Satiated [Teacher/Student, age gap, sexual tension] | Part Six

Moans squeaked from Ariel’s mouth with the rhythmic thuds of her body slamming into the wall. Her cheeks felt hot. Any pain that was brewing as a result of the position she was in was numbed. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, an expression of unhinged bliss painting her usually innocent features. This is what Nick Kennedy had done to her. Though sometimes she felt her familiar shyness swathe her, Nick had a way of lighting a fire beneath her, so that every movement, every word exchanged, felt like coals in her abdomen. Embers burning slow, starting in the pit of her body only to expand into full flames as he thrust into her. This was dangerous. She was trembling with fear, but somehow that only made her pussy more sensitive. Every time Nick re-entered her it felt like she might explode with pleasure.

She was making too much noise, releasing a moan with every plunge back inside her. His hand capped her mouth roughly, stifling the sound. Her heart was beating so hard against her chest her entire body, her skin — thumped with it. She was clinging to him, using his strong frame to support her entire weight. He had her pushed up against the wall, her legs twined around his waist. The water bottle in her bookbag crinkled every time she was hoisted.

She had just been walking back from doing research in the computer lab in the basement floor of the school, taking a staircase that wasn’t frequently used. She’d figured she’d use half her lunch period to study and the other half to eat and was on her way to the cafeteria when she passed Mr. Kennedy in the staircase. Initially she kept her gaze straight, not acknowledging him in case someone else was around. In her mind, it was better to be safe than sorry. Mr. Kennedy seemed to be doing the same when their paths crossed, but then without looking at her, he grabbed her forearm, stopping her journey. She barely caught on to what was happening before he’d pulled her to him, and then backed her up against the wall. At first she panicked. Anyone could walk by, anyone could need to go downstairs. There were other teachers everywhere. There were *cameras* everywhere. But Nick didn’t let up. He whispered for her to trust him, and that was all it took. Because she *did* trust him. He wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t safe. And she didn’t have the self control to tell him no. She’d been craving this all week, ravenous to feel her teacher’s cock inside of her again. They’d acted quickly, tugging up her skirt, down her panties, and down his pants and boxers. She was slick with arousal before he’d even hiked her legs up around his waist. He entered her, thick, and she moaned at the impact. This time he wasn’t gentle. He was fast, and rough. They didn’t have time for gentle. He pounded into her violently.

Now, after several minutes of being slammed down on Nick’s cock, Ariel was beginning to feel her skin go numb. All she could feel was his cock dragging in and out of her hole, ramming into her with the heavy momentum of his pelvis. The sounds of people walking around the floor above them were blurred with the overwhelming feeling growing inside of her. Her toes were tingling, curling inward. “*Ohhh, please, Mr. Kennedy…*” she whined softly, heightened by the smack of their bodies colliding together. Nick grunted through a heavy breath, pummeling deeply into her, and a moment later, Ariel’s whole body seized. She twitched against him, her orgasm trying to drive his cock out of her. She was hanging onto him for dear life, nails digging into his shoulders. But the teacher was thrusting his cock through the tightening spasms that Ariel’s pussy erupted with. With every push back in, he spurted more cum inside of her, shoving it deeper and deeper inside her pussy. He was still pumping into her slowly even after she’d become slack against him, until his cock felt eased. Both of their faces were flushed when he slipped out.

Ariel felt his cum gush out of her. It was pouring into her panties, which were still suspended around her thighs. She quickly pulled them back up, and Nick’s cum sloshed with a smack into her pussy lips. Her panties were wet with both her own fluids and his now. He was zipping up his pants and tucking his shirt back in when she heard two students getting close. Ariel’s heart took a leap and she looked up to Nick, eyes wide. Nick quickly helped smooth down her hair, and straighten her skirt before he bound down the stairs, leaving her to continue the same charade. She scanned the floor at her feet rapidly. No evidence. Then started on a beeline in the opposite direction, up the staircase. She was taking deep breaths, trying to stop shaking and trying to suppress the massive grin that was trying to overthrow her poker face.

Behind her she heard the two other girls trail out of the staircase without any interruption in their gossipy chatter. The young woman sighed with relief, and cut into a bathroom as soon as she passed one.

