This chapter follows the events of The Teacher but reading The Teacher is not necessary to understand this. All you need to know is that Helia was Flora's teacher but she has since graduated. They have a secret relationship because while Flora is no longer his student, a teacher and student suddenly getting together right after graduation would be a little suspect. If you want all the juicy details, read The Teacher :) Honestly, I am just trying to fit in a school girl kink story. Also, don't have relations when either party is drunk or under the influence but this relationship is already pretty unethical so might as well muddy the waters a little more.

Helia and Flora- ...Baby One More Time

The early August air was hot as Flora sat on her porch, swinging in the old porch swing as she flipped through the pages of a book. Her shoes sat on the wooden slats of the porch, the air moving along her feet as she swung and the haphazard breeze ruffled through her mint green sundress.

The breeze blew through the windchimes, pulling Flora from the book and causing her to look up. The sun was beginning to set and she knew that she better head inside, Stella and Aisha would be there soon to pick her up.

It was the Saturday before Stella's birthday and Stella wanted to have one last party before they all went their separate ways to college. Stella was going to attend her mother's alma mater, Alfea College, an all-girls school that made her parents happy. Little did they know how...involved Stella was with Brandon. Lucky for Stella, Brandon would be attending Red Fountain, the all-boys college across town from Alfea. A little tidbit that Stella had withheld from her parents.

Aisha would attend Domino University where she would study kinesiology and sport's medicine. Her boyfriend Nabu is set to attend Red Tower University, about an hour away from Domino University.

Nonetheless, Stella wanted to celebrate and throw an amazing birthday party. However, this was Stella and a birthday party was never just a birthday party. Stella was a sucker for a theme and every year, her birthday party always had a theme. She thought that it would be fun before the reality of the summer ending and school starting came crashing down. It was time for fun.

One year, Stella had decided that the theme would be mythology. Stella dressed as Aphrodite, Aisha as Artemis, and Flora went as Persephone. Another year it was a murder mystery where everyone dressed up as film noir characters and played a murder mystery. Every year, it was another theme and Stella's party was the only party that Flora allowed Stella to drag her to. How could she deny her friend attendance at her birthday party? Would Stella even let her?

This year, however, was one of the strangest themes. Stella had insisted on a Britney and Boy Band themed party. Either come dressed up as an iteration of the pop icon Britney Spears or as a member of one of the various 90s and early 2000s boybands. Stella insisted that she choose the outfits that Flora and Aisha wore, saying that it would be the last time that she would get to dress them. All Flora and Aisha could do was to grin and bear it.

Standing up from her spot on the swing, Flora grabbed the book and made her way inside where she smelled the dinner that her mother was making and saw her father sitting in his usual large chair, reading a book, a glass of iced tea on the small table on the side of the chair. It had been almost three months since her father had returned home; since Helia had brought him back to her family. A debt that she could never repay and one that Helia insisted she never needed to.

The night that her father came back to her was the night of the prom and the night that would change her life forever. It was the night that Helia, her senior English teacher, would tell her that he loved her and she would tell him that she loved him. Thus, starting a relationship that could only stay between the two of them.

Heading to her room, Flora felt her phone buzz and she pulled it out of the small pocket in her sundress. She smiled as she looked down at her phone, the letters HS shining across the screen.

HS: These white cosmos look amazing here at the conference center.

There was a picture of a small patch of bright, white cosmos that stood stark against a large red brick wall. Helia was at an end-of-summer teacher's retreat and conference for the week and had been sending Flora discreet pictures of the interesting things that he had seen as well as sending her interesting tidbits that he had learned during his time at the retreat.

Another buzz of her phone.

HS: I think that the dahlias will come in soon at my place. Krystal gave me the seeds and she was not very forthcoming about the color so it shall be interesting to see what pops up. Want to place your bets?

Flora giggled as she looked down at her phone.

"What are you laughing at?" Alyssa asked as she looked over to Flora as she walked through the kitchen.

Flora looked up and tried to hide the smile.

"Nothing," Flora answered, "Stella just said something funny."

"Is she still on her way?"

"I believe so. It's the night of Stella's party, I am surprised she hasn't barged through her already."

Alyssa took the wooden spoon on the kitchen counter and began to stir the meal that was cooking on the stove.

"You know to be safe tonight. I don't wan-"

"Mama, you know me." Flora gave her mother an exhausted look. "I go to Stella's party because by all intents and purposes, I have to. I'll probably be home before Miele is in bed."

