My legs shook as I nervously waited in the Biology room near the window. My peach book bag was slung over my shoulder while I clung my textbook to my chest.
“Are you waiting for someone?” I snapped my head up at Mr. Scott who was now standing in the doorway across from me.
“Yes,” I said, snapping my head to look over my shoulder and out the window in an attempt to hide the blush that was creeping across my cheeks. I always got weak around Mr. Scott.
“Might I ask whom?” I turned my head back to face him as he walked slowly towards me.
My textbook quickly turned into a safety net as I spoke, clinging it tight enough that my nails would surely leave an impression on the cover. “Oh, uh… Trystan.”
“Trystan?” Mr. Scott raised an eyebrow and took another step towards me. “Isn’t he a bit young?”
The blush that had just left my face quickly returned. How could he possibly know about my little crush on him? “He’s not young. He’s my age.”
“Mmm…okay.” The man with peppered gray and brown hair stepped closer, now standing close enough for me to smell the scent of coffee that swam away from his body. “I just thought that you liked men who were a bit… older.”
Oh my goodness. He did know. He had to. “I didn’t know that my preference in men was of any concern to you.”
He seemed to have been taken back by my sudden burst of confidence but his stance didn’t falter for more than a second. “It is when boys break your heart and men don’t.” Well, that was a damn shitty comeback.
I smirked, knowing a way to completely throw him out of whack. “Oh, right, because my heart is obviously going to get broken on a trip to the bank.”
Mr. Scott straightened his back and took a step away from me. “Oh uh…”
“Uh…uh…” I mimicked him and laughed. “I needed a ride, okay? I’m not going to go fucking him in the back of his car or something.” It took me half a second to realize why he was smirking and how wrong my previous sentence was.
“I never said anything about you two fucking.”
I rolled my eyes and adjusted the book in my hand once again. I could feel the heat between us growing.
“Don’t you have papers to grade or something?” I tried to avert his attention elsewhere as not to make the conversation last any longer than it had to. I was already picturing my teacher bending me over the counter I was leaning against.
“Papers can wait.” He looked down at me with a grin that set my whole body on fire. “I would rather mess with you.”
I swallowed a lump in my throat. “Fuck you.”
“You would.”
He was right. I absolutely would fuck him. In a heartbeat, actually, but he didn’t need to know that. I stuck my tongue out at him and then as if it were divine intervention, Trystan came speed-walking into the classroom, his footsteps completely disrupting the conversation. Mr. Scott stepped back and adjusted his shirt.
“I’m so sorry I’m late, Sasha. I had to help Ms. Lilley with something.” I couldn’t help but feel my heart begin to race when he spoke. His voice was warm and smooth and made me feel safe.
“It’s fine, I was finishing up a conversation with Mr. Scott anyways.” I glanced over at the teacher who was now sitting at his desk, peering over his glasses to send shivers down my spine.
Trystan was standing between Mr. Scott and I and no doubt could feel the tension growing. “Well, then let’s get going.” He grabbed my hand with a gentle dominance and led me out of the classroom.
Mr. Scott’s eyes followed me out the door.
In the short and silent walk to Trystan’s truck, my mind ran in a million circles. Was it possible that I was crushing on Mr. Scott AND Trystan at the same time? I’d never really thought about actually fucking Trystan, but after my intense conversation with Mr. Scott back inside, I wondered if maybe I wanted more than just our playful and sexual banter we constantly had.
While Mr. Scott was a fun idea for a later date, Trystan was real. I wasn’t actually sure anything would even happen between us, but, nonetheless, we were at least the same age. And everything about him turned me on whether I wanted to acknowledge it or not. After all, he’s the first guy my age that has actually caught my eye.
“So what the fuck was that?” Trystan didn’t even turn to face me as he spoke, digging around in his book bag for his keys to the black truck.
I shuffled in place nervously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
With one sharp movement, Trystan had turned around to face me, leaving little to no space between us. “Don’t act like I couldn’t feel him looking you up and down.”