She quickly entered a stall and yanked her panties down. Nick’s cum came with them, some soaked into the fabric, but most of it coating her vulva and a little running down her inner thigh. She wiped at the trail with her fingers and took a look. It was viscous and white, slippery as she rubbed it into her fingertips. Before she’d even gotten some toilet paper to clean herself up, the cum on her fingers had dried. She dabbed at her sore pussy. It was still so sensitive and swollen, and throbbed when she touched it. Ariel shuddered when she pressed the paper into her clit. That was good enough. She couldn’t take touching it anymore, it was too tender. At least it wouldn’t be massively obvious now. She hoped she didn’t leave wet spots on the seats in the rest of her classes. Once she was finished, she stopped to wash her hands and check her reflection. Her cheeks were still reddened through her brown skin, but everything else looked perfectly normal. She smoothed down her uniform blouse before leaving the bathroom, pretending nothing had happened.

The smell of his cum was drifting up to her for the next few hours, intoxicating her. In her Economics class, Ariel found herself unable to focus at all. Mr. Kennedy was the only thing on her mind, and she was euphoric, knowing she’d see him again for an entire hour before the school day ended. Once the bell rang, she sprung up and walked briskly to Calc II. She would have sprinted if she could. Not only would that look weird, but she felt like she was walking weird now. Almost limping? Staggering? Whatever it was, she was thankful to slip in her seat in Mr. Kennedy’s classroom, smiling at him knowingly when he glanced her way.

She actually paid attention in class today. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she felt more energized and like her mind was clearer. The numbers flowed out logically, and before she knew it the lesson was over and she’d gotten to hear Nick’s enticing voice for a whole hour. She felt like she just couldn’t get enough of him. Their brief interactions left her aching more for him, if even just to talk into the night with the man. She wanted to be around him all the time.

His words echoed in her head as everyone else shuffled out of the room. She couldn’t fall in love with him. That was the rule. But he wasn’t making that easy to follow.

As soon as the last student closed the door, Nick was making a beeline for her. Without a word he took her face into his hands and kissed her fervently, only pulling back only to glance from her to the door, then stride over to lock it. When he returned to her he was pushing her up on the table of her seat, mouth devouring hers. Their tongues danced, sensually tasting one another, and Ariel found her pussy throbbed when Nick steadied her by the throat, making sure she didn’t move. She grinded into him, rubbing her sore pussy on the bulge in his pants. Her fingers found his belt and she pulled it undone. Somehow even though her pussy hurt, she still was desperate for him to fuck it. His pants fell, and then his boxers, cock erect and weighted. She moved forward to slip her panties down her legs. They dropped in a heap on Nick’s boot. With his hand locked around her neck, Nick pushed her down to lay flat on the surface, with only her back being supported. Her ass hung off the edge completely, with only Nick’s body to counter it. They picked up right where they left off. Only now, Ariel arched her back off the desk as her teacher’s cock plowed into her. Her brown nipples poked through her blouse, vaguely visible through the transparent white fabric. With the impact, her perky tits lobbed up and down on her chest, her hair bouncing in unison with his movement. Suddenly Nick grabbed one of her thighs, bending it in an angle so it curved around his waist. In controlled movements, he slammed into her and she cried out, begging, pleading for what? She didn’t know but the heat was building in her again, rapidly. Nick hit a few strokes against her cervix and her whole body arched off of the desk, smooth legs trembling. She was yelping, moaning in near-agony while he fucked her through the climax. He choked harder until her noises ceased, and thrusted heavily forward. Her whole body felt weak. Every thrust caused her entire body to be thrown, like a rag doll. The trembling started up again, expanding out from deep within her, only now her whole body shook violently against him. She could feel his cock pulsating inside her. He was cumming again, she realized, and she bore down to keep him there. He groaned, exasperated. “Fuck, Ariel,” he whispered. Her head got dizzy and her ears rang as he slowed and when he stepped back, all of his cum dribbled out of her again. It made a puddle on the floor in front of her seat.

And Ariel just lay there, skin throbbing. Her pussy was so sensitive now just the heat of him being near it was torture. But she was too exhausted to move, and he was holding her in place.

Nick leaned down to press his lips into his student’s neck, where his hand had been moments ago.

