sorry for the delayed update guys! but i iz back lol. on to the 'fun'raiser!
I couldn't read Alfred's expression and the shock of the entire situation kept me rooted to my spot. He squinted although I'm sure he could read perfectly fine with his glasses on. Was he trying to recall the phone number? Hell, I'd given him enough to figure out if it was his sister. My hands were starting to sweat and the stretching silence in the room starting to irritate me. I needed to do something, say something.
But before I could gather my pride to do or say anything, Alfred looked up at me. I don't think I was so afraid of someone in my life, well aside from Amelia. I could practically hear the jail cell doors closing behind me. Alice will be crying and yelling about how awful of a man I was for not only cheating on her but with a student no less. Then there will be letters distributed upon my release, labeling me as some pedophile. I would never work again, and would be force to go back to England. Would Amelia at least miss me? Would she write me while I am in prison? Is that even important at the moment!
"Dude," Alfred broke my train of thought "someone is really looking for you. You got two messages!" he stood and handed me the phone, gathered the trash from our breakfast and walked in the kitchen. I took it, too amazed by my luck to even respond. Looking at the screen, he was right. It didn't say a number just 2 unread messages in white words. That's all. When I opened them, I could have fainted right there. They were from Amelia, but I powered of my phone quickly as Alfred returned.
"Say, could I call a cab on your phone? My phone just died." I asked.
Alfred raised a brow at my question. "A cab? No way bro; I can bring you home! I just need to find my keys." He started patting his pants pockets looking. I looking around the room as well, wanting only to get out of here and away from his as quickly as possible.
"I sat them somewhere…" he mumbled. Turning over the sofa cushions, not that that was really necessary. I located the keys on the coffee table and much to my gratitude we were out of his house.
Alfred talked the entire ride. Mind you, he talked over the godforsaken music he had blasting in his car. The music was loud enough without him trying to scream over it. But no, he had to yell, talking something about a sporting event he watched on TV the other night. American football, I think it was, not that I could hear him or that I watched this sport, to actively participate in the conversation. This didn't bother Alfred at all, he just babbled on and on, pausing only when I instructed him to which direction he should go.
"You said turn right here? I can't hear you man, speak up!" he yelled, with a confused look on his face after I damn near shouted at him to turn right.
Frustrated and possibly near deaf, I turned off the radio. Alfred made a face. "Artie what the hell! That was my favorite song! You can't touch another man's radio, in his car. Haven't you seen Rush Hour! Not cool man, not cool."
Enraged in countered his childish argument "You could hardly hear me over the bloody thing!"
"Dude, you don't have to yell, I'm right here." I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it again. As my mother always told me, it is useless to argue with idiots.
When home came into view, I was more than ready to get out of the car. I thanked Alfred and offered gas money. He turned it down, claiming that this is what 'bros' do for each other. I didn't argue, although I don't look at us in that manner. I'd only met the man the night before.
Once I was inside, I turned on the phone first, anxious to see what Amelia sent it. Sad, I know, I shouldn't be so worked up over this girl. But, there is no use denying it to myself. After last night, I don't think she has any doubts that I have some feelings for her. Obviously, she thought something to send me text messages. They couldn't be that inappropriate. She was at school after all, or at least she should be. What if it is a picture? What if she is at home, still in her nighties and she sent me a visual?
My heartbeat quicken as I when to the message section of my phone. And sighed in relief or was it disappointment when I saw it wasn't a picture.
Hey you! I heard you were 'sick' today? Yeah, right. It's ok though, I like bad boys :p
Is what the first message said. I chuckled. The little vixen was smart, I will say that much. I was, for lack of better words, ditching school because of a hangover. I opened the second message, which was just as innocent.
OMG! This sub is soooooooo boring! Wishing you was here instead!
She misses me? I will admit, a bit of pride swelled up in me then. Amelia was missing me and I liked it, as wrong as that was. I really, really needed to get a hold of myself. The more I thought about her, the more I was letting myself think it wasn't some terrible thing. I shouldn't even be rationalizing it, let alone anything else that might pass through my head. It was wrong, and I had to stop it. At this rate, I was doomed to end up in the national news for some sex scandal. Of course, then I would just wonder… would it maybe be worth it… just a little?
I sighed again, tossing the phone aside, and going into my bedroom. I needed a break from Amelia, to get myself together. I couldn't allow this to continue or for her to think it was okay. I had a woman already, a very special nice and real woman, who honestly deserved more attention that I have been giving her as of late. So tonight, I would call Alice and tell her I was coming over for the rest of week. But for now, I'm going to sleep.
The next morning, I called in sick and ordered a substitute for my classes on Friday. I told Alice I was ditching work and wanted to spend more time with her. She had me the whole weekend; I'd already decided it. She was a little surprised but agreed happily.
