Forbidden Love

“I’m 18 now,” she said in such a seductive way that the average man would have swept her up, yet I remained calm. “I’m well aware of that” I tried to sound nonchalant, but I began to worry that she would notice. I tried to focus on my computer, but she made it hard. “I still can not believe that I graduated high school.” She had a wide grin on her face as she continued to say, “I feel free from the constraining rules of my parents. I’m finally free to do whatever or whoever I feel like doing.” When she said this, I couldn’t help but look at her. Our eyes locked, and I saw the lustful look in her eyes. In my failed attempt at remaining, ‘normal’ I tried to say something, but I started stuttering. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue.” She said this with a smirk. Before I could say anything, she was in my lap. “What are you doing?! Do you want me to get fired? For heaven’s sake, we’re in my classroom. Someone could see, and it’ll raise suspicions. My former student sitting in my lap looks sketchy.” She climbed off my lap and walked to the door. I thought she would leave; I was both relieved and upset by the thought of her leaving. But she caught me off guard; she gently closed the door and locked it. I have something covering the window on the door in case of a school shooting.”There now, we won’t be interrupted.” At that moment, my pulse shot up as well as my anxiety. Each step she took, the more I noticed how stunning her body was. A giggle escaped from her mouth. “Do you like what you see?” She preceded to get back into my lap. “Why not do what we’ve wanted to do for years.“ Before I could say anything, she cut me off. “Before I graduated, I saw how you looked at me.” My throat suddenly became dry, and I couldn’t think of anything to say. I was close to my breaking point; everything in me wanted to throw her onto my desk and give in to her desires. But I didn’t plan on giving in. I wanted to see how long either of us could restrain ourselves. I wanted to see if she would beg for it. I leaned into her, putting my mouth close to her ear, and whispered. “Tu es Magnifique.” I looked and saw she had goosebumps on her neck. She leaned away and gave me a confused yet curious look. “What did you just say to me?” Now it was my turn to laugh. “Now we both know what I just said. But if I must refresh your memory on French, I said you’re stunning.” With that, she had a big grin across her face. We both knew she hadn’t forgotten French, but I knew she wanted me to say that in English.”You just love it when I speak in French” I could feel her place her head against my neck. I could tell her body had been aching for mine, she knew what she wanted, and I knew that very well. But I was able to refrain from giving in to her hormonal hunger. “Well, the door is locked now, so I don’t think anyone is going to interrupt us.” She leaned in to kiss my neck, but I stopped her. “Wait, are we thinking about doing the same thing? Oh my God, I am so embarrassed!” I could see the panic in her eyes.“If you’re thinking about having s*x with me, then yes, we are thinking about the same thing.” Hearing that, the tension left her body. “So why not do what we both are dying to do?” She said. “That’s too easy” A bead of sweat started to form. I was more than ready to give in. I could tell Amber was starving her body, and I could give her a feast like no other. “I could give your body unimaginable pleasure, but I would rather arouse your mind. See, touching your body is something that any man can and would do. I’m not the same. I want to penetrate you beyond bodily contact can do.“ The words rolled off my tongue and onto her like silk. I piqued her mind, and she was enjoying it. “What do you mean by this? Does my body not attract you?” She sounded offended, and the guilt hit me like a bus. “It does, but I rather instead seduce your mind before your body. Although, I can tell you’re already aroused. But the pleasure that I can deliver to your mind is better than the body. When the mind and body are equally turned on, you’re able to anticipate it. Thus, amplifying the pleasure even more, I want to know the inside of you before I’m inside of you. “ That changed the mood. She was still trying to seduce me, but she was now intrigued by me. “Well, Mr. Teacher, if that’s the case, teach me something new.” On the inside, I knew that I could teach her a thousand new things that nobody her age had ever taught her. