. As anxious and uncomfortable as the situation made him, he couldn't deny that a strong part of him was greedily anticipating her next message. desperate girls do desperate things...i hate to be ignored. you like? She'd removed her crop top and unbuttoned her shorts, exposing a tiny, bright red bikini. The triangles of the top were narrow and appeared to be unpadded, barely containing her breasts, which now looked much rounder and fuller than he'd imagined. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest as his excitement became close to unbearable. He struggled to inconspicuously adjust his erection in his jeans, nodding awkwardly at a suspicious witness across the street. His phone buzzed again, and Nicholas eagerly opened the next message. She sent no text with this photo, only the overt image of her lower body, once more reflected in the mirror. She'd removed her shorts, and was wearing only her bikini bottoms, which were cut so small around her perfectly formed ass that it was nearly a thong. Her fingers were curled in the tiny strip of fabric at the front of her bikini, just barely pulling down the fabric. It sat so low on her hips that if it were a mere millimeter lower, her pussy would be exposed. This was too much for him. Without thinking, Nicholas typed a quick, impulsive response. You need to stop this. Now. Nicholas immediately regretted his words once he hit send, feeling an irrational sense of guilt. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, and he didn't want her to feel rejected. He quickly shook away the unwelcome thought. It was not his job to bolster her ego, and it was foolish of him to allow himself to become a salivating puppy in response to her teasing photos. Perhaps she was trying to get him in some kind of trouble... After a few moments of no activity, Nicholas assumed, with distant disappointment, that she got the message. But before he re-entered the restaurant, he felt his phone vibrate again, and he was filled with both excitement, and dread, at what it contained. yes sir ;) She'd sent two photos. The first was a picture of her red bikini on the floor. The second was another selfie. Her shoulders were bare, and her arm was pressed playfully across her chest, covering her nipples, yet revealing the bare curves of her naked breasts. Nicholas spied the waiter that had been serving them all night, and abruptly emptied the contents of his wallet before the stunned man could protest. He then returned to the table, where Laura sat expectantly. He couldn't get them out of the restaurant fast enough. ****** ****** Emelie slipped her bikini back on with a satisfied grin on her face. Carlisle had certainly tried to be stern with her, but she knew by the constant unfulfilled attempts at replying to her texts that she'd definitely succeeded at gaining his attention. Or at least, she hoped she'd succeeded. The longer she mulled over the single message he'd sent, however, the lower her confidence became. Perhaps Carlisle really, truly wasn't interested in her at all. She glanced back at her phone and re-scanned her message history with Carlisle. She knew that he'd seen the message, but he didn't respond. He was, truly, ignoring her. Discouraged, she slipped on a loose, oversized sweater and headed downstairs for some comfort food, but she was surprised by the sudden sound of the doorbell. Emelie pulled her sweater tighter around her body and opened the door, smiling nervously at the date she'd once more managed to completely forget about. "Hey, Emelie...I'm so sorry I'm late...were you about to go swimming?" Jake asked. He was wearing a gray shirt and dark jeans, and Emelie thought he looked extremely handsome. His dark hair was well-styled and sexily pushed back, making his bright blue eyes sharply stand out in the darkness. But it was the familiar, boyish way he was looking at her that made Emelie truly excited. "Yes...I thought, since the weather is so nice, I'd spend some time by the pool while I waited for you. Care to join me?" Emelie said, fully opening the door. She slowly strolled through the main entryway as she removed her sweater, and when she turned around to look at Jake, his face held that transparent excitement that bolstered her confidence. His mouth hung open as he tried to keep his gaze away from her bikini, and Emelie felt oddly...grateful, by his admiration. She'd never before experienced the need to have a guy look at her sexually, because she'd never before been rejected by a guy she was interested in. Until Carlisle. And now, she was almost desperate for Jake's attention. She needed confirmation that she still had use out of the only positive quality she had. "I didn't bring any trunks," Jake admitted eventually. Emelie reached for his belt and began unfastening it, as she gazed at him with the most seductive grin she could muster. "You don't need any." ****** "I promise...I really did actually have a proper date planned for you," Jake said. Emelie curled up against him in the jacuzzi and shrugged her shoulders. "Really now?" she asked playfully. She popped a strawberry into her mouth as Jake shifted uncomfortably against her. "I did...I made reservations for us at Delmonico's...I really wanted to give you a proper date. Seeing you in this bikini is impairing my better judgment," Jake replied. Fueled by his compliments, Emelie shifted fully into his lap, straddling him. She noticed Jake starting to blush as he placed his hands on her hips, slightly shifting her a few inches further down his thighs. "Maybe that's a good thing...I've enjoyed staying in with you," Emelie encouraged, placing her hands on his large biceps. She could feel his eyes on her, and she ran her fingertips over his shoulders, settling around his neck. She noticed that his gaze was still fixed on her chest, and she scooted forward, feeling fully encouraged. When he finally glanced back at her, she couldn't help but giggle. "Sorry...I'm probably making the worst impression imaginable right now. I promise I know how to be a gentleman," he said bashfully. Emelie scooted closer to him, closing the distance between their bodies. She flattened her breasts against his chest and gently rubbed her lower body on his lap, eliciting a deep groan from his throat. "I don't want you to be a gentleman tonight," Emelie whispered, before leaning forward and kissing him. As soon as he began to kiss her back, Emelie completely forgot about how upset she was at Carlisle's rejection. Feeling Jake's huge arms around her, eagerly pulling her against his body, was all Emelie needed to remember how happy she was that Jake had asked her out in the first place. She slightly shivered as Jake suddenly stood in the jacuzzi, hands squeezing her bottom as he carried her out of the warm water, lips still attached to hers. His eager kisses were becoming too much for her to keep up with, but he finally let her catch her breath once he placed her on her back on one of the cabana lounges. "You're sure you don't want me to be a gentleman?" Jake asked. Emelie nodded eagerly, and offered him her best smile. Jake lunged forward and began kissing her again, harder this time. She curled her tongue with his as his hands began to slide up and down her torso, gently squeezing her. She reached for him and skirted her fingertips along his toned abs, before settling on his large arms. The Schoolgirl Ch. 03 She could feel her pussy begin to moisten when Jake brought his lips to her neck and began nibbling on her sensitive skin. She briefly thought about stopping him, not entirely interested in the hassle of covering a hickey, but his large hands on her body distracted her. He ran his hand up her torso and Emelie's back arched in anticipation. Her breasts felt swollen and needy, and she desperately wanted him to touch her. But to her disappointment, he paused on her ribcage. "Emelie, can I—" "Yes, just do it," she urged, feeling slightly guilty for