I occupied myself throughout all of Friday with whatever chores and errands I could keep myself busy with. Once Alice got off work, I hurried over to her place. My plan was to stay there all weekend, with no work, no secret calls and no Amelia. I didn't even want to go home; who knows what would happen there. Maybe Amelia would call me. Or I call her? With the way things were going, she'd probably show up at my door for crying out loud. No, I was going to stay the hell away and stick by my girlfriend's side. I would get my head screwed on straight and take on my problems next Monday.
Friday night, Alice and I went to her favorite restaurant. Afterwards, we went back to her place and enjoyed each other for the rest of the night. I even turned my phone off, just in case. This is how my life is supposed to be going. And it was okay if I had sexual thoughts about my girlfriend, because she was my girlfriend. That and she wasn't some teenage student. And things were going relatively fine. Honestly, I still thought of Amelia when I wasn't occupied with other things. But at least I wasn't obsessing over her every spare minute. That's an improvement, right? Baby steps.
It was early Saturday afternoon. The two of us had gone out for a jog; it felt great to finally get some legitimate exercise again (I was still too traumatized to return to the gym since this all started). We got back and Alice hopped in to take a quick shower. Once she was out, I we talked for a bit while she did her makeup, thinking up plans for that evening. All we had lined up so far was going to the post office. As she was finishing up, I finally got tired of being covered in sweat, so I jumped in to take my own shower.
I turned on my shower music, yes I have shower music. It's very manly, don't judge me. I got lost in the sound of symphonies as I cleaned myself up, enjoying the massage of the hot water and letting it relax my muscles. After wasting enough of her water by just standing around, I finally shut it off and dried myself off. I slipped on some shorts and put a towel around my neck, then shut off the radio.
It was then that I heard Alice's voice talking. I strained my ears to listen if she was trying to shout something at me, but it was just to someone else. Must be on the phone with a friend? Then I heard some laughter, and I immediately recognized two distinct voices. Hmm, she wasn't expecting anybody over today…
I looked around for a shirt but realized my spare stuff was in her living room. Oh well, not a big deal. I walked down the little hall into the room to get one and see who the company was. They were both sitting at a little dining table. Alice was on one side, showcasing a box full of jewelry that she makes as a hobby.
I think this was a classic example of my brain halting in denial, because it took me so long to realize who the guest was.
At least part of me knew, because I just stood there in my shorts, absent-mindedly rubbing the towel behind my ears. Both of them stopped talking and looked over at me. Alice piped up, "Oh! Honey, this is Amelia. She's actually a student at your school… She is going door-to-door to collect donations for their Senior Auction fundraiser!"
My face drained white as I made eye contact with my student. She was giving me a surprised, 'Who knew?' smile and slyly looking my body up and down. I stared back in disbelief. She was wearing tiny gym shorts and a tight t-shirt with our school's colors and mascot on it. A little ponytail escaped out the back of a baseball cap, and she had two streaks of eye-black painted on her face. My eyes trailed down her thighs and along her legs, which were covered up from about the knees down with tall white socks. She was dressed up like one of our softball players… one of our ultra-cute, young, sexy student softball players…
"Hi," I managed.
"I was showing her some of the jewelry I make… She thinks a few pieces of these might sell really well, so we're trying to pick some out!" Alice continued encouragingly.
"Oh… sounds great," I replied, still frozen in place.
My girlfriend glanced at the clock behind me and got up, "But I realized that I need to mail that package with Anne's present in it. If I don't get to the post office in a half hour, it'll be closed and I won't be able to send it 'till Monday. It'll get there too late!"
Amelia made a show of looking back in the jewelry box and picking through the different pieces, politely ignoring the conversation.
Alice walked up near me and grabbed her purse off of another table. "I had to let her in… What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't support your school?" she whispered smilingly at me. "But I am in such a rush! Just let her pick out a few pieces, I don't care which ones, okay?"
"Uh, sure… I mean… Are you sure you don't want to, uh- just pick some for her really quick?" I tried.
"I don't want to get there after it closes!" she pouted impatiently and started heading for the door with the package. "It was very nice to meet you, Amelia! Just choose whatever you think is best. I have this thing to go do, so you'll just have to deal with him in my place," she smirked sarcastically.
"Ya no problem! This stuff is totally great, thank you so much for supporting us!" Amelia chirped back.
And just like that, Alice was out the door and starting up her car. Not that I should be surprised, she trusted me whole-heartedly. Surely, she couldn't possibly dream of the danger she's just put me in.
I narrowed my eyes at nothing in particular, just thinking, 'Really? Is this even possible? How many fundraisers does this school have!'
"Well this is unlikely," Amelia said with some genuine surprise.
"Indeed it is. So, did you pick some necklaces and stuff?" My voice displaying my annoyance. It was no one's fault really, but that didn't stop me from being irritated at how fate likes to spite me. Was it even worth trying to be nonchalant?