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in and kissed her, and that kiss started a fire in both of us. I could feel her hands searching my body, but I had to put the fire out before it got out of control. She looked at me with her head slightly tilted. “Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?” I couldn’t tell if she was actually confused or just playing with me. “No, you did nothing wrong. It’s just that this isn’t the place to be doing this. It would be rushed if we were to have s*x on my desk, and I don’t like to be rushed. Please come to my studio apartment later this evening. That way, I can take my time exploring every inch of your body.” My voice was barely above a whisper, and I saw the goosebumps that started to form. I gently placed my hand on the inside of her thigh; as soon as I did that, she jumped a little. “Haha, very funny” she playfully rolled her eyes when she said that. I removed her from my lap and packed my things into my work bag. She stood there quietly, just waiting for me to say something. She grabbed a pen and a post-it note and quickly wrote her number. “Here” She passed me the letter. “Let me know what time and the address,” she said as she was walking away. “Oh, I have a quick question” At this point, I had everything packed away. I was just waiting for my body to relax so I could walk without an erection. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her standing there like she was waiting for me to make eye contact. ”Yes?” I tried to sound nonchalant, but deep down, I was dying for time to go by faster. I couldn’t stop myself from imagining the feeling of our bodies pressed against each other. It has been a while since I have had any action in my bedroom, aside from sleeping. She walked back over to me and said, “Do you want me to bring some food? Depending on the time, it might be late, and I sometimes know after s*x I’m hungry.” This time I surprised both of us, “No need to bring extra food, I’m already looking at my dinner tonight.” While saying that, I allowed my eyes to travel down her body until I reached her private area. Her cheeks became bright red, and all she could do was say a quick “see ya later” before practically running out. Sometimes I forget that people referred to me as a “silver tongue devil.” I didn’t like being called a devil. It is not my fault that I happen to be skilled in the bedroom. I grabbed my keys and briefcase and started making my way out. On the drive to my apartment, I couldn’t believe that it would happen. I’m stunned that I’m allowing myself to be involved with one of my former students like this. I couldn’t help questioning myself, was this worth risking my career? Would people think I was a pedophile? My mind was flooded with thoughts like that, which made the drive go by faster. As soon as I walked through the door, I hurried off to the shower. But before I went into the bathroom, I sent her a quick text. “ Here’s my address; you may come as soon as you’re ready.” I hit send, took a quick shower, and made sure everything was clean. I always enjoyed perfectly neat things, but I’m unsure why it’s even more critical now. I started to get nervous when I didn’t hear anything from her, but my blood ran cold when I heard someone knock on my door. I looked through my peephole and saw her standing there looking nervous. I opened the door, and she whispered a simple “Hi.” I didn’t say anything. Instead, I closed and locked the door, leaned down, and kissed her. That kiss sent off fireworks in both of our bodies, and it would be an understatement to say there wasn’t any passion. I’m used to dealing with submissive females, and she’s used to dealing with submissive males. Two dominant people don’t seem like it would work. One of them would have to submit. I never submit, especially in the bedroom, and I can tell it’s the same for her. I mumbled under my breath, “let the games begin.” She let out a faint giggle as if she accepted the challenge. This isn’t going to be the last time we do this; I could tell that for a fact. Part II My mind was struggling to process what had just happened. I had s*x with my former English teacher. I couldn’t lie to myself and say that the idea of having s*x with him only crossed my mind once or twice. I remember hearing the female teachers talk about him like he was some greek god. I never paid attention to his body. His eyes always caught my attention; he had piercing blue eyes that could make hell freeze, and they highlighted his chiseled jawline. I continued to lay there thinking until I felt him pull me into his arms. I tensed up, but waves of relaxation flooded over me. I finally noticed that he had soft skin despite his arms and chest hair. I decided to look at him, and he looked so peaceful. “I see someone is finally awake.” He said while keeping his eyes closed. It seemed so sweet and kind. He wasn’t the same person I occasionally hated. Which was odd; I had never imagined I would ever see a gentle side of him. It’s hard to believe this is the same teacher who didn’t bat an eyelash when we found out someone killed themself on campus. He always had a hard exterior around himself and his emotions. So why did I feel so safe