cutting him off. She grabbed his wrist and brought it to her bikini top, and she moaned in delight when he began to knead her breast in his palm. She rubbed her throbbing pussy against his boxer-covered erection, hoping to encourage him to touch her more, but Jake maintained his slow, gentle caresses on her body. Her excitement was very quickly turning into frustration. Figuring he just needed encouragement, Emelie reached for the strap of her bikini and slid it down her shoulders, exposing her left breast. Her nipple instantly hardened in reaction to the cool air, but her body felt feverish and wanton. She tried to pull his hand back to her breast, but Jake suddenly shifted his weight onto his elbows and gazed down at her. "God, Emelie...you're so hot—" "Thank you, please shut up now," Emelie urged, roughly pulling him back down to kiss her. He finally appeared to understand her need, for he abandoned his gentle caresses for demanding squeezes. His hand on her breast was a bit too rough for her liking, but it was at least closer to what her actual tastes were. She felt him slip another hand down her body, slowly trailing up between her thighs. Emelie eagerly separated her legs, welcoming his touch, desperate for friction against her needy pussy. He pressed his fingertips against her clit from the outside of her bikini, and Emelie moaned loudly into his mouth. Finally, he seemed willing to give her what she needed. She arched her back as he massaged her clit, and Emelie rocked her hips against him, hoping to generate more friction. She could feel the pressure beginning to build in her lower body, but it felt too distant, too out of reach. She was excited, and she wanted to come. She'd had to wait for far too long. She felt his fingers toying with the material of her bikini, and Emelie squirmed beneath him in eager anticipation. Jake brought his lips to her neck as he began gently pulsing his fingertips against her bare clit, and Emelie moaned loudly, welcoming the sensations. "Fuck, Emelie you're so wet—" "Jake, please stop talking, just make me come...please," Emelie begged. She briefly worried about how rude she sounded, but Jake's answering chuckle slightly lessened her fears. Emelie reached between their bodies and grabbed his cock through his wet boxers, gingerly squeezing it in her palm. The contact had the desired reaction, for Jake suddenly increased his speed and pressure against her bare pussy. She rewarded him with firm squeezes the closer he brought her to orgasm, and it wasn't long before he was bucking his hips against her palm as he vibrated his hand on her pussy. Emelie almost felt drugged from her desire, and the sound of their moans mixing in the night air only drove her on. Her pussy tingled and throbbed as Jake continued to play with her clit with his long, thick fingers, and she knew that her orgasm was imminent. Jake's cock pulsed in her hand, and Emelie reached into his boxers to touch him directly. The pressure in her pussy doubled as she finally wrapped her hand around his cock, beginning to stroke him, and she bucked her hips against his fingers in desperation. His precum moistened her hand as she stroked his shaft, and his appreciative moans only drove on her desire. She pressed her legs as far apart as she could manage when the pressure in her pussy became so overwhelming it was near unbearable, and she paused, welcoming the impending orgasm. But before she could release, her pleasure was interrupted by the thunderous sound of the garage opening. She immediately pushed Jake off of her and scrambled to fix her bikini. "Is that your parents?" Jake asked in confusion. Emelie tossed his clothes at his chest as she tied her sweater around her body. "Yes, they weren't supposed to be home until like one, I'm so sorry," Emelie said quickly, feeling her face turn hot with embarrassment. To her immense gratitude, Jake immediately took the cue to dress and dry himself as quickly as possible. By the time her parents arrived in the backyard, Emelie and Jake appeared every bit the innocent young couple, cuddling on the lounge. "Emelie, who's your friend?" she heard her mother say. She thought she would die from embarrassment as her mother's eyes roamed all over her date. Clearly she'd cheated on her diet and had enjoyed a few too many drinks. "Mom this is—" "Jake Stanton, Mrs. Woods. It's a pleasure to meet you. I can see now where Emelie gets her exceptional beauty," Jake said. Emelie rolled her eyes as her mother fanned herself like a gushing schoolgirl. "Please, call me Bethany. Oh, and this my husband, John," her mother said, seeming to just remember that Emelie's father was standing next to her. Clearly well versed at making a good impression with parents, Jake proudly extended his hand to her father. "Wonderful to meet you, Mr. Woods," Jake said confidently. "Likewise. You wouldn't happen to be of any relation to Marcus Stanton, would you?" Emelie frowned, unsure of whom her father was referring to. She looked up at Jake, who lowered his head in slightly bashful, boyish charm. "Yes, actually, he's my father," Jake replied. Emelie slightly relaxed as the suspicion in her father's eyes was replaced by recognition. "I've worked with Marcus on a few deals, and he always mentions how proud he is of his son the football star. You had a pretty impressive rookie season, are you planning on going pro?" her father asked. Jake shrugged his wide shoulders. "Well, my primary focus right now is my academics...also, your lovely daughter has given me another good reason to stick around for a while," Jake said, glancing down at her. "How long have you two known each other? Has Emelie invited you to the homecoming dance yet?" her mother interjected. Emelie's face immediately reddened, and she glanced up at Jake apologetically. "Mom, it's not like that, we've only—" "She hasn't mentioned it yet, but if she will have me...I would be honored to accompany her as her escort," Jake replied smoothly. "Well we'll leave you two kids to...discuss. Don't stay out too late," Emelie's mother said, before pulling her father back inside the house. Once her parents were out of earshot, Emelie finally turned towards Jake. "Thanks...you don't actually have to come to the dance, you know," Emelie said quietly. Jake gently placed his hand on her chin and kissed her softly on the lips. It was a gentle, chaste kiss, that demonstrated he knew full well that her mother was watching them from inside the house. "Of course I do. It guarantees me at least one more date with you, and I can show you just how much of a gentleman I can be," Jake replied. Emelie leaned against his large shoulder as they walked back into the house and onto the main driveway. When she was certain she was out of sight from her parents, Emelie slightly pulled open her sweater, re-exposing her bikini. "And after the dance?" she asked suggestively. Jake's eyes smoldered for several moments before he re-entered his car. "Then...hopefully we can finish what we started tonight," Jake replied. They said their final goodbyes, and Emelie returned to her bedroom as Jake sped off. Despite the awkward turn of events, Emelie felt positive overall about her date with Jake, and she was excited to see him again for the homecoming dance. As she lay in bed, she thought idly about what Carlisle would think of her at the dance. He was scheduled to chaperone, and he would no doubt see her with Jake. Jake was handsome, smart, athletic, and according to her father, came from a great family. He was everything that Emelie wanted in a boyfriend. She knew it was a wicked thought, but she couldn't help but hope that Carlisle would experience at least a little bit of jealousy upon seeing her at the dance. At some point, he had been attracted to her, for she'd seen him looking at her skirt. She'd felt him grab her and kiss her. He'd even called her gorgeous. But the more Emelie thought about her illicit contact