"Um, not yet… Wanna help me decide?" she offered, tilting the box towards an empty chair next to her.
I paused for a moment, and then flatly replied, "No. You shouldn't even be here."
She raised her hands up in self-defense. "Hey, it's not like I planned this!"
I almost scoffed. "It wouldn't surprise me."
The chair pushed out from under her as she stood up, folding her arms across her chest. Her shirt pulled up and revealed a tantalizing slice of her midriff. My eyes reflexively bounced up and down her body. God she looks great in that outfit. The juxtaposition of young innocence, playful tomboy, and teenage lust was just… oof.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she retorted.
"Come on, don't play coy now. You've been after this for how long?" That's it… marshal the anger against her.
Her face turned bright red. "Ex-cuse me?" she look positively indignant. Her arms dropped down and she balled her hands into fists on her hips, cocking her head to the side a little. "After what?"
That was actually, a very valid question. I changed the subject "You should find whatever you need from Alice's jewelry and go." It dawned on me that maybe I shouldn't piss her off; I didn't want to give her a reason to turn hostile on me.
"No, answer me," she pushed.
I waved my hands in frustration, "I don't know! Just forget I said anything. You should- you need to go…"
"You think I just want sex, don't you?" She took a step forward. The way she punctuated the word 'sex' sent a shiver down my back. I felt the familiar surge down below as well. Suddenly I became very aware that I was practically naked in front of her.
I made a move for the couch on the other side of the room where one of my shirts was, but Amelia almost skipped in front of me.
"That's it, isn't it?"
"I didn't say that," I answered annoyed.
Then she put her hand on my bare chest. "Well you're thinking it," she stated.
I took a sharp intake of breath. Looking down into her eyes, I saw both a commanding desire and nervous apprehension. "Amelia I…you don't want to do this," I muttered.
Her hand traced down to my stomach. "And like, what if I do?" she asked quietly, softening her voice.
I gawked helplessly as her fingers tickled my skin. Her clothes were so tight around her body; I just wanted to grab her. I couldn't manage to say anything back. I had no control, no consciences to do anything. All of my attention was focused on the feeling of her fingers.
"Did you get my text the other day? I missed you in class yesterday…" she purred.
"Huh."
"You don't look very sick… I think you were playing hookie…" She brought her free hand down to one of mine and took hold of me, then brought my palm to lay flat against her tummy, pushing her shirt up. I couldn't find the wherewithal to pull it away.
"Yes, well… I wanted a day off…" my voice trailed as I focused on the feeling of that flat stomach.
"Maybe you're the one who needs to be punished…" Her smile was devilish as she pushed my hand further up her skin, pushing her shirt higher and higher. Now her entire abdomen was exposed, and God did it looked good.
"I beg to differ. You're the one who keeps- uh…" Was I reasoning with her, or flirting? I wasn't even looking her in the eye. I was just staring at her body. Something, somewhere in the back of my mind was telling me that I shouldn't, that this is wrong. But at this point, that little voice was quickly being drowned out.
Her hand on my stomach traveled down to my waist and she began to dig her fingers under the elastic band of my shorts. She took her other hand off of mine and grabbed my other free arm. I shivered from anticipation, my cock completely hard now. She guided my arm behind her and pushed it into her side. I went along with it and rested my hand on her ass, hesitantly squeezing it. I practically sighed from regret, removed my hand and took a step back. Her hand came from around the elastic of my shorts and it made a pop sound back into place. Damn my natural urge to be a gentleman.
There was still time to save myself from this. "We can't… we can't do this…" I told her, although everything about me screamed that I wanted to do this and I wanted her. Amelia looked at me from under her hat and frowned. It was an innocent, disappointed smile. It was not helping me in the slightest.
"Mr. Kirkland?" she asked and I think that is the first time someone said my name and made my face turn red.
I sighed and turn my back to her, "Don't say that!" What the hell else was she going to call you, Arthur?
Raking my hands through my still damped hair I walked around the couch so at least some space was between us. I need to think. I glanced at Amelia and did not like the look in her eyes. They twinkled with mischievousness and I gripped the top of the couch. She moved and I jumped.
"Stay right there!" I yelled and she laughed, running to my side of the sofa. I ran around until I was in front of it and she was behind.
"Amelia, I'm serious this is not a game. Stay right there." She laughed and winked.
"Mr. Kirkland…" she called, dragging out my name.
"Amel-" I didn't get a chance to finish before she circled the sofa again. She laughed and chased me, literally. I ran around in circles, scared out of my mind and her probably enjoying every bit of it. Here I was a grown man, running away from a teenage girl in girlfriends house no less. Then it hit me, I was the adult here. I didn't have to take this, or play this childish game with her. I was the adult. Granted the adult who was a little more than hot and bothered by his student, but I could take care of that later on my own. The main thing her was getting Amelia out of this house to save both of us.
