[FM] I [24F] let my cousin’s hot teacher [26M] finger me in an empty classroom – Part 2

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The rest of the afternoon flew by in a blur, my cousins’ house a flurry of activity as we hosted and fed some out-of-town family. My mind kept drifting back to Mr. Henry Yang, a blush and a smile creeping across my face as I remembered our tryst and the way his skillful hands felt on my body. I cringed when I thought about how eager I was — I barely knew the guy, and I let him finger me in a fucking synagogue. But then I thought about his smile and the way it felt so damn comfortable to be around him, and the embarrassment faded to just a dull, vague, general feeling of Jewish guilt. And besides, it’s not like I hadn’t hooked up with strangers before! I was not some innocent virgin, no matter how girlish he made me feel. It just felt different than stranger-fucking: more intimate. And that made me nervous.

An occasional text from Henry buzzed in my sweater pocket throughout the day, the conversation mainly ironing out details for our dinner date interspersed with increasingly unsubtle flirtations. We decided to cook in his apartment and watch a movie, our salaries as a substitute teacher and a grad student not providing much incentive to go out to a fancy dinner. And besides, I thought to myself, this way we would be in close proximity to his bedroom. I wasn’t sure where we stood in terms of sexual expectations after his whole “no blow jobs on the first date” thing earlier in the day, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his lips felt on mine, his hands gripping my ass tightly as he ground his cock against me through our clothing. If he was down, I was going to fuck him at least once. And I couldn’t fucking wait.

Shosh thankfully didn’t notice that I was distracted. She was too busy loving the attention of having a full, non-birthday day solely about her, with family and friends all praising and congratulating her. Her inflated ego was going to be insufferable for weeks, but she looked so damn happy that it was worth the future pain in my ass. The secret of my impending date weighed on me, but I wasn’t about to tell one of Henry’s students about his private life. Instead, I confessed to Shosh’s mother, my second cousin Miriam.

Miri didn’t bother trying to hide her disapproval, though I hadn’t even told her about the tryst in the synagogue. “I just don’t understand why, out of all the young people you know, you have to go after him,” she hissed under her breath as we restocked the cheese plate, “he’s just — he’s not right for you!”

“You don’t even know him,” I whispered back, an angry flush appearing on my face, “Is this because he isn’t Jewish or because he isn’t white?”

Miriam met my eyes, deeply offended. “Neither, but thank you for thinking so highly of me,” she murmured, “I just don’t think you should be wasting your time on such a vapid pretty boy.”

“You’ve spoken to him for like an hour total. How could you possibly know if he’s vapid?”

“Nobody with any depth spends that much time in the gym.”

“You know how highly his students think of him. Clearly, he has at least some intelligence and charm if he can get seventh graders invested in the Revolutionary War.”

She shrugged. “Doesn’t mean he’d be a good boyfriend.”

My stomach dropped at that word, panic rising in my throat. “I never said I wanted him to be my boyfriend,” I blurted defensively.

Miri looked over at me, her eyebrows raised in surprise before she grew a knowing smile. “Well, that, at least, I can understand,” she whispered, putting a hand on my arm, “You’re young, you work hard, you deserve to have some casual fun. But don’t go expecting this to become something it isn’t.”

“I won’t, Mir.”

She smiled at me softly. “Then just — have fun.”

I smiled back at her, my stomach tightening. “I will.”

Shosh came bounding into the kitchen shortly after we finished restocking the serving platters. “I need to get ready for my party!”

“Ok. So go get ready?” I replied.

“Keep me company?” she whined.

Miri and I exchanged a knowing look. I followed Shosh up the stairs, waiting outside her room while she changed. “Ok, you can come in!” she called through the door.

I walked in and sat in her desk chair, twirling my finger in the air so she’d give me a 360 spin. Her dress wasn’t really my thing, a little too reminiscent of a debutante ball for my tastes, but she clearly loved it and felt confident in it. “Gorgeous!” I exclaimed, putting on my best Tim Gunn voice, “Absolutely stunning. The fabric is exquisite and the model is a natural. Where did you find her?”

Shosh laughed delightedly and gave me a curtsy. “I was talent hunted at the local middle school, sir.”