She finally mustered the energy to sit up and more cum streamed out. With big brown eyes hooded, she giggled up at her teacher. “We’re so bad.”

He sighed, fatigued as well. “That’s all your fault. If you weren’t strutting around here with your ass out, no bra… maybe I wouldn’t have to fuck you.” He yanked his pants back on for the second time today, then scooped up her panties and stopped mid-reach in the process of handing them to her. Instead he tucked them into his pocket. “But you give me no other option.”

“Hey! I need those,” she laughed, moving forward to hug around his torso. She buried her face in his shirt, inhaling the scent of his woodsy cologne.

“No you don’t,” he objected playfully, holding her body to his abdomen. “You, *especially*, do not need panties.”

“That’s discrimination,” she mumbled into his shirt, feeling almost like she could fall asleep in this position.

“It’s punishment.”

“For what?”

“Whining.”

She leaned back to peer up at him, smile toying at her lips, scoff on her mouth. “I don’t whine.”

“You do too.” He raised an eyebrow before mocking, “Ohhh, Nick, pleaseee.” He hooked a finger around her chin. “Whiner.”

Ariel rolled her eyes, snuggling back into him briefly before she hopped down off the desk, careful not to step in his cum. Nick had already moved to grab some tissues from his desk and handed them to her. “Clean it up,” he demanded and she got to her knees to mop his cum off the floor. She loved it when he spoke like that to her. It made her feel like he owned her.

When she was back on her feet, Nick was handing her her backpack. “Go home and change. I’m gonna pick you up in an hour.”

Ariel blinked, looking at him dumbly. She hadn’t expected him to say that, but she wasn’t going to object either. If she was allowed more time with him, she wasn’t going to pass that up. “Where are we gonna go?” She would have to tell her parents she was hanging out with one of her friends, and have them cover for her. Otherwise, she’d be in a world of trouble when she got home. Her allowance had already been revoked from coming home late after Nick fucked her in his car.

“Wife doesn’t want me home, so I got a hotel room. You’re gonna stay the night,” he announced, grinning. “Can’t show up with you in your uniform though. So catch the bus home and get changed.”

Ariel’s heart thudded wildly in her chest. She was gonna get the chance to spend the entire night with Mr. Kennedy? With no hesitation, she beamed and tossed on her backpack. “Okay! I’ll see you in an hour! Park in the next street though, so my parents don’t see your car.”

“Where are you gonna tell them you’re going?”

She was already typing the text to Cecile to cover for her. Cecile was the only one she’d told that she’d had sex. Ariel didn’t disclose who with, but Cecile never tended to pry. Once she got the response from her best friend, she gazed up at her lover. “I’m sleeping over my friend’s house.”

“Very good.”

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Ariel was nervous when she climbed into Nick’s car, a more plush bag tipping off one shoulder. She’d packed her essentials. Phone, wallet, toothbrush, hairbrush, head scarf, face wash and a clean uniform for tomorrow. She’d wrapped her hair up into a messy bun, and random strands escaped to frame her face. Showered and changed clothes. Effectively looking less teenage, and possibly more young twenties.

Once they’d arrived at the hotel, they walked casually as Nick lead the way to his room. They chatted about how odd people were when they were ignored, which had bloomed from chat about his wife in the car.

Ariel flopped down on the bed, sinking into the plush blankets. “She’s so mean to you, Nick.” Her fingers tapped on the remote to the tv, flipping through channels until she found one that played music. It was soft and non-intrusive but still pleasant.

“Ha. You’re telling me.” His voice drifted to her from the open bathroom door, where he was changing out of his suit “I’m hoping this blows over quickly, otherwise I might have to stay here for awhile.” Nick came back into her field of vision, shirtless and in fresh boxers only. “Did you shower yet?” She’d never seen him shirtless, she realized, now only because it shocked her that he had tattoos. Both of his muscular arms were covered in them, and they extended partly into his broad chest.

“Whoaaa. I didn’t know you had tattoos!” She hopped up off the bed and pranced over to him to get a better look at the artwork. It was a lot to look at, she was surprised to discover. She’d have to study it all later, when he wasn’t trying to drag her into the shower.