Alyssa looked at her daughter and sighed, "I know, but that doesn't mean that I don't worry."

"I know but I will have my phone with me and I will let you or papa know if anything happens."

"You have always been so responsible." Alyssa gave Flora a small smile before she returned her attention to the cooking dinner.

If only she knew how "responsible" she was. If only Alyssa knew how Flora had begged her teacher to finish inside of her in the back of the classroom or how she had lied to her about spending the night at Aisha's, Stella's, or Mirta's place when in fact, she was over at her former teacher's house, most likely underneath him. Very responsible. Very honest.

Flora walked out of the kitchen and looked down at her phone and began to type back her response to Helia.

F: Pink. Like the color of my prom dress.

She hit send and soon there was another buzz but this time, it was Stella, letting Flora know that she would be there in a few minutes. Flora put the book that she was reading outside on the edge of the large desk in the room that she shared with her little sister. She sat on the edge of her bed and fell back, her back hitting the firm mattress.

Another buzz of her phone and Flora held the phone up to her face.

HS: And what are you willing to wager?

Flora smirked as she thought of her response.

F: They aren't expected to bloom until the end of the month. I won't be here to collect my winnings.

HS: Winnings?

F: I know that I am right.

HS: I tend to find that you usually are, Ms. Cortez.

Flora smiled, content with Helia's response. She rose up in her bed, now seated upright. She looked down at her phone and bit her bottom lip in contemplation as her thumb hovered over the small green icon. By pure impulse, she pressed down on the screen of her phone and the sound of ringing could be heard through the speaker of the phone. Flora quickly put the phone up to her ear and silently waited.

"Hello there."

She wanted to melt under the sound of his deep voice.

"Flora?"

She blinked rapidly, the sound of her name bringing her back to reality.

"Uh, sorry. I know I shouldn't call you when there are people around."

"Where are you?" Helia asked out of pure curiosity.

"I'm home. Just in my bedroom but Miele or my parents could walk in any minute."

"I see." she could hear a slight chuckle in his voice. "And you thought to call me?"

"I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you."

"I miss you too but I will be back tomorrow morning," Helia reassured her.

"I know," Flora smiled, "I have been counting the minutes."

"There might be a chance that I might be home by tonight. Waiting to hear from Superintendent Smith if I have to stay for the final event of the night."

Flora perked up, "So you might be here by tonight?!"

She could hear Helia laugh on the other end of the phone, "I thought that Ms. Solaria's birthday party was tonight?"

"But you know that I would much rather be with you."

"Now, Ms. Cortez, you are starting to sound desperate."

"Only because I am." Flora rolled her eyes.

There was a moment of comfortable silence as they listened to each other breathe. It was comfortable and Flora felt a sense of calm as she listened to the deep breath of the man on the other end of the phone.

"I love you." Flora sighed wistfully, breaking the silence.

"I love you too," Helia replied softly.

There was a faint knocking sound coming from deep in the house. Flora could hear the front door open and the sound of Stella's bright voice filling the small house.

"Stella is here," Flora announced matter of factly.

"Best not to keep her waiting," Helia replied.

"Let me know if you get in tonight?"

"And spoil your fun? Not a chance. You will just have to wait until tomorrow."

"You are so mean." Flora pouted.

"Good night, Flora. Have fun."

Flora didn't have time to protest when she heard the call end. She pulled her phone away from her ear and saw that Helia did in fact, end the call. She frowned and glowered down at the phone in annoyance, wishing that she could have convinced him to call her the minute he was back in Magix. But she soon forgot her disappointment when Stella and Aisha came barging into her room.

"Flora!" Stella yelled, "Let's get going! I tried calling you and the phone went straight to voicemail and so I had to get out of my car and come and get you!"

"Sorry, I was on the phone with...my advisor from Linphea." Flora quickly lied. Stella didn't need to know that Flora only contacted her advisor through email. Better an advisor than their former teacher who she so happened to be sleeping with.

"Ew, calling a school on a Saturday? Thank goodness I came when I did." Stella reached forward and pulled Flora up and out of the room.

"Now let's get going."

Dark gray thigh-high socks dug into the flesh of Flora's thighs as she walked with Stella and Aisha to Brandon's house. Stella's party was going to be at her house but her parents had just recently had another argument and Stella claimed that the "vibes" were off. Brandon was more than willing to accommodate, his parents always out of town and pretty "chill" as Brandon liked to claim.

