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  His body became a machine, ramming his cock in and out at a blinding pace. His balls were slapping her ass so hard they hurt, but he didn’t care. Nikki reached behind her, putting both hands on the headboard to help hold her body in place against his furious pounding. He leaned forward, rotating her hips upward slightly and allowing his cock to dive even deeper.

  She cried out as she started to come, and he bit his lip hard, drawing blood, as he fought to stave off his own climax. Nikki, her head thrown back and mouth open in a cry of ecstasy, her breasts moving like waves upon the water in time with his rhythmic thrusting, was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He was delirious with the mixed scent of her perfume and her musk, and all at once it was too much.

  With one last, desperate thrust, he drove himself as far as he could inside her as his balls contracted and streams of cum shot from his cock into her cunt…

  ***

  “God!” Mark’s eyes flew open as he came. His body shuddered, his abs contracting in rapid waves as semen jetted from the tip of his cock. While most of it landed on the skin of his shuddering belly, he came so hard that some of it spurted onto his upper chest. It was only then that he realized that he hadn’t even been stroking himself; he’d been fucking his wadded up blanket, which now lay beside him, in his sleep. With desperate desire, he took hold of his still spasming cock and stroked it hard, the cum now acting as a lubricant. He thrust his hips, trying to prolong the orgasm even as the cruelly delicious dream of making love to Nikki faded away. “Fuck,” he gasped as his body began to relax, spent. He breathed in the mild chlorine scent of his cum, which was already cooling against his skin, wishing Nikki’s scent were mixed in with it. “Fuck,” he said again, louder, this time out of frustration. He knew he just had a ridiculous crush, little more than a childhood infatuation, on Nikki, but Jesus. He’d jerked off while fantasizing about her plenty of times in the three months since the semester had started, but this was the first time that he’d come without even using his hand. And the dream had been so damn real.

  He looked at the clock. It was almost time to get up, anyway. With a sigh of resignation, he left the warm comfort of the bed and padded to the bathroom, making sure he didn’t drip cum all over the floor.

  As he made himself some scrambled eggs, he reflected on the empty house around him. His parents were in Africa on a humanitarian mission, and he had no brothers and sisters. He knew that some people would think his parents were awful for leaving him alone like this, and that he must feel lonely all the time, but neither was true. He was eighteen going on nineteen, and while he loved his parents, as a young man it was nice to have the house to himself while they were busy helping people who needed it. His parents had taught him to be independent, and he looked upon it as one of his strengths. He also enjoyed his solitude, and when he felt the need for companionship he would go hang out with the few real friends he had.

  He had never intended his penchant for solitude to preclude him from developing a love life, however. Unlike people like Jerry, who had girls swarming over him all the time, Mark had never been popular, and the few girls he’d ever been remotely close to were friends by mutual tacit agreement, and not potential lovers. He admitted to himself that he was envious of his friends and acquaintances who had experienced so much as teen puppy love, or managed to steal a kiss. The only kisses he’d ever received from a girl — or woman — had been the ones given in his fantasies and dreams and from his mother and grandparents, which obviously didn’t count.

  Shoving those thoughts aside, he grabbed his backpack and headed out the door, locking it behind him. School was about a mile and a half away, and while he occasionally took the bus, he usually preferred to walk. Being a senior, he could’ve driven, but he didn’t see the sense in burning gas over such a trivial distance unless the weather was abysmal.

  By the time he’d reached the school grounds, he was afraid that’s exactly what it was going to be. The blue sky that had greeted him when he’d left the house was rapidly being consumed by slate gray clouds. He shrugged to himself. He had an umbrella, and the last time he’d checked, the only person who’d ever melted from being doused with water was the Wicked Witch of the West.

  He walked through the parking lot on what had become a very specific course, for a very specific reason. Not long after the semester had begun, he’d seen Nikki pulling into one of the spots reserved for teachers. She drove a 1974 Chevy Monte Carlo with a maroon paint job and white Landau top. She kept it in immaculate condition, and it was an absolute beast of a car amidst the more typical compacts, and even the larger SUVs. He’d watched her maneuver it, and couldn’t help but be impressed as she backed it into her parking spot as quickly and effortlessly as if it were no more bulky than a Smart Car. Walking on the elevated concrete sidewalk, he passed the maroon leviathan every morning, then again every afternoon when he left. He knew he was just being ridiculous, but it made him feel a bit closer to her somehow.

  This morning as he made his walk-by, his normal casual look at the car almost led to him falling off the sidewalk. There, in the back seat, was a hardback copy of the Encyclopedia of Sex, atop which lay a pair of black lace panties.

  “Holy shit,” he breathed as he somehow managed to keep his balance. He was going to have a far more difficult time concentrating in Nikki’s class today than he normally did.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Nikki sat at her desk during her free hour during the last period of the school day, trying to get caught up on grading the latest round of essays from the advanced English comp class. After finishing the first paper, she set it aside and took the next one. With a smile, she saw that it was Mark’s. The topic of the essay was Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, and the assignment had been for each student to design their own version of Utopia. She read through his essay, nodding in silent agreement with some of his points, writing some comments and questions in the margins about others. The assignment had dictated a full three pages, but Mark, as he so often did in his writing, had gone further.