with Carlisle, the more foolish she felt. She was acting reckless and immature, and had probably just made him more upset with her stupid photos and childish texts. She'd probably completely misread Carlisle's signals, mistaking his discomfort for arousal. Emelie clutched her pillow against her chest as she struggled to fall asleep. She'd never before felt so undesirable. ****** ****** Nicholas knew before he opened his eyes that Laura was no longer in bed with him. He slowly crawled out of bed and stretched his muscles, feeling somewhat sore from the exertions of the night before. As suspected, Laura had been a vixen in bed, completely draining him dry. She was lively and she was skilled, contorting her body in erotic positions he'd only heard described, and had never before witnessed. The young professor may have looked conservative, but Laura fucked like a pornstar. And for the first time in days, Nicholas had experienced peaceful sleep, with no unwelcome dreams of Emelie. Laura, and her incredible sexual prowess, had cured him. He entered the living room, surprised to find Laura fully dressed, and sliding on her high heels from the night before. "I'm so sorry, did I wake you?" she asked softly. Nicholas shook his head. "Are you in a rush? Would you like to stay for breakfast? Or...we can go out," Nicholas suggested. He felt a tremor of unease as Laura gazed at him apologetically. "I actually...have plans for breakfast already," she replied politely. Nicholas shrugged his shoulders and strolled towards her, wrapping his hands around her waist. "I really enjoyed last night," he purred, bringing his lips to her neck. To his disappointment, she gracefully slid out of his grasp. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, confused. Laura shook her head. "No, of course not. Just...let us both be honest about what happened here, okay? I know those texts weren't from your mother," Laura said. Nicholas immediately froze. How did she know that his student had sent him suggestive photos of herself? And most importantly, why wasn't she reporting him to the authorities? "You do?" Nicholas asked, suddenly feeling as if he were in a daze. Laura lightly kissed his cheek. "Yes, it was obvious. I...I heard about your breakup with Kate Strass. And it was obvious when you came back in the restaurant that she'd reached out to you," she said. Nicholas exhaled in relief, wholly grateful that she'd guessed wrong. "Laura, listen...I'm not pining after Kate, I promise—" "I know. But I also know how contact from an ex, especially if it was a bad breakup, can mess with your head. Your confidence was low, and you needed a fun night. And honestly...so did I," Laura said. There was a sudden vulnerability on her face that Nicholas instantly recognized, and he realized that they had far more in common than their academic interests. "So what are you saying?" Nicholas asked eventually. Laura ran a hand through her hair and pulled her purse over her shoulder. "I'm saying...I'm not really interested in the obligatory post-coital brunch. We used each other last night, and that's okay. Dinner was sweet, but unnecessary. Give me a call next time you just want a good fuck, and nothing more," Laura said quickly. It was with a quick kiss on his cheek that Laura darted out of the apartment, and Nicholas was left standing by himself, confused as to what had just transpired. After a few moments, the sense of profound loneliness that he had struggled with for most of the summer once more invaded his consciousness. But it wasn't Laura, or even Kate, that his thoughts returned to. Despite his best efforts, he began to think of Emelie. He'd completely failed at getting her out of his system. And to his continued surprise, his thoughts were not centered around her nubile body. He thought more about her laughter and her smile, and the rushed way she spoke around him. He replayed the short dialogue they'd had together, after their tutoring session, and before she'd kissed him. He'd actually enjoyed his short conversation with her, for Emelie was just so sweet and playful, so unpretentious and carefree. To his shameful realization, Nicholas knew that he was starting to crave more than just her body. The Schoolgirl Ch. 04 Emelie nervously fidgeted as she waited for him in the tea room of the rehab center. To her, the facility looked a lot more like a luxurious ski resort, with its lovely colonial architecture and amenities fit for a five star hotel. Located three hours away from their home city in the heavily forested area of the surrounding mountains, Recovery Lodge featured a full service spa, an expansive list of indoor and outdoor activities, and varying forms of therapy for their resident patients. It was definitely the nicest rehab Sam had been sent to, and according to her mother, also the most expensive. Emelie hoped that Sam was finally getting the help that he needed. She loved her brother too much to lose him to his addiction. "Why are you looking so sad, peewee?" Emelie's spirits immediately brightened, and she turned around to face her brother. Unable to contain her happiness, she flung her arms around his neck and squeezed him in a tight hug. "I've missed you so much," Emelie said, finally releasing him. But just as quickly as her elation arrived, it instantly vanished once she took a good look at her brother. He'd been sent to Recovery Lodge almost a month prior after a dangerous, three day drug binge that had landed him in the hospital. When he finally came to consciousness, the doctors found evidence of multiple stimulants and hallucinogenics in his body. He'd been put on an emergency medical detox to rid his body of the harsh substances, and Emelie had been more fearful for him that she ever had. Despite their parents' insistence that she return home while they waited with Sam, Emelie had refused to leave his side while he was in the hospital. It had terrified her, but she couldn't bear to abandon her brother and best friend in the world. It had broken her heart to see him in so much pain; Sam had looked like he was in more agony that he had ever been. One moment, his skin would be ashen and white and he'd complain of cold. Ten minutes later, he'd be sweating profusely and completely red, manically certain that the hospital was an incinerator, and the nurses were kidnappers trying to burn him alive. He'd constantly scratched at his skin and had heaved almost every hour, and the shaking...his trembling was nonstop. When Emelie tried to reach out and calm him down, he'd sworn at her and yelled at her. She tried not to think much of the harsh things he'd said. She accepted that during his withdrawals, he wasn't entirely himself. It was the drugs that had called her a "stupid, vapid whore", not her beloved brother. Once the withdrawals finally subsided and he was fully conscious, Sam had looked strung out, beaten up, and haggard. But if at all possible, he looked even worse now...the exact opposite of what she expected. He was pale and even thinner than he'd been before, and there were heavy bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in weeks. His pale blond hair was too long and unkempt, and his green eyes, also the same shade as hers, were bloodshot and red-rimmed. His arms trembled as he struggled to seat himself in the chair opposite her, veins protruding dangerously, as if it were some kind of heavy exertion just to transfer his own body weight to a chair. Even his tattoos, which Emelie had previously admired for their vibrant colors and edgy designs, appeared faded and weak. "You look well, Emmy," Sam said tensely, once he stopped trembling. Emelie lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders, trying her hardest not to stare at the brother she hardly recognized. "Mom and I went to the spa this morning," Emelie replied. Sam's eyebrows rose. "She had time to go to the spa, but no time to visit me? I suppose facials and