He watched her wriggle into her jeans. Something about that gesture never failed to turn him on. The way she would slightly suck in her tight tummy, writhe her hips before smoothly pulling the back over her round behind. He had to stop looking at her. It was time for Kate to go home and at this rate he was ready to grab her and toss her back onto the rumpled sheets.
His mind drifted to their earlier activities and a rush of heat rose up his neck. Jack didn't expect her to offer to go down on him, that specific activity, until today, had been unexplored by them. And the innocent way she asked him to teach her made him bite his bottom lip in agony.
His mind drifted to that moment, a memory that he knew would now be etched in his mind forever. They had been kissing on his sofa, her hand soon caressing his hardness over the strained denim fabric. His breathing had quickened and then with a supple, quick movement that took him by surprise, Kate had maneuvered herself around, and already had his jeans unbuttoned. He lifted his backside from the cushion to assist in her eager mission to yank down his pants. Her long hair brushed his thighs while her mouth found him. He taught her how to grip him and signaled his encouragement when she was sucking and licking all the right places. He had enjoyed her tongue almost too much and the fact that he was instructing her the entire time, turned him on in an unpredicted way. While it was happening, for the first time since he began taking her to bed, he briefly felt like the pervert teacher. He finally felt a little … dirty. It ended with an 'Oh Jesus!' and him nudging her up so he could hold her close to him and kiss her almost violently.
She was fully dressed now, in her standard uniform of fitted jeans and a snug t-shirt. He leaned forward, lifting her heavy curls from the back of her neck to imprint a feathery kiss there. "Does your father ever wonder how you spend all your hours Kate?" His voice sounded muffled.
"Mmmmmmm. What did you say?" Her eyes were closed clearly enjoying the tingling sensations made from his lips.
He raised his head to study her, his hands still entangled in her hair. "Your dad. I mean you spend a lot of time with me, doesn't he wonder what you do with your time?"
She looked at him then, Jack didn't understand the relationship she had with her father, "Ohhhhh. He gets home late almost every night, around eight o'clock. He has a long commute and … he trusts me. I never gave him a reason not to. Actually, the only person that is suspicious is Claire. She's always asking why I don't hang out with her as much as I used to."
Considering her words, he wondered out loud, "Maybe we should be more careful."
"Maybe." She grinned. "But what would be the fun in that?"
Just as he was following her outside his bedroom, he picked up her sweatshirt, "Kate, you forgot this."
She looked at the grey sweatshirt, "Naaah. I'll just leave it here. It's too hot outside." He shrugged and tossed it back onto the edge of the bed.
After a few light goodbye kisses, she stepped into the elevator and stared at his face before the door shut. She smiled to herself, almost devilishly. Her smile spurred on by the recollection of what she had done to him, how he had lightly set his hands on the back of her head, and how occasionally he'd reach out to squeeze her breast. His moaning had come in ragged breaths while she moved her hand in a steady up and down motion. And … Kate had found it infinitely satisfying to feel him jerk in her mouth… to feel the power she could wield over him.
Moments later Jack's doorbell rang and he moved quickly towards the door. Kate must have forgotten something, he thought. He was smiling as he turned the handle expecting to see her small frame, "Hey. That was quick-"
Jack stopped mid-sentence, the expression on his face apparent even to Christian that his son was expecting someone else at the door.
"Dad?" Jack froze momentarily, a nervous intonation detectable in his voice.
"Hello Jack. Can I come in?" Jack rubbed the back of his head as he moved aside to make room for his father to slide past him. Christian made a sweep of the room before turning around to look at his son.
"Is this a bad time?"
Shaking his head, "No. No, this is fine." Quietly, he studied his father's face, trying to discern whether Christian had bumped into Kate on his way up here. If they had managed to miss one another, it would have been only by a matter of seconds.
"Hey Dad. What brings you here?" Jack rested his hands on his hips as he followed his father into the living room.
"Well, I've tried calling you, but you haven't answered your phone in days. So that's why I'm here."
"Sorry, I've been meaning to return your calls. I've just been tied up. What have you needed to talk to me about?"
