World's Apart
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,405
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
World's Apart
“Why didn’t you attend the prom last night? Everyone was there, well, except for you of course.”
Such remarks that I never expected to hear from my former Biology teacher, and current class adviser. And the funny thing is… he dropped by our house at such late hour, just to ask why I didn’t attend the prom. The whole year I tried to avoid all school activities, meetings and all gatherings of some sort… I’m not really a ‘people-person’ and I’m ochlophobic.
“I can’t dance and no one asked me out, I don’t want to be another ‘wallflower’…” I lied. I could dance and someone had already asked me out months before.
“You should have told me… I could have taught you how to, and I could have been your ‘date’.” He said with a smile.
I really hate it when he would tease me like that. Ever since the time he found out that I had a crush on him when I was in my sophomore year… It has become his habit to tease me unmercifully with such comments. He wasn’t really that attractive but his height made him stand out among his colleagues, He’s around 6’1, a bit plump, wears ‘Drew Carrie’ glasses which gave him a rather intellectual look and has those very cute sideburns.
I always had that wild urge to throw myself into his arms. I became obsessed with him. My whole world revolved around him, But when I entered junior high, I swore to myself I’d try to forget him and stop doing things that would catch his attention, I ended up avoiding him. There were times I wouldn’t do homework to show that I didn’t prioritize his subject, ignored him when I pass him by the school corridors and at times when I talk to him, I try to avoid eye-contact at all costs. Yet I continued to fall for him.
I stared at the old grandfather clock watching its pendulum sway back and forth, I guess it was my silent way of saying ‘It’s getting late, I think you should go now’, and besides, it was already a quarter past 10.
“I know it’s time. I just wondered that you might need someone to talk to. Living alone at your age can be, quite depressing you know.” He said with a concerned look on his face.
“I’m used to being alone, I’m old enough and I don’t need someone to look after me!” I unintentionally blurted out of frustration. I know he was just concerned about the mental and emotional state of his students that’s why he was doing this. And I think he has the right to know what I was thinking and feeling, come to think of it, whatever affects my studying also affects his way of teaching. I didn’t know what to do next, so I just looked down… trying to hide my watery eyes where tears could flow down any minute.
“What are you talking about? You’re still too young…” he paused, he slowly tilted my head up forcing me to look in his eyes. “Cause if you were only my age, sweetie, I’d marry you.” He bent down and lightly pressed his lips to mine. With a lazy, sensuous movement, his tongue entered my mouth and moved with urgent passion as our tongues danced in silent melody. After a while I broke the kiss to catch a breath.
“Not bad for a rookie, was this the first time you made-out?”
“Yeah, y-you know… we really sh-shouldn’t …be doing this.” I answered in between pants. “You could lose your job.”
“I know, I am aware of the consequences.”
His hands spanned my waist, drawing us closer together, he lowered his head and nuzzled my neck and nibbled my ear. In a swift motion he scooped me up in his arms and kissed my nose. I was surprised that he knew where my room was, he quickly opened the door and put me down. My room, wasn’t exactly a ‘typical teenage girl’s’ room, there was computer, a bed, a television, a ps2, a closet and the most ‘eye-catching’ piece in there was my desk which was cluttered with paper, paper and more paper.
“Damn, I was hoping we could use that desk of yours…”
“Ooooh, kinky… you sly little fox, how did you know where my room was?”
“Instinct, I guess. You love origami, don’t you?” It was a commonly asked question by everyone who has first seen my room, It was quite obvious by my room’s ceiling, which hung more than a hundred ‘flying geese’ made out of paper.
“Yup, It’s my hobby, So wha-…” I was cut short when he aggressively pulled me into a kiss, as I parted my lips I let out a whimper, while his tongue massaged mine, he stripped of my clothes with speed but control. He broke the kiss and took a step backward.
“Dillan, I’m glad to be your first.”
He lovingly kissed my neck and his hands roamed over my breasts with lust-arousing exploration. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His hands went from my breasts to my back as he gently laid me down on the bed. He quickly disrobed himself and stroked his throbbing hardness before positioning himself above me. He held my hand, which rested at the side of my head and looked into my eyes.
“Dillan, I’ll try to make this as painless as possible, okay.”
He placed the tip of his cock at my wet entrance and plunged, The pain which seemed to be unbearable soon dissipated after a few strokes… I looked into his eyes as he slowly slid in and out of my body… soon enough I was moaning and squirming in pleasure, he went a bit faster which made me reach my first earth-shattering climax while endlessly moaning out his name. After a few more strokes, he burst his seed deep inside me. He collapsed into the silken sheets pulling me closer to him.