pedicures, or whatever it is you women do, is high priority," he said. He spoke humorously, but Emelie could tell that he was deeply hurt that their mother hadn't shown up. "She's...not doing well, Sam. You know how hard this is for her," Emelie said slowly. Sam shrugged his shoulders as he turned his gaze away from her and absently glanced around the room, something he only did when he was feeling uncomfortable. "I expect as much. And Dad?" he asked. Emelie lowered her head and swallowed hard. "Well...Dad is trying to take care of Mom," Emelie replied. Sam sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. With the gesture, Emelie noticed an unsettling amount of dark bruises and red scabs in the crook of his arm. When he finally looked at her again, his gaze was pained. "I'm so sorry, Emmy," Sam said softly. They stared at each other very seriously for several moments, and eventually, Sam's face split into a wide grin. This was a game they'd played when they were children, and Emelie's laughter soon followed. For almost their entire lives, most people thought that she and her brother were fraternal twins, due to their eyes and hair. They were three years apart, but by the time Emelie was twelve, she'd almost completely caught up to Sam in height. Their individual facial features were very different — Emelie's face was much more like their mother, whereas Sam's face was much more like their father. However, on occasion, they would have these staring contests, holding the same exact same facial expression. And after a few moments, both would always feel like they were staring at a gender-flipped mirror. "Is anyone taking care of you, Emmy?" he asked, once they both stopped laughing. Emelie shrugged her shoulders and offered a weak smile, not wanting the mood to darken again. "I'm doing a pretty decent job, I think. You just said I look well," Emelie joked, trying to lighten the conversation. Sam started to appear guilty again, and Emelie scrambled to change the subject. "Emmy, I'm so sorry I haven't—" "I met a guy," Emelie said quickly. Sam cocked his head to one side. "Who do I need to threaten?" Sam asked automatically. Emelie giggled and shook her head. This was the brother she recognized. "Nobody, Mom and Dad love him. His name is Jake, and he plays football at State," Emelie replied. Sam narrowed his eyes. "A guy in college, Emelie? How long have you been seeing him? How old is he?" Sam asked. "We just met last week...and I don't know, he's a sophomore so I'm guessing nineteen or twenty. He's really sweet," Emelie added. She knew it was ridiculous, considering her age of newly eighteen, but Jake suddenly seemed very...young to her. Carlisle on the other hand, who she guessed was probably around thirty, was mature and...manly. He was smart and confident, sophisticated and experienced. But of course, Carlisle had rejected her. "What's wrong? Where did I lose you?" Sam asked. Emelie shook her head and tried to banish thoughts of Carlisle before she became depressed again. "Sorry...I just got distracted," she replied apologetically. Sam eyed her cautiously for several moments, perceiving her in ways that only a close sibling could. "I've never seen you look this insecure. What's going on?" he asked. Emelie lowered her head, hoping to shield herself from his gaze as much as possible. She'd never been able to successfully hide anything from Sam. He knew her better than anyone else. She had always been able to tell her brother everything, but this was one secret she couldn't reveal. He had his recovery to focus on. The last thing he needed was to worry about her dangerous acts with her teacher...who had managed to shatter her self-esteem more than any other person ever had. "I don't know what you're talking about," Emelie replied, offering him her best smile. Sam immediately frowned, not believing her. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of a woman clearing her throat. "Mr. Woods...it's time for your four o'clock art therapy session," a nurse called by the door. Sam sighed and stood with tremors, lanky form shakily towering over her. "We'll discuss this over dinner. I know you're hiding something, Emmy. I'm still your big brother, even though I'm stuck in rehab," Sam whispered, kissing her on the top of her head. ****** ****** Nicholas gingerly slipped his coffee as he slowly pulled into the parking lot of West View Senior High early Tuesday morning. He was over-caffeinated and under-rested, entirely by choice. He'd needed to take precautions over the remainder of the holiday weekend to limit as many illicit thoughts of Emelie as possible. He'd avoided sleeping at night, favoring short naps throughout the day instead, for his dreams were plagued with dangerously erotic fantasies of Emelie. On Saturday, the last night he'd allowed himself to sleep, he'd dreamt of fucking Emelie from behind while she wore that tiny red bikini she'd teased him with. He'd woken up trembling and aching, harder and more aroused than he'd ever been in his life. And like a horny, overly sensitized teenager, he'd viscously jerked himself to expulsion, repeatedly, until he was physically too exhausted to continue to try to extinguish his desire. Nicholas nervously entered the main school building, nodding politely at the few faculty members who were already on campus. Everyone seemed normal. Pleasant. Perhaps Emelie hadn't yet told anyone about the kiss he'd forced upon her on Friday. He unlocked his office and sat down his briefcase, and logged on to his desktop with an anxious haste. He needed to know precisely how much trouble he could possibly get in for what he did on Friday, and only the school administration records could clue him in. If it turned out that Emelie was still seventeen, he'd never forgive himself for what he'd done. He pulled up his full student roster, scanning through the home addresses, emergency contact numbers, faculty advisors, and birth dates for his students. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears by the time he reached the W's, and when he finally found Emelie's name, he exhaled in relief. What he'd done was still very wrong, but at least she was a legal adult. Student: Woods, Emelie Victoria Cumulative G.P.A.: 3.21 Year: Senior Birth date: August 5 Age: 18 ****** By the time she arrived in class, Nicholas knew something was off about her. She was beautiful, as usual. Talking to her friends, as usual. But there was a sadness in her eyes that he hadn't seen before. He wondered briefly if he'd been the cause of that sadness, but he immediately shook away the thought. She was an immature girl playing a game, nothing more. There was no way she was invested in him enough to experience any kind of sadness in reaction to anything he did, or didn't do. She assumed her usual stance of hardly paying attention to his lecture, and he thought it best not to point it out...this time. He had, after all, violated her on Friday with the kiss. If she had decided not to tell anyone about it, then he would turn a blind eye to her texting in class. When class ended, the students turned in paper copies of their essays to his desk, and Nicholas gathered his materials without thinking much of it. But when the door to the classroom closed, he knew instantly he wasn't alone. His highly reactive body could detect the nearness of the object of his arousal. He tried not to look at her as he heard her approaching his desk, dropping her essay on the pile. There was a prolonged silence between them as Nicholas scrambled to figure out what to say to her. Should he apologize? "So I'll see you after school?" Emelie said suddenly. Nicholas frowned, still struggling to speak. "For tutoring. Tuesdays and Fridays, right?" she clarified. Nicholas finally looked up at her, immediately feeling his heart lurch at the sadness in her eyes. He wanted to comfort her, to ask her what was bothering her, but he'd already crossed a line with