Rebecca

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Glossary.
Rebecca tends to write with a bit of public school slang, so heres a brief glossary which might help- especially if your not British.
Trakie Bums- Tracksuit Bottoms
Hoodie- Hooded sweat top.
Snack, or 'Going for a Snack'- Cigarette, or going for a ciggarte.
The Tower- Rebecca's boarding house, which is in fact a Tower.
Theres probably more, I'll put more up if I write anymore!


I jumped up and down, waving as the sleek black car became smaller and smaller on the road and finally disappeared. I sighed. The car had contained my four closest friends, including Alice, who was like a sister too me. I looked around the deserted car park, it was starting to get dark. The girls had stayed as long as possible, but they all had homes to go to. It was half term. I'm one of the very few who don't look forward to half term. The parents living in India makes it not worth going home for five days, and I cant stay with any of my friends since last year's episode in which I was the brain child of a wild house party. Since then all of the parents adopt a very 'Rebecca's a lovely girl.. Just not in my house.' kind of attitude. After a lot of council with the school, my parents agreed on a system by which I stay at school, all I have to do is register with one of the members of staff who has come in for a meeting. Once at what would normally be morning break time and in the evening. Its a simple system, but its super effective. It means that if I leave school it has to be after 11 and I have to be back before 8, which doesn't leave a lot of time for messing around in between. Great for the school, pretty shitty for me. Picking up my bag I begin the long treck back up to the top of the hill, I was planning to get into my PJ's with my laptop and watch back to back episodes of One Tree Hill- I drift into a day dream about Chad Micheal Murray that lasts until I'm tucked up in bed in giant trackie bums and a hoodie, sucking my thumb and rolled up in my duvet. I'm feeling quite sorry for myself actually, there is only so much American angst ridden teen drama that you can enjoy. Unfortunately I stupidly left my DVD's on the floor and now they were all scratched, the DVD started to stick until my laptop froze. I hit it onto the floor, carelessly, in a temper and for some reason burst into tears. This was my fourth half term alone at school. I could imagine the girls in the car, singing along to Cd's, gossiping and planning the holiday. There would be over night stays in London, shopping trips, sleepovers, spa visits and numerous meet ups for coffee. And I wasn't allowed to go. I was still technically grounded for the party we threw last year. I managed to convince the school and parents that it had been all my idea and that the rest of the girls were blameless, it had been my idea after all. I was just wiping the tears off my face and telling myself to buck up my ideas when there was a knock at the door. If it was that creepy caretaker I would seriously be making complaints.
'Come in' I replied emotionally, I'm dramatic like that. The door opened and to my surprise in walked Holden, wearing a suit as ever, but he'd gone crazy and removed the tie. I quickly sat up and wiped at my face. I regretted my choice of hoodie and trackies, both of which were a little bit dirty.
'Sir! What are you doing here?' I got up out of bed, and in what I hoped was a casual fashion, removed my hoodie to reveal a teeny tiny pink lacy vest top. An improvement, then I discreetly slipped a couple of tic tacs into my mouth.
'You missed eight o'clock registration, Jones.'
'Your taking registration?' I blurted out incredulously. He raised his eye brows.
'Why not Miss Jones?'
'I'm not sure Sir, its just not very St.Georges to let a male teacher be alone with a girl and all that.' He smiled.
'Well, they trust me implicitly. Besides, your technically an adult.'
'If I'm technically and adult then why the need for all of this registration?' I quipped.
'Careful cheeky.' He smiled again, god I love it when he smiles... How pathetic am I?
'So, can I just clarify, you are alone in The Tower, in fact, we have the whole school to ourselves?' This whole thing seemed very unlikely- School allows 18 year old girl and teacher to be alone in school... He nods.
'I admit that it does sound unlikely, but here we are.' I really get the feeling that hes not telling me something, but right now I'm not too bothered. I move across the room and start to push my trunk across the room to the door, I block the door with it and look at him. He surveys me quizzically.
'What an earth are you doing?'
'Blocking the door of course. We don't want anyone walking in on us! Even if we're meant to be alone.' A smile slowly spreads across his face, and he takes me in his arms.
'Well, while I've got you prisoner...' He pushes me down onto my bed (which luckily is a double) and pins down my wrists. He seems to like doing this .He bites lightly on my neck and works his way down my body, he slips of my very un sexy trackies and pulls them off.
'Why on earth are you wearing those?' He asks.
'Well I'm so sorry Sir, If I'd known that you were going to storm in a seduce me I would have worn my negligee!