"I can't wait to see, Brandon. He better die when he sees me." Stella beamed as she skipped ahead of Aisha and Flora. The sparkly, skintight, jumpsuit glimmering under the streetlights.

"You know that he would love anything that you would wear, Stell." Aisha folded her arms over her chest.

Stella continued to skip ahead, leaving Aisha and Flora to walk behind her. Aisha was dressed in a latex red jumpsuit and her curly hair had been straightened and slicked back. Flora wore a shirt gray skirt and a white button-up shirt tied showing her midriff; a gray cardigan on top of that. When Flora wasn't trying to cover herself up, she would mess with the ends of her long, brown hair, now twisted in braided pigtails. Flora and Aisha had allowed Stella to pick their outfits as she was the birthday girl. Aisha dressed as Britney from the Oops, I Did It Again video, Flora as Britney from the ...Baby One More Time Video, and Stella dressed in the sparkly bodysuit from the Toxic video.

The sound of music grew louder and louder as Flora, Stella, and Aisha came closer to Brandon's house where the party was just getting started. While some people would have been upset that their own birthday party started before they had got there, Stella loved to be fashionably late and for the party already to be in full swing.

As the trio approached the house, Flora looked around to see all of the different iterations of Britney Spears and members of various boy bands. Baggy clothes, sunglasses, and frosted tips were in abundance as the thumping bass of music of the late 90s and early 2000s mingled with the sounds of conversations.

"Brandon! What the Hell are you wearing?!"

Flora snapped her head around to see Stella standing in the middle of the living room, Brandon standing in front of her wearing the blue flight attendant outfit from the Toxic video.

"What?" Brandon shrugged, "You said to dress as Britney or Boy Band. I chose Britney. Don't be mad because I look better than you do, babe."

Stella crossed her arms and huffed.

"You are really something else," Stella replied, unable to really be mad.

Brandon wrapped an arm around Stella's shoulders and pulled her close to him, "I know. And you are the most beautiful and sexy Britney here."

A blush crept across Stella's cheeks as she looked up at Brandon's face and giggled when she looked closer to see makeup.

"Where did you get makeup from?" Stella asked as she pressed a finger to Brandon's lipgloss-covered lips.

"I might not be a super-rich Solaria but I can afford my own makeup," Brandon answered with a chuckle.

"You bought makeup?"

"Uh yeah, I wasn't going to half-ass this. I either had to go in all the way or not do it all. The number of pins from this wig digging into my scalp...far too much." Brandon ran a large hand over his blonde wig-clad head.

"You know that you could have just gone as a boy band member. You would have made a good JC Chasez." Stella brushed back a piece of Brandon's blonde wig.

Stella and Brandon went back and forth and Flora decided to leave the couple and make her way over to the snack table to grab a cup of punch. Aisha had already found Nabu, dressed as Omarion from B2K, and already hit the dance floor.

Flora leaned against the table and sipped the bright red punch, the tartness of the punch burning her throat. She never had punch that burned this much. But she kept sipping and observing. She tried to look for a familiar face and a face that she would want to talk to. She didn't see Karel or Mirta. Had they already left for college? She certainly had hoped not or else she would have been alone the whole time she was there.

"CORTEZ!"

Flora turned around and saw Riven barreling towards her. Since when did Riven want anything to do with her.

"Um, hi, Riven," Flora responded sheepishly as Riven stood in front of her, swaying on his feet, clearly drunk.

"Cortez," Riven placed a hand on Flora's shoulder, another hand holding a cup of the bright red punch, "you listen to me. I want to apologize for calling you a nerd all of these years. You are a nerd but I shouldn't have called you that."

"Um, thank you?" Flora replied. What the Hell had gotten into him?

"Sweet. Did you know that my girlfriend is going to Linphea? She is so hot and nice and sweet and smart and..."

"She sounds lovely." Flora smiled.

"She is. She makes me want to be kinder to everyone. So I wanted to say sorry."

"Riven, I have a feeling that you won't remember this apology in the morning but it still means a lot. We are good. I really am a nerd."

"The biggest. Super nerd Cortez."

Flora's smile fell, "Alright, I get it. I thought that you were apologizing?"

"Yeah, so-" Riven was cut off when something caught his eye and caused him to leave from in front of Flora, "yo, Jackson!"