  This wasn’t part of the assignment, he had written at the top of a separate page, just a few additional thoughts I had. While she would never have admitted it to anyone, one of her favorite things about teaching this semester had been Mark’s “additional thoughts.” She’d come to look forward to reading them as a secret indulgence, not because he was a neophyte literary genius, but because his words never failed to resonate strongly with her. Something that she also would have never, ever admitted to anyone was that she had become very fond of him in a way that would have been more than frowned upon had anyone known. She was old enough not to fool herself into thinking she loved him, but she couldn’t deny a definite sense of attraction. He wasn’t drop dead gorgeous like Jerry Kennedy, but he was certainly handsome enough. While his body wasn’t a motion sculpture like Jerry’s, he was nonetheless muscular and lithe, and the gaze from his green eyes was sometimes so intense that she had to look away. He was much more mature than the other boys and, to be honest, most of the boyfriends she’d ever had, including the one she’d most recently dumped. And if there was something in the classroom that needed to be done, he was always there doing it, always without her having to ask and without making a big show of it. It was as if he could read her mind and simply wanted to do what he could to help her, for no other reason than it pleased him to do so. She had been extremely careful never to show any sort of favoritism toward him, to the point that sometimes she had even intentionally ignored his help, withholding a well-deserved word of thanks.

  She shifted in her seat as a pleasant but dangerous tingle of heat sprang to life between her legs, and she pressed her thighs together, willing the sensation to go away. Something else she never would have confessed was that Mark had visited her in her dreams. A sudden cascade of images flashed through her mind, and her nipples began to rise in rebellion against her rational mind.

  “Oh, for God’s sake,” she scolded herself as she read the rest of Mark’
s words with some semblance of dispassion.

  If Man is contained and rigidly controlled in a Utopian civilization, Mark wrote, he ceases to be completely human. If there is no unsatisfied want or need, the mind becomes listless and lethargic, for it becomes unnecessary to think if all one has to do is ask. If struggle and sacrifice are no longer necessary to achieve an end, then there is nothing by which values may be judged, so values themselves diminish and disappear…

  Well, Nikki thought, I certainly don’t have to worry about not having any unsatisfied needs or wants. Just for a moment embracing the heat that was still pulsing between her legs, she dared to reach down with her hand. Briefly clamping down on her pussy through her skirt and panties, she thought, I’ve got plenty of those. Then, taking her hand away before she could get herself into real trouble and forcing herself to shake loose of the insanity her body was promoting (That would be the values part of Mark’s commentary, she reminded herself pointedly), she took up her red pen and wrote at the bottom of the page, Very well written — I’m in complete agreement.

  She took her time reading the rest of it, a full two pages altogether, before writing Another beautiful essay at the very end.

  Working through the last bell, she stayed in her room grading more papers during her customary extra hour in case anyone had anything they wanted to bring up. Few students did, although Jerry and his two minions often used it as an excuse to come pester her. She didn’t care and even welcomed the distraction on occasion, except that as time went on she’d come to like Jerry less and less. He seemed like a great kid on the outside, but she couldn’t get past the feeling that something cold and slimy was on the inside.

  Looking at her watch, she decided it was time to go. Gathering up the papers, she slid them into her rather battered leather satchel, grabbed her purse, and headed outside. With a frown, she saw that the weather forecasters might actually be right for a change: they’d predicted afternoon rain, and the dark clouds overhead certainly looked like they might open up, although so far a drop had yet to fall.

  Getting in her car, she started it up. The V8 rumble of the old Monte Carlo, which her father had given her as a college graduation present, never failed to please her. After pulling out of her spot, she drove through the parking lot, which was nearly empty. A major bonus of staying a little late was avoiding the mass exodus of cars at the end of school.

  But today, instead of heading out the north entrance as she usually did, she headed out the west entrance. She had to head across town before she went home, and this would take her directly to the street she needed.

  As she turned the corner near the tennis courts, she saw a solitary figure walking alongside the road ahead of her, and immediately knew who it was: Mark. He had changed out of his regular jeans and t-shirt and was wearing nothing but a pair of black compression shorts and gym shoes. He had his backpack slung over one shoulder, a tank top hanging from one of the loops. Sweat glistened on his back, legs, and shoulders like his skin had been oiled, and his body was even more attractive than she’d guessed. His hair was an unruly damp mop of dark brown, and she wanted nothing more than to run her hands through it.

  “You’re insane,” she breathed, a blaze of heat again igniting between her thighs. She knew from checking his schedule that he didn’t have any PE classes, so he must’ve been in the gym on his own, working out. While Nikki had done her share of wild things when she had been younger, she’d never done anything outright stupid. But she was afraid she was about to.

  Mark had his headphones on and didn’t hear her car until she was just a few yards behind him. Startled, he whipped around, then — seeing it was her — smiled and waved. She swallowed, forcing her eyes away from his well defined chest and abs.

  Don’t do it, the voice of reason desperately pleaded. Just wave and keep going!

