In the week that followed, David agreed to go into rehab, citing a personal leave from the hospital, Jess took on more responsibility for his baby sister, and things began to…settle. After school on Thursday, Sydney ran home and prepared for that night's board meeting. She and Nathan were finally presenting their mentoring program. She showered and redressed a bit more professionally, then returned to campus around six in the evening. Everything went smoothly and the board was not only receptive, but positive. Once the meeting finished, Nathan stayed and spoke to some of the board while Sydney went to her room to collect a few papers she wanted to read that night.
"Miss Turner," a male voice came through Sydney's door, startling her. "We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Adam Sedgwick." He closed the door behind him then approached her desk, extending his hand. He had sat in on the presentation. She took his hand and shook it firmly, feigning confidence. "You and Gardner put quite a bit of preparation into that little show, hm?"
"Uh, show…sir?" she asked, unsure of just what was happening, and not happy about her door being shut.
He laughed, the sound cold. "Of course. You don't think any of that will ever be put into play do you?"
"I'm sorry, but the board seemed to think it would work out well."
He shook his head, laughing louder. "You have no idea how this works, do you?"
Sydney found herself becoming offended. "Nathan and I worked on that for months, it will work. It'll pull money and student teachers into the district and…"
"You know who else has been working for months, Miss Turner?" Sedgwick asked, lowering his voice. She didn't answer him. "The baseball team. Training all through the off season, but they lost their first two games already." He saw confusion wash over her face. "You worked hard on something that won't pay off and now all of those young men are in the same position. You had their coach fired…"
Sydney stood up, suddenly very uncomfortable. "Teams win games, not their coaches; especially not ones that are using things that impair their judgment."
Sedgwick rolled his eyes. "I'm pretty sure your bruises are healed and had you not led him on…"
Her eyes went wide. "Please tell me you have a cruel sense of humor…"
"Of course that situation has other repercussions for you. Having Gardner get involved…"
She swallowed, her throat tight. "I didn't get him involved. He heard me yell and…have I done something to you?"
His answer was swift. "You got the man that makes college recruiters come to this district fired."
"He got himself fired…"
"I hope Joe hasn't been stringing you along about being hired here, Miss Turner. He doesn't have the power to get you a permanent position here, I do…and I won't be recommending you."
Sydney's face was warm and her breath shallow, she was dizzy with anger. "You…" she choked on the word. "I've raised the average grades across all of my classes, I volunteer my time on a consistent basis, the kids trust me…"
"You got a good man fired over nothing, Miss Turner, that simply doesn't bode well for you."
"A good man? The female students here felt uncomfortable around him! He leered and…you don't hire people, the board does," she said sharply, forcing tears to stay in her eyes. "Several board members apologized profusely for what Rick had done. They also said that he was to have been let go be…"
Sedgwick walked closer to her, causing her to back up. "When I want things to happen, they do, just ask your 'mentor.' He's no longer principal because I fired him."
"Yet he's back in the position he loves."
Sedgwick smiled. "He's a teacher. No power over anything anymore."
Sydney shook her head. "I'm sorry if you think it's all right for one of your faculty members to harass another…"
"Gardner nearly broke Rick's jaw, but because of you he's safe and sound while Rick won't be hired anywhere else." He tilted his head and stared at her. "You're nothing special, Miss Turner." He turned and walked to the door. "I've taken you off of the chaperone list for the senior trip. No need. Oh, and I'll be making a few phone calls both inside and outside of the district." He left and Sydney knew exactly what he meant.
She leaned against the shelving under the windows, seething for close to five minutes, when Nathan arrived. "You ready, baby?" he asked, smiling. He then saw her face. "Syd?"
"Close the door, Nathan," she said her voice low. He did as she requested. "Lock it." Once the door clicked, the look in her eyes changed. Only the back row of lights were on, which left the front of the room dim. She didn't want to talk about what happened, not now. She was hurt and angry and wanted to feel in control of something. She went to him and removed his messenger bag, tossing it to the floor, then kissed him, biting at his lower lip. "You offered, remember?"
Nathan understood immediately, but had no idea just what had gotten into her. "I remember."
She kissed him again, her fingers tangling in his hair. She made him take note of the dominance in her as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. "I…" She doubted herself for a split second.
"Whatever you need," he whispered, his heart beginning to race.