“I did, but really quickly. I don’t mind showering again.” Ariel followed him into the bathroom, watching as he turned on the water in the bathtub. “Oh, are we taking a bath together?” she questioned, feeling her stomach bloom with anticipation. She’d never been so intimate with anyone in her life. Never even had sex before Nick, let alone cuddled in the bath. She radiated her emotions, biting down on her lip through her grin.

“Why not? You wore me out today.” He stepped out of his boxers and her eyes lingered on his member. It looked so different when it wasn’t fully erect.

Ariel giggled, feigning innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Nick was the first one to climb into the water, relaxing into it with a groan. Once Ariel had peeled off her clothes, she climbed in after him, her back resting on his abdomen, head tipped back onto his chest. He played with her hair as they spoke. Ariel didn’t know it but he felt just as present as she did. She felt like she could stay in this moment forever.

“Math is the language of the universe, you know that?” he began casually, lovingly rubbing at her shoulder with some soap. There was something intensely pleasing about the contrast in each others’ complexions.

“What do you mean?” she prompted softly, resting her cheek against his firmed abs. The sound of that music humming under their words.

“When you think about life, and the foundations of life… you can begin to simplify it from biology down. Biology is the study of life, or, really… effectively the study of existence, because all existence is life. So then you take biology and biology is built off of chemistry, chemistry is built off of physics, and physics is built off of math. Math is the language of the universe.”

His voice was soothing to her, and she felt affection for him welling up inside of her as he spoke. Her eyes had already fallen closed. She was warm and comfortable under the water, but above that she felt secure, safe, and wanted in Nick’s arms. “I’ve never had anyone tell me that before… But I think about existence a lot. And how relative everything is. That makes a lot of sense, actually,” she pondered softly. “Everything is existence and energy when we simplify it. And we all coexist with each other in this harmony that humans didn’t create. Whenever I think about that, I just… life is so beautiful.”

“It is beautiful,” Nick agreed. “Math is beautiful. You’re beautiful, too. And that’s beyond your appearance.” He paused, cupping some water to wash the soap from her shoulder. “Your entire existence… is truly incredible. A lot of people wonder what our purposes are in life. I’ve always said the purpose of life is to not have purpose. Not in some nihilistic way, but to stop searching for the meaning. There’s so much here, right in front of our eyes, and we stop seeing it because we’re constantly looking ahead at what the next accomplishment is. We don’t live, not until we’ve wasted all our time preparing for it, when we didn’t have to prepare in the first place. Math is everywhere, around us and inside of us. It’s a shame so few people realize that.”

“It’s hard to remember that. Or, I guess to remember to look,” Ariel murmured. “We get trapped in this tunnel vision where life is black and white, and we shove it into these parameters we’ve created for ourselves. We say to live a successful, happy life you have to go to school and get a good job, marry and have a big house with kids and a pet. And then we spend our whole lives trying to steer everything that happens to us back into that box of what we’re told to do. Never what we should do. We should all be experiencing life deeply, in every moment. But instead we worry… worry about time… what other people think of us, grades… and angry wives.” She smiled softly up at him.

“Angry wives and grades are hard to ignore too,” he chuckled, settling to just hold her. “You’re very insightful, Ariel. I’ve known that about you since your first day of class — that you were bright.”

Ariel blushed deeply, snuggling into the man. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

He rumbled with laughter. “You’re right. That’s why this is just… the truth. You’ve got a beautiful mind, Ariel.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a long while, until their skin was pruning and the water had become lukewarm. They both emerged from the water feeling like they’d fallen deeper down the rabbit hole of what they’d started. Nick allowed Ariel to wear one of his shirts as they lay in bed together, which was quite large on her small 5’2 frame. He stayed shirtless, in clean boxers, and after a few hours of watching tv together Nick had dozed off.

Ariel traced along his solid bicep, over the ink of a tiger illustrated into his skin. This scene pulled into various designs of skulls, the fibbonaci sequence, a portrait of someone… Her eyes touched on his facial features as he slept. He really was a handsome man. His facial structure was sturdy. He had a strong jawline beneath his short beard, and high cheekbones, clear skin… his nose was even attractive to her, oddly. It was straight and proportioned. He had freckles splattered everywhere. One on his temple, a few on his neck. His blonde hair was messy but even that was endearing. Ariel sighed lovingly and cuddled into his side. It didn’t take long for her, too, to drift asleep.

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