So when she turned left on the back side of the sofa, I did as well so that we were face to face. Amelia, realized this too late and almost ran straight into me. I grabbed her shoulders to keep us from crashing into each other, obviously she was not excepting me to do that.
"Mr. Kirk-" she started but I would have none of that at this point. I'd had enough of her and innocent but insanely attractive childish ways.
"Stop that," I countered
"But I didn't even…" she tried.
"I don't want to bloody hear it. You need to go home, now."
She huffed and rolled her eyes, "Not like you didn't like it," she mumbled. I did like it.
"That's not the point. I just…we just,"
"Hmm?" she hummed and took a slight step forward, not that there was much distance between us to begin with. Amelia pursed her lips them let them go, and I stared like an idiot at them. They were so perfect, just like everything else about her.
Amelia took another step until I could practically feel her body heat on my bare chest. "We what?" she cooed, pulling on the towel that I still had around my neck. It was then I realized my hands were still gripping her shoulders, and through her thin shirt I felt the lumps of her bra strap.
I swallowed hard, this was not working how I planned. "We…uh…can't" I was at a lost for words. She dragged her fingers over my chest again, picking up where we'd left off. Oh wow… "Hmm… So at least you admit that you want it…" she cooed.
I don't think there was anything more I wanted in the world at that moment. "But, Alice…if she I tried to protest, but she continued to trail those fingers up and down, tickling what little hair I had, forcing me to lose all sense of concentration. My shorts were starting to feel tight all over again, and I'm sure Amelia noticed.
She sighed and hummed, concentrated on the small circles she was drawing up my chest towards my neck. Then she looked up at me through those lashes and I damn near stopped breathing. Was it possible to look so alluring in a baseball hat and black eye paint? Amelia reached up on her tip toes, and her breast brushed against my chest. Her arms wrapped around my neck nervously but determined.
With her eyes low she whispered in the sexist voice I've ever heard, "So,". I don't know who closed the distance, she or I but before I knew it those soft youthful lips that I had been dreaming of were on mine. And god it was so much better in real life than what I imagined.
My hands slipped over her shoulders and down her back, causing her shirt to life up a little. Amelia pressed closer to me as my hands traveled further down her side to rest on her hip. If this is what she wanted than I was not going to hold back. Not I could anymore at this point anyway. But she would know that I was not a child, or some little high school boy. I gripped my hands harder on her body hip and pulled her pelvis closer to me. Amelia gasped, breaking our kiss for a moment. But I pulled her right back into another one.
I ran my hands along her butt, sliding them down those tiny shorts and feeling the backs of her naked thighs. Was I really willing to do this? Alice could be home any minute… That last thought was barely a whisper when Amelia moaned a little at my touch. It put me in such a fog of lust that I couldn't think about anything. All I knew were emotions: anger, guilt, passion, desire, surrender…
She pushed her leg up against mine and it was my turn to moan when her hips rocked against my erection and she threaded her fingers in my hair. I pushed back, causing her to stumble into the back of the couch. The movement made us pull apart, both breathing heavily. The paint under her eyes was smeared a little bit now and her face was flushed. Strands of hair escaped down the front of her eyes that escaped from her hat. She appeared just about as amazed as I was. We started at each other, for a moment. The only sound was our ragged breathing and the steady 'tick… tick…' of the wall clock.
What… have… I… done…? I slowly stepped backwards, taking in what had just happened. Her body slumped down into the couch and turned to face me, we said nothing. I looked around dazedly for my towel, not knowing what else to do. I have to get her out of here… *now*… As I bent over to pick it up, the phone rang. I stood back up and the both of us turned to watch the mounted telephone ring three more times, then the answering machine kicked on.
"Arthur, are you there?" It was Alice on her cell.
A brief moment of waiting. "Hello…? Okay, maybe you're outside or cooking… Well I ran into my old friend Francine, you remember her right? It was so weird odd seeing her there. Well, I suppose I can just tell you about it later. At any rate, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to go have tea with her down the street here. I'll be back in forty-five minutes, maybe an hour. If you're cooking, please dear call Francis to help you!" Click.
My mouth hung open in dumb shock. I looked back over at Amelia and she was smiling from ear to ear. She got up off the couch and looked at me. Reaching one hand up, she took off her hat and dropped it into the couch. She looked around her, as if checking out the home. After looking down the hall and seeing the doorway into the bedroom, she looked back at me and tried to hide a naughty smile by pursing her lips shut. She turned away and started walking down to the room, pulling her shirt up over her head and dropping it on the floor on her way in.
Cheesy le cliffhanger! review, fav, follow(amelia into the bedroom!) hahahahaha