“Outstanding. We must surely keep our eyes on this up-and-comer this season.”

She giggled and opened a kiddy makeup kit on her desk: the kind of monstrosity that looks like a glittery toolbox. “Will you do my makeup?”

“I’m not sure if your mom wants you with a full face, Shosh.”

“Then just my eyes and lips?”

“Fine. But you have to take it off WITHOUT COMPLAINT if your mom says it’s too much.”

“I promise.”

I switched places with her, setting her down in the chair while I took out an eyeliner pencil. “Keep your eyes closed and stay still if you don’t want to look like a raccoon.”

The pencil was shitty, but I lightly began to sketch a slender cat eye — fancy enough to satisfy Shosh’s desire to feel special but not so flashy as to incur Miriam’s wrath. “So,” Shosh said slowly, “did you and Mr. Yang kiss?”

“Who is Mr. Yang?”

“Funny. Answer the question.”

“No, we didn’t kiss,” I lied, only feeling the slightest twinge of guilt.

“Do you like him?”

“I guess! He seems nice enough. Not really my type, though.” Lie number two.

“What’s your type, then?”

“Steve Buschemi.”

“Who’s that?”

“Google him later.”

“Well, even if it wasn’t love at first sight, you could always fall in love later?”

I laughed, finishing up her eye and moving to the other one. “I’m not sure, Shosh. He’s clearly a good guy and a passionate teacher, but I’m just not looking to date right now.”

Her shoulders slumped, clearly disappointed. “Oh.”

Guilt tightened in my lungs as I watched her excitement deflate on her special day. “But hey!” I exclaimed excitedly, “This way you can set Mr. Yang up with another teacher!”

That seemed to perk her up a bit. “We think our Spanish teacher just dumped her boyfriend!”

“That’s great! Well, not for the boyfriend.”

I finished up Shosh’s eyes in silence, telling her to open both of them so I could check if they were even. “Damn, I’m good,” I whispered.

She giggled, dashing over to the mirror to check. “I love it! Can you do my hair and lipstick too?”

We were running late by the time Shosh and Miri finished bargaining over the makeup, settling on keeping the eyeliner and nixing the lipstick. I barely had time to shower and get myself ready for my date before I was ushered out the door and ferried to the party, Isaac and Shoshana bickering the whole car ride about whether or not to roll down the windows. I sent Henry a quick text, smiling to myself as excitement and nervousness twisted in my stomach. *On our way! Pls rescue me soon* ?

My phone vibrated almost instantly. *White horse and shining armor acquired. Be there in an hour.*

I bit my lip and looked out the window, hiding my goofy grin from the other passengers. The first hour of the party crawled by. I chatted with the DJ, who was seemingly incapable of looking away from my tits, and helped Miri set up (aka graze from) the dessert table. Shosh’s friends pestered me about my impressions about Mr. Yang, and I gave them the same lies, feeling less and less guilty about it as my excitement about seeing him grew. I couldn’t stop my foot from tapping nervously against the floor, biding my time until Henry arrived and I could make a smooth exit. Shoshana delightedly greeted her guests at the doorway as they came in, loving the continued attention and praise. A part of me felt intensely guilty for ditching her party early, but she was so surrounded by adoring fans that I wasn’t sure if she would notice my absence. Finally, my phone buzzed, announcing Henry’s arrival. I knew I had to distract her from seeing my ride and asking questions. “Hey Shosh,” I called over, “you should get the party started on the dance floor.”

“Why do you have your coat?”

So much for a smooth exit. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I’m really tired, so I’m heading home. All the excitement leading up to today drained me, you know?”

To my surprise, she nodded, hugging me and not uttering a word of complaint or protest. “Thank you for everything,” she whispered.

Color me impressed. Thirteen-year-olds contain multitudes, apparently. I hugged her back tightly. “You were fantastic today, and you look amazing. Go celebrate.”

With a final squeeze and a giddy smile, she glided away to the dance floor. That was shockingly easy. I shrugged on my coat and stepped outside, glancing around for any sign of Henry. A car flashed its lights at me from across the parking lot, and I quickly walked over to it. I felt like my pace was weird. Was I walking too fast? Should I walk faster so I didn’t make him wait? After what felt like a century but also a millisecond, I was opening Henry’s passenger door and hopping up onto the leather seat. “Hi there, welcome to my Uber, please rate five stars,” he joked.