her that should have never been crossed, under any circumstances. He was lucky that she had chosen not to tell anyone, yet, and he didn't want to push his fortune. He was her teacher, and she was his student. Their contact needed to be strictly professional. And also...he didn't want to push his limits. If he was completely alone with her, he didn't know if he'd be able to control himself. She was wearing her tiny school uniform with a pair of navy blue thigh high socks and loafers with small heels. She was the perfect image of a naughty schoolgirl. At least in a room full of students, with a lesson plan in front of him and a job to do, Nicholas could distract himself long enough to temporarily suspend his lustful thoughts of Emelie. But now that he'd had a glimpse, and brief feel, of the well formed body beneath her uniform, Nicholas knew it would be impossible for him to keep his hands off of her for long if they were alone. With a heavy sigh, Nicholas lowered his head. "I'm not sure if you've ever met Mrs. O'Neill...she teaches the A.P. Studio Art class downstairs...in room 202A. She has a lot of experience in art history, and I know she'd be a valuable resource, if you still feel you need extra help," Nicholas said. He heard her sharp intake of breath, and Nicholas was immediately overwhelmed with guilt. But he had to do the right thing. "But...what if I want you to help me?" Emelie asked softly, stepping closer to him. Nicholas took a step away from her and shook his head. "Emelie...no. That can't happen," he said firmly. He glanced up at her when she didn't reply, and Nicholas felt his heart lurch in powerful guilt. He could tell she was trying to appear cold, or perhaps angry, but it was entirely superficial. Her expressive eyes revealed a powerful sense of despair he had a feeling went far beyond what he'd said to her. She almost looked like she was pleading for something. This was definitely not the normal, happy, carefree girl he'd come to expect. Something had happened to her over the long weekend...something bad. And he was only making things worse for her by rejecting her. Perhaps he could find a way to offer her some comfort... "Emelie—" "Fine. Whatever," she said curtly. He fought the urge to reach out to her as she turned on her heel and briskly left the classroom, slamming the door shut. ****** "Mom, can I borrow your silver Judith Leiber tonight? Please please please?" Emelie called. "Of course, sweetheart. But if you bring it back with a single crystal missing, you'll be grounded for a month," her mother replied from the other room. Emelie laughed. She'd certainly gotten in trouble before, but neither of her parents had ever been able to ground her. She turned her attention back to the mirror, and watched as her trusted hair stylist Kim finished placing big, sexy curls in her hair. "So are we going with your signature tonight? Down with a natural side part? Or do you want to try something different?" Kim asked. "Definitely different. I want to wear it up," Emelie answered quickly. She was still recovering from the sting of Carlisle's rejection earlier that week, and she was more determined than ever to look her absolute best. She knew it was immature, but she didn't care. She had every intention of doing everything in her power to make sure Carlisle regretted rejecting her. Emelie had restricted her eating that week, and had extended her workouts after cheer practice, so that she would perfectly fit into her homecoming gown. Her entire body was sore, and she was painfully hungry, but at least she would fit into the dress she'd purchased a size smaller than she normally wore. After Kim styled her hair in a pretty twist at the top of her head with loose curls, Emelie finished applying her makeup. She decided on a deep red lipstick to match her red gown, and applied a black catlike eyeliner on her eyelids. She squeezed into her gown and glanced at herself in her full-length mirror, delighted with the fit. It was made of a luxurious red silk that flowed and cascaded in a way reminiscent of the images of Greek goddesses she'd been studying in Carlisle's class. It was strapless, backless, and very low cut, with a slit that traveled all the way up her thigh, completely exposing her left leg. With each movement, the dress flowed around her like gentle sea waves. She pulled on a strappy pair of silver stiletto sandals, and put on a platinum bracelet and matching choker and chandelier earrings. Just as she was applying a final spritz of perfume, the doorbell rang. With a confident breath, Emelie headed downstairs to meet her handsome escort for the evening. ****** True to his promise, Jake proved to be a very experienced and gentlemanly date. He'd worn a black suit that fit his large, muscular, football player's body very well. He'd presented her with a beautiful red rose corsage, and had hired a luxury car service to drive them that evening. He'd even taken her to dinner at a very exclusive lakeside steakhouse, Delmonico's. Unfortunately for Emelie, she couldn't actually eat anything without running the risk of bursting out of her dress, so she dejectedly settled for a light salad, and tried not to appear as disappointed with her food as she felt. But by the time they reached the dance, Emelie's hunger was temporarily forgotten and she felt once more like a goddess. She proudly leaned into Jake as they walked into the school gym, which had been transformed into a beautiful, elegant ballroom reminiscent of the golden age, true to the theme of the dance: Old Hollywood. As she stood in the archway and handed Jake the tickets, she could feel a powerful set of eyes on her. Emelie found Carlisle staring at her, with a threatening scowl on his face. For a second, she was breathless. She'd thought Jake would certainly be the hottest guy at the dance, but Carlisle...he was an entirely separate level of handsome. And she certainly wasn't the only girl to notice. Several female students, and almost the entire female faculty, was staring at Carlisle. He was wearing a tailored black tuxedo with a black bowtie, and it didn't look like something that could be rented, or even easily purchased. It fit him impossibly well. Was it...designer? She wondered briefly how Carlisle could have gotten a tuxedo like that, but the thought was fleeting once she allowed herself to really appreciate how expertly it fit his body. Jake suddenly seemed awkward and burly in comparison to her seductive teacher. Carlisle looked like he may have gotten a fresh haircut, for his masculine face seemed even more striking to her. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and his pale blue eyes were piercing even from his distance. Just with a change of clothing, it seemed that Carlisle had gone from Clark Kent to James Bond. Emelie shook her head and looked away from him, remembering her purpose. She would not be that insecure girl she was on Tuesday, even though she still felt that way internally. She knew he probably didn't even care, but for her own pride...Emelie needed to show Carlisle that he had made a mistake by rejecting her. Without a further glance to Carlisle, Emelie smiled wide and leaned into Jake as the photographer took their entrance photo. ****** After over three hours of continuous dancing, Emelie was in desperate need of rest. She felt lightheaded and dizzy, likely due to the lack of nutrition and heavy exertion of the last four days. Emelie resolved to order the largest pizza she could find as soon as she was alone. "You look so hot in that dress, Emelie," Jake whispered in her ear as they approached her friends, outside on the football field. Emelie smiled up at Jake and slightly curved her body, to give him a better view. "I wore it for you. I hoped you'd like it," Emelie replied. "I can't wait to get you alone and take it off of you," Jake whispered back. The Schoolgirl Ch. 04 Emelie felt her body clench in nervous anticipation. It