I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t even know what to say to that but I did know that I was turned on.
Silence lingered between the two of us for what felt like an eternity before I finally stepped back, clasping my textbook with both hands again. “You sound jealous.”
“I’m not.” Trystan spun back around with his car keys to unlock the truck. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to get in?” He seemed agitated and I knew then that he was absolutely jealous.
I ran around the truck and opened the passenger door, practically throwing my bag and textbook to the backseat. Then, another moment of silence as the engine let out a purr.
“Honestly, what right do you even have to be jealous? So what if I have a little crush on my teacher? You have a girlfriend.” The words just kind of spilled out of my mouth before my brain could choose something better for an icebreaker. My heart had dropped to my stomach and I stared at the side of Trystan’s head, eagerly awaiting a response of any kind.
“Maybe... I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.” He didn’t look over at me and instead fiddled with the radio.
I scoffed. “Oh, so I’m YOURS now? And what does that make Kel-”
“Yeah, between us, I’m kind of over her. And this isn’t about her.” He was now staring me down intently.
“But that doesn’t make me yours. I’m not some object.” I played with the hem of my skirt in an attempt to focus my attention elsewhere.
“Aren’t you?” His hand was suddenly on my thigh, his fingers gripping tight. “I mean, we’ve known each other for years and you always come crawling back to me.”
“I could say the same. This is a two-way street.”
“You’re mine because I allow you to be.”
I placed my hand over his as his grip tightened. “Again, it’s a two-way street and… I think that you need to earn ownership. You’ve yet to do so.”
Trystan snatched his hand back and stared so deeply into my eyes I was fearful that he could sense my hidden desire. He already had me.
He pulled his gaze just long enough to glance around the near-empty parking lot. It was a Friday and most everyone had left - or at least the people who had been parked around the back of the parking lot just hours ago. It was just us.
“You want me to earn you? How about I just take what’s mine instead?” In a swift move, he pulled my arms from my lap and shoved them to my sides as I was now turned in my seat to face him, one leg crossed on the seat. Trystan’s hands were warm and sent shivers up my spine.
He reached into the glove box and quickly pulled out a pocket knife. I was scared and I loved the rush of adrenaline.
“What are you going to do with that?” I held my head high and stayed in my place.
“Whatever I want,” the knife was cold compared to Trystan as it caressed my collarbones, tempting at the neckline of my shirt before he sliced right through it, cutting my shirt in half and leaving the blade to linger just above my skirt. “and right now, I want to feel you squirm.”
I shimmied out of my shirt and let it fall behind me. I’d never done anything so public and it gave me a new rush of excitement. The fear of being caught by someone from school or Trystan’s girlfriend. This beat sex with my ex in his mom’s basement.
“With your whole three inches, I’m guessing?” I could see my breath start to fog up the windshield. My heart sped in my chest as I tempted fate.
Trystan moved the knife from my stomach to my neck, causing my head to tilt back. He got on his knees and leaned over me, pressing me to the door with the knife preventing me from moving. “I know you must be used to that with your old teachers, but I am WAY bigger.”
His hand slipped down my bare chest and wrapped around to my back, unclasping my 36D bra and tossing it to the backseat. With his left hand still holding the knife to my throat, his right hand was free to work it’s way down my body, fingers stopping only to learn my curves. I wanted to say something but I was left biting my lip as this blue-eyed beauty found his way under my skirt and underwear. I wanted him to have every part of me right then and there but he definitely knew how to keep a girl on edge. And I was loving every moment.
The blade pushed deeper into my skin as his thumb began to rub my hood, tempting me as he slid one finger inside of me. I gasped a little bit at the sudden force. He continued to massage my hood and clit whilst sliding in another finger- and then another. All the while, Trystan had begun to suck on my nipples. The blade was still being held to my throat.