Waving his hand, Christian smiled tightly, "It's not important. We have a new cardiothoracic surgeon at St. Sebastian's. He is a well renowned physician from Brazil. He's moved up here with his wife and daughters. I invited them over for dinner on Friday and hoped you would accompany us. It would mean a lot to me-" Christian rubbed his temple and closed his eyes, "Jack can I bother you for some aspirin, I seem to have a headache."
"Sure Dad." Jack began to walk to the bedroom but Christian interrupted him, "Is it in the medicine cabinet?"
Jack nodded.
"I'll go and get it, I need to use the bathroom anyway."
And as his father walked away, Jack took a sigh of relief. Christian gave no indication that he had seen Kate.
"Help yourself. I'll get you a glass of water."
Christian made his way through Jack's bedroom before entering the bathroom. As he was finishing up, he blew his nose and went to toss the used tissue. He paused a second noticing the torn open boxes of condoms and wrappers in the waste basket. The visual made him slightly uncomfortable, the proof evident that his son was engaging in sex a bit embarrassing and awkward, even though he was now an adult. These were the type of things a parent doesn't want to know about their children. It occurred to him then, that Jack has been seeing someone and that would seem to explain his son's noticeable absence over the last couple of months and why he hasn't been returning calls.
Shrugging it off, he motioned towards the living room. And that is when he spotted it. Strewn on the floor to the side of his bed. Out of tidy habit, Christian bent over to pick up the errant garment and place it on the bed. It was then that he took special notice of it, an extra-small sweatshirt with 'ARMY' emblazoned across the front. His eyes prickled with recognition, he has seen it before, he knew its owner - Kate. It was merely by chance that he even saw it. Or was it?
He paled then, the realization that they were lovers slowly setting in. He shook his head in disbelief that his stalwart and ethical son would actually sleep with his teenage student. "Goddamnit Jack!" He hissed under his breath.
It was hard to resist his natural instinct to go in and raise holy hell with his son, to verbally lash him for his stupidity, and for being so weak, for failing to see the big picture. But he knew he couldn't react that way again. This time, he would need to take a softer approach. Evidently, the discussion he had with Jack last fall had an opposite effect, looking back, he practically pushed them together. He shook his head again. Perhaps Shephard men were simply cursed to fall under the spell of beautiful women and suffer for it. They were made that way … it was fate … like the Red Sox.
It's what happened to him. Long ago, he had become drawn to a feisty, bright and beautiful surgical nurse - Carole. The hospital in Sydney had a strict policy on fraternization with junior employees, but that didn't stop him from chasing her until she gave in. She drove him crazy and he was reckless. Rumors began to percolate and eventually their affair was found out. Christian was never invited back again, but he kept it a secret from Margo and continued to visit on the pretense that he still worked in Sydney. His reputation suffered, he was perceived as a brilliant womanizer. And then came Claire, and Margo left with Jack in tow. His relationship with Jack was always strained, but it had worsened, if that were possible. He knew that the only thing that kept Jack in his life, was Claire.
But it wasn't too late for Jack, he didn't have to make the same mistakes and suffer similar consequences.
"Here's your water Dad." Jack said as he handed the glass to Christian.
"Thanks son. Can I have a seat?" They moved towards the sofa and Jack was able to detect a change in his father's demeanor.
"How long has it being going on, Jack?"
Jack's shoulders stiffened, he had an idea what his father was referring to, but preferred to ignore it and let Christian's question hang in the air.
"Perhaps I need to be more clear then. How long have you been sleeping with Kate?" The tightening of Jack's jaw was evident.
Trying to feign incredulity, Jack asked "What are you talking about?"
"Stop it Jack! Don't insult me. Her sweatshirt is in your bedroom and don't make me further embarrass you with other details."
At this point Jack expected his father to blow and braced himself for it, but instead Christian remained curiously placid. "Jack, take a seat. We need to talk about this."
Gritting his teeth, Jack acquiesced and took a seat across from Christian, "It's none of your business Dad. She's an adult." The words seemed to come from Jack's lips with some difficulty.
"That may be. Can I hope that you were intelligent enough to not start relations with her before she turned eighteen?"