Such remarks that I never expected to hear from my former Biology teacher, and current class adviser. And the funny thing is… he dropped by our house at such late hour, just to ask why I didn’t attend the prom. The whole year I tried to avoid all school activities, meetings and all gatherings of some sort… I’m not really a ‘people-person’ and I’m ochlophobic.
“I can’t dance and no one asked me out, I don’t want to be another ‘wallflower’…” I lied. I could dance and someone had already asked me out months before.
“You should have told me… I could have taught you how to, and I could have been your ‘date’.” He said with a smile.
I really hate it when he would tease me like that. Ever since the time he found out that I had a crush on him when I was in my sophomore year… It has become his habit to tease me unmercifully with such comments. He wasn’t really that attractive but his height made him stand out among his colleagues, He’s around 6’1, a bit plump, wears ‘Drew Carrie’ glasses which gave him a rather intellectual look and has those very cute sideburns.
I always had that wild urge to throw myself into his arms. I became obsessed with him. My whole world revolved around him, But when I entered junior high, I swore to myself I’d try to forget him and stop doing things that would catch his attention, I ended up avoiding him. There were times I wouldn’t do homework to show that I didn’t prioritize his subject, ignored him when I pass him by the school corridors and at times when I talk to him, I try to avoid eye-contact at all costs. Yet I continued to fall for him.
I stared at the old grandfather clock watching its pendulum sway back and forth, I guess it was my silent way of saying ‘It’s getting late, I think you should go now’, and besides, it was already a quarter past 10.
“I know it’s time. I just wondered that you might need someone to talk to. Living alone at your age can be, quite depressing you know.” He said with a concerned look on his face.
“I’m used to being alone, I’m old enough and I don’t need someone to look after me!” I unintentionally blurted out of frustration. I know he was just concerned about the mental and emotional state of his students that’s why he was doing this. And I think he has the right to know what I was thinking and feeling, come to think of it, whatever affects my studying also affects his way of teaching. I didn’t know what to do next, so I just looked down… trying to hide my watery eyes where tears could flow down any minute.
“What are you talking about? You’re still too young…” he paused, he slowly tilted my head up forcing me to look in his eyes. “Cause if you were only my age, sweetie, I’d marry you.” He bent down and lightly pressed his lips to mine. With a lazy, sensuous movement, his tongue entered my mouth and moved with urgent passion as our tongues danced in silent melody. After a while I broke the kiss to catch a breath.
“Not bad for a rookie, was this the first time you made-out?”
“Yeah, y-you know… we really sh-shouldn’t …be doing this.” I answered in between pants. “You could lose your job.”
“I know, I am aware of the consequences.”
His hands spanned my waist, drawing us closer together, he lowered his head and nuzzled my neck and nibbled my ear. In a swift motion he scooped me up in his arms and kissed my nose. I was surprised that he knew where my room was, he quickly opened the door and put me down. My room, wasn’t exactly a ‘typical teenage girl’s’ room, there was computer, a bed, a television, a ps2, a closet and the most ‘eye-catching’ piece in there was my desk which was cluttered with paper, paper and more paper.
“Damn, I was hoping we could use that desk of yours…”
“Ooooh, kinky… you sly little fox, how did you know where my room was?”
“Instinct, I guess. You love origami, don’t you?” It was a commonly asked question by everyone who has first seen my room, It was quite obvious by my room’s ceiling, which hung more than a hundred ‘flying geese’ made out of paper.
“Yup, It’s my hobby, So wha-…” I was cut short when he aggressively pulled me into a kiss, as I parted my lips I let out a whimper, while his tongue massaged mine, he stripped of my clothes with speed but control. He broke the kiss and took a step backward.
“Dillan, I’m glad to be your first.”
He lovingly kissed my neck and his hands roamed over my breasts with lust-arousing exploration. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His hands went from my breasts to my back as he gently laid me down on the bed. He quickly disrobed himself and stroked his throbbing hardness before positioning himself above me. He held my hand, which rested at the side of my head and looked into my eyes.
“Dillan, I’ll try to make this as painless as possible, okay.”
He placed the tip of his cock at my wet entrance and plunged, The pain which seemed to be unbearable soon dissipated after a few strokes… I looked into his eyes as he slowly slid in and out of my body… soon enough I was moaning and squirming in pleasure, he went a bit faster which made me reach my first earth-shattering climax while endlessly moaning out his name. After a few more strokes, he burst his seed deep inside me. He collapsed into the silken sheets pulling me closer to him.