Seclusion

Lillian and Patrick had been slowly but surely becoming something to worry about, As their frivolous actions were becoming all that more apparent to those around them. It had been three days since their initial “study session.” As Patrick had called it, when he requested the Dean of the school to allow him to tutor Lillian. He had said yes, but they were being watched closely.

”Everyone turn to page 135 in your text, and we shall begin reading a short story by Robert Frost…” Mumbled Patrick, or currently, Mr. Cooper to the rest of his class. They all did so, having taken his treatment of another student few days earlier as a warning. They were the fish, and he was the shark. And he happened to like it that way.

Lillian on the other hand, sat in the back of the room silently, biting on the bottom of her pink mechanical pencil thoughtfully, eyes traveling over her well dressed teacher, and lover, with a sexual prowess she never thought existed in herself. Crossing her legs slightly under her desk, clad in a small pink t-shirt and white shorts, it was one of the hottest days of the summer, and everyone was scantily clad. Except their teacher of course, still stuck in his suit, but with his coat removed and shirt undone a few buttons.

The other females in the class seemed to be enjoying the little show as well, some exposing far too much cleavage or legs, trying to attract their handsome teachers attention. But it was obvious that the way his cold blue eyes traveled to the back of the classroom, watching those bouncy red curls of hers as Lillian wrote notes, that he only had eyes for one of his students. Though they could not prove it.

One eager hand shot up suddenly from the back of the room, an ebony haired girl with fiery amber eyes begged for his attention. He raised an eyebrow, as he never seemed to get any participation from these little numbskulls. Taking the risk, he pointed to her with his chalk, allowing her to speak.

“Yes Rhonda?” He asked softly, she bit her bottom lip, leaning forward onto her desk and only exposing more tanned cleavage, he sighed slightly, allowing it for the moment.

“ Sir! Do you have any condoms?” She asked, he blinked rapidly, looking confused.

”What the hell does that have to do with the current topic?” he questioned, eyebrows furrowed, not knowing what would spill from her gloss covered lips.

”Well, You forgot them last time, so I just wanted to make sure we had protection this time around… but I don’t think it will feel nearly as good…” The entire class went up in an ruckus of cat calls and whoops, Mr. Cooper merely smirked, shaking his head as he closed the book, laying it on an empty desk in the front. He cleared his throat slightly, walking down to rows to step before her.

” Rhonda… Darling…” He murmured, that devilish smirk on his lips as he leaned closer to her. “You must know by now, that with these constant sexual connotations you make in class, I can only be lead to believe that your so desperate a virgin you would hit on your own, oldie moldy teacher. “ He tisked, she looked about as red as a beet, her male friends Ooooooing under their hands. Children, he thought to himself, so easily manipulated and embarrassed, he glanced back to Lillian, she was blushing and smirking insanely, her innocent contour and actions only making him glance to the clock for what felt like the millionth time, wishing this class would end. He had plans for her today; plans that made him very, very eager to leave this stuffy classroom. The rest of the class had gone almost silently, the board covered in chalk, and a small amount on his cheek.

When the loud, final bell finally did ring, Mr. Cooper let out a sigh, yelling to them as they packed up.

“Exams are only two weeks away! Go over your notes!” He called, but it obviously fell on deaf ears, as always. He sighed, letting the chalk fall from his hand and land on the ledge of the blackboard. Beginning to erase, he felt a pair of small hands resting on his hips, slipping around his toned abdomen completely.

”What was this surprise you wanted to tell me about?” Came Lillian’s small, sweet voice, her thoughts had been roaming over what his “surprise” might be, and the erotic tension between them could have been cut with a knife.

He chuckled slightly, turning to face her, shaking his head and letting a finger rest on her nose playfully.

“Nah Un…. Not telling you yet my little kitten.” He teased, she pouted, hating how he treated her like a child and not a lover in school. She knew no one cared, other than jealousy, and she had not hidden it. But he on the other hand dismissed it as a childish fantasy whenever anyone questioned it. Lillian just couldn’t see why their relationship would hurt him. But none the less, it was a secret that everyone knew about. Lillian had become quite popular from it, and in a mere three days she was on top of the world, her self esteem had grown out of proportion, but with him she was still the same innocent little girl.