In his usual stubborn way, Jack didn't respond, but rolled his eyes as he folded his arms across his chest. Christian could see by his son's expression that it was indeed the case and he let out a subtle sigh of relief because his son still seemed somewhat rational.
Jack was conscious of a relaxation in his father's behavior, but out of habit he remained on guard. Easily taking charge of the conversation, Christian continued, "Is there ANYONE that knows about your relationship?"
"No." Jack answered with a bitter edge.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"She's your student, you have to end it. If you're discovered, you'll be fired, there would be a scandal and your acceptance to medical school would likely be revoked. Is the risk worth it, Jack? Just so you can play around with a pretty girl?"
Jack reacted to his father's condescension, "We're not 'playing' around. Kate's attending UCLA in the fall and it's our intention to be together. We're both adults and there really isn't anything you could do to stop us. I am in love with her, Dad."
Christian was surprised by his son's words, Jack had never admitted to being in love before. This would complicate things and that worried him.
He was light and fast in his nervous hand movements, "You're right. It isn't my place to interfere. But as your father, I'm asking that, at the very least, you put your relationship on hold until graduation. There is …what? Four weeks of school left? Why risk being discovered when you're so close to moving on to the next phase of your life. You can renew your relationship over the summer and no one will be the wiser. Think about it son."
Jack blinked a few times before his forehead pulled together in a knot of confusion. He didn't expect this, somewhat, calm reaction from his father.
"Jack?"
Jack thought about this a moment, before answering "Fine. But you have to promise not to meddle with Kate and me. I know you don't approve, but our relationship is none of your business."
"Fair enough. She's a lovely girl Jack, but be careful. She's already changing you. Making you sloppy and careless. Two attributes you can't have as a surgeon."
It took a bit of self-restraint for Jack to not call out Christian on his glaring hypocrisy, but Kate was involved now and he didn't want to say or do anything that could make things difficult for her.
Jack stood up then, to walk his father to the door, "I'll take it under advisement. Bye, Dad."
"He knows."
Kate's face dropped in dismay. "What … are you talking about?" Her words stumbled from her lips. She knew what Jack was referring to, but was still processing his disclosure, her words not fully caught up with the horrifying realization.
Jack looked at the doorway to the classroom, making sure that no one was within earshot.
"Kate, he knows about us." He whispered.
The room was so quiet, he could hear her swallow.
She stammered, "But how? I mean-"
"He came by my place yesterday, literally minutes after you left. The two of you must have just missed each other. He went into my bathroom and well he figured it out…" His eyes drifted towards the the doorway again.
"I still don't understand?" Her brows raised in question.
Jack dropped his head and then tipped it at her, giving her a look that said 'take a guess'.
Her eyes widened in understanding and she balled up a tiny fist to her chest, she gasped, "My sweatshirt."
He nodded and with a regretful groan he added, "And the torn box of condoms in my bathroom wastebasket didn't help either."
"Oh my god. What're we going to do?" Her voice raised into a pitch. Embarrassment flooded her veins. Dr. Shephard knew that she was having sex with his son. Slut. That was the word that came to her mind … Christian thinks she's a … slut.
"Nothing. Everything is going to be okay, we just need to lay low until graduation. My dad asked only that we stop seeing each through the end of the semester. And I said … yes. I know I should have talked to you first, but-"
"No it's fine Jack. He's right. Why risk everything? You have too much to lose. Look what happened. We've been so careful, yet your father found out. We can't take anymore chances…"
"It's only a month. We can wait a month, right?" Jack asked uneasily and not sure whether he was trying to convince her or himself. And Kate decided it was time to go on the Pill.
It was the last week of school, where everyone has pretty much mentally checked out. Finals were done and, even, Jack with his stringent work ethic was simply going through the motions. He looked around the listless class, trying to figure out a way to pass the time.
True to their word, he and Kate didn't meet. He struggled through it, missing her like crazy, even though he spoke to her often and saw her five days a week during school. He counted the minutes to this class, the opportunity to see her.