“I’m sorry, there must be a misunderstanding. The app told me to look for a knight on horseback. Are you not Sir Henry?”

There was a bit of an awkward silence as I settled into the seat and buckled my seatbelt, the two of us smiling nervously at each other. I leaned over to kiss him at the same time that he reached over to give me a hug, and I ended up kissing his cheek as we hugged, my face burning. Henry laughed nervously. “I’m sorry,” he said embarrassedly as we sat back in our seats, “I feel like we skipped a couple steps earlier, and now I don’t really know how to act around you.”

“Oh, you mean you don’t usually make somebody cum within an hour of meeting them?” I teased, loving the way he flushed from my crass language.

“It’s not my normal greeting, no,” he admitted, meeting my gaze, “Not that I judge you if that’s your go-to move! It’s just not something I’m used to.”

“I’m flattered you made an exception for me,” I smiled, taking his hand off the steering wheel and lacing my fingers through his, “and you don’t need to apologize. We can take it slow from here.”

“Well, I didn’t say I wanted THAT.”

We laughed together softly. I smiled, sure that my dimples were showing as I bit my lip. His eyes glanced down to my lips, but he didn’t make a move. “Should we get going?” I asked innocently after a tension-filled moment.

Henry pressed a soft kiss to the back of my hand and then let go of it to shift the car into reverse. He drove out of the parking lot slowly and pulled onto the main drive, handing me his phone while telling me how to unlock it. Weird ass Androids with their dumb patterns instead of passcodes. I found GoogleMaps and punched in the address he gave me, not recognizing the neighborhood that popped up on the screen.

The car ride was uneventful. I gave him directions and teased him about his slow driving, and he threatened to slow to a crawl if I kept up my complaining. It wasn’t quite the easy vibe we had earlier in the day, but it was comfortable enough. Some kind of tension was in the air, and I couldn’t quite tell if it was sexual tension or just first real date jitters. It took all my self control not to stare at him. I sat on my free hand, ignoring every fiber of my being that was yelling at me to put it on his thigh. Or his dick.

We reached our destination after several minutes of driving, Henry pulling into a covered parking space and turning off the car. I unbuckled my seatbelt and started to open the door, but his hand on mine made me pause. I turned back to him. He cupped my face and leaned over to kiss me, his lips soft at first but growing more urgent as I deepened the kiss. His tongue slid along mine, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt my nipples harden, and I was grateful that it was too dark for him to see the evidence of my eagerness. After a moment, he pulled back, running his thumb gently over my bottom lip. “I should’ve done that earlier,” he murmured.

“You made up for it now,” I whispered, pressing a kiss on the pad of his thumb.

He exhaled slowly and removed his hand, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door. “Get out of the car before I do something stupid,” he called over his shoulder.

I smiled to myself and walked around to the front of the car where Henry was waiting. The weird energy during the car ride had definitely just been sexual tension. Delicious, debilitating sexual tension. He laced his fingers through mine and smiled down at me as we walked, the gentle pull of his hand guiding me towards his apartment. He seemed to be more at ease now that the first kiss of the evening was out of the way. “You ready to see how the county’s finest middle school teachers live?”

“Bring it on,” I laughed.

He led me up a flight of stairs and stopped in front of a bright red door, fiddling with his keys in his hand and listening. “Everything ok?” I asked.

“I‘m trying to tell if my roommates are home,” he whispered.

“I don’t mind meeting them!”

“That’s not the issue,” he laughed, “They aren’t exactly great about privacy or knowing when they’re aren’t welcome.”

I leaned in closer to him, inhaling the light smell of his cologne or deodorant or something else about him that was distinctly fragrant. “Well, if we aren’t going to get any privacy in there…”

My sentence trailed off suggestively. Henry shoved his keys back into his pocket and wrapped his arms around my waist, leaning down to capture my lips in a fiery kiss. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and stood on my tiptoes, losing myself in the kiss as he took the lead. He rotated us until I was pressed against the door, his large body leaning against me and his knee pushing between my legs. I ground against his leg slowly, moaning into his mouth. One of his hands slid down to cup my ass, pulling me higher up his leg with delicious pressure as my pussy dragged up his thigh. His other hand tangled into my hair, tilting my head gently to the side so he could kiss my neck. He kept kissing down my skin, his lips almost reaching my cleavage before he pulled back. He stared at me, both of us panting, his eyes taking in my flushed skin, swollen lips, and tousled hair.

