"Did you say I've got a lot to learn? Well babe, don't think I'm trying not to learn." Teach Me Tonight - Ella Fitzgerald

Teach Me Tonight

Chapter One

The night grows colder as you walk briskly down the multicolored leaf coated path, and you indistinctively wrap your arms tighter around your thin body as you try to be discreet. Your breath is shaky and definitely visible, but you march along determinedly as your lips turn a soft blue and your face shines red with the wind. But it's worth it. This has been the fortieth time you have walked down this path in the last month since you arrived at this camp, your mother long forgotten. You know for sure. You've counted.

It's like a drug. An addiction that will haunt you for the rest of your life, but you are certain you want it with you forever. Your step quickens as you start to see the dark outline of a cabin you've wished time and time again was closer to your own. You shake your head as you try to convince yourself the reason you're almost running to the cabin is because of the cold.

But you know it's because of him.

You know that the faster you could have him again, the better you'll be. The cabin is at reach finally, and you thank God once again for the fact he has no roommates. Then again, it is him. Your feet seem to move faster as your breath comes out harder and harder. Your destination is so close; you can almost feel him already. The wind picks up again, making you shiver harshly as you go up the wooden stairs. You take a deep ragged breath before knocking two sharp times on the door. It opens immediately, and before you realize what is going on, you are pulled in and slammed against the inside wall, the door already closed. You briefly thank God again for the warmth, but the thought disappears as you realize a pair of lips are on yours and hands are pulling your jacket off.

You moan as you relish in the warmth of his body as he presses up against you, and cry out when his hands go under your new shirt, already unclasping your light pink bra. He presses himself against you roughly, and you can feel his entire body. His hard muscular chest is pushed up against your soft breasts, a feeling you love so immensely. You gasp into the kiss as he sweeps his tongue inside your mouth, exploring you. The jacket falls to the floor in a haze as he halfway rips the shirt of your back, and your mouths momentarily separate to pull it over your head. The undeniable site of lust in his darkened eyes make you shiver, as you take in his messy long hair and his harsh breath. You can only imagine how you look. He immediately yanks your bra off, exposing your breasts to his hungry eyes, and you try to cover yourself but his eyes narrow at you. You sigh as his hand softly grabs your breast and pinches you as he keeps eye contact with you.

He smiles when you moan again, your legs buckling. His hand slide down your body sensually, before reaching the soft skirt you are wearing. He smirks and looks you straight in your eyes, and roughly unbuttons it. You breathe in harshly as it slides down your cold legs in a heap. He steps close to you again, pressing his body against your basically naked one, still smirking. His fingers hook around the edges of your pink panties, before he slowly goes down to his knees, bringing the underwear down with him. He is hit with your scent as soon as he is leveled with your sex, and smiles as you whimper softly as he hooks his hand around the back of your knee. He gently puts it on his shoulder, exposing your damp slit to his face. You start to breathe heavily as your hands snake to his messy curling hair. A flick of his tongue and you swear you see fire. With his finger, he softly teases your sensitive nub, while his tongue slowly explores your folds.

"Oh!" you moan, your hands tightening roughly in his hair. He winces slightly, but continues teasing you with his tongue and finger. Moving away for a second, he slips a finger from your clitoris to your wet opening. You yelp at the sudden entrance, as he appreciates your tightness. He softly wiggles his finger inside you, his mouth going back to your nub, flicking you again. You almost let out a scream. His tongue goes around your clit in circles, never really going a pattern, as his finger pumps in and out of your slick sex. "Oh, God!" you moan again, your hand squeezing his hair again. He groans against your mound, as his other hand rubs the inside of your thigh. You feel your body start to buckle as you cannot sustain your weight anymore, but he holds you firmly. He bits down on your clitoris before sucking it between his lips. You almost scream again.

You gasp when he slides another finger inside you, pumping harder now. You head snaps back and hits the wall roughly, but you hardly notice. "Oh, please!" you beg, gripping his hair. He fastens his pace, no longer teasing, but going for the kill. You see bright colors as your eyes roll back. This time you can't hold back the scream. "Shane!" you yell, as your body buckles uncontrollably. He is hit with your juices, but he doesn't mind. His tongue softly licks you clean, still massaging the now sore nub, but his fingers, covered in your fluids, slip out of you. He gives you one last kiss to your throbbing sex, and backs away, taking your leg off his shoulder delicately. He catches you as you collapse in his arms, and smirks at your loud ragged breathing, making you look at him. Your eyes are filled with lust as you look into his own darkened eyes, and he raises his fingers to your mouth.

You stifle a gasp when you taste yourself on your lips. "Suck." He orders softly, inserting a finger in your mouth and you do. You cringe at the salty harsh taste, and he smirks, repositioning himself. You notice him wince slightly, and your eyes travel down to his legs. Your eyes widen as you take in the budge in his pants. He slides his fingers out of your mouth, making them ran down your chin to your breasts. He softly pinches your nipple again, the salvia mixing brightly with your skin. You shiver harshly again.

