Hey guys! So this is the last chapter of 'Taking Chances'. (yeah, I told you that it wasn't going to be too long). It's a pretty long chapter, since it sort of wraps things up, so brace yourselves. It's the longest one yet. But this is just a warning; this chapter contains some M rated material. (adult themes, sex, cursing, etc.)
I also need to thank each and every one of the people that reviewed. If it wasn't for you guys, I wouldn't be finishing this story.
Now on to chapter three:
Taking Chances
Chapter Three
Rachel took a deep breath as she watched Mr. Evans at his desk from the doorway. He seemed to be grading papers, probably the quiz that they had taken just yesterday. It had been a pretty easy test for the small girl; she'd always been pretty smart when it came to Shakespeare.
Alright Rachel, you can do this, she told herself, silently. Just tell him how you feel. You can't just keep avoiding this situation, forever. She slowly walked through the doorway, and up to his desk. Here goes nothing.
"M-Mr. Evans?"
"Rachel?" he looked up at her.
"I-I think that we need to talk." She told him, her voice shaking. "…about what happened, last Friday."
Sam shook his head, "Rachel, I-"
"Please, sir… we need to talk about this. I-If you're uncomfortable with talking about it, then I'll go first; we just need to figure this whole thing out."
"Alright," he sighed, "I guess that seems reasonable."
"Mr. Evans… I… I think I love you." She shook her head, "And I know that people would say that it's gross to fall in love with your teacher, or that it's just some stupid school girl crush, but it's not. You are the sweetest, most handsome, most charming guy I've ever met."
"Look, Rachel," Sam stood up from his chair, and walked around his desk so he was standing right in front of her, "I would be lying if I said that I don't have any feelings for you. In fact, every time I look into those big brown eyes, I feel like melting; seriously, I think you might need to start wearing a pair of sunglasses to class, or something. But we can't be together."
"Why not? I like you, and you like me. What else is there?"
The green eyed man sighed, running his fingers through his golden blonde hair. "Do you know that I could go to jail, if someone found out that I kissed you?"
Rachel thought for a moment, "We don't need to tell anyone. We could keep it a secret. Like Romeo and Juliet."
Sam shook his head, "Rachel, that's completely different."
"How? Romeo and Juliet fell in love, despite the fact that the society they were living in wouldn't approve of it. Do you know why? Because they loved each other."
He gave her a half smile, "I knew that you weren't having trouble with Shakespeare."
"Mr. Evans, please don't change the subject… do you love me?"
He looked down at his feet, before closing his eyes, running his fingers through his hair, once more. "Mr. Evans?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you regret… kissing me?"
He lifted his head, so his eyes were looking straight into hers, "Yes… and no… so much."
"Because I don't regret not pulling away. When we kissed… I felt something… like..."
"Fireworks?" he asked, wondering if she felt the same as he did.
"Yeah," she nodded, "like fireworks… just like fireworks." They stood there in silence, for a few minutes. It was awkward… but a good kind of awkward. Finally, Rachel decided to go out on a limb.
She pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Sam moaned into the kiss, and he lifted her up, placing her on his desk. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue. Rachel opened her mouth, granting him entrance, her hands running through his hair.
Sam's hands trailed up her plaid skirt, making their way up to her panties. He moaned as he continued to kiss her, teasing her tongue with his. We should stop, he thought, not wanting to face the embarrassing experience of getting caught making out with one of his students. He knew what they were doing was risky, and he knew that stopping would probably be the best idea; but once he felt her lips on his, the tiny ounce of self control that he had left in him, shattered, and he couldn't help but kiss her back.
Rachel shivered when she felt the rough texture of her teachers calloused hands go beneath the sides of her panties, goose bumps popping up all over her smooth skin. She reached up and quickly undid his tie, throwing it on the floor. As she felt him pulling her panties down her legs, the small girl managed to unbutton his shirt, and pulled it off of his shoulders.
After taking her first glimpse of a shirtless Mr. Evans, Rachel didn't think that she'd ever be able to tear her eyes away. His biceps were incredibly large, and his abdominals were bulging; compared to the bodies of her past boyfriend's, his body looked a lot like that of a Greek god.
Sam pulled her lips away from hers so he could pull her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in just her skirt and her pink satin bra. After a few seconds, he was already having trouble with the back of her bra. Rachel giggled and placed her hands over his directing them how to untie it, still kissing him all the while.