in his arms? “Amber, I have to tell you something. Please do not take it the wrong way.” He didn’t try to hide the fact that he was uneasy. Suddenly I felt all the color drain from my face, and my heart did a nose dive into my ass. My mind started racing, going through every possible scenario I could think of, but none of them made sense. When I opened my mouth to speak, he cut me off. “f**k I don’t know how to say this, but I think your lace front is lifting.” “Are you serious right now? I honestly thought you were going to tell me to leave.” I said that without thinking, and I instantly regretted it. A look of shock, hurt, and anger came across his face. “For your information Amber, I’m not that type of guy. I don’t treat women like they’re merely s****l objects.” He sounded offended, and he had every right to. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry, Mr. Lockheart” I thought he would tell me to leave, but instead, he told me my wig was sliding off. “Oh, um, I’m sorry, I know this may seem weird to you.” I tried not to talk too fast, but I can’t help it whenever I’m nervous. “It isn’t weird to me. Also, you don’t have to call me Mr. Lockheart, especially since we just had s*x. Please call me James; it makes it less awkward. ” he tried to reassure me as much as he could, but I had a feeling he might be lying. “You’re not the first black girl I’ve had s*x with. Hell, some of my ex-girlfriends are black.” He said it so plainly like it was common knowledge. That’s when I started to notice that my head was on the only silk pillowcase and the other ones were cotton. I began to feel embarrassed at my assumption. But it warmed my heart knowing that he understands that cotton pillowcases can damage curly hair. He took the time to understand African-American hair. I didn’t know what to say, so I moved my body closer to him and held his arm. It felt weird. There were marks under his tattoos. They felt like the little speed bumps that are around parking lots. I felt him shift awkwardly, but I stayed still. The tension in the air became so thick it was borderline suffocating. Time seemed to stop, and I started to have flashbacks of that night. I was only 9 when I saw her, lying in a pool of her blood. It scared me so much I ended up wetting my pants. I started yelling for my mom to come quickly in French, “Maman! Maman viens vite!” I’m not sure how long it took my mom to get to the kitchen. But when she got there, I had never heard her scream like that before. My sister wasn’t moving; she had a distant look in her eyes, and her mouth hung slightly open. The ambulance came, but she was already gone. The following weeks the house was filled with the sound of sobbing and mourning. She seemed so happy. Her sixteenth birthday was last Wednesday. Our parents got her a car, but that’s useless since she wasn’t with us anymore. About three months later, everything had changed. The once happily married couple, my parents had forgotten who they were. My mom avoided dealing with her emotions by drowning herself in work. She even went back to college and got her master’s degree. But my dad decided he would numb himself with drugs and alcohol. That only added fuel to the fire that I was too young to notice. They went from fighting behind closed doors to right in front of me. All my mom wanted was for my dad to get sober and off drugs, and she was so excited when he finally was sober for longer than a year and was back working. But everything has to come to an end, and that includes my mother. She had become so consumed with work and continuing her education that she wasn’t sleeping or eating. When she was on her way to work, she fell asleep behind the wheel and hit an 18 wheeler head-on. Since then, my dad and I haven’t been the same. “Amber? Amber, can you hear me? It’s me, James. Are you okay?” James’s voice was flooded with a sense of concern, and for once, his usual icy blue eyes were like clear pools of freshwater. He had cupped my face in his hands, and I noticed that I was crying. I couldn’t get any words out, so I just buried myself in his chest and just cried. At that moment, I wasn’t the confident 18-year old I am. I was the 9-year old that I had locked away from everyone. I was finally letting out everything I had been holding onto for nine years. I had faked being strong for so long, but now I had become vulnerable to him. My sobbing was shaking my body, but I couldn’t stop myself. James didn’t stop holding me. He held me tighter and let me get all the tears out of my system. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but I finally managed to stop crying. “Thank you for letting me cry,” I whispered to him, and I felt him slightly nod his head. “When I felt your scars, I knew exactly what they were. My older sister used to do the same thing. My mom would take her to the hospital to get stitches, and she would be back by morning. Until April 7th, 2015, that’s when I found her.” My voice cracked, and I tried to hide it, but the pain was evident in my voice. He didn’t say anything; he just kept drawing invisible circles on my back, comforting me. After what seemed like forever, he finally spoke. “ I used to do the same thing. I would have never imagined that my worst bully would be my father.” He paused for a moment, but I didn’t interrupt him. “It may not be obvious, but my dad is black, and my mom is white. I grew up in a poverty-stricken neighborhood, where guns, murder, drugs, and gangs were standard. I was my dads’ only son, and he expected me to be like him. The thing was, I didn’t want to be a product of my environment. I guess whichever gang my dad was affiliated with, he wanted me to join. I almost did until I realized that there was more to life than that. Refusing to join the gang embarrassed him. From that day on, he started to deny I was his kid. It didn’t help that I took after my mom. I have her blue eyes and wavy brown hair; I have some of my dads’ complexion but not enough to where it is obvious. Many of my peers bullied me, and when I didn’t have a girlfriend, my dad started saying I was gay. The thing is that I chose to be single. The girls that lived around me were sleeping with anyone and everyone, which didn’t attract me. Things only got worse when my mom left him, and she wanted to take me with her. But he threatened her and scared her so that he could keep me. Denying me and saying I was gay never bothered me, and I think that was the final straw. He started beating me, and I’m not talking about a belt; I mean closed fist to the face, stomach, head, or chest. Sometimes he would let the neighborhood kids jump me, and he would just watch and call me a p***y. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut anymore. “What the f**k? That’s messed up. But can I ask a random question? He gave me a gentle nod telling me to ask. “In one of the papers, I mentioned my dislike of the way mulatto people, especially females, are treated like their better than black people. Did you give me a bad grade because I said mulatto? Before he spoke, there was a brief silence, “yes, because technically it is a racial slur. Would you be comfortable if I wrote a paper and used the N-word?” Once again, there was silence. “Wow, now I feel like me hating you was petty.” I couldn’t help but feel guilty, and as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories when I wrote that paper. I guess they were right when they said that I was overreacting.” “It doesn’t matter anymore. That’s the past,” he said while shrugging his shoulders. “I’m just glad that bastard isn’t here anymore,” James said this, and the anger was evident in his voice. “What do you mean? Where is he?” I couldn’t help but be inquisitive. He could tell that, so he looked me in the eyes, and his words hit me like a bus. “He’s dead” There was no emotion in his voice when he said that. I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. After a little while, he finally spoke. “He died before I graduated college. He was a victim of a drive-by shooting.” I opened my mouth to speak, but I quickly closed it. I didn’t know how to reply to that. He got out of the bed and grabbed his boxers off the floor. “I didn’t go to his funeral. I hate him for everything he did to me.” The pain in his voice was evident, and my heart started to break for him. Suddenly there’s a loud noise, and I swear my heart fell right back down to my ass again. I looked to where the sound came from, and it was James. He had punched a pretty big hole in the wall. As soon as we made eye contact, I saw the tears in his eyes. “Why couldn’t he just accept me? Why did he not love me?” My heart shattered at hearing the raw pain in his voice. He wasn’t 24 years old anymore. No, he was his younger self. I had seen and felt his naked body before, but now he was naked. Every emotional and mental wall he used to keep people away had fallen. His nakedness wasn’t only physical but mentally and emotionally. Without thinking, I sprang out of bed and went over to hug him. At that moment, I had forgotten that I was naked. All I wanted to do was hold him. I’ve learned that sometimes there’s no suitable word to use when comforting someone, sometimes it’s better to let the silence do the talking. “Amber, if you wanted to go for another round, you could’ve just said that.” That’s when I noticed that I was pressing my naked body against him. “That wasn’t my intention!” I could barely get the words out before he picked me up and put my legs around his waist. I yelped when he did that, which earned a deep chuckle from him. My only response was to narrow my eyes at him. “I’m honest, that wasn’t my intention, but I wouldn’t