“You’re so wet.” His voice was gruff and just made me even wetter. It was hard to stay still under his grasp with so many sensations swimming through my body. Every single nerve was standing on end.
Finally, he dropped the knife to the ground and started to finger me even faster, focusing solely on that. The windshield was fogged and sweat beads had begun to form on Trystan’s forehead. I was stunned, frozen, unsure of what I was supposed to even do. I’d only ever had sex once before and it was awful. “Trystan, I- I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He stared into my eyes once again though this time was different - darker. “Obey.”
He pulled his hand out from under my skirt and gave me a moment to catch my breath. “Take your panties off but leave your skirt on. I want to fuck you like the school girl slut you are.”
“Yes, sir.” I slid my pink panties down my legs and over my tennis shoes.
Trystan placed a hand on my cheek and moved to slide a strand of hair behind my ears. “Put your hair up, too.”
“What, don’t want to risk Kelly finding my hair?” I slid my hair into a quick ponytail and was met with a hand to my throat, pushing me back against the window and cutting off airflow.
“Leave... her... out of this.” His lips were centimeters from mine.
With a dizzy head, I weakly proclaimed, “Make me.”
Rage flashed in Trystan’s eyes... and then there was something else. He peeled his hand away from my throat and went to unzip his jeans. Hastily, he pulled them down and off along with his boxers. I wasn’t given a second of warning before he reached over and pulled my head down by my hair and forced my mouth onto his half-hard cock.
I’d seen enough porn to know what I was supposed to do but I hadn’t expected Trystan to actually have six or seven inches. Even partially hard, he was big-thick too. So, I did my best to fit all of him in my mouth which got progressively harder to do as he grew in me. His hand was still tight on my ponytail and was forcing my head to bob up and down. I was gagging and could hardly breathe which just turned me on more as I shifted to sitting crouched on my knees on the seat for better support. I began to take control with my own momentum as he let go of my head.
I looked up briefly to see Trystan’s eyes closed and his head tilted back. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. I was proud of myself which made me get even more into it. I created suction with my lips as my tongue ran circles around his shaft and head, alternating as I moved myself up and down whilst using my hands to cover the gap my mouth couldn’t.
I pulled my mouth off of his cock and worked my tongue down his shaft and to his balls where I pulled a little trick from some video and took turn caressing them with my tongue. Trystan began to squirm and I couldn’t help but smirk to myself. Who was taking whom now?
“Fuck, babe. I want to fuck you. Now.” Once again, he took hold of my hair and pulled my head back. “Go to the backseat and lie on your back.”
I nodded and did as he said. I guess he was still in charge, not me. I liked it better like this anyways. My skirt folded back and fell onto my stomach as I scooted back against the window to give him room. Then, after taking the rest of his clothes off, my fit best friend climbed to the back to join me, standing up on his knees on the other side of the seat. It was then that I had a moment to drink up every detail from his toned chest to his voluminous hair and his larger-than-average penis. Before this moment, any talk of sex with Trystan was just theoretical. We’d joke but he always had a girlfriend. I never realized how hot it would be to do the taboo and hook up with my taken best friend.
We shared a dark look, knowing damn well that I was his and this would be far from our last time together. With that, he grabbed my knees and shoved himself into me, causing me to gasp. I was going to try and be quiet but he made it hard. Every pump shoved me closer to the window and for a moment, I couldn’t think. My constantly racing mind was calm and focused on the pressure inside of my pussy. I’d never had an orgasm before but I was sure it would happen if I just let go and gave him all of me.
“I’m- YOURS” My words came through a failed attempt to catch my breath and caused him to pump harder.
He let go of my knees with his left hand and placed it over my throat, gripping the sides and cutting off blood flow again. I was about to orgasm.
“I’m going to cum in you, baby girl. Cum with me.” He released his grip around my throat and roughly grabbed my right breast, squeezing as he came with me. It was a moment of pure bliss that made me regret every wasted moment before now.