Rachel moaned as she felt Mr. Evans' hands move back and squeeze her ass. She could feel his erection press against her crotch, and it sent a sick thrill through her. The brown eyed girl wrapped her legs around his waist, whimpering, "ooooh," as she grinded herself against his groin. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with every movement that she made.
She hopped off the desk after undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, allowing her to easily pull them down his legs. The black boxers that he was wearing could barely hold back the cock that lay beneath them.
Sam groaned when he felt Rachel's lips kissing his throbbing member, making him squirm under her touch. The petite brunette slowly pulled the black piece of clothing down his legs, watching stick up even higher when it was free of being restrained by a piece of cloth.
For a few moments, Rachel just looked at his dick, awestruck. She'd seen pictures of the male organ before, but she never knew that some of them could be that… large. The wetness she could feel before was beginning to slide down the inside of her thigh, and she so badly wanted to stand back up and slide down onto Mr. Evans' hard cock.
She snapped out of her trance as she watched her hand reach out and grasp it in her hand. "Oh god, baby," she heard Mr. Evans moan, the moment that he felt her touch on his skin; it felt so good to be touched down there.
After a few seconds, Rachel slowly took the tip of his member into her mouth, her tongue slowly licking the head. In all honesty, Rachel had once sworn to herself that she would never put a man's penis in her mouth; she thought that the idea dirty, gross, and just downright revolting. But at that moment, it felt like the right thing to do; like all of those disgusting thoughts had just disappeared. Now that she was actually doing it, it wasn't so bad. It was definitely an unusual experience… but a hot one.
The moment that Sam felt Rachel's lips around his cock, his knees almost gave out, "Oh… god!" he threw his head back and moaned; his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw dropped open. He knew that having a sexual affair with a student was wrong, but at this point, he just didn't care. He didn't fight it, because he was already fighting and struggling with himself. He leaned back against the desk, so he would be sure that he would remain standing up.
Rachel didn't respond verbally, her mouth preoccupied with the task at hand. Her hands came up to grip his hips tight, urging him to thrust into his mouth. Her fingers slid over the curve of his hip, splaying against his buttocks, gripping firmly as she took more of his length into her hot, eager, mouth.
"Good girl… just like that," Sam's body trembled as she took even more of him with each thrust. He held onto her head and thrust into her mouth carefully, not wanting to hurt her. "Fucking Christ!"
Sam's body shook lightly, release building rapidly. "I'm close, Rach. You're mouth feels so fucking good," Rachel smiled around him more turned on than ever before. She reached underneath and gently cupped his balls, rolling them in between his fingers.
When his cock hit the back of her throat, his body trembled. He bit his lip hard and his knees became weaker than before. "I'm… gonna… cum!" His hips thrashed wildly as he hit his climax, and he couldn't hold it, anymore. He let himself go, hips thrashing wildly against her mouth.
Rachel tilted her head upward when she felt Mr. Evans cum in her mouth. She watched in awe at the spent man before her, never seeing a man ejaculate, or her English teacher lose control like this. His head flopped back, and she could tell that his eyes were still clenched shut.
The small girl stood back up, letting the blonde man catch his breath. Once Sam had almost complete control of his breath, he opened his eyes, meeting hers. He quickly picked her up and placed her on his desk, pressing his lips against hers.
Rachel moaned as they made out frantically, rolling the hot fluid off of her tongue and on to his. She wrapped her legs around her waist, his cock bumping up against her pussy. Sam bucked his hips against hers, already beginning to get hard, again. He could see, feel, and even smell how wet she was.
The green eyed man smiled down at her as he lowered her fingers under her unbelievably short skirt, gliding his finger up and down her slit, teasing her. "Oh, oh god, Mr. Evans!" she breathed out, her hips rocking against his hand. Her hands rested on the back of his head, tugging at his golden blonde hair.
Sam bit his lip and moaned as he continued his movements. His fingers were getting wetter and wetter as he continued to tease her. Rachel's thigh was rubbing against his cock, causing it to become harder than before, as he buried his face in between her breasts. He'd seen his fair share of breasts during his four years of high school, and then on through college; but there was no way that any of them could ever compare with Rachel's. The creamy white skin was so soft, and they were a perfect size; he could definitely see himself spending a lot of time, there.