Smiling up at him softly, I slid my hands down from his shoulders until they rested on his chest, my fingers lightly playing with the fabric of his shirt. I took a handful into my fist and pulled until he leaned down to kiss me again gently, chastely, his tongue staying inside his mouth and his knee slowly leaving its post under my pussy to let both my feet rest on the ground. His hand slid back up from my ass to place gentle pressure on the small of my back. He pulled back from the kiss and took his keys back out of his pocket, jingling them in his hand, not meeting my eyes, and a shy smile on his lips. “That was,” he said gruffly, clearing his throat, “not exactly planned.”

I released his shirt and stepped to the side to let him unlock the door, still smiling up at him. “Maybe you should stop planning things, then.”

He opened the door and let me step in first. He followed me inside, closing the door behind us and flipping a light switch. Soft yellow lights illuminated the entrance to a tidy apartment, sparsely decorated but not in a serial killer way. “Shoes off, please,” he requested.

I slipped off my heels and placed them on a mat to the side of the entryway. He did the same with his. “Please,” he said, gesturing ahead to welcome me into the apartment.

Padding softly into the living room, I took in my surroundings. It was a pretty nice place, with big windows and a decent-sized kitchen with an island that bled into the living room. “Would you like something to drink?” he offered.

“Whatcha got?”

“Hmm, we got white wine, pretentious beer, every flavor of tea in the known world, and probably a couple kinds of liquor,” he said, rummaging through the fridge.

“What are you having?”

“I was going to make myself a G&T. Would you like one?”

“That sounds perfect.”

I shrugged out of my coat, draping it over one of the stools at the kitchen island and sitting in another as I watched him work. I pulled my neckline down a little. He was wearing a different shirt than at the Bat Mitzvah services earlier in the day, having changed into a short-sleeve button-down that showed off his biceps and a pair of jeans that hugged his ass so tightly it was sinful. I stared at him unashamedly as he puttered around mixing our drinks. I pulled my neckline down a little more and leaned on the kitchen island. “Tell me about these nosy roommates.”

“George is a math teacher at a private school and a total goofball with a severe case of foot-in-mouth syndrome.”

“Is it terminal?”

“One day it will be. He’s going to piss off the wrong person and end up in a ditch.”

“Will he have deserved it?”

“Oh, definitely.”

We both laughed lightly. “Any other roomies?”

“Samantha has a one year position at Shosh’s school right now too. We’ve actually known each other since high school.”

“Do you guys ever have to compete for jobs?”

“Oh yeah, we duke it out regularly. But, at the end of the day, we are friends first, colleagues second, and competitors third.”

He slid the G&T over to me, and we clinked glasses. My first sip was perfect, the sweet and sour of the fresh lime complimenting the bubbles of the tonic. “Mmm that’s good!” I murmured, taking another big sip.

“I stocked up on groceries earlier, but I don’t mind if you want to have a liquid dinner.”

“A liquid dinner would make me extremely handsy,” I admitted, “so unless you want your roommates to walk in on something lewd, I would suggest feeding me solid foods.”

“Solid foods coming right up.”

“What can I do to help?”

“Sit there and continue to look pretty.”

I tossed my hair over my shoulder with mock cockiness. “Well, that I could do in my sleep.”

Henry laughed. “I don’t doubt that one bit.”

We chatted as he pre-heated the oven and took out containers of pre-chopped veggies, tossing them with oil and spices before spreading them evenly on a baking sheet. I pulled down my neckline a little more while his back was turned. He gently rinsed some rice and put it in a cooker, sprinkling something over the surface and then closing the lid. It was mesmerizing to watch him work, and I was amazed by how efficient he was. Whenever I cook, it looks like a hurricane blew through town. He was pretty much done with the set-up in a matter of minutes, even cleaning the empty containers as he cooked. “That was impressive as hell,” I marveled, “Did you already prep everything before you picked me up?”