Flora rolled her eyes as Riven left but just as he left, Karel had appeared in front of her.

"...Baby One More Time, Britney? Iconic." Karel smiled as he took a sip of his drink.

"It was Stella's decision."

"Remind me to thank, Stella. You look good, Cortez." Karel gestured to Flora's outfit.

Flora looked down and resisted the urge to cover herself up.

"Thank you, Karel." Flora smiled.

Karel ran the hand not holding his cup through his hair, "Are you sure that there is no way that we would have had something between us because...damn, Flora." He looked her over, his eyes stilling momentarily over her midriff and cleavage.

"I am sure." Flora put the cup to her lips and took a drink.

"Damn."

Flora giggled as she swallowed a gulp, finishing the punch before turning around and refilling her plastic cup. She took another drink, the punch burning as it fell down her throat.

"Like, are you sure?" Karel asked again.

"Yes, Karel." Flora rolled her eyes.

"Well, if you ever change your mind..."

Flora's mind automatically went to Helia and the memory of his hands on her and the way he said he loved her.

"Not going to happen, Karel."

Karel shrugged as he took another sip of his drink and Flora took another large gulp of her drink, the air between them becoming sufficiently awkward.

"Well, I'm gonna go talk to Roxy. Slave 4 U Britney is also just as nice." Karel said as he threw the rest of his drink into his mouth and swallowed. "Wish me luck."

"You are a dog, Richardson."

Karel placed his empty cup in the garbage can at the side of Flora and gave her a coy wink as he left her side and went over to Roxy.

Flora sighed as she finished her second cup of punch and refilled her cup for the second time, the punch becoming more and more irresistible. However, the more she drank, the more she wished that Helia could be with her right now. Dancing with her on the dance floor or making out outside on the porch. Why did he have to be her teacher? Why did she have to fall in love with him of all people? Why? Because to her, he was perfect. Poor Karel could never compare.

Two cups turned to three and then four. Flora began to feel light on her feet but her head was heavy as she made her way to the dance floor where she began to dance with Aisha and Nabu, who eagerly welcomed her as their friend and third-wheel. There was no way that Flora was going to get in the middle of Brandon and Stella. Aisha and Nabu weren't as inseparable.

Flora danced and sang with Aisha, leaving some partygoers to comment on how "loose" and "relaxed" Flora looked; as if she could actually have some fun and that she wasn't a complete stick in the mud.

The night seemed to pass in a blur when Flora felt Aisha's hand on her shoulder, stopping her dancing.

"Nabu and I are going to walk down the road to that cafe and get some food. You should come with us. You had a lot of punch." Aisha yelled over the music.

"What does me having a lot of punch have to do with food?" Flora asked, her head cocked to the side in confusion. Her green eyes were glassy and a thin layer of sweat covered her face and chest.

"Oh, hon..." Aisha shook her head as she let out a breathless chuckle, "I have a feeling you didn't know about the special punch."

"Special punch?"

"Flora," Nabu jumped in, "you're drunk."

"What?!" Flora exclaimed in disbelief, "No I'm not!"

Aisha and Nabu shared a quick look and brought their attention back to Flora. Nabu wrapped his arm around Flora's shoulders.

"Come on, Cortez." Nabu led Flora through the house, Aisha at his side, "Let's get you some food."

"Wait!" Flora shouted, "I need another cup of punch!"

The small bell jingled as Aisha, Nabu, and Flora walked inside of the cafe. Krystal was at the counter and there were a few late-night patrons.

"Hey there," Krystal greeted with a smile, "what can I...oh no."

Krystal looked at Flora who was giggling like a fool as she was leaned against Nabu. Krystal did not know much about Flora other than her reputation as an excellent student and a student that her friend Helia had shown an attraction towards. She had no idea that Helia had acted on that attraction and his feelings towards his young student. Nevertheless, Krystal could tell that this was the first time that Flora had imbibed in beverages of an alcoholic nature.

"Can we get two vegetable sandwiches and two glasses of water?" Nabu ordered.

"Wow, you have really pretty eyes." Flora giggled as she leaned against Nabu and looked up into his eyes.

"Um, make one of those waters that largest size that you can," Nabu whispered to Krystal.

She nodded and Nabu began to pull out his debit card before Krystal held up her hand.

"It's on the house."

"Really?" Nabu asked, "I can pay."

