Taught: A City's Secrets Novella (11 page)

“We should have done this sooner,” I said quietly.

His eyes smoldered at me in return. I pulled away and slid his briefs off, and marveled at his thick, rock hard cock. I reached out and grasped it gently, and he let out a small grunt. I stroked it slowly then leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his tip. I sucked hard and slid his shaft into my mouth, letting my saliva soak his skin.

“Fuck that’s good,” he grunted at me. I moved up and down slowly, letting my hand trail after my lips. He groaned his pleasure and grabbed the sheets. I worked his tip, then licked him root to top. I pulled his cock from my mouth, trailing a thin line of saliva, and looked him in the eye. I slowly stroked his cock and he ran his eyes along my bare chest and lips, his look filled with desire. His cock was incredibly hard in my hand, thick and erect.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said. He grinned slightly then rolled to the edge of the bed as I settled back. I heard him find a condom in his jeans, pulling it out of his pocket impatiently, rip it open, roll it on, and then he was back. I could feel myself high on anticipation, soaking wet and aching with a need for him. My pulse pounded in my chest.

“You carry those often?” I asked him.

“Always be prepared,” he said.

I felt him press between me as I wrapped my legs around his back, ruining my comeback. There was nothing, then I felt him press inside me, his thick, hard dick filling every inch of me. I let out a small gasp as the slight pain of his first thrust mingled with the pleasure of his touch. His lips brushed against my jaw and ear and he slowly moved inside me, pressing deep into my core.

“God, you’re incredible,” he grunted into my ear as he slowly worked up momentum. I was soaking wet and groaning, and my fingers gripped into his strong back as he thrust into me deeper with every motion. His hips ground against mine and I responded, pleasure rolling up my chest and back.

Holy shit. He was huge, but perfect, and he clearly knew what he was doing as he slowly built up his thrusts. He filled my aching spot, every possible inch of me, and ground inside, taking my body. He reached back with one hand and grabbed my hip, angling my cleft upwards, and I felt his cock hit my spot. My eyes practically rolled into the back of my head as I groaned, unable to keep quiet or to control myself. He moved quicker, pressing his hips against mine, and thrusting deep and hard inside of me. I needed him, and took everything he gave, feeling the sweat begin to roll down his chest.

He slowed down his thrusts then pulled back, rolling back onto his knees. I let out a small gasp of frustration, but quickly he grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my stomach. I pulled my knees up, my hips and ass up in the air, and buried my face in a pillow as he slipped into me from behind. Slowly at first, but faster and strong, he thrust into me, his hands firm on my hips. I loved it, loved his strength and the way he filled me, and I moaned loudly into the pillows. Soon, he reached one hand around my hips, and found my soaked clit.

I bucked my hips back against him, greedy for every inch of his huge shaft, while his right hand worked my clit. I felt the pleasure building and mounting, driving into my core and stomach. He grunted his pleasure, panting, and we were both sweating in my small hot room. Nothing else mattered in that moment, and the only thing I needed was his strong hands and his hard cock inside of me, as I felt my climax start to build.

I moved my hips harder, and he increased his strength to match mine. His fingers stayed on my clit, softly letting my momentum dictate the force of his touch, and I slowly built up my movements. Finally, I let out a low, long moan as the climax rolled over me, every inch of my body tensing. My legs began to shake uncontrollably as the pleasure began to white out the world around me, deep and heavy and incredible, wave after wave of satisfying, world-breaking pleasure moving up my hips and spine. My back arched and my fingers dug into the sheets around me as he continued to fill my spot.

Slowly, the orgasm subsided, and I was left panting into the pillows.

“Fuck Emma,” he said, still moving inside me. I groaned and rolled my head to the side, breathing deep. “Fuck I want to come,” he grunted, moving his hips faster.

“Come for me,” I whispered, and moved my hips to match him. I felt his hands grip my hips harder, his huge cock thrusting into me, and I needed it, everything he had to give me. I felt all of the pressures of my life slip away until there was nothing but his hard body inside me, and his strong arms and hands on my skin. There was nothing but his warmth and his desire. Soon, I felt him stiffen and groan, as he thrust deep into me. I matched him, wanting to work his cock as best I could.

