Melissa ( book)

Chapter 15

Eduardo

I go behind her and cover her mouth, grabbing her tightly so she doesn't escape and scream, and I carry her to the room where I was. I know it's too risky, but I need to stay with her for a while. When I release her, she turns sharply and, when she sees me, her face is one of surprise.

— Damn, Edu, what a scare you gave me — she says, panting, her small hands on her chest. So beautiful.

— My angel, I'm sorry, I had to take advantage of this opportunity — I justify, moving a little closer. I touch her face, the soft skin under my fingers, tracing her features.

— It's okay, I was just scared because I just didn't know what was happening. Some problem? — She asks, worried. Her face laying a little on my hand, enjoying the affection I'm giving her.

- No my angel. I really wanted to see you, even if it was just for a few minutes — I respond honestly, seeing a sparkle appear in her eyes.

— I really wanted to see you too — she says, her eyes never leaving mine.

—My angel, it will be quick. Lend me your cell phone — I ask and she answers without thinking. I open the calendar and type “Hot” and save my number, then send a message, which makes my phone vibrate in my pocket.

— I didn't know how to ask you that — she says, shyly.

— I didn't know either, but anyway, I wanted to see you. Is it still okay for you for us to meet? — I ask, afraid that she has given up.

— Of course, Edu — she replies. Her hands coming to my face, touching my skin, making it burn wherever her fingers pass. I moan softly, without meaning to.

— Ah, my angel, how I enjoy feeling your touches on me — I declare, closing my eyes, losing control. Imagining her hands in other places on my body.

— I also liked feeling your touch on me, Edu — as soon as she finishes speaking and I press her against the wall, feeling her small body pressed against mine.

— My angel, I know this is being very quick, but if I don't kiss you now, I think I'm going to go crazy — she whispers breathlessly, taking his lips in the wake.

She lets out a low moan and it's as if she's striking a match to light a fire. I know that what I'm doing is wrong and that at any moment someone could come in, but the desire I had to feel like that was greater than any risk. Melissa moans in my arms, pulls my hair, I change position and rub my erection against her, back and forth, driving us to the brink of madness. Two insane. But suddenly I remember where we are and what we are in here.

— My angel, the bell is ringing, you better go to the living room and then we can talk — I say reluctantly, her body detaching from mine.

— Edu, I'm sorry, I didn't even see how I opened your shirt — she says, embarrassed. She looks at it and I see some scratches. Proof of our madness. I kiss her again, so she understands that I don't regret anything.

— Mel, I loved this, but you better go. We've been locked up here for a while and I don't want you to get caught — I warn her and hug her tightly. — I'll call you later.

— Okay, I'll go — she agrees, even though she doesn't want to go. She surprises me by throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me once more. Leaving soon after.

I try to control myself, so as not to succumb to my desires. I want to go after her, drag her to my house and make love to her in the middle of the sheets. I take a deep breath and start eating my snack, avoiding thinking about Melissa, but it's almost impossible to stay in the place where I just held her in my arms.

I give up on finishing eating, pick up my things, leave the book with Miss Suzane and head to the teachers' bathroom. I look in the small mirror and see that I'm a little disheveled, my shirt is out of place and my hair is messy. I wash my face, adjust my shirt, run my hand through my hair and head to the next classes.

Classes go smoothly despite the effort I have to make not to think about her small body pressed against mine. The bell rings and another morning ends, the students leave and say goodbye. I collect my things and go to the teachers' room, open my locker, put some things away and take out the ones I need to leave. When I close the closet door, I find teacher Giovanna staring at me, and I don't like it at all. It feels like I'm being hunted and I don't like that feeling.

— And look at us here again, professor — she says, provocatively.

— It seems so, teacher. Excuse me, but I have to leave — I respond quickly and leave before she says anything else.

When I get home, I go straight to the cold shower. But it's no use, my d**k grows as soon as I remember what happened. I start to touch myself slowly, thinking about her hands roaming my body, her grip around my c**k. I speed up my movements, open my mouth so that the air comes out quickly. I remember the taste of her mouth, her tongue touching mine, and I imagine her swallowing my d**k. My hand moves frantically and I come in jets that run down the bathroom wall. I slow down until the last drop runs down the gland It is.

I finish my shower and thank God for the gift of living alone. I just wear shorts and a tank top and go to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. I look in the fridge and see that I'll have to go shopping soon. I find a stray piece of broccoli and decide to make pasta with white sauce and broccoli. After years of living alone, I had to learn how to cook so I wouldn't die of hunger. While the food is cooking, I take out my notebooks and books, and make notes about the classes, tests and assignments I will be giving in the coming weeks. I check my cell phone and see that there are no new messages. I open the messaging app and Melissa is online, but I'll wait to call her later.