Trying to be as honest as I can while not putting my foot in anything is harder than I imagined it would be.
“How about we spend the night just hanging out, and forget about all of this bullshit. One night of normal?” The suggestion is mostly for her, but I’d really like to have just a little bit of normal with her.
A smile plays on her lips as we pull through her gate and up to the front door. “Sure thing. It’s been a while since I kicked your ass on the Xbox.”
“Those be fighting words.”
She laughs softly and climbs from the car as I shut off the engine before moving to follow her out, but I pause as I try not to stare at her ass in that skirt. I don’t even notice the uniform on anyone else, but Octavia Royal is undeniable.
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to picture things that aren’t her in that skirt so my dick isn’t obvious as I walk into her house. She’s already through the front door before I even climb from the car. If nothing else, tonight will test my strength of will.
I head inside, closing the door and kicking off my shoes.
“Smithy isn’t here. He’s shopping,” she calls from the kitchen, so I head in that direction. I find her with her head in the fridge, ass cheeks hanging out of her skirt.
Being her teacher never felt like such a bad idea, even if I am just the gym teacher.
“Water?” she asks, pulling a bottle from the fridge, and I nod, catching the bottle she throws at me.
“Stop delaying the inevitable.” I grin, trying to push back any nefarious thoughts. “I promised you an ass kicking.”
“Bring it on.” She laughs as she sashays past me, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Following her into the living room, I drop onto the couch beside her, taking the offered controller. I’m looking forward to this more than I should be. It’s been a hot minute since I had just a normal evening.
We settle into playing Apex, and surprise, surprise, she kicks my ass, just like she did last time. I’m not really sad about it though. Seeing her relax and let go, just enjoy herself, has been reward enough.
God, I’m turning into a sappy shit.
She throws her hands in the air and starts a dance that takes her to her feet as she celebrates winning. I can’t help but laugh at her. Right up until she trips. I rush to stop her from face-planting the floor, catching her in my arms, her face barely an inch from mine.
She looks up at me, like I’m the guy that can save her.
Then she looks at my lips and everything changes. I know I shouldn’t be doing this.
Despite knowing it, I find myself leaning forward and brushing my lips against hers. Her fingers tighten in my hair as she takes the kiss deeper.
Groaning, I pull back. I make sure she’s steady on her feet before I let go of her and drop back onto the couch.
She sits down beside me, looking down at her hands. I don’t want her to feel like I don’t want her, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t a line we should cross. She has enough going on in her life that she doesn’t need any more complications.
I sit, white-knuckled, on the couch as she inches closer and closer to me. I’ve just about managed to restrain myself tonight, other than that one slip, but denying myself isn’t really in my nature. That doesn’t stop me being aware of the fact that she’s seventeen, and technically she’s my student. That’s what I need to keep reminding myself.
But putting her off-limits just makes me want her even more, and I didn’t think that was possible.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but she stands back up and turns to look at me. Her skirt flares a little as she spins, and sweet baby Jesus, that skirt. She puts her hands on her hips as she looks down at me.
“Really?”
I swallow, blinking up at her. “What?”
She rolls her eyes and faster than I can object, she steps forward and literally drops onto my lap. Straddling me, looking down at me from where she’s seated. I try to count back from ten, to focus on anything but the fact that she’s right there, her hands on my chest, looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world she wants.
If someone found out about this…
My cock strains against my sweatpants as she wiggles on my lap. If she keeps that up, I’m going to turn into a goddamn teenage boy and come right in my fucking pants. I grasp her hips to keep her still, and she smiles at me.
“Vixen.”
She grins again and grinds against me.