Behind Classroom Doors

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Warning s****l Content In this chapter.

My parents still not being home I set my bag down and then plopped on the couch thankful I had no homework to do. After half an hour of binge watching Orange is the New Black on Netflix, I heard the doorbell ring and I paused my show.

I opened the door and scowled," What are you doing here?" I asked Dean who was giving me puppy dog eyes at the doorway.

"I wanted to apologize."

"Seems like you've been doing a lot of that lately." I counter and he frowned.

"Can I come in?" Sighing, I opened the door for him to come in and crossed my arms after shutting the door behind him.

"I'm really sorry about not picking you up. That was an awful thing to do." He apologized.

"What I don't understand is why? Why was is such a big deal that I wanted to stay after to help a teacher out with some work?" I asked sick of fighting with him, sick of playing his games.

"Because he's been nothing but an asshole to the both of us all year and you jump at the first chance to help him out!" Dean defended and I turned my gaze not responding.

"But," He started coming up to me and grabbing my waist. "That gave me no right to ditch you like that."

I looked at his face that was so close to mine. I was engulfed in his cologne and missed the smell of it, missed the smell

of him. "I'm still being his TA." I added and he closed his eyes taking in deep breath before opening them again.

"Okay." He gave in and I smiled having won this round.

"Okay." I repeated softly.

Deans next move was surprising, he kissed me and I drank him in. I missed his out of the blue kisses. He licked my bottom lip asking for entrance to which I granted and his familiar tongue started exploring my mouth. It was passionate and I almost forgot why I was even mad at him in the first place.

Dean then grabbed my ass and lifted me off the floor. I wrapped my legs around him and felt his bulge strain against his pants. I moaned quietly in response. He broke away breathing heavily and his eyes were hooded, darkened with lust.

"I want you." He whispered in a husky voice and I wanted him too. I wanted to lose myself in him and I wanted to forget about everything he's done. And then I had a thought. Maybe he's sick of waiting for me, maybe he's been acting this way because of me. Maybe I should give him what he wanted because it's what I want too isn't it? I mean, I can't picture us not being together and I know neither could he so what was I waiting for?

I nodded and he drew in his eyebrows and looked at me. "You mean-?" I interrupted him with another nod and his lips crashed down on mine again.

He carried me up the stairs and into my bedroom. Throwing me gently on the bed I bounced up and down as I hit the mattress. His hungry eyes explored my body and I knew he was undressing me with his eyes. I watched as he took off his pants and his shirt before moving to hovering over me and kiss me slower than ever before, I was like him telling me how he felt with him lips instead of words.

I love him...this was it.

I took off my shirt and his hand came up to my chest, his other was supporting his weight. He unclasped my bra and threw it across the room drinking me in. This was nothing new, we've made out with my shirt off before but this time was different, this time was real.

Dean kissed me again before moving to my neck, then collarbone, and then to my breasts. He didn't stay there for long before he made his way to my jeans. Unbuttoning them fast and taking them smoothly off my legs. I was now only in my underwear and suddenly very aware that he's never seen me this way before. He looked at me as if I was a goddess and I loved that. I never really considered myself beautiful but he did. He found my body absolutely perfect.

He came back up kissing me feverishly and I placed my hand on his perfectly toned chest. "f**k baby I love you so much." He groaned and moved to take off my black panties.

There I stood now completely naked under him and he got up from me taking off his boxers. I had never seen him completely naked before either. Nothing but making out and groping has ever happened between us before and now we are jumping straight into s*x? It didn't seem right but I wasn't about to question him.

Grabbing a condom from the wallet in his jeans I watched as he took it out of the foil packet and slid it on. Not once did he take his eyes off of my body. Off of me. When he hovered over me again he looked me in the eyes. He kissed me again and again as if he couldn't get enough. "Spread your legs for me, Baby." He instructed and so I did, allowing him to get in between me.

He brought his s*x inline with mine. I gulped, I've heard it hurts for your first time and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it.

"Wait, wait." I sat causing him to freeze. "Maybe, maybe we shouldn't." I say thinking it might be best to wait.

Dean lowered his head down to be level with mine. "We've waited long enough." He said before pressing his lips against mine and then entering me, I gasped against his lips. At first all I could feel was the pain, I knew I needed him to slow down but I could tell he was already trying to go slow. But the more of him that entered me the more that I winced. He didn't seem to notice, I moaned in pain and hoped it would be over soon. After a few minutes the pain subsided and then I couldn't feel much of anything.

He grunted as he slid back out and back inside of me faster, I could tell he was reaching his climax and with another thrust and another moan from him he came. He buried his head in my neck while he caught his breath, still making sure not to put all of his weight on me. Aside from the fact that it was a lot quicker in reality it felt like hours and I wondered if it would always feel like that.

"Are you okay?" He questioned regaining his breath and I nodded, trying to catch my breath.

He kissed my forehead and slid out of me standing up and taking off the condom off. He threw it away in the trash can next to my bed. I made a mental note to throw the trash out so my parents wouldn't find it. Dean then laid next to me and brought me to his chest.

Sex was weird, I knew it would hurt but I was hoping after the pain it would feel good. That couldn't be all there was to s*x could there?

Other than that, I couldn't believe that I had done it. And yet, it didn't make me feel any better. In fact so much doubt crept in and as Dean held me close and fell asleep I knew that it wasn't supposed to feel this way.

I wasn't supposed to regret it after doing it with the one person I loved more than anyone. So why do I?