ELIZA'S POV
The night was alive; the air was thick with lights and smoke. Music filled my ears. I was overwhelmed by the roar as I danced through a crowd of people, the sound thrumming through our bodies. Amelia and Maggie were by my side, our eyes closed as we all got caught up in the moment. We were 5 tequilas deep, a vodka soda in one hand and the other in the air as they danced to the music.
"I am sooo drunk," Maggie yelled over the music.
We grab each other and head for the bathroom, all three of us pushing in at once. Maggie beelines straight for the toilet; Amelia turns to face the door to protect her modesty. I sit on the edge of the bathtub, clambering around for my phone. The light of my screen flashes and I'm disappointed not to see Arizona's name come up, I had texted earlier with the hope of a response, but there was nothing.
I opened up the message thread and proceeded to text her again.
ARIZONA'S POV
The sound of music wakes me as my eyes started to flutter open. I was lying on the couch, my body stretched out and my head resting on a cushion. I looked up at the TV and saw credits rolling across the screen - I must've slept through the movie. My hand stretched out to grab my phone from the coffee table, dreading to see the time; my screen flashed 2:30am along with 4 message notifications. I groaned at the time, I hadn't planned to stay up for the whole movie, and now it's unlikely I will be able to get back to sleep.
Sitting up, I unlocked my phone and saw Eliza's name flash up. The four messages were from her. I chuckled as started to read.
No reply? I was hoping for a reply
I am thinking about youuuu
I'm drunk thinking about you I'm thinking about your lips your lips tasted so sweet
I'm thinking about kissing you again will you let me kiss you again? You smell like sunshine how do you do that
The last message she sent was only 20 minutes ago, so I quickly wrote her a reply.
Hey drunky. I am thinking about you too, are you okay? Where are you?
Lifting myself off the couch, I raised my arms to stretch out. I put my phone back down on the coffee table and grabbed the TV remote, turning off the screen. As I picked my glass up to carry it into the kitchen, my phone lit up. That was quick.
You ar thinkig about me?
Well she is very drunk. Another message comes through.
I am wlking home,!
Alone? Is she walking home alone? I tap on her name and press the phone icon. The phone starts to dial, and after two rings, she picks up.
"Arizona, arizona, arizona," she slurs.
"Eliza, are you walking home with people? Where are you? Do you need me to come and get you?"
I heard her chuckle on the other end of the phone.
"No, I left the party alone because I didn't want to be there anymore. Maggie went upstairs to hook up with some guy, and Amelia was playing beer pong, and I got bored, so I just left and-"
"-where are you? I will come and pick you up." Resting my phone on my shoulder, holding it with my cheek, I proceeded to grab a jacket and slip my shoes onto my feet.
"Where are you, Eliza?"
There was silence on the end of the phone before she replied.
"Ermmmm. I don't know, really. Oh, oh. Oh. I can see that coffee shop, you know, the one with the little guy on it!"
"Joe's? Are you outside Joe's?"
I grabbed my keys and left out the front door feeling relieved I hadn't drunk more than one glass of wine earlier.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Joe's! Wow, you are so smart, so smart, and beautiful. You're so sexy too, oh Arizona, do you know what you do to me when you wear those skirts in class and that white button-up shirt? Oh my god, do you know what that does to me?"
I couldn't help but giggle as she spoke. I knew exactly what it did to her, and I got a thrill every time I would catch her looking at me. As the car started, my phone connected to the bluetooth so I could hear her through the car speakers.
"Stay where you are, Eliza. I am coming to get you. Stay outside Joe's okay. Just stay on the phone with me. I will be there in 5 minutes."
I drove through the college town, keeping my eyes out for her on every street just in case she had got her location wrong. She hadn't stopped talking to me on the phone, continuing to gush about my outfits and the taste of my lips. I couldn't help the blush spreading across my cheeks at her words.