was what she wanted, she was certain. Losing her virginity on homecoming night with a hot guy sounded perfect. Cliché, but perfect. But for some reason, the thought of sleeping with Jake didn't fill her with as much excitement as it should have. Instead, she almost felt fearful. "Hurry up! What took you guys so long?" Georgina demanded, throwing her head and arms with an uncharacteristic wildness. Emelie was suddenly filled with alarm when she noticed the bottle of tequila in her hand. "Georgie who brought that?" Emelie asked nervously. She thought the plan had just been to hang out on the football field. She had no idea that one of her friends had managed to sneak in alcohol. "Relax, no one has seen us. Hey man," Brandon, Shelby's date, said, turning to Jake. Emelie frowned in confusion at their familiarity, but then she remembered that they both went to State. Emelie wasn't especially fond of Brandon, but she didn't want to risk offending Shelby. Tessa already appeared to be very drunk, and her date Drew was holding her up against his chest. "Omigod Emmy you never drink. You need to chill and take a shot! It's homecoming night!" Tessa slurred messily. Drew appeared red-faced and uncomfortable, but he remained silent. Emelie glanced at Shelby, hoping for support, but it seemed like Shelby was also already wasted. She began suddenly wishing that she could tell her best friend why alcohol bothered her so much, but she'd promised to keep Sam's secret for her mother. Suddenly, she felt Jake's large hands on her bare shoulders. "Come on, babe. It'll loosen you up for later...you're going to need it," Jake teased. She had a feeling he meant to sound sexy, but instead, his voice was beginning to make her uncomfortable. But then she thought about Carlisle, and Emelie couldn't reach for the tequila fast enough. She took one, two, and three shots back to back, with the booming support of her friends and their dates. And pretty soon, Carlisle wasn't even a thought. ****** Emelie leaned against Jake as he lead them back to the parking lot, feeling as if the world were spinning. She was grateful that the dance had ended and the faculty was gone. Otherwise, she would have gotten in major trouble for getting drunk on campus. "Where's the driver?" Emelie slurred. She struggled to stand in her heels, and she didn't protest when Jake pushed her up against a wall. In fact, she actually felt relieved that she could lean against something. "He's on his way. But for now...you're all mine, Emmy," Jake whispered, leaning close to her. He put his large arms on either side of her, completely trapping her. She felt his gaze slip below her neck and linger on her breasts, and then travel lower. She'd been confident all evening, but she was suddenly filled with alarm and insecurity. She couldn't figure out why Jake, the sexy college football player, now seemed like some kind of hulking ogre. She yelped when Jake suddenly reached behind her, and squeezed her buttocks in his hands. He pressed against her harder, crushing her against the wall. "Jake, we should wait until—" "I've been waiting for this for weeks Emelie," Jake groaned. Immediately, he pressed his lips against hers, and began wildly caressing her tongue with his. His hands seemed to travel everywhere, and he was far less restrained than when they'd made out in her backyard last weekend. Jake was far more forceful, far more aggressive. And he was making her fearful. "Jake, stop, come on...I don't want to do this here," Emelie complained, pushing against him with all of the strength she could muster in her drunkenness. Her head was spinning and she felt like she would throw up soon. Multiple shots of tequila on an empty stomach certainly wasn't her brightest idea. She saw Jake reach into his pocket and pop a mint into his mouth before he began kissing her again. Emelie thought the act was odd; his breath was the least offensive thing about him at the moment. But then Emelie felt his tongue against hers with the tiny object he'd just added, and Emelie realized, quite fearfully, that it wasn't a mint. It was some kind of pill. She tried to squirm away from him, to dislodge her mouth, but Jake locked his hands around her face to keep her still as he pushed his tongue further into her mouth, and the pill with it. She felt like she was about to suffocate, and before she realized what had happened, Emelie had swallowed the pill. Angrily, Emelie forcefully shoved him. "What the hell, Jake? What is that?" Emelie demanded. Jake appeared taken aback and offended, and Emelie stomped away from him, not impressed. Ungracefully, she tripped in her heels and nearly fell on the ground before Jake caught her arms. "It's just something to help you loosen up. You've been tense all night. I've got more back at my place. My housemate has an exclusive supply, this stuff is awesome, really fast acting," Jake offered, moving his hands further up her body. "Don't touch me Jake," Emelie mumbled angrily. She forcefully slapped his hands away from her, hard enough to cause Jake to step back. She'd never been drunk before. Emelie's party drinking had always been limited to one, maybe two beers at most. And she never drank hard alcohol. But Emelie had lost count of the number of shots she took on the football field. First it was tequila, but then someone had brought out a bottle of vodka, and then all was lost in a sea of cheers, laughter, and group photos. With each sip, she felt less and less bothered by the fact that a man she was very attracted to had decided he didn't want her. With each shot, Emelie felt her confidence return. But now, Emelie was too drunk, and her false sense of confidence was overshadowed by her fury with Jake. He appeared to be debating whether or not he should approach her, and in her drunk mind, Emelie dared him to. There was a drunk brawler within her that was more than ready to unleash her rage. How dare he try to take her virginity in a parking lot. She deserved better than that. How dare he force a pill in her mouth... The pill! Emelie had temporarily forgotten about it as she angrily stewed. How long had it been since she'd swallowed it? She wasn't sure. Emelie began to panic then. She'd never, ever done drugs before, and she was absolutely terrified of what he had given her. Was it a roofie? Would she lose consciousness? She knew she needed to do something...throw up maybe? There was no way she could make herself vomit and wear her too-small dress at the same time, and she had no interest in stripping in front of Jake in the school parking lot. Perhaps she should drink water? But maybe that would make it worse. She'd heard of people dying of over-hydration after taking certain drugs. "Let go of me!" Emelie said angrily once Jake reached for her again. His grip was firm and unrelenting on her waist, and she fought and kicked him as much as she could. But she felt drunk, dizzy, weak, hungry...and suddenly...something else. "Oh my god," Emelie murmured, feeling as if her senses were suddenly electrified. Jake suddenly appeared larger to her, and she felt even smaller. Was he growing in front of her? Was she shrinking? The walls of the parking lot started moving as well, concrete stretching and curving around her in a frightening cave that made her feel claustrophobic. She began to perspire, and Emelie felt like she could count each drop on her skin, the sweat felt so sharp. Emelie groaned and lowered her eyes fearfully. "That's it, babe...you're rolling. Just enjoy it," Jake encouraged. "Please go away," she could hear herself say, but it sounded like her voice was miles away. She brought her hands over her head as Jake continued to surround her and push her against the wall. She felt his large hands traveling beneath her dress, bunching it around her waist. A powerful frost traveled up her legs...was it suddenly snowing? She looked down and saw Jake's fingers twisting in her panties, and she