The Only Time

I try my best to not to get lost in my daydream as Mr. Payne finishes his lecture on the bombing of Pearl Harbor. Even it was such a tragic event, my history teacher can just bring it to life. The way he talks just immerses me in the knowledge. He’s not that bad looking either…

The bell tolls for the school week to come to an end. “Okay, class,” Mr. Payne says, trying to quiet everyone down as we pack up our belongings. “Your homework is chapter thirteen, section four, questions one through fifteen. That will be due Monday.”

There are collective groans from my classmates. I didn’t though. Mr. Payne may give a lot of homework but it’s only for our own good. I slowly put my book in my backpack as I watch everyone exit the room. It’s only Mr. Payne and I now. I close my bag and bring it over my shoulder, walking toward the front of the room.

“Mr. Payne..?”

He looks up and seems startled and a little uncomfortable. “Um, yes, Caroline. What can I do for you?”

“Uh…” I look down at my fingernails and then look back up. The tension between us is prominent. “I just wanted to thank you for that A on my last paper.”

Mr. Payne seems relieved. He lets out a breath he must have been holding. “Well, it was an excellent essay. You really captured the theme of ignorance throughout history well. I especially liked the medical misconceptions part.” He smiles a little bit.

I blush and look away.

Mr. Payne stands and comes over to stand next to me in front of his desk. “You’re a very talented student, Caroline. I just wish you would participate in class discussion more. Why is that?”

“Well… I guess I’m just scared I’ll say the wrong thing.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being wrong, Caroline.”

Mr. Payne puts his hand on my shoulder. It sends electricity through my body. I look from his hand up to his eyes, my lips parted. I’m frozen with anticipation—it’s killing me. I’ve wanted him for the longest time. I’m legal now—but our relationship would still be illegal because he’s my teacher but I don’t care. It’s so wrong, it’s right. I reach for his belt and he jerks away.

“Caroline, what are you doing?!” He exclaims, removing his hand from my shoulder.

My heart sinks a little. I feel tears form in my eyes. “I… I… I just… wanted to…” My face crumples as I begin to cry. I put my hand over my face, embarrassed.

“Don’t… don’t cry.” Mr. Payne leans forward and puts his arms around me in a light hug.

I hug him back. I put my head against his chest and I can just faintly hear the sound of his heartbeat. It makes me smile—I feel safe in his arms. A few moments pass and I pull myself away, still holding him in my arms. We stare at each other for what seems like forever until our lips finally meet. Sparks fly and I feel something change within me. My heart flutters and I feel cold and hot at the same time.

Mr. Payne breaks away, going toward the door without saying a word. He pulls down the blind of his door and then he jogs to the other side of the room, dragging the curtains over the windows. He returns to his spot in front of me.

“Just in case anyone sees…” Mr. Payne grabs my chin and kisses me deeply.

My breath hitches but I quickly melt into the kiss. I would have never in a million years expected this. It’s a dream come true. I feel Mr. Payne’s hand travel up my skirt and that signals me to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I stick my hand down them. I may be a 17-year-old Catholic school girl but that doesn’t mean a thing. I know my way around a man. I’ve had plenty of practice.

We turn and I start backing up toward his desk, kissing him over and over. I blindly move the books and other objects out of the way. I climb up and sit on the desk. With shaky hands, I begin to unbutton my blouse and Mr. Payne mimics me. Once mine is open, Mr. Payne’s lips are against my chest and breasts. I close my eyes, throwing my head back, and let out a small moan. His strong, masculine hands against my thighs turns me on so intensely. I push him away abruptly. I pull up my skirt and yank my tights and panties down to the floor. I return to my spot on the desk.

Mr. Payne kisses my neck and whispers, “I’ve wanted this for so long…”

“Me too,” I breathe heavily.

My history teacher pulls his own pants down and I adjust my position. A sharp pain rattles through my core—I may have had a lot of practice, but it has still been awhile. I put my hand on Mr. Payne’s shoulder as he begins to push into me.

“Oh, Caroline,” he whispers, out of breath from the intensity of the moment.

“Shh,” I respond, putting my finger over his mouth and then pressing my lips against his.

It’s a holiday weekend so most of the staff left as soon as possible, but there could still be teachers walking down the hall. We had to be quiet. We cannot get caught. I could never let that happen to Mr. Payne.

Low grunts echo from the back of Mr. Payne’s throat and down through his chest. I throw my head back, trying my best not to scream out in ecstasy. I lean forward and run my tongue along my teacher’s neck and then nipping at his ear. This causes his thrusting to grow faster. I lean back on one hand and hang from his shoulder with the other.

“Faster,” I say through gritted teeth.

Mr. Payne slams into me.

“Yes! C’mon!”

I sit up and grab at my chest, feeling overwhelmed. I’ve never been with a man before, only teenage boys. And I’m never going back. This is exhilarating. He actually knows what to do.

“Yes, Mr. Payne!” I exclaim.

“You can call me Liam now…”

I stop for a moment. I feel like that would be weird. He’s still my teacher and I respect him too much for that. I simply don’t respond, focusing on what we’re doing.

That familiar pleasurable sensation begins to form within me. My breath grows shallow and my hands are weak. Pressure grows behind my forehead. My heart is pounding. Small, desperate moans release from my lips. I feel cold yet hot at the same time—it’s so indescribable. My chest heaves and I reach my peak, my mouth gaping open. My hips roll wildly into his.

Mr. Payne continues, almost there. His thrusts grow sporadic and less rhythmic. His grunts are deeper but shorter. Mr. Payne grips my hips for leverage. I try my best to keep rolling but I’m just done. He throws his head back and his thrusts are short and quick as he finishes. He lets out a huge, exhausted sigh, and pulls out.

My arms shake as I try to hold myself up. I bring myself toward Mr. Payne and I kiss him sloppily. The kiss deepens and I run my fingertips along his chest. We then break away and get dressed in silence. It seems a little awkward now. We’re back in reality. We’re back in his classroom in my high school. This is so surreal.

“Do you need a ride home?” He asks quietly.

“No, I have a car.” I pick up my backpack and I freeze, staring at him. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t either.”

“Will this happen again?” It seems like an eager question but I am just wondering.

Mr. Payne looks down and then meets my eye again. “I’m not sure. We’ll just have to see…”

“Okay,” I say simply, showing him how mature I can be. But I have a feeling this won’t be the last of my after school sessions with Mr. Payne.

Notes

Yeeah, this was inspired by a dream I had. #awkward I almost wasn't able to finish it because it was so uncomfortable but I'm glad I did!

Title Credit: "Don't Stand So Close to Me" by The Police
Caroline's Outfit: http://tinyurl.com/kn8d4ld