He looks up at you, a small smile going on his face at your intense blush. "I love how your cheeks still get red Mitchie." He whispers huskily, his member throbbing in his tight white pants. Your furrow your eyebrows playfully, you cheeks reddening even more. "Even though we've done it so many times." He continues, a hand stoking your cheek tenderly. You shiver again, but manage to smile at him. He smiles back and kisses you softly, before separating himself from you.

His hand drops from your cheek to you breast and cups it softly. "Did you practice?" he asks quietly, still playing with your breasts. Your eyebrows rise at the change of subject and you nod, wondering why he brought up your dancing problems. Suddenly, he pinches you again and you momentarily forget what he asked. He smirks at you and nods. "Good." He says before backing away from you. He sits down next to you, still hard. "Show me." He says, nodding you up pointedly.

You stare at him, confused at the fact he did not want to continue what you were just doing. "Right now?" you ask. He nods, still touching you intimately. You freeze for a few seconds before standing up, away his touch. You shiver at being out in the open, so exposed. You take a deep breath and raise your arms above your head, your breasts bouncing softly. He watches intensely as you perfect you form, before breaking into dance. You twirl and dance with poetic justice, you nakedness making it so much more beautiful. He frowns when you make a mistake halfway through. It was small, but it was enough to make you skip a beat.

"Stop." He orders, seconds after you do it.

You groan harshly. "God, I always get that part wrong." You say frustrated, sighing hard. You look at him and see his disapproving glare, and roll your eyes. As sweet as he is with you, especially when he makes love to you, he is still Shane Grey.

"Again." He says as he crosses his arms. You sigh and roll your eyes again, but still raise your arms to get in form again. You do the dance more cautiously this time, but you still mess up at the same part. He closes his eyes as you drop your arms defeated. "Mitchie, I don't know how you think you're gonna win Final Jam if you can't do these simple dance moves." He says sadly, shaking his head at you. You feel an invisible knife cut you hurtfully, and cross your arms over your naked chest.

"I don't know why I'm even doing them. I sing remember. Why do I have to even learn this, Shane?" you ask exasperatedly, sighing hard. His eyes flash with anger and he crosses his arms as well.

"Fine, don't practice." He scoffs. "But don't expect to pass my class either." He says sternly, glaring at you, Shane Grey the pop-star coming to surface. You gasp in shock, your mouth open wide, as you hands fly to your hips. You unknowingly expose yourself again to him, and his eyes quickly scan your body before going back to your eyes. You are hurt, but he shakes his head. "Sweetie, just because I'm sleeping with you doesn't mean you're gonna get a good grade in my class." He says, his tone lessening, but still stern. "I told you at the beginning of this summer that I won't take any shit from anyone. Dance well and get good grades. Dance badly and forget it." He says firmly, shrugging his shoulders, standing up from the floor. Guilt immediately floods his body as he sees your hurt face.

You shake your head incredulously, tears sting your eyes. "Wow, Shane. Just wow." You say, your voice mixing with tears as you grab you clothes off the floor. He sighs and grabs you from behind, hugging you tightly against him.

"I'm sorry." He whispers in your ear, and you realize Shane Grey the person is back. He kisses you softly on your neck, but you break away from him. "Mitchie, you need to work on this. Give it your all and you'll pass." He says, watching you as you put on your bra and shirt back on. You suddenly feel really angry at him, and turn at to him.

"Give it my all?" you scream, and he flinches slightly. "I've been working so effing hard Shane. I want to do it, okay! I want to please you, to impress you, but I can't." you cry, suddenly running out of steam at the end and falling to the ground. He winces again, and goes to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders tightly.

"I'm sorry." He whispers to you again, kissing your cheek. You shakily wipe your tears and nod. He stutters slightly, and you turn to face him. He looks sad and scared at your reaction to what he wants to say. "I can't give you a passing grade if you don't improve." He says quickly, and you close your eyes. You're suddenly sorry for him at the fact he is your teacher still, and needs to grade you based on merit. "I'm sorry, but it's not fair." He whispers, kissing your neck softly as he runs his hands through your long hair. You don't answer, but lean back into his body. He smiles softly and nudges you. "Why don't you do it again?" he suggests, squeezing your waist.

You groan again harshly. "Shane, I just can't do it." Tears runs down your face as you turn to look at him. His eyes soften considerably, but he looks disappointed.

"Then I can't pass you." He says sadly, looking down. You scoff hurtfully and shake your head. His eyes flash with anger, and suddenly celebrity Shane is back. "No, Mitchie! What I'm I supposed to do? I can't pass you because we're having sex. It's not right." He says, looking you straight in your eyes, both of his hands gripping your waist sternly. You continued to glare stubbornly at him. He sighs hard, pinching the bridge of his nose roughly. "Look, just keep practicing." He says, throwing his hands up in defeat. You bite your lip, and continue to leave, feeling guilty for making him choose between you and his job, but angry he chose teaching.