Collecting his things, Mr. Cooper and Lillian walked together out of the air-conditioned school, a common occurrence now days. She looked up to him adoringly, that tall, strong, imposing man she had fallen head over heels for. They had made an involuntary beeline for his black BMW, he opened the door for her as she climbed in, his eyes following her silky legs as she sat on the warm leather. He pulled himself in next to her, starting the car with a roar, it purred beneath them as he pulled out of the parking lot.

”Have you been studying?” Patrick asked with a smirk, Lillian rolled her eyes slightly, looking over to him as she crossed her legs.

“Oh come off it. Were out of school now, don’t be such a prude.” She demanded, he laughed, nodding.

“Alright, alright. I’m still not telling you the surprise however.” He added, she huffed, crossing her arms in that girly fashion he had grown to adore.

Eventually they pulled off of the long expanse of highway, driving for another fifteen minutes before pulling into the driveway of a tall, beautiful house. The front bore an arc window, which seemed to rest in a sort of tower-like part of the house, the rest seeming fairly basic, in a light blue hue. Opening the garage, he pulled in, stalling then engine as the door shut behind them.

Lillian looked flabbergasted. “You… you live here?” She asked in amazement, stepping out of the car, even his garage was amazing! She glanced to the side, seeing two motorcycles, one black and red and huge, the glistening chrome seeming to hypnotize her. The other, however, seemed to make her raise an eyebrow. It was smaller, and pink.

“Why do you…?” She stopped, grinning broadly. Patrick smiled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her softly.

“Happy birthday.” He mumbled, she grinned. “My birthdays in August.” She laughed; he merely shrugged, kissing her again.

“Happy early birthday. I saw them in a shop the other day… I just couldn’t resist… and it would fit you perfectly.” He murmured, his breath teasing over her lips as he spoke. Lillian giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him tenderly.

“Its much too expensive…” But it was obvious she loved it to death. “Will you take me out for a ride later?” She asked innocently, which he perverted with ease.

“Why not right now?” He asked with a grin, lifting her up against him, she wrapped her legs around him instinctively, pulling her hips against his.

“I do believe you speak of another kind of ride.” She murmured in between fevered kisses, he took up the stairs and out of his Garage, neither of them paying much attention to their surroundings, he merely continued up the stairs to his bedroom, until she pulled away from his wandering lips, looking out the massive picture window in the back to the small in ground pool.

“You have a pool?” She murmured with a devilish grin, he rose an eyebrow, nodding. Lillian struggled out of his arms, which he allowed as she pressed her hands against the glass door, watching the clear blue water ripple. He walked behind her hungrily, kissing her shoulders and neck, she opened the door, giggling back to him, he let out a frustrated growl as she pulled out of his grasps again.

“Lillian…” He murmured, a hunger in his voice, she dipped a toe in the water, feeling its coolness, she giggled, pushing off her flip flops and pulling her pink t shirt over her head, Patrick watched with vigor, seeing more of her creamy skin that he loved becoming visible. Lillian was loving his voracious following of her, she kept her back turned, undoing her bra and laying it to the side as well, letting her fingertips trail over her slim frame gently, giggling as she teased him. Patrick grinned, pulling his own shirt over his head, letting his ripped body catch the heat of the sun, following her like a puppy. Eventually she stopped, pulling off her shorts and panties in one go, tossing them at him as she dived into the pool. By the time his eyes were able to see, she was gliding beneath the surface gracefully, he followed her bare rump with his eyes, swiftly shedding himself of his clothing and getting in slowly, he never was one to dive in. Patrick could hear Lillian’s giggle at the other end of the pool, he stared at her with an intent to ravage in his eyes, she waited for him this time, thinking her teasing riled him up enough.


Patrick swam in her direction, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her wet lips as she rose from beneath the crystal clear waters, those wet curls now smoothing out, making her hair much longer than he had ever thought possible. But his mind was much more occupied with the bareness of her flesh, that pale, smooth skin that made him shiver at the merest touch. “Lillian…” he whispered softly into her ear, biting onto the curve and tugging erotically, she let out a tiny squeal, her legs tightening about him instinctively.