mind….” I dragged the end of my sentence out while I slid my hand down to the top of his boxers. I could tell he was holding back a moan when I did that. It was my turn to laugh now, and he didn’t like that. Suddenly he had my back pressed against the wall, and he leaned in like he was going to kiss me. But instead, he whispered in my ear, “be careful, and I don’t want you starting something that you can’t finish” He had a devilish smirk. “Who said I wouldn’t be able to finish it?” I teased back at him. Suddenly he leaned more of his weight into me, and I could feel his bulge pressing against me. Without warning, he smacked my ass hard, and I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a soft squeal that sounded similar to a moan. He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “me because I was gentle at first. I’m a gentleman and prefer my first s****l encounter with a lady to be tender, so I don’t scare them. But if you want me to be rough with you, all you have to do is ask” He said this with a fake innocent tone and look in his eyes. While he still held me, he pivoted and softly laid me on the bed. He looked me up and down, his eyes full of lust and desire. I couldn’t help feeling insecure, but he noticed that I had become uncertain., and his gaze changed. “Baby girl, don’t be insecure.” He said this as his fingertips softly touched my right hip and slowly slid their way up, stopping just below my breast. I couldn’t prevent myself from tilting my head back in pure ecstasy. He smirked at me while leaning down to whisper in my ear, “I can tell someone wants more.” From the tone of his voice, I could tell he had a devilish smile on his face. ***James POV*** I can’t believe I told her that. I always struggled to talk about it with anyone, but it’s different with her. She helped me release anger and pain. I didn’t know I was holding in. I can’t help getting lost in thought as my fingertips softly slide up her gorgeous curvy body. When she tilted her head back in pleasure, it took every cell in my body not to snatch her up in my mouth. Although I know, she would enjoy it, since she did last time. I wanted to tease her first. Is it wrong I tried to tease her to the point that she’s burning with desire and lust for me? Suddenly I was yanked from my thoughts when she grabbed the top of my boxers and allowed the tip of her nails to graze my skin. I tried to hold in a moan but was unsuccessful. How was she able to do that to me? Women never had this effect on me, but somehow she does, and she knows it. “Stop playing with me.” Her words sounded like a mixture of a whisper and a moan. “How am I playing with you? I’m not playing with you, at least not yet.” I said that while slowly sliding my hand down the center of her naked body. As soon as my hand got close to her navel area, she grabbed my hand to stop me and pulled me down towards her. I’m not sure where this is going, but I know I’m going to enjoy myself. ***Ambers POV*** I’m not sure if I can handle it. I would like to think that every female enjoys experiencing an orgasm. I know I do. But I have never experienced having more than one while having s*x with someone. When he said he could teach me things nobody else has, I thought he was bullshitting me. No guy has ever had me tap out during s*x, yet I am ready to tap out here. I’m snapped out of my thoughts when I feel his hand sliding down the center of my body. As soon as I felt his hand get to my navel, I had to stop him. I was confused, part of me wanted to tap out, but my mom didn’t raise no b***h. So I grabbed his hand and slowly pulled him down towards me. The closer he got towards me, the more I started to feel his erection press on me. When he saw the surprised look on my face, he started chuckling. He licked his lips and said, “Yea, the first time around, I wasn’t fully hard, but I am now” he let out another chuckle when he finished speaking. Before things could go any further, I stopped him and myself. “Wait a damn minute, did you just pull a ‘this isn’t my final form’ s**t on me?” He paused for a minute, deep in thought. “I suppose I did, but I wasn’t lying. If you would like, we can continue, and you can be the judge.” I started to think, yes, the v****a is only so deep, but the pleasure I would be getting. It didn’t take me long to decide. “Please continue and show me no mercy,” I said with as much certainty as I could muster. He smirked at me and said, “just remember that you said that.” He slowly eased his weight onto me, and I was right. It did hurt, but the pleasure soon replaced it. I felt my back arch and my toes curl while he slowly pulled in and out of me. My moans only continued to get louder as he went faster and deeper into me. I then realized that my request that he shows no mercy was probably the best decision I’ve made in a long time.