"I remember the first time I ever saw you walk into that classroom. You were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. You walk with such confidence, your ass swaying as your heels hit the floor. Your hair, I can't tell you how many times I've imagined my hands in your hair, gripping it when you're between my legs-"
"-okay Eliza, okay." Although she was drunk, her words were still having an uncontrollable effect on me.
"I'm driving down the street now, okay. Keep a lookout for me driving down the street, please."
Somebody came into view ahead of the car, a very drunk Eliza waving her arms high in the air. As I pulled up beside her, overcome with relief that I had found the beautiful, drunken woman, a groan left my lips at the sight of of her outfit, if I could even call it that. She was wearing the smallest black mini dress I had ever seen, it had a cut out below her breasts which were already poking out from the top. Leaning across the car, I opened the door for her.
"Hi Arizona," she greeted me with a big smile. I watched her clamber into the car, unable to tear my eyes away from her delicious, plump breasts. I chuckled under my breath as she struggled to close the door.
"How you doing?" I asked her with a smile once she managed to close the door.
She struggled to buckle her seatbelt, so I moved my hand to help her. Once the belt was fastened, she grabbed my hand and brought it to her lips, kissing my palm softly.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"You're welcome," I replied, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Now, where am I taking you?"
She looked at me with a mischievous grin, biting her bottom lip.
"Mmmm, you tell me. I don't know your address."
My eyes narrowed at her as I smiled. Quickly deciding that her being at mine meant I could keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't choke on her own vomit.
"Great, mine it is."
She looked at me wide eyed, her pupils dilated. Her tongue poked out to wet her lips and I heard her whisper under her breath.
"Fuck, I'm in trouble."
ELIZA'S POV
Arizona and I drove in silence except for the radio. My eyes couldn't tear themselves away from her, and in my drunken haze, all I wanted was to reach out and touch her. My hand rested on her thigh, causing her to look over at me.
"Eyes on the road, Professor Robbins."
She laughed and returned her gaze to the road ahead.
My thumb started to rub her thigh, my hand squeezing every now and then. Her face was unreactive, but her body gave her away. She began to squirm a little in her seat as my touches became more firm.
Suddenly we pulled into the driveway of a two-story townhouse. Arizona unclicked both of our seatbelts and came round my side of the car to open my door. She held out her hand to assist me, closing the door behind me and guiding me to her front door.
"Take a seat." She ushered me inside and pointed toward the couch.
"So, where were you tonight?" Arizona asked, rounding her kitchen counter to pour me a glass of water.
I watched her as she filled the glass. My eyes were on her like a hawk as she made her way over to me. She smiled, almost smirked, knowing the effect she continued to have on me. She placed the glass on the table in front of me, walking back towards the door as she removed her coat from her shoulders and hung it on the rack.
My eyes were immediately drawn to her chest. Her nipples were hard against her almost sheer top, my mouth started to water at the sight of her.
"Eliza," she laughed.
"Mmmm," I replied, not being able to tear my eyes away from her breasts.
She walked over to me, her breasts bouncing with every step, stopping directly in front. Without thought, I licked my lips. If I reached out my hand, I could get a feel of her.
"Eliza," she said again, more firmly, breaking me from my trance.
I look up at her. I would give anything for her to straddle me right now.
"Where were you?" She asked for the second time before taking a seat next to me.
"At some frat party. It was fun, but I got so drunk all I could think about was you.. and then I got horny which was when I was texting you.. and then I just left."
"And how are you feeling now?"
I look down at her chest, then back to her eyes.
"Horny."
Arizona laughed hard. The sound was quickly becoming one of my favourites.
I grabbed the glass from the table to take a sip, and felt her eyes on me as I did. She was watching me, and I was too drunk to play it cool so I broke the silence.
"So about earlier."
Her eyebrow raised, my attempt at starting a conversation clearly amusing to her.
"Yes Eliza, what is it about earlier you would like to talk about?"
She ran her hand down the side of my face, pushing the hair behind my ear once again. I leaned into her touch, desperate for more.
"I know you said that you wanted to wait to have sex."