“Come for me,” I said again, and he grunted as his body shuddered its climax. Slowly he stopped then there was an absence of him where once I was full. I collapsed onto my side, and he collapsed behind me, his arms wrapped around my body. We lay there quietly, breathing deep.

“That was fucking beautiful,” he said.

I laughed. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

We quietly breathed against each other, lost in the post glow of our orgasms.

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W
e dressed slowly, still enjoying each other’s half-naked bodies. I loved the way he looked at me, his eyes both hungry and soft.

“So, I guess the whole student thing isn’t an issue anymore,” I said.

He shrugged, and looked out the window. “I’m not sure, honestly. I could definitely quit and focus on the music, but I love teaching.”

“I get that. The teaching is more stable.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it. It’s stable, I know it’ll be there. Music is a huge risk.”

“But isn’t it better now that you have a label?”

He nodded, turning back to me. “Yeah, that’s definitely true.”

“And what have you always pictured yourself doing, making music or teaching it?”

“Making music, definitely.”

“And Sub Pop is a really good label to get signed to.”

He laughed. “I see where you’re going with this.”

“Look, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything. I’ve always lived my life doing the right thing, doing what my parents want me to do, doing what’s expected of me. I’ve maybe ignored other opportunities because of it. But it’s never too late.”

“So you think I should quit teaching.”

“I’m not going to say that.” I moved closer and kissed his shoulder. “It’d maybe be selfish of me to say you should quit teaching. Plus, it’s sexy, fucking the professor.”

He grinned. “You like being a bad student, don’t you?”

I smacked his arm, but inwardly felt a thrill. “Anyway, do what you think is right.”

He nodded again and sighed. “I know. I’ve just never had to make a choice like this before.”

“What about the other guys in your band?”

“George will probably quit his job. Andy probably won’t, at least not at first. And Tom doesn’t really work full time anyway, so he’s ready to put everything into this.”

There was a short pause in the conversation as we got fully dressed. I caught him peeking at me as I pulled my jeans on, and gave him a look. He grinned in return.

“How are you doing, by the way?” he asked.

“I’m fine now. I got over it, I guess.”

“Good, I’m glad. You’re incredible. You’re going to be fine.”

I smiled. “Thanks. That means a lot.”

He leaned forward again and kissed me. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, savoring his taste and his lips. He pulled away, smiling huge.

“I want to keep doing that,” he said.

“I want that too.”

He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt safe, comfortable, and needed. My worries and stress didn’t return for the rest of the day.

I
was nervous, but I knew it was the right decision. I walked up the stairs, almost in a daze, the previous day’s events running through my mind. First, I signed with a serious, incredible record label with a band composed of my closest friends. It was a dream come true, something I had wanted ever since I was a kid. When I was fourteen, I started playing seriously, and never looked back. Writing songs and playing came naturally to me throughout my life, and although it took me awhile to achieve success, I never let myself give up completely. There were always frustrations and setbacks, but I persevered.

Then there was Emma. Her body was incredible, she was funny and smart and dedicated. Being with her was something I hadn’t seriously considered. After Amy broke my heart, I thought I would never fall for another girl. But I felt myself spinning whenever I thought about Emma, and the way she made me laugh. We spent all of Wednesday in and out of bed, celebrating my success, but also celebrating each other. It was like a huge weight had lifted off my back, and we were finally together.

I pushed open the stairwell door and walked down a carpeted hallway. Halfway toward the end, I knocked on a big wooden door, and then pushed it open.

“Can I help you?” said a woman sitting at a desk. She was probably mid-fifties, hair in a tight, greying bun, and wore glasses.

“Hi, I’m Jim Sleeter, I’m here to see Professor Mason.”

“Oh hi Jim, go right on in. He’s expecting you.” She smiled at me.

“Thanks,” I said then opened the door to her right.

Inside, Professor Mason, head of the music department and my dad’s old friend, sat at a huge wooden desk. The walls were covered in books, and there were three old guitars in the corner.

“Jim! How are things?” he said, smiling at me.

“Hi Mr. Mason. Things are pretty good, how are you?”