Lillian really didn’t want to leave the comforts of the pool, but it was obvious by the walking motion Patrick made to the stairs leading out of the water that he wanted out, and she wasn’t about to stop him, feeling the warmth of lubrication already present beneath the rippling waters, and the prodding of his hard tip against her thigh. She had learned quickly that Patrick liked to be in control, and she liked to be under it.

Patrick had some other ideas however, walking up the concrete stairs that were engulfed by waters, but not leaving the pool. He released her legs from around his muscled frame, and he could see the confusion in her eyes. Giving her a tender, confirming kiss, she seemed to calm, letting him do as he pleased, knowing he would have “convinced” her to see it his way eventually. Patrick grinned with veracious lust, taking her slight hips in his broad hands, and turning her around, so she faced away from him. With that, he leaned her over the edge of the pool, so the surrounding wooden deck, heated by the sun would support her upper body.

The sudden sight of her pale, smooth rump sent a seething tremor of lust through him, mauling her with those strong hands, combing red lines into it for the mere joy of it. Lillian couldn’t seem to see over her shoulder, and whimpered in pleasure and the slightest inkling of pain as he groped her flesh. She caught sight of the fire in his eyes, the hunger that resonated from him, and she wanted it, wanted to feel his lust inside her once again… more desperate whimpers left her vocals, and Lillian earned a quick slap on her rump for her efforts. “Shush, your teacher is… examining.” He teased, kissing the reddened spot and parting her cheeks, so he could see everything… and it was more pleasing that he could have imagined.

Lillian let out a sharp cry when he had struck her, biting her bottom lip, then smiling softly when his deep voice spoke to her teasingly, the stinging soothed with the slightest of kisses, she pouted over her shoulder as best she could, wiggling her backside at him wantingly. “Please… Patrick…” she begged him, squinting at the change he would slap her backside again, almost...Wanting him to.

He chuckled softly, nodding in acceptance of her pleas, before stroking himself gently, merely readying himself for the entrance he longed for. He lifted her light weight into his strong hands, parting her legs wider and delving into her with such percison and depth she let out a gasping cry, which was like music to his ears, not giving her a moment to recuperate from his initial entrance, pulling out almost completely before digging himself into her again, rewarded with yet another gasp, laced with the sound of pleasurable moaning. “Enjoying yourself?” He asked teasingly, pulling her body back with ease, sinking himself so deeply into her that his head was spinning, concentrating merely on the tension in his loins.

“Patrick! Pat-“ She was cut off in her cries for him, only able to moan in the pleasure he gifted her with, arching her back and letting her mouth remain open, those bubblegum parted lips echoing throughout his backyard, moaning his name, her desires. “Harder! Please, Patrick…” She begged him, and with her words he slapped her rump again, hearing her yelp but rewarding her with what she wished, going harder, deeper, rougher.

Patrick wasn’t sure how much longer he could last at this pace, so he paused, much to Lillian’s whines, pulling himself out of the waters and turning her over, spreading her legs wide as he sunk into her again, she moaned happily, his own groans now mixing her her moans as he neared his climax.

She hadn’t been expecting him to stop so suddenly, but feeling his strong body move her about with such ease, she let him do as he wished, merely happy to have this thick length enter her again, looking through her piercing green eyes onto his body, wet, dripping cool water onto her own body. She reached up, scraping her fingernails down his chest, eliciting a growl so animalistic from him that she did it again down his back, like pouring gasoline on his already blazing fire.

He hadn’t expected her to do anything with a rough edge on it, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the way she touched him, having always enjoyed rough sex. “Lillian…” He growled down to her, bending down and biting her breast, claiming, so he could taste the slightest of blood on his teeth. She cried out in pain, which set him off, unable to hold back any longer, he moaned her name, growled in pleasure as he poured himself inside her, the thick, musky scent of their union wafting about them pleasingly.

The bite mark Patrick had left of her breast stung with a certain amount of excitement, knowing that he had claimed her… she was his, and she loved it more than words could say, clinging to his wet, nude body as he caught his breath, wondering what the night would bring.