"G-god… M-Mr. Evans…" Rachel whimpered, trying to move his hand away, "…P-please…"
"Please what?" he smirked; Sam wanted to make her squirm, to make her beg him for what she wanted.
"Mr. Evans… I need you inside of me… please…"
"Oh; okay," he placed the tip of his penis on her slick, wet flaps, looking into her big, brown eyes, "are you sure?"
When he saw her nod her head yes, he gently slipped himself inside of her. He gave her time to adjust, watching as she winced when he got her full member inside of her. Her insides clenched him so hard, that he had to go back to high school days, and think of the least hot thought he could come up with.
When the short girl began to rock her hips against his, he took that as his cue to start moving. He began to push in and out of her, moaning at the tightness and the wetness.
Her chocolate brown hair was falling over his shoulder as he cupped her ass, her thighs squeezing his hips even tighter than before. Leaving one arm draped around her waist, Sam brought his right hand up to squeeze her breast, his fingers palpating her nipple, occasionally switching from one breast to the other.
Rachel threw her head back and moaned, tugging harder at his hair. "Faster, Mr. Evans, Faster!" she cried out, unable to feel the kisses he was leaving all over her, such was the sensation inside of her. "Fuck me harder!" she bit his earlobe and angled her head to whisper raggedly in his ear, "Your dick feels so fucking good." He about blew his fucking load when he heard her cussing.
"Almost there, Rachel," he encouraged as he let go of her ass, jarring her back on her desk. He banged her harder on the wood planks before reaching down and flicking her clit. She arched her back, sending him deeper into her.
"Fuck!" he moaned, his pace becoming more frantic as he felt his climax come even closer, "You're so tight, baby!"
"M-Mr. Evans, I- oh my god!" A few thrusts later, the sensation was too much for Rachel, and she lost all control, cumming around his member.
"Baby, I- oh shit!" When Sam felt Rachel cum around him, he couldn't hold it back, anymore, and he let out a loud grunt, spilling himself inside of her.
The petite brunette whimpered as she came down from her high. Sam thrust a few more times, riding out his orgasm.
The pair relaxed as their climaxes ended, Rachel's head buried into Sam's chest. "R-Rachel," he breathed, his body still trembling. "I… you're so beautiful, Rachel; the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And you know I'm not just saying that because of what we just did."
Rachel smiled, looking up at him through her long, dark eyelashes, "Mr. Evans… I want to stay with you forever. I don't want to date Finn, or Jesse, or Noah… I just want to be with you, and no one else."
"Yeah," he smiled at the thought, running his fingers through her streaming hair. After a few minutes of silence, Sam realized what he had just done: He had just had sex with a seventeen year old girl, a minor. He saw what happened to those guys, on the news. When people start to find out, the teacher ends up in prison. The blonde man quickly pulled away from her and reached down, beginning to collect his clothes.
"Did I do something wrong?" The small girl asked, shaking her head in confusion.
"No, Rachel," he sighed, "It's just… I can't do this."
"Oh god, it's that I'm ugly isn't it?" Rachel's voice began to crack, the tears welling up in her eyes, "Why am I never pretty enough? It's not my fault that I don't look like Quinn Fabray!"
"Quinn Fabray?" he shook his head in confusion, "That blonde girl that's in my fifth period class? Why do you want to look like her?"
"Why shouldn't I?" the tears were now beginning to fall from her eyes, "Almost all of my boyfriends have picked Quinn Fabray over me. She's the most popular girl in school. She's beautiful, and I'm… disgusting."
"How can you say that, Rach? You're beautiful; don't let anyone tell you, otherwise."
"If I'm so beautiful, then why don't you want to be with me?"
Sam sighed, "It's not that I don't want to be with you, Rachel, I'm just… too old for you."
"Well," Rachel thought for a moment, "How old are you?"
"Twenty two."
"That's not that old; I heard that Ashton Kutcher is married to a woman that's ten years older than him."
"Well that's different," Sam said, retying his tie.
"How?"
"Because," he sighed, "Ashton Kutcher isn't a minor."
"Who the hell cares?" she exclaimed, her sobs becoming louder, "Who cares if I'm a minor? Who cares that you're five years older than me? I love you! I love you more than I've ever loved anyone, before! Why should it matter?" She screamed, "All that should matter is that we love each other; because I don't give a shit about what other people think! And neither should you!"