'Seduce? I seem that it was you who blocked the door Jones, and enough of you're cheek, unless you want to earn yourself another trip over my knee' I shudder deliciously at his threat and pull off his jumper and unbutton his shirt. He neatly removes his cuff links and watch and places them on my beside table next too my phone, a used make up wipe, some scented candle and an ashtray.
'Quite the slattern, arn't you? I should really...' Only he would never get to finish this sentence because I had slowly undone his belt and slid out his rock hard cock. I was still slightly intimidated by the sheer size of it, but I was getting used to it. I had gone down on boys before, but it had been a quick behind the playing field job at another boy's school, this was a whole different ball game. Holden slid his hands into my hair and gently guided my head. He exhales deeply and moaned. I contained to suck and play with his cock until in came in a hot rush in my mouth, I was taken by surprise but I've always been a swallower and I dutifully drank it all. I came back up and lay besides him, he stroked my hair, seemingly excused.
'God Jones, I was going to fuck you senseless, but I don't think I've got the stamina. Where did you learn to do that?' I looked at him in what I hoped was a knowing way.
'If I told you you'd take your belt to me' I giggled and the lent over to look under my bed, I dragged out a cardboard box and put on the bed, out of which I took a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses, I pushed the box off the bed and pulled the cork out with my teeth, I then spat the cork across the room in a truly lady-like gesture. Holden didn't seem entirely impressed.
'Sorry, its an old habit that Alice and I have.'
'How on earth do you get hold of that? Does Matron not do room searches?' I traced out patterns on his chest as I sipped my glass of wine.
'I bought it from the shop in the village, I'm 18 remember? and in the old days I got a guy from the village to buy it for me.'
'How long have you been doing that for?'
'Since we were about fifteen or sixteen.' He shakes his head. 'Anyway, what is this, twenty questions?'
'I'm your teacher! I've got every right to ask where you obtained illicit alcohol from!' He replied indignantly.
'Well considering that we're sleeping together I think that I've got a right to ask you some questions too.'
'Alright, five questions each, whole truth, nothing but the truth.'
'Deal. You go first.' I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat, he thought for a Minuit.
'Why don't you go home at half term?' I explain all about India and the house party.
'So you took the blame for the party?' He asked.
'Yeah, of course. I didn't want my friends to get in trouble.' He surveyed me.
'Your a very unusual girl, you know Rebecca.'
'Yep, and its the unusual girl's turn to ask a question.' I stop to think- I know nothing about Holden and its hard to know where to start. I decide to go with the unoffensive to start with.
'How old are you?'
'30.' He replies shortly. 12 years difference, I think. Not too bad. He appears to be thinking again.
'Do you have a boyfriend?' I'm a bit surprised by this,
'Of course not! I wouldn't be doing this if I did!' He seems to take a minuit to take this in.
'How old were you when you lost your virginity?' He seems taken off guard.
'You said that I could ask anything!'
'I was 15, and far too young.'
'15.. thats not too bad. A bit man whoreish but could be worse.' We're on our third questions now.
'What do you want to do when you leave school?' I blush, I hate this question.
'I want to be an actress.' Public schools don't take well to the idea of their students going on to be out of work actors, but Holden seemed pleased by this.
'Ah, my little drama queen, it all makes sense.'
'I am not a drama queen!' He looks at me with contempt, but doesn't dignify my denial with a response
'My turn.' I flutter my eye lashes. 'Can I call you Jack?'
'As long as it's kept to the appropriate circumstances, I should think so.'
'Well duh sir, Its not like I'm going to shout, " Alright Jacky-Boy, great Shag last night." I don't think Holden, sorry, Jack, sees the funny side of this.
'Tis you're penultimate question Jacky boy...'
'We agreed on Jack, Rebecca, not Jacky boy.'
'OOo-oo pedantic much?' He lands a light swat on my backside, enough to stop me from being cheeky.
'Whats the worst thing that you've done, and got away with, in your time at ST. Georges.' This is going to require some thought. I finally settle on one outstanding memory.
'At the end of last year, after the exams, the girls and I got some boys from St. Thomas's and we got stoned on the roof, only they couldn't leave because the main gate has night guard, so we had to dress them up in our school uniforms and smuggle them out the next morning.' He laughs, which makes me relax, I thought this might all be an elaborate plot to punish me again.
'My God Rebecca, I think its a very good thing that I turned up here. Right, your penultimate question.' I know exactly what I want to ask.
'Why does the school trust a good looking single male to look after me alone? I know theres something that your not telling me.' He sits upright and looks into my eyes.
'You really want the truth?' I nod.
'Because I'm not single, I'm engaged.'