He prepared some questions and projected them onto the overhead screen. Jack selected a few volunteers to answer them and Kate was one of students that raised their hand. They each went to the whiteboard and began to solve the problems. Seated, Jack stared down at his desk, letting the silence settle in.
After a few quiet minutes his eyes swept across the classroom. He stopped as he noticed that every hormonal boy was staring unerringly ahead. He followed their gaze and saw that they were all focused on Kate. He took her in then. In her tiny black miniskirt that barely covered what needed to be covered. He took a second take before pulling his eyes away. His heart beat widely. He noticed how concentrated she was on the equation as she kept writing. Almost in sync, a half dozen pencils fell on the floor, a few eager males students bowing down in an attempt look under her skirt as Kate bent to finish the calculation that now reached the bottom of the board. Jack jumped up from his seat then, giving a reproachful glare to the offending boys.
Jack cleared his throat, "Kate you can sit down now."
She looked questioningly at him, she wasn't done and she was about to ask why, but he interceded "You evidenced your mastery of the subject matter, you can take a seat." As she returned to her desk, Jack stared disapprovingly at the group. They shrunk into their seats, their heads bowed down in embarrassment and attempting to avoid Jack's evident disapproval.
As class ended, Jack asked Kate to stay. It was the first time in weeks he had made this request - since the day he told her about Christian's discovery. Kate was a bit puzzled and her eyebrows lifted in curiosity, a gesture he always found endearingly cute.
"Did you forget something today, Kate?"
She shook her head, "Huh? I don't think so -"
"It looks like you forgot the rest of your skirt at home." He then lifted his chin in the direction of the offending garment. Kate couldn't discern the tone in his comment, whether he was upset or just teasing her.
A furious blush flashed across her cheeks. Claire and Shannon had convinced her to wear it to school. She hated it and spent nearly the entire day distractedly trying to tug it down to add some coverage. It was a style worn by many girls, but it wasn't right for her. Kate was never one for exposing too much skin.
"It's Shannon's skirt. I know it's too short. They convinced me to wear it, we actually made a bet."
"Hmmm. Hmmm." His wry grin was evident before it broke into a boyish smile. "So you're trying to tell me it's Shannon's fault-"
"Stop it, you're embarrassing me now."
Jack's eyes scanned towards the entrance to the classroom before whispering, "Meet me at my place in an hour."
Her eyes shot up in surprise, "But I thought you said-"
"I don't care what I told my dad. I need to see you Kate." The tone of his voice was deep and low.
She gulped hard, the look in his eyes was the most intense she had ever seen from him. She slowly nodded a yes and turned to leave.
"And Kate. Make sure to wear that skirt." She had stopped mid-step when she heard those words, but didn't have the courage to turn around to face him.
Just as she was about to walk through the doorway, Kate almost collided into Mr. Gerson. They shared an awkward dance in an attempt to move out of one another's way before she finally left.
Jack observed the oddly amusing scene and shook his head.
"Holy Shit?!" Ted mouthed silently at Jack as he approached him. Standing by his desk now, Ted continued, "That girl is unbelievable. I've seen her around... she's beautiful. She's been in your class the whole year and you never mentioned her once! And now she'll be off to college. Oh well. Fuck. I wish I was in college again. Do you happen to know where she's going in the fall?"
Jack shook his head at Ted, laughingly he told him, "You're insane. Do you know that? Yeah, Kate's going to be a freshman at UCLA-"
Ted's eyes shot up in delight, "Well there you go. You're going to UCLA med school. You can ask her out." Ted winked at him and Jack quietly pondered the irony of it all.
Jack saw Kate sitting in the hallway, leaning against the door to his apartment. He made a mental note to give her a set of keys, so in the future she could let herself in. Her legs were bent at the knees as she rested a book on her lap. She was wearing the skirt which allowed him a perfect view of her lovely toned legs. He sucked in his breath. Quietly he approached her and she lifted her face when she saw his feet near hers. She looked up and saw his serious and quiet expression. Wordlessly, he offered his palm to help her stand. On her feet now, she stood only a couple of inches away from him. He emanated a heat that was strong enough to singe her.