"Don't worry about it." Krystal chuckled, "I remember my first time being drunk off my ass. Her hangover tomorrow is going to be payment enough."

"Thanks," Nabu laughed as he placed his debit card back into his wallet and back into his baggy jeans.

"Come on, Flo," Aisha pulled Flora away from Nabu, "Let's go grab a seat."

Flora and Aisha made their way to a small table in the middle of the cafe, Aisha having quite a hard time getting Flora to sit down.

"Noooo," Flora whined, "I want to keep dancing."

"Flora, you have to sit down." Aisha sighed as she pulled Flora down into the seat next to her.

"I don't wanna."

"Well, you have to."

"No!" Flora shot up, "Dance!"

She snapped her head over to Krystal, "Turn on some music!"

Krystal shook her head as she continued to work on the order. The bell rang again, indicating that someone was either leaving or entering the small cafe. Flora rose back up to her feet and began to dance to the soft music that played through the speakers of the cafe. She stopped when she bumped into something, rather, someone.

"Oh sorry, I-"

Flora's eyes grew wide as she looked to the person that she collided with when she saw that she had bumped into the one person that she had wanted to see the whole night. Flora smiled when she saw Helia, dressed in black slacks and a white button-up shirt. He carried his usual work bag and his hair was pulled up into a bun. She was glad that he was standing in front of her, happy that he had come back to Magix tonight and not tomorrow morning.

"Mr. Saladin," Aisha jumped up and went to pull Flora away from their former English teacher, "sorry about her. She is a little..."

"Drunk?" Helia raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not drunk!" Flora exclaimed as Aisha set Flora back down in her seat.

Helia shook his head as he looked over to Flora, taking in her appearance, unable to stop his eyes from lingering on the exposed skin and the innocent look of her braided pigtails.

Aisha sighed and looked up to her former teacher, "I swear that this is the first time that-"

Helia cut her off, a sympathetic smile on her face, "It is quite alright, Ms. Andros. I'll tell you what, how about you and Mr. Akinyede enjoy the rest of your evening and I can walk Ms. Cortez back home."

"You don't have to, Mr. Saladin. Flora is our responsibility."

"Her house is on the way to mine and trust me, Ms. Andros, I have had a lot of experience with people in Ms. Cortez's...condition." Helia chuckled.

Aisha looked over to Nabu and then down to Flora who had been humming contently to the music playing in the cafe.

"You really don't mind?" Aisha asked.

"Not at all. I promise to take care of Ms. Cortez."

Aisha smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Saladin. Flora has never been..." she leaned forward to whisper in Helia's ear, as to not occur the wrath of Flora, "drunk."

Leaving Flora with Helia, Aisha walked back over to Nabu and grabbed one of the sandwiches and cups of water from Krystal before leaving the cafe with Nabu. Helia grabbed the other sandwich and the large cup of water and walked back over to the table where Flora was seated before setting the small meal on the table.

"For me?" Flora asked as she looked up at Helia who took a seat across from her.

"Yes, for you." Helia smiled as he picked up half of the sandwich and handed it to Flora. She took the sandwich half and quickly began eating.

"I had no idea how hungry I was," Flora remarked with a mouth full of food.

Helia let out a deep laugh as he watched Flora stuff her face.

"You have a very sexy laugh." Flora giggled and Helia stilled his face and cleared his throat.

"We are in public, Ms. Cortez." Helia leaned forward and whispered.

"Oops." Flora swallowed her bite of sandwich.

Flora continued to eat and drink her water as Helia sat across the table. She ate as if she hadn't eaten in days and Helia couldn't help but to find a drunk Flora eating to be comical. However, when a drip of the sauce of the sandwich dropped on Flora's chest, she ran a finger up her skin to scoop up the sauce and popped it in her mouth, Helia found Flora's eating to be anything but comical.

"Mmmmm...so good." Flora moaned as she ate.

Helia cleared his throat yet again and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Is there something wrong?" Flora asked as she looked at Helia's closed-off and uncomfortable position. She continued to eat, the sauce now dripping onto her hands, her tongue running up her wrists and hand. Helia shifted in his seat.

"Not at all, Ms. Cortez." Helia shot Flora a soft smile.

"Do you want some of this?" Flora asked as she held out her sandwich.

"No," Helia held out his hand, "just finish your food so we can get you home."

Flora finished her sandwich and water, her plate and cup empty.

"All done!"