She released him and sat on the edge of her desk. She beckoned for him with one finger and he was in front of her instantly. He bent and kissed her, feeling her need for him. She reached for his hair again and deepened the kiss. After a moment, she knew what she wanted. She broke her mouth away from his and, fingers still knotted in his hair, pushed his head down…low. She spread her legs and he smirked. His hands stroked her calves then slid up the outside of her thighs. Her hips moved and her and fingers massaged his scalp, not letting him go. He lifted her skirt and her legs spread further, damp cotton waiting for him. She pulled his head, bringing him closer to her sex, and his tongue lapped at the soaking fabric.
She stifled a moan, then commanded, "Bite." He found her clit through the cotton with ease and bit down. She loosened her grip on his locks and stroked his hair. "Good boy," she panted. "More." She felt him pull her panties aside and cried out as licked her folds. He held her hips in place, keeping her back from arching as it always did. He found immense pleasure in this act, enjoying her taste and scent, and more so the fact that she loved and craved him going down on her. "Nathan," she whimpered, being much kinder to his hair. He slid his tongue in and out of her while he just barely grazed the little bundle of nerves he had bit a few moments beforehand.
He ceased his actions for a moment and looked up at her blushing face. "Baby, you okay?" he breathed. She nodded, licking her lips. "Something set you off, hm?" He replaced his tongue with his finger, never breaking eye contact. She gasped and nodded again. He rose from his knees, adding a second finger to her, and bent over her body. He put his lips next to her ears and panted. "I love fucking you, baby. Fingers, tongue, cock…all of it. If this is what makes you feel better…" He picked up his pace, and brought her close, but wouldn't let her fall. "Hm mm, I'm not done down there just yet." He caressed her face with his free hand. "I'm going to make you come, then I'm going to fuck you on the desk that you sit at every day."
Sydney couldn't breathe and the room began to spin. When she finally pulled oxygen into her lungs, Nathan's fingers left her body and she felt him spreading her apart. He licked her with long, deliberate strokes, moaning into her skin, the vibrations making her body writhe. He suckled, nipped, and teased before finally doing what he told her he loved to do, his tongue once again darting in and out of her. He stroked her clit in two rough circles and she put her hand over her mouth as her body tensed.
She watched as Nathan stood and undid the belt of his pants. At first she thought he had taken away the control she wanted, but as her head cleared from the euphoric haze, she realized he hadn't. He had honed in on what she wanted and needed. She started to sit up and Nathan looked at her with questionable eyes. "I want to taste you too," she said, her voice firm. Nathan freed himself through the fly of his pants and Sydney left the desk to go to her knees, engulfing him right away. She fought against natural reflexes and took him into her throat.
Sydney's hair was now the coif being assaulted as Nathan's fingers grasped at it. "Fuck, Syd…" She released him and focused on the tip, looking up at him as she did so. She knew he liked when she looked at him while sucking on his length. "S…stop, baby." He gently pushed her back and closed his eyes, calming himself. He exhaled and opened his eyes. When he opened them, Sydney was sitting back on her desk, legs spread wide, but her skirt covering what Nathan wanted. He stroked himself as he walked toward her. "How many places are we going to fuck in this school?" he whispered.
Sydney smiled. "Every one we can get away with." She grabbed his tie and pulled him to her, their lips meeting and tastes mingling. "Make me see stars, baby."
Without thought Nathan lifted her skirt and slammed into her body. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he drove himself deep within her. "Shit, in my jacket…"
Sydney shook her hear. "I'm over worrying about that. Worst thing that could happen is a baby, right?"
Nathan smiled, but only for a second. "Right."
"Now…" Her thought was never finished as Nathan's hips pistoned again. "Oh, God," she groaned, forcing herself to be quiet. "Harder," she begged, "I don't need to walk tomorrow."
Nathan pulled her body closer to the edge of the desk and his hands grasped her backside. His strokes were rough and hitting all the right spots. "Getting so wet," he breathed. "So fucking hot and tight…" He felt her release and he did the same, spilling deep within her. He didn't leave her body as he helped her to sit up. He kissed her, infinite passion in the act. "This can't be normal," he breathed, resting his forehead against her. "Not at my age."
Sydney laughed. "Now you know math and I aren't exactly friends, but I'm pretty sure age is nothing more than a silly number."
"Are you going to tell me what happened that brought that on?"
She nodded. "Later, I promise. I'm still enjoying you right now." She moved her hips just a little and saw him shudder. "You've turned me into a raging nymph."
"You?" he asked, now laughing as well. He held her, breathed her in.
Sydney rested her head against his chest, listening to his heart. "I love you." She looked up at him and felt him slide from her body. Her voice was distant when she added, "I don't care about getting hired. I don't care about being blackballed…you're the best thing that ever could have happened to me here."