He flushed slightly, leaning his elbows on the kitchen island and taking another sip of his drink. “I’m really into food prep. Like, to an almost obsessive degree,” he explained sheepishly, “And I also didn’t want to make you wait.”

I put one of my hands over his on his glass. “That’s very sweet of you.”

He looked pleased with himself and leaned over the island to kiss me softly. I had just started to deepen the kiss when the sound of the front door opening interrupted us. “Something smells good,” a male voice called out from the entryway.

We pulled apart reluctantly as a man our age rounded the corner. He stopped short when he saw us. “Got a woman in the kitchen on the first date, Henry? Impressive.”

“You must be George,” I said through gritted teeth, plastering on a fake smile and stretching out my hand. “I’m Lily.”

He shook my hand vigorously. The oven’s preheat alarm went off behind me, and I heard Henry load it up and set the timer as I asked George about his classes. “Hey George, didn’t you say you had some lesson planning to do tonight?” Henry called over casually.

George miraculously took the hint, saying his goodbyes to me, walking over to what I assumed was his bedroom, and closing the door. Henry smiled apologetically at me, walking around the kitchen island and moving my coat so he could sit on the stool next me. “George is a lot, but he means well.”

“I’ve dealt with much worse,” I smiled, taking Henry’s hand in mine, “He was harmless.”

“Still. Not exactly the mood I was trying to set.”

“And what mood was that?”

“Not one that included misogyny.”

I laughed, playing with his fingers and running my nails gently across his palm as we slipped into a comfortable silence. “That feels nice,” he whispered eventually.

“Yeah?”

“Your hands are really soft.”

“If you like my hands, you should see what I can do with my mouth,” I flirted shamelessly, “You didn’t give me the chance to show you earlier.”

He smiled softly, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. I instantly regretted my teasing. “What’s wrong?” I asked, starting to panic slightly.

He shook his head slightly, not meeting my gaze. “It’s nothing,” he lied.

“I didn’t mean — I just. Shit. Sorry. Is there something I should know? You don’t have to talk about it, but I want you to know that, whatever it is, it’s ok. You aren’t going to freak me out.”

My eyes flickered to his pants unwittingly. He noticed and covered my hand with his other one, stilling my movements. My stomach sank, not knowing what to expect. He took a deep breath, steeling himself before speaking. “It’s not a big deal,” he said softly, more to himself than to me, “but I take a long time to finish with a new partner. I get nervous and then I get in my head and I can’t enjoy myself. I didn’t want you to spend an hour in that classroom trying to get me off when it probably wasn’t going to happen at all.”

I leaned forward and kissed him softly, squeezing his hands. “Thank you for telling me.”

He nodded, meeting and searching my eyes. I continued speaking. “But, you know that’s, like, the smallest ‘big deal’ that you could have said just now, right?” I teased, smiling and standing up to get closer to him, “I’m not trying to downplay something you were clearly nervous to tell me, but that is definitely something I can handle.”

He laughed, his tension melting away as he spread his legs so I could stand between them. He ran his hands down my arms softly, goosebumps following his fingers. “I do feel really comfortable with you,” he admitted softly, “so I hope it’s not going to be much of an issue tonight.”

I smirked at him as he backpedaled. “Not that I’m saying that we’re going to have sex! We don’t have to do anything, it’s just—“

I kissed him to stop his rambling. “Henry,” I murmured when I pulled back, holding his gaze, “I’m in your apartment on a Saturday night, I can’t keep my hands off of you, and I keep pulling down my neckline every time your back is turned. I obviously want to have sex with you.”

“I thought I was imagining the dress thing,” he laughed.

“It started at my collarbone and is now barely keeping my nipples in. At what point would you’ve stopped thinking that was a coincidence?”

“Probably once your tits were actually out on the counter.”

“I can make that happen.”

The oven timer went off, interrupting whatever flirty thing Henry was going to say next. He kissed me softly before getting up and checking the food. “I’m holding you to that,” he called over his shoulder.

We chatted as we dished out the food, moving around each other smoothly with occasional touches to each other’s waists for “balance.” Henry watched my reaction carefully as I took my first bite. I groaned loudly. “Fuck, that’s good,” I moaned.