She shot up to her feet and took a step away from the table. Helia now saw the whole outfit and let out a soft groan.

"Fuck."

He was in trouble.

Flora walked over to the large, black tub by the cafe counter where patrons would put their dirty dishes. The platformed Mary Janes tapping against the linoleum floor and the short skirt swaying with every step. As she placed her plate and cup in the tub, she felt someone hovering over her shoulder.

"Ms. Cortez, why are you dressed like that?"

Helia's voice was low and quiet, sending a shiver through Flora's body.

"Stella's birthday," Flora replied. "I'm Britney."

"I am afraid that I don't follow but I have to say that I rather like you in this, Ms. Cortez."

"I'll let Stella know."

Flora gave a slight bend of her hips, discretely pressing her ass into Helia's crotch. She moaned as she felt his hardening member through his trousers, desperate to feel him inside of her. Helia looked around and when he didn't see anyone looking at them, he placed a hand on Flora's hips.

Helia took in a deep breath, "Are you ready to go?"

The door to Helia's house swung open and Helia pulled Flora inside, shutting the door shut and locking the door behind them.

"Alright, Flora," Helia set his keys into the small, ceramic bowl by the door, "how about you have a seat on the couch and I will get you some more water."

Flora grabbed Helia's hand and led him down the hall to his small office.

"Flora, you really have to sit down and have some more water. You are definitely going to regret not having more water in the morning."

She pulled him inside of the office and sat him down in the large leather chair behind his desk. Lifting herself up onto the desk, Flora crawled onto her hands and knees, making her way closer to Helia.

"Flora what are-"

Flora leaned forward and placed a kiss on Helia's lips, "I really missed you, Helia."

Crawling even further, Flora stretched out her arms and began to undo the buttons of Helia's shirt.

"And I missed you too," Helia grabbed Flora's hands in his, "but I don't think that we should do this when you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk!"

Helia chuckled, "Flora, dear, you are drunk. And I don't know if we should-"

Flora pulled her hands back and her face formed into an expression of sadness and defeat, "Am I not-"

"Don't you dare finish that!" Helia commanded, "You look like a fucking wet dream, Flora. Shit, I have dreamed about you dressed like..." Helia stopped himself from rambling on about his fantasies. He needed to return to his senses. "But ethically-"

"I don't think that we are the poster couple for ethics, Mr. Saladin." Flora giggled as she gripped the collar of Helia's shirt and pulled him closer to her, "I haven't seen you for a week, I want you and I want you now. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it."

"You don't need to use the words of Mr. Wilde to convince me, Ms. Cortez."

Soft lips met Helia's in a hungry kiss. Her hands continued to make work of Helia's shirt before she hurriedly pushed the open shirt off of Helia's shoulders and down her arms. Once the shirt had been removed, Helia shot up to his feet, his lips still connected to Flora's. He wrapped his arms around Flora and kicked the large, leather chair away from his desk, the chair crashing against the wall.

Helia laid Flora across his desk, the bare skin of her back not covered by her outfit chilled by the cool wood. Flora's hands reached up and she began to work at the knot of her shirt until Helia placed his hands on Flora's.

"Don't you dare take any of this off!" Helia growled, his words sounding like a threat.

Flora smirked as she dropped her hands and she watched as Helia undid his belt.

"Turn around," Helia commanded. Flora immediately rose up from the desk and onto her feet where Helia guided her to turn around and bent her over his desk. Her ass in the air and her cheek pressed against the wooden desk.

The sound of shuffling material and the feeling of Helia lifting up her dark, gray skirt made Flora's thighs quiver and the space between her legs start to dampen. Helia pulled down Flora's dark pink underwear, matching the dark pink bra that poked through the tied white shirt, and ran a hard up and down her slit. His fingers rubbing against Flora's aching clitoris.

"Already so wet," Helia's raspy voice filled Flora's ears, "such a naughty schoolgirl."

Flora moaned, the sound of Helia's voice and the feeling of his hand on her sex sent Flora's brain into a fog. A fog different than the one caused by the "fruit punch".

"Mmmm, Mr. Saladin..."

Helia's hand left Flora's clitoris and damp slit before being replaced by what Flora could assume was the tip of Helia's cock. The fleshy tip rubbed up and down Flora's wet sex before slowly pushing into Flora. She relaxed around Helia's cock as he sank into her.