  Ignoring the voice, she pulled up beside him and stopped. Leaning over, she rolled down the window (one thing she didn’t like about the old car was that it had the old manual window cranks). “Hey, need a ride?”

  “Well, ahhh…” Mark stammered.

  “It’s going to rain soon and you’re going to get soaked! Come on, get in. I’ll give you a ride home.”

  Mark gestured at his body. “I’m kind of a mess, you know. I don’t think you want to get your car all sweaty.”

  She laughed, and she hoped he didn’t notice the edge of nervousness in her voice. “It’s seen lots worse than that, and sorry for all the junk in here. I’m a slob. Get in, buster.”

  “Okay,” he said, wearing a look on his face like he’d won the lottery. He opened the heavy door and plopped down on the seat, which was the original seat that spanned the width of the interior and was the same maroon color as the car’s exterior. “Thanks, but you really don’t have to. I don’t mind the rain.”

  “You’re crazy, you know that?” She shook her head, smiling, as she tossed her attache in the back seat. As she did so, she inwardly cringed when she caught sight of the Encyclopedia of Sex and her panties in the back seat. He couldn’t not have seen them, and part of her was glad. She breathed in the scent of his sweat, which also carried an undertone of musk that stoked the heat between her legs. You’re a fucking idiot, her conscience chastised her. He’s a fucking dream, the voice that she always though of as the pitchfork-wielding devil crowed in reply. “So,” she asked after clearing her throat, “where to?”

  “My place is pretty close. Just turn left onto the main road, then make another left in a mile. Half a mile after that and we’re there.”

  “No problem.” When the light changed green, she accelerated smoothly, if a bit faster than normal, through the turn, unable to help herself from showing off the big V-8’s power.

  Mark giggled.

  “What?”

  “I could just imagine Mr. O’Neil complaining about women drivers.”

  They both had a good laugh at that.

  She drove on, wishing that he lived farther away, that they might have more time like this, even if just a few extra minutes. “So what do your parents do?” she asked, unsure of what else she could say that wouldn’t be dangerous.

  “They’re off in Africa doing humanitarian work,” he said.

  That shocked her. “Seriously? Wow, that’s amazing!” She paused. “But wait a minute: they just left you home?”

  He shrugged. “Sure, it’s no big deal. I’m fine on my own. They had an opportunity to do something really great and I told them to go for it. I’ll probably do something like that next year, depending on where I am with college. Assuming I decide to go.”

  “Why wouldn’t you?”

  “I want to get out in the world and see what I can see,” he said as she pulled up at a red light. “I’m not sure I want to go to school for another four years yet. I might want to later. I don’t know.”

  On an impulse, she reached over and put her hand on his arm, luxuriating in the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips. “I’m sure you’ll be great at whatever you do.”

  “Thanks,” he said. But this time, instead of a shy smile and lowering his eyes, he held her gaze steady. Her insides seemed to melt and flow like molten steel, and she couldn’t seem to look away. Her throat began to constrict and her pulse thundered in her ears.

  A horn honking behind her jarred her from her reverie, and with a nervous laugh she pulled her hand away from him, gripped the wheel as if she were hanging on to it for dear life, and hit the gas.

  They rode in silence the rest of the short distance to his house, where Nikki pulled up to the sidewalk and stopped.

  Turning to face her, Mark said, “Thanks for the ride.”

  Meeting his gaze only for a moment, she replied, a bit breathless, “Sure. Any time.”

  He opened the door and got out, closing it behind him. With a wave, he headed toward the house as she pulled away from the curb, cursing herself for being a fool even as her cunt tortured her with the wet heat of desire.

  CHAPTER FIVE


  Mark spent the rest of the week in stealth mode during Nikki’s class. Giving him a ride home, which in any other situation would have been an innocuous act of kindness, had lit a fire inside him that he knew was ridiculously dangerous. Had he been the one facing the danger, he might not have been so concerned, but Nikki would be the one facing the firing squad: she would lose her job if the merest hint, so much as a rumor, got out that there was anything at all between them. Hers was a position of the highest trust and responsibility, and the school board and the district’s parents wouldn’t give a damn if he was a consenting adult or not. She’d be fired and, worse, blacklisted from ever teaching again. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t, do that to her.

  Of course, he also knew that his worries might be totally unfounded, that the moment they’d shared as they stared into one another’s eyes, Nikki’s hand on his arm, was only a “moment” in his imagination, and that Nikki felt nothing more toward him than she did for any of her other students. But he didn’t think so. He could feel the electricity crackling between them, which was something he’d never experienced before, and from her reaction, her nervous laughter that was so out of character for her, he knew she’d felt it, too.

  “It doesn’t matter,” he muttered to himself as he slammed his locker shut and locked it. Hefting his backpack, he trudged across the lower level of the circular classroom building, heading home. It was Friday, and he’d decided to skip the gym. He knew he should go and blow off some steam on the pommel horse, but he couldn’t stand the likely possibility of encountering Mr. Parsons, who was both chair of the PE department and the head football coach. Mark loathed the man, and Parsons made no bones about loathing him in return.