“Please, call me Fred.” I shut the door behind me then took a seat at a chair in front of him.

“Okay, Fred.” I felt a little weird using his name.

“What can I do for you?”

“Well, I have good and bad news.”

He laughed. “Start with the good news then.”

“My band was signed to a pretty serious label, Sub Pop.”

“Hey, congratulations! That’s fantastic. What’s the deal?”

“Two albums, we start on the first in a month.”

“That’s incredible Jim. Great news.”

“Which brings me to the bad news.”

“You can’t work at Temple anymore.”

I laughed and nodded. “I’m sorry, Fred. This is a huge opportunity, and I have to pursue it.”

He stood and walked around his desk, and sat in the chair next to me. “Jim, of course you do. I wouldn’t let you stay even if you wanted to now.”

Relief flooded over me. This man had taken a chance on me, given me a job when he didn’t need to in a competitive field that I wasn’t exactly qualified for, at least on paper. I felt like I was letting him down.

“Thank you so much for taking a shot on me, I really appreciate it.”

He nodded. “Listen, you’re a smart kid, and talented. You’re going to be successful. I wasn’t taking a chance on you, I was just giving a qualified individual a teaching job. That’s it.”

“I appreciate you saying that, really.”

He clapped me on the shoulder, smiling. “Good luck Jim. I’m sure I’m going to hear you on the radio very soon.”

“I hope so.”

He stood and I followed. We shook hands.

“If you ever want to come back, really, don’t hesitate to call me.”

“Thanks Fred.”

I waved as I left, glowing. I had expected that to go completely different, but it was perfect. He wasn’t upset at all; if anything, he was excited for me. I knew he had to fill my position, or at least get someone to cover my next semester’s classes, but he clearly didn’t mind. Somebody would do it; there were always eager, smart people trying to teach college. But I was free, and I was ready to pursue my dream.

I walked down the stairs, my mind racing. I imagined everything that was to come, the hard work and the dedication. I had some savings, and we were getting a small advance on the first album, so I had enough to live on. Everything was going to work out fine for me. Best of all, I had Emma, and I didn’t have to stress about the inappropriate teacher-student relationship. We were free to be whatever we wanted to be. Part of me worried that the draw of the illicit relationship would wear off and she’d find someone new, but whatever was meant to happen would happen.

I pushed open the door and went out into a beautiful, sunny day. The campus was crawling with students enjoying the sunshine, young kids laying out on the grass, milling around with their friends, eating lunch truck food and throwing footballs. I pulled out my phone and texted Emma.

1:14pm Me: I am officially no longer a professor

1:17pm Emma: Congrats! You’re a full time musician now.

1:18pm Emma: but I guess I’m not interested anymore if we’re no longer in a forbidden affair.

1:18pm Me: that’s okay I was only in it for your body

1:19pm Emma: Shut up and come over here.

I grinned stupidly at my phone as I slid it back into my pocket. I unlocked my bike from the black iron fence, strapped on my helmet, and hopped on. I rode into traffic, glided out toward Emma and my future, reveling in the uncertainty. Anything could happen, and I couldn’t wait to find out.

I
walked out into the day with a smile on my face for the first time since I started college. I wondered what Jim was up to. He had been working on a new song with George and Tom, and they hadn’t left the studio all day.

It was the first day of the second semester and everything had changed. I looked at the crowds of people and imagined how many of them felt the same way that I did.

Finally, after agonizing about it endlessly, after long late night discussions with Jim and Lane, I changed my major from pre-med to criminology. I had always been good with statistics, and I felt that I could make a real difference in Philadelphia. Racial segregation and high levels of murder and crime had blighted the community for a long time. Living at Temple only underscored how dangerous Philadelphia had become. I wanted to get involved with my community and give back to the city that had helped me so much.

My parents were none too pleased. Thinking back to that conversation always made me cringe. My dad yelled and my mom said I was disappointing, but I stood strong and refused to budge. They eventually said they wouldn’t pay for my school, which meant I would have to start looking into loans. They softened on that position, though, and agreed to pay for my tuition if I paid for my living expenses. That was more than I had hoped for.