Letting out a moan, Helia began to move in and out of Flora, one hand on her hips and another pressed on her back.

"Mmmmm...oh..." Flora moaned as she felt Helia's movements inside of her, "you feel...mmmm...so good..."

Helia began to move faster, his thrusts also becoming deeper. The hand on Flora's back rose up and grabbed the long pigtails and wrapped them around his pale hand.

"You should wear your hair in pigtails more often," Helia growled out.

"Anything you want..." Flora mewled as she lifted her head from the desk so that Helia could pull her hair tighter.

"You are so fucking perfect." Helia groaned as he moved faster and deeper. "You should see your ass bounce against...shit..."

Flora's moans soon turned into pants as she could feel every hit of Helia's thrust against her cervix. The tightening feeling of her impending orgasm beginning to form, causing Flora to chase the sweet release.

"Harder..." Flora pleaded, "Harder, Mr. Saladin."

Helia quickly obliged and began to thrust with all of the vigor and energy that he had saved up from the week of not seeing Flora. It's not like they hadn't gone longer without sex or even seeing each other but when he saw her dressed as a schoolgirl, it took all he had not to take her in the middle of the cafe. He would never hear the end of it from Krystal if he had.

But now she was bent over his desk, still dressed as the schoolgirl, and taking his cock.

"Helia," Flora panted his name, "oh, God. I'm gonna..."

Flora felt the tightening in her core reach a tipping point and with a few more thrusts from Helia, that tension in her core was released. She let out a loud yell as the walls of her vagina spasmed around Helia's cock and her body stilled as she rode out her orgasm.

"That's right, baby..." Helia praised as he continued to thrust, close to an orgasm of his own.

Flora came down from her euphoric high and back to her senses. Both the fogginess from her orgasm and from her intoxication clearing from her head. She lifted up from the desk and quickly moved away from Helia, his cock falling out of her, ending their connection.

Helia let out a deep whine at the loss of feeling Flora around his aching cock but he was soon at a loss for words when he watched Flora drop down into a low crouch. She grabbed his cock in her hands and ran her hands up and down. Helia's head fell back at the feeling of Flora's hand. He gasped when he felt a wet and warm sensation around his hard shaft.

"Ohhhh...fuck...Flora..." Helia returned his head to an upright position, his eyes looking down to see Flora. Her pigtails loose from Helia's pulling, her top all askew from rubbing against the desk and her skin as he plowed into her, and her pink lips around his cock.

Her head bobbed up and down, taking in as much of Helia as she could. Small moans vibrated against Helia's sensitive shaft and her tongue traced the long vein on the underside of his member. The more she took into her mouth, the louder the small gagging noises came from the back of her throat.

Helia's hand reached forward and rested on Flora's head, not wanting to push her down further or control her movements, but pleasure took over and he couldn't help it. Flora looked up, her bright, green eyes meeting Helia's blue eyes. A small smile appeared on her face as the ends of her mouth turned up around his cock.

"I'm...cumming..."

His eyes tightened and he removed his hand but Flora's mouth was still wrapped around Helia's throbbing cock. He came and the hot cum shot to the back of Flora's throat. He was salty and warm as the cum filled Flora's mouth and sat on her tongue. When he was done, Flora pulled back and released Helia from her mouth with a pop. She closed her mouth and eyes as she swallowed.

"Christ, Flora." Helia fell forward and hovered over Flora, his body held up by his hands on his desk.

"Did I do alright?" Flora asked as she looked up at Helia.

Helia took in a few deep breaths and looked down at Flora. He sank down to the floor and pulled Flora into his arms.

"More than alright. That was amazing."

"Are you sure? That was my fi-"

"Flora," Helia placed his hand under Flora's chin and lifted her head so that her eyes met his, "everything that you do is amazing. Beyond amazing. You are perfect. I love you."

"I love you too."

Flora reached up and placed a kiss on Helia's lips.

The couple sat together in contented silence as they both caught their breath and enjoyed just being in each other's arms. Helia was the first to move as he stood up to his feet and reached down to grab his pants. He slipped them over his feet and pulled them up his legs before fastening them around his narrow hips.

"Come on," Helia reached down and pulled Flora up to her feet. His eyes darkened as they traced over Flora's body and took in her outfit one more time. He shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his head. "Let's get you some more water and get you into bed."

Flora rose to her feet, "I'm not drunk!"

I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think! Also, today is my birthday (5/13) so be nice :)