wanted to scream when she realized he had four hands. Or maybe she was seeing double? She certainly hoped that it was just the pill he'd given her, and that she wasn't going crazy. Emelie enjoyed a sick form of relief from the frightening sight when her vision began to blur as a flood of tears traveled down her face. "Get off of her! Now!" A booming, threatening voice suddenly echoed throughout the empty parking lot, but Emelie was only filled with a sense of relief. It was a voice she recognized. "Who the fuck are you?" Jake demanded. Jake was suddenly yanked off of her, and Emelie fell to the ground at the sudden force. She saw Carlisle holding onto Jake's shirt collar, and even though he wasn't as large and burly as Jake, he was definitely the stronger and fiercer of the two. She strained to hear what Carlisle was saying, but she was too afraid to move closer while the walls were still growing. Carlisle looked furious and fearsome, and he leaned into Jake and whispered something harsh. Jake suddenly paled, and he briefly glanced back at Emelie before he took off running in the opposite direction. Carlisle took several deep breaths before he began walking towards her, and Emelie was suddenly filled with a warm, delicious gooey feeling in her chest, like hot fudge on a sundae. Carlisle had saved her, and he looked more handsome than ever to her. "Emelie? Are you okay? Can you stand?" she heard Carlisle ask. He was kneeling in front of her, and Emelie wondered how he'd managed to get to her so quickly. She could do more than stand. She was going to thank the handsome knight who had saved her. Emelie determinedly stood on her feet and fixed her dress. Carlisle stood as well, keeping his arms at a safe distance. Was he afraid to touch her? "How are you feeling Emelie?" Carlisle asked softly. His brow was wrinkled, and he looked so worried about her. His voice was filled with so much concern. Emelie found that sweet, and surprisingly...sexy. The warm feeling in her chest spread throughout her entire body. She could feel it in her fingers and her toes, and she knew she felt it only for him. Emelie smiled up at him and leaned forward, before collapsing in his arms. ****** ****** "Come on, Emelie, you can't stay there all night. Please come down?" Nicholas pleaded. She was sitting on top of his dining room table with her gown pooled around her body. He'd tried simply putting her in a chair, but Emelie had insisted that she was a princess and he was her rescuing prince. And because she was a princess, she needed to sit on a throne. When Nicholas explained to her that he didn't have one, she decided that the dining room table would have to suffice. With her loose hair and elegant makeup and jewelry, she really did make quite a graceful, regal image. Of course, with the exception of the goofy grin on her face. One thing was for certain...Emelie was high out of her mind. After she'd collapsed in his arms at the high school, Nicholas knew he had two choices. He could take her home, or he could take her home. Leaving her with her irresponsible friends and even more irresponsible date was simply out of the question. The selfish, impulsive part of him wanted to keep her close, and keep her safe, so he'd brought her back to his apartment. He'd deal with the consequences later. He kept an eye on her cell phone to see if there were any calls or messages from "Parents", or any other similar contact, but thankfully, her phone was largely silent. Hopefully, that meant no one was expecting her home tonight. He'd kept an eye on her at the dance, growing increasingly worried by the way her date was staring at her. Specifically, staring at her body. Emelie's dress revealed far more than it covered, offering up her body on a platter of couture. It was obvious from her entrance that Emelie was wearing something straight off of a runway, and as she posed for photos, she looked like a supermodel. Everyone's eyes were on her at one point or another, but her date's eyes seemed particularly dangerous. She and her date had disappeared towards the end of the dance, along with the group of girls she always hung out with. Nicholas had been frantic with worry, and the stupid dance couldn't end fast enough. Unfortunately, he was chained by chaperoning duties, but he wanted nothing more than to find her and make sure she was safe. Once he found her in the parking lot, being violated by her date, Nicholas had been filled with rage... Nicholas shook away the anger. He'd dealt with that boy, and had threatened him severely. Now, his priority was making sure Emelie stayed healthy. The boy had revealed that Emelie and the other girls had been taking shots on the football field, and that he'd also given her a form of ecstasy. This was a rookie mistake. Nicholas knew, based on experience, that mixing alcohol and ecstasy was especially dangerous. The alcohol amplified the effects of the drug, exaggerating its efficacy. And it seemed like whatever ecstasy the boy had given Emelie was far more potent than what he'd experimented with during his younger years. "But I like it here, Prince Carlisle," Emelie replied with heavy giggles, answering his earlier question. She pouted prettily and gazed at him seductively, slightly running her fingers along her exposed leg. Nicholas cleared his throat and tried to quell his physical reaction to her allure. "We need to soak up the alcohol and whatever it is your date gave to you. You need to eat something. Vegetable soup?" Nicholas offered. She wrinkled her adorable nose in disgust. "Okay, what do you want then?" he pressed. Emelie suddenly looked thoughtful, and she smiled up at him prettily, slightly nibbling her lower lip. Then she extended her tongue, and licked her lips. He knew he was a dead man. She was about to ask him for something, and there was no way he could refuse when she was looking at him like that. Even when heavily intoxicated, Emelie was enchanting. "Can we order a pizza?" Emelie asked softly. Nicholas couldn't help but laugh at her odd request. "If that's what you want. What kind do you like?" Nicholas asked. It was getting late, and only the cheap delivery places would be open. He hoped the princess sitting on the dining room table throne wouldn't demand something difficult with ingredients that could only be found in a specialty store, like beluga and truffles. Emelie's eyes brightened and she spoke in a hurried rush that made Nicholas wonder if she was entering the "hyper" phase of her high. "Extra large meat lovers', with extra sausage, extra pepperoni, extra cheese, with green peppers, banana peppers, tomatoes, black olives, no garlic, omigod I hate garlic, oh and can you ask them to add that spicy sauce that they put on hot wings? Oh, and can you ask them to add like twenty packs of ranch on the side? Oh, can we get it deep dish style? Also, do you have any parmesan? Not the crappy canned stuff but freshly shaved..." ****** "Emelie, slow down, you're going to make yourself sick," Nicholas scolded. Emelie ignored him and reached for her third slice of pizza, which she devoured with carefree abandon. It fascinated him how a girl so slender and fit could manage to eat so much, so quickly. Physically, it seemed impossible. He had no idea where all of that food could go on her. Then again, maybe she was eating so much because she was starving. She'd changed out of her homecoming gown and into his white dress shirt from that night, and her body was slightly outlined. He wasn't certain, but she appeared thinner than she normally was, like maybe she'd just lost five or ten pounds, too quickly. She finished her slice and sucked her greased fingers with a delighted moan and blissful expression that caused his cock to stir. The sight reminded him of the absurd fast food commercials with hot models in bikinis devouring burgers in front of sports cars, however, it was far more authentic and appealing. In her hunger, Emelie