Once they entered the apartment, she watched him hastily work at unfastening his tie while he gestured her towards his bedroom.
Now standing in the center of the room he began unbuttoning his shirt. He lifted his chin at her and ordered, "Take off your clothes." The first words he had spoken.
The almost black color of his eyes gave her no option, so with shaky fingers, she complied. While she undressed, she never removed her gaze from his. When she reached around to undo the zipper on the back of her skirt, he interrupted. "I want you to leave that on." Kate sucked in her breath wondering now what he had planned.
His dark hungry tone frightened her ever so slightly, but deep down she was more excited than anything else. She knew this was going be different from the other times. He walked up to her and cupped her breasts, gently thumbing the hardening buds. He gave her a feathery kiss on her lips, before ushering her towards the right side of his room.
Standing behind her, he pressed his lips against her ear and roughly whispered, "I'll make love to you later, but right now, I want to fuck you." Jack's uncharacteristic verbal directness made her catch her breath and shiver under the touch of his lips. The hair on her arms was now standing on end.
He lifted her arms so that her palms laid flat against the wall. With slightly hesitant fingers he rubbed his large hands along the tops of hers. She looked at her fingers splayed flatly against the light grey painted surface and took in the stark difference of their size compared to his. She looked so little next to him.
A deep shudder ran down her spine.
His breathing came heavier as his touches grew more bold. His palms moved up her arms and then to her torso. His rough stubble scratched her neck as he roughly placed kisses there. He was impatient now.
He tugged up the sides of the skirt, exposing her behind. Letting out a strangled moan he hungrily grabbed and squeezed the rounded flesh before reaching his hand around to the front. His hand grazed her stomach before moving down further. He moved his fingers in between her legs to test her readiness for him. Kate muttered something indiscernible at the contact and she could feel the release of her wetness onto his fingers.
Out of control now, Jack groaned as he yanked his hand away. With jerky movements he undid the buckle and zipper of his pants allowing the fabric to fall and gather around his ankles. Without notice, Jack reached below her abdomen and roughly lifted her slightly off the rug before entering her with one deep thrust. She let out a cry of surprise before moaning from the sensation of him filling her. He paused for a second to gather his senses, afraid that he would come at this moment. He wanted to draw it out, make it last.
He began his movements with thrusts that were slow, hard and deep. Encouraged by the sounds of her soft moans, Jack quickened his pace as he drove himself into her. He was blurry eyed by the feel of her surrounding him while they pleased each other in this position. Kate was bent over leaning on the wall for support, at times she even stood on her toes to accept his deep pushing. She was acutely aware of the sounds of their flesh meeting and the agonizing pleasure the contact gave her.
He looked down at her and enjoyed watching them connect - the sight of his cock entering her almost unbearable. He wasn't going to last much longer, but thankfully he felt her clench around him. She let out an 'Oh my god!' that was quickly followed by a couple of hard and final pumps and an 'Oh fuck! Kate!'
Trembling they both slowly dropped to the floor. They leaned against the wall but were facing each other. Kate was completely flushed and he could see beads of sweat forming on her forehead and nose. They breathed so heavily it took them a long moment before they could form words. He reached his hand to cup the side of her face and looked at her questioningly - hoping that she enjoyed that experience as much as he did. As if reading his mind, she told him in breathy voice, "I enjoyed that. A lot."
He promptly gave her a long and drawn out wet open-mouthed kiss.
For Kate, this experience blew her mind. The notion of just succumbing to physical gratification... lust... and to be the object of pure sexual desire turned her on in an unexpected way. This time was all about satisfying the throbbing ache in between their legs and she loved it. She now came to the hard realization that she enjoyed just fucking. But also because she was fucking the man she was in love with.
"So... you liked it." He whispered with a smile on his lips.
"Yeah. Very much." She looked down a second before shyly asking, "Can we try some... ummm, other ways?"
Jack and Kate spent the rest of the afternoon playing with one other's bodies, not a single inch went unkissed or unexplored. They experimented with positions, some that brought intense pleasure and a few that made them laugh out loud from the sheer awkward silliness of it.
Author's note:
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