George’s door opened. “Sounded like you guys were either having sex or eating Henry’s cooking,” he joked as he joined us in the kitchen, serving himself a heaping plate.

“Please, George, help yourself,” Henry said dryly.

George paused. “I’m being rude, aren’t I?”

Henry nodded slowly. “Sorry, folks,” George said gently, putting the plate down on the counter and retreating.

“You can take the food,” Henry laughed, “just get the hell out of here.”

George jogged back, saluted us, grabbed a fork, and took his plate to his room. Henry and I locked eyes and snickered. “Wow. Intrusive, but definitely harmless,” I laughed.

We ate in a comfortable silence, Henry’s hand resting casually on my thigh. I finished first, barely holding myself back from licking my plate clean. “Do you want more?” Henry offered, scooting the serving tray closer.

I nodded enthusiastically. He laughed and dished out another portion. I held his hand and struggled to eat with my non-dominant hand, unwilling to stop touching him even if it slowed down my eating. Henry finished his plate and rested his chin on his hand, watching me. “Why are you watching me eat?” I asked, my mouth full.

“Because you’re cute, and I’m happy you’re here,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, I’m cute, am I?” I teased, shoveling more food in my cheeks for comedic effect.

“You’re cute enough that I don’t want you to choke and die in my apartment, so slow the fuck down,” he laughed.

He knocked back the rest of his G&T. “I’m going to make myself another one. Would you like a refill?”

I nodded, waiting until I swallowed my bite before speaking. “I dare say, Mr. Yang, you do know how to spoil a girl.”

“This will all end the second I get you in bed. Then it’s all about me. Hope you like 30 seconds of bliss, because that’s all you’re getting.”

I knew he was kidding, but my panties dampened at the idea of him using me for his pleasure. I more than briefly wondered what his orgasm face would look like, imagining his large, warm body thrusting on top of me. My daydream ended when Henry set down my refilled glass in front of me and returned to his seat. We clinked our glasses, and I took a long drink, attempting to swallow my horniness along with the alcohol. He whistled low through his teeth. “I thought you were about to chug the whole thing.”

I raised an eyebrow and brought the glass back up to my lips, swallowing the remainder in two deep gulps. “That was somehow both horrifying and impressive. Like watching a snake eat a goat whole,” he marveled.

I hissed through my teeth at him like a snake. “Another refill?” he offered, laughing.

“I think I‘m getting brain freeze, so I’ll pass.”

I also knew that one more strong drink would have me tearing off his clothes in front of those big windows I had admired earlier. We shared the rest of the food on my plate and got up at the same time. “Sit down,” I ordered, pushing down on his shoulder to keep him in his seat, “You cooked, I clean.”

“I can’t ask you to clean up in my home.”

“Good thing you didn’t ask, then!”

I pulled on a large pair of yellow rubber gloves that were resting on the countertop and began piling dishes in the sink, thankful that George was staying in his room and not there to comment about a woman washing dishes. Henry kept me entertained with stories about his students while I cleaned up. I had to swat him away with a towel to prevent him from taking over and drying the dishes. It was nice. Comfortable. Domestic. I felt my chest tighten with panic. Was it too much too soon? He didn’t seem to notice as I fought back my commitmentphobia, keeping my back to him as I finished wiping water off the clean dishes with a towel and placing them on the drying rack. I took a deep breath in through my nose and out through my mouth, willing my heart rate to slow to a non-breakneck speed. By the time I draped the gloves across the edge of the sink and returned to stand next to Henry at the kitchen island, I felt practically normal. “Great teamwork!” he exclaimed, high-fiving me and holding onto my hand.

I leaned down and kissed him, shoving the remainder of my fears down and replacing them with the need to touch him. He immediately responded, standing up and cupping his hands under my ass to lift me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his shoulders, clinging onto him as he carried me. He broke the kiss so he could watch where he was going, and I took the opportunity to attack his neck with my lips. “I don’t actually have a movie picked out,” he admitted, walking us down the hallway.

“I wouldn’t have wanted to watch it anyway,” I panted, nibbling my way to his jaw.

He moaned softly as I sucked on the sensitive skin behind his ear, and he carried me into his bedroom.

Part three coming soon!

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