was a full bodied eater, obliviously sensual. Never before had such a random act struck him as attractive. "It tastes like heaven and rainbows. Want a slice?" Emelie asked, slightly pushing the pizza box in his direction. Nicholas shook his head. Emelie's chosen pizza was an overwhelming amalgam of ingredients that didn't quite make sense. Surely, the base of this pizza was meat lovers', but will all of the extras...Emelie had managed to turn it into something unrecognizable, and a little intimidating. "I already ate. You enjoy," Nicholas replied. The drug Emelie was on had definitely taken her for a hyper turn, for once she finished eating, she began speaking a hundred miles a minute. It was all he could do to try to hold on long enough to gauge what topic she was on, before she abruptly changed her focus to something else. She talked about fashion, and then she talked about the current state of the Middle East. She talked about pop music, and then she talked about environmental issues and solutions she'd read about. She talked about food, and then, shockingly, she made a solid argument for Hellenistic sculpture as an example of proto-feminism. It seemed that Emelie read, a lot, and actually had been paying attention to his lectures. He felt privately ashamed of how...surprised he was by her latter thoughts. Even high, Emelie proved to be extremely insightful. He'd never thought of her as stupid, by any means, but this was the first time he'd ever heard her talk about such topics, and with such command. He wondered if the drug and the alcohol had simply given her confidence she'd never before had in her intelligence. Was she so used to being only beautiful that she didn't think she could be smart too? Suddenly, Emelie went silent, and she looked around the living room, seemingly in confusion. She then looked down at herself, and appeared to take serious fascination in the movement of her hands. Emelie the hyper-pundit, it seemed, was gone. "Would you...mind if I used your restroom?" Emelie said, a bit more slowly. Nicholas hoped that meant the drug was beginning to wear off. "Sure, right this way," Nicholas mentioned, showing her down the hall. ****** Nicholas went to the guest bedroom, figuring he should at least prepare a comfortable place for Emelie to sleep...as far away from him as possible. He turned down the sheets and comforter, and removed the decorator pillows. The room faced east and the windows were large, so he decided to close some of the curtains, so that the sun wouldn't worsen what was already guaranteed to be a rough morning for Emelie. He turned back to the bed, and was surprised to find that Emelie had crept into the room, undetected. And Nicholas was instantly hard. She crawled into the bed and pulled the blankets up to her hips, sitting up on her elbows. She stared at him with a seductive, hungry look in her eyes. Almost as if she were expecting something, waiting for something. She was wearing a large white t-shirt he'd given her, and her wet hair was dripping all over the shirt, making it see-through around her breasts. "H-how are you feeling, Emelie?" Nicholas asked after clearing his throat. Emelie smiled a wicked smile, and her eyes lowered to survey his body. She paused on his groin, and Nicholas knew it was too late to attempt to hide his erection from her. Emelie licked her lips and looked up at him again. "Mr. Carlisle...do you want to come to bed with me?" Emelie asked seductively. Nicholas clenched his jaw and his fists to keep from taking her up on her intoxicated offer. No, he would not allow his arousal to dictate his actions. Bringing Emelie here was bad enough. He would not take advantage of her too. The Schoolgirl Ch. 04 "Please, Mr. Carlisle?" Emelie said again. Emelie fully reclined on her back, and from beneath the blankets, she opened her legs and bent her knees, keeping her gaze locked on his. Nicholas was frozen where he stood as Emelie slightly pushed up the shirt with one hand, and teased the skin of her toned stomach with the other. That wandering hand disappeared beneath the blankets. And after a few seconds, Emelie suddenly gasped and sharply arched her back. Nicholas felt his mouth fall open. Emelie was touching herself right in front of him. So much blood was flowing to his cock that Nicholas began feeling lightheaded. He was wholly fixated on the movement of her hand beneath the blankets. Emelie squirmed and delicately writhed on the bed as she rubbed her pussy, keeping her gaze on him invitingly. Her nipples were hard and pressing against the wet t-shirt, and Nicholas licked his lips hungrily. With each arch of her hips, each whimper from her lips, Nicholas felt himself subconsciously moving towards her. Before he realized it, he was kneeling on the bench at the foot of the bed, completely hypnotized by the erotic tease show in front of him. "Mr. Carlisle...won't you join me? I'm so wet," Emelie purred. It terrified him, just how badly he wanted to ignore his conscience and join her. He found himself considering the consequences. Maybe she did really desire him? She'd kissed him first last week, hadn't she? Emelie removed her hand from between her legs and sat up on her knees, and began crawling towards him like a lioness closing in on prey. Nicholas was helpless where he sat. The fingers that had been between her legs were glistening with her moisture, and his throat began to gnaw in desperation. He began wishing she'd put those fingers in his mouth, so that he could taste her wetness. He wanted to lick her pussy until she was so overwhelmed with pleasure she was begging him to stop. And after that, he wanted to fuck her. Hard. But as much as he desired her, as alluring as she was, he could not bring himself to violate her. Not only was she his student, but she was heavily inebriated. He'd never forgive himself if he took advantage of her while she was like this. Reluctantly, Nicholas began to turn away from her. "Emelie...I'm going to go and sleep in the other room now," Nicholas said slowly. Emelie stilled for several moments, but then, she lunged forward and straddled him. "Oh...fuck," Nicholas groaned as the determined girl reached between their bodies, brought her hand down to his hips, and squeezed his erection in her palm. "Oh my God...Mr. Carlisle you're huge!" Emelie exclaimed. She looked wild and frenzied with her dilated pupils, and she began stroking his cock through his slacks, eliciting deep groans from his body. Nicholas bit his inner cheek so hard it drew blood, in a vain attempt to distract himself from the pleasure of her hand on his cock. His hands were shaking, his fists clenching erratically. She was sitting on his lap with her hand on his cock, stroking him to madness. Her breasts were pressed flat against his chest and she began rubbing herself against him. "Emelie, please I'm begging you...you're really torturing me here," Nicholas pleaded. He sounded desperate and weak, but he didn't care. He was losing the will to resist her body. He needed her, somewhere in her inebriation, to give him the strength he needed to do the right thing. Emelie removed her hand and looked at him sheepishly. "Is it because I ate too much?" Emelie asked bashfully. Nicholas frowned, not quite certain he'd heard her correctly. Was she serious? "God, no...Emelie...it's because you're very drunk, and very high, and you need to get some sleep," Nicholas answered tensely. Emelie mulled over his words for several moments, still sitting in his lap. Wordlessly, almost as if she'd just been reprimanded, she crawled off of him and back onto the bed, beneath the sheets. Nicholas was overwhelmed with a combination of relief and disappointment. He stood from the bench and began walking towards the door as Emelie started to fall asleep. But before he could exit, he heard her call his name. "Yes, Emelie?" She smiled at him gently, with sleepy eyes. "Thank you. For everything," she said.