"Rachel," he shook his head, "you and I both know that if you were just a few years older, I'd date you in a heartbeat."
"Age! Doesn't! Matter!" she exclaimed, "You're such a hypocrite! How could you teach us about Romeo and Juliet, a story where two people risk everything for love, even though they could get in serious trouble for just being around each other, when that same kind of love is right in front of you, and you're just pushing it away?"
"Rachel, I-"
"Can't?" She finished, "I get it. Just… please, don't give me any more excuses. I'll get out of your life; I'm sorry if I bothered you," she quickly put all of her clothes back on, and walked out of the room, leaving Sam alone, to think about everything she said.
~S~R~S~R~S~R~S~R~
Rachel sighed as she sat down on her living room couch, holding a cup of hot chocolate in one hand, and the remote control in the other. It was a cold and rainy September Friday, so it felt really nice to just kick back and relax in her sweats.
The brown eyed girl was about to turn on the T.V. when she heard the doorbell ring. She got up off the couch and walked up to the door. She opened the door, to see the face of her favorite teacher.
"Mr. Evans?" she shook her head in confusion, "what are you doing here?"
Wow, he thought as he looked down at her, even with just sweats on, she is absolutely the most beautiful girl in the world. "Rachel, I've been thinking about what you said in the classroom, today… you know, after we…"
"Had sexual intercourse?" she finished.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"How did you know that my dads aren't here?" she asked, curiously.
"I remember when we were driving to my apartment, and you told me that you were feeling lonely, because your fathers were on a business trip."
"You remembered that?" she asked, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Well… yeah," he sighed, "You were right."
"About?" she shook her head.
"About age not mattering. When I'm around you, I feel… I feel like my life is complete. And you know what? I don't care if we have to keep this a secret! I… I love you, Rachel."
The small girl smiled her thousand watt smile, "I love you too, Mr. Evans." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss onto his lips.
Sam smiled back at her, "But there's one more thing."
"What?" She tilted her head in confusion.
"When we're alone, like right now… don't call me Mr. Evans."
"Then what do you suppose I call you?" she smirked.
"Sam," he wrapped an arm around her waist, "Call me Sam."
"Sam," she smiled, "is that your first name?"
"Yeah," he nodded.
"Well then I love it," she rested her head on his shoulder, "I can't wait to learn more about you,"
"And I can't wait to learn more about you," he paused for a moment, "So I was thinking… since it's pretty gross outside… maybe we could go back to my place, order some Chinese food, and watch a movie… a-and you can spend the night… if you want."
"Sam Evans," she smirked, "Are you implying that we have sex? Didn't you get enough, this afternoon?"
"Of course I did," he chuckled, "I just wanted to… you know… fall asleep with you in my arms."
"Oh; well… that's different."
"So… do you want to?"
"Yes," the brown eyed girl smiled, "I couldn't think of anything more perfect."
Fin
And that's it. So what did you guys think about the ending? Too rushed? I'm thinking about making a sequel (that's much, much longer than this little fic). I know that I haven't updated 'SOWK' in a while, but I feel that I've lost all my inspiration for it. I know what I want to write, but the words just don't seem to flow. Whenever I sit down to it, I always think 'eh'. But I am going to continue writing it; as soon as my writers block goes away, I'll use all my focous that's not in school on it, to make up for lost time. I'm jst taking a short break from it. Plus, I just have so many ideas of what could happen next for this couple, and none of them will leave my head; and I've really enjoyed writing it. I just feel that there are so many possibilities to what I can do with this story line, and I really want to see where it goes.
I would also like to send a shout out to Keating's Disciple (Love the name, by the way. I've probably watched 'Dead Poets society' over a hundred times; Robin Williams was just incredible in that film) not only do I need to thank you for your wonderful review, but also for those movies. I looked up the trailers to both of them right after I read your review, and rented them today, from blockbuster. I'm going to watch both of them later today. I think that they are defiantly going to be a lot of help when I write the sequel.
Anyway, I want to make sure that enough people actually liked this story, before I commit to a very long multi- chap. (I'm thinking that the story will follow Sam and Rachel for about five years) So if you've read this, and have liked it at all, please, please, review! I NEEd to know if people enjoy my writing! :)