Her hand trailed down my neck and across the top of my breasts. My heart was starting to beat fast, and I knew she could tell, a smile lingered on her lips as she watched me. Her hand slid down my side, resting on my waist for a moment before travelling south.
"But I was wondering if that meant you wanted to stop-" I gasped, her actions stopping my train of thought. Her hand was now moving up my thigh, and was closer and closer to where I desperately needed her to be.
"If I wanted to stop what, Eliza?"
My eyes found hers, much darker than her usual blue. She was biting her lip, and her hand was still moving desperately slow along my inner thigh.
"Stop any kind of physical intimacy at all."
Before I knew it her hand was gone and her body moving up from the couch. My face turned from desire to confusion as she held out her hand for me.
"As much as I want to continue this conversation, as well as other things, you are very much intoxicated and I think this is something we should be doing sober."
She pulled me up and guided me to her stairs, I followed her up and into her bedroom. Her hands were on my waist, spinning me around to face her before pushing me gently down onto a seated position on the bed. I watched her as she looked through her closet, laying out some comfortable looking clothes next to me.
"You can sleep in here tonight, I will sleep on the sofa. Change into these and the bathroom is right over there if you would like a shower first," she gestured to the door behind me.
I looked at her in bewilderment, confused about what just happened. The wetness between my legs, which had been caused by her only moments ago, wasn't helping the situation either.
"Why? What did- I'm confused. You were just touching me and now-"
"-now I'm putting you to bed Eliza, because you did remind me of a boundary I have been trying to put in place, and tonight I want to keep it that way."
She leant down and kissed my lips, gently, so gentle that if my eyes were closed I might not have known they were ever there.
"Goodnight beautiful."
And with that, she left, closing the door behind her.
ARIZONA'S POV
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did I just do that. I got carried away, she just looked so good, good enough to eat, and I couldn't keep my hands off her. Why did I do that. I told her no sex and then I nearly initiate sex. Fuck.
Quickly walking down the stairs, wondering how I could be so stupid, I grabbed all of the glasses and proceeded to fill the dishwasher. Flirting with Eliza had not been on the agenda, and touching her, definitely not. But when I saw her in that dress, my head was gone, and the way she was looking at me. Fuck, that girl has power over me.
I grabbed some blankets and cushions out from the side cupboard, slid my leggings down my legs and got myself comfortable on the sofa. As I switched off the remaining lamp, the darkness brought Eliza back into my mind. Telling Eliza I didn't want to have sex with her whilst still being her teacher was a difficult decision to make, because let's face it I find her irresistible. It's only a few months, and what we are doing now is already massively overstepping the rules, but sex just feels too far.
But that dress, the underside of her boobs, her cleavage, her long, long legs and that ass. They were making things difficult. The way she looked at me made me want to tear off what little clothes she had on, so putting her to bed was what I needed to do.
The thought of her in my bed right now, possibly naked, her scent on my pillows, her body on my sheets, ughhh.
As my mind travelled, my hand started to massage my breasts, my nipples rock hard against my top. I started to tweak and pinch my nipples, imagining Eliza's hands on me. One hand paid attention to my nipples as the other slid further down my body, my legs spreading wider as my hand moved between my thighs. My eyes closed, Eliza's soft skin clouding my thoughts as I dipped one finger down into the wetness waiting for me, sliding it up through my folds to toy with my bundle of nerves. I repeated the motion, this time adding a second finger. My fingers circled my hardened clit, applying a little more pressure. My other hand now squeezing my breast, massaging it, pinching my nipple between my fingers.
I let out a moan as my fingers moved quicker, rubbing my clit harder now, sliding down every now and then to dip inside myself ever so slightly before coming back up to make circles. My orgasm was quickly approaching, and my legs widened as I felt myself getting closer. My motions slowed but my pressure increased, the hand on my breast flew up to grip the cushion behind me as my orgasm overtook me, my legs shaking, I couldn't control the moans that escaped my lips.
As my heartbeat slowed and my orgasm subsided, I felt myself slowly drifting off into an Eliza-filled dream.