"I'm trying my best." You say shakily, biting your lip roughly. "I'm a singer anyways. I don't know why I have to be perfect at dancing." you argue, your eyes flashing.

He rolls his eyes. "If you want to win Final Jam, you have to be." He repeats, emphasizing his words powerfully. You rolled your eyes, giving him a look that plainly says 'why'. "Because Mitch, to be noticed nowadays, you have to be more than just a singer. You have to a dancer, a performer and most importantly an entertainer." He pointed out, his voice raising. You shake your head as tears start to well up in your eyes, and he groans and scoffs. You can see celebrity Shane clearly in his eyes."Jeeze, Mitchie, grow up, will you?" he spat out and you feel your blood run cold. You hate the fact that he uses that one thing you cannot change against you: your age difference. You take a step back, and halfway run out the door. You hear him groan behind you and curse, but you continue going down the stairs, totally aware you still hadn't put on your underwear and how sore you are down there. You ignore him as he walks behind you, but suddenly, you are slammed into a tree. You open your eyes in pain and shock, mumbling in protest against his callous hand and he gives you a stern look that shuts you up completely.

"Yeah, I don't know what's gotten into Shane recently either, Nathaniel, but I'm glad." Came a voice close by. Your heart suddenly goes cold as a sharp breath is taken by the man pressed up against you. Brown and Nate. Suddenly a chuckle is heard as the wind hits you harshly.

"You think it's a girl?" Nate asks amused, his laughter ringing through the empty woods.

You started breathing hard against his hand, your heart beating fast as you stand quietly. "Nathaniel, you know as well as he does, that he can have no relationship with any of the girls here. First off, he's a counselor and counselor/ student relationships are prohibited. Secondly, there are no other girl counselors so every girl here is underage and illegal. Not even Shane's that stupid to fall for jailbait." Brown replied, shaking his head.

You both stay extra still and silent, hardly breathing, as the two walk past where you were hiding. You both let out sighs of relief as Nate and Brown disappear from view, and Shane takes his hand off your mouth, laughing slightly. You breathe out hard, closing your eyes, as you put your head on his chest. "Well, that was close." He whispers, his hands intertwining with yours as he pulls you to his cabin again.

You stand your ground, and he turns back around confused. "I'm too young remember." You say childishly, crossing your arms. You nod towards the direction Brown disappeared to. "Even he thinks so." You mutter darkly. Shane rolls his eyes, and pulls you close to him.

"Let's go inside before we get caught." He whispers, ignoring you as he looks at the horizon. He suddenly looks at you seriously. "Your mom still thinks you're sleeping with at Tess's cabin?" he asks worriedly.

You nod. "Yeah." You whisper back. Shane gives you a sympathetic look; he knows he had hurt you inside, but you need it if you want to succeed. He softly takes your hand in his, and guides you back inside. You don't say a word as he closes the door, locking it, before kissing you tenderly on your lips. He does after all love you, even if he cannot say it. He pulls away and brushes your hair delicately. "You look beautiful, you know that?" he states, looking at your porcelain face, looking into your eyes deeply. You blush lightly, and let him kiss you again. He guides you towards the bed, tenderly laying you down.

He kisses you softly and lovingly, before breaking away, laying down next to you. You are breathing slightly heavy, but keep your eyes close. "Shane, should we be doing this?" you ask, but you already know the answer. You know you need him too much to ever stop this.

He frowns at you, and raises an eyebrow. "Mitch, are you gonna break up with me?" he asks mockingly, brushing your hair softly, his eyes laughing. You pout and wish you could nod your head, because then, the mess would not be as bad. But your heart cannot stop itself from loving everything about him. Even his random Drama Queen anger.

"I can't break up with you because we're not really together." You say pointedly, crossing your arms, burying your head in the pillow. He chuckles and points between the two of you, before wrapping his arms around your waist.

"And what do you call this?" he says, kissing you, and propping himself up. "I don't sleep with all my students. Just you." He says, flicking your nose playfully. You flash your eyes at him, narrowing them. He likes to remind you of that, but sometimes you wonder if it's true.

"No. You give girls like Tess Tyler nineties, even though she sucks, but refuse to give me, someone who's trying her best, a seventy to pass." You snap, pushing him off you roughly, sitting up slightly. He narrows his eyes as well, slamming you down roughly on the bed. You gasp in surprise when he straddles you, his arms on your shoulders keeping you in place fiercely. "Shane!" you exclaim in surprise and awe. It kind of turns you on.

He glares at you intensely, anger radiating from him. You shiver as alarms ring throughout your body, gulping as he lowers himself on you. "Tess Tyler knows what the fuck she's doing. You, on the other hand, miss steps like crazy. I cannot fail her because you don't like her, and I can't pass you because I lov-" he says, his tone harsh, before he cuts himself off, closing his eyes.

You freeze under him, as he visibly pales, shaking his head. You scoff, the fear gone. "Why can't you just say it?" you whisper sadly, your hands pushing his arms away. He shoots you a cold look. You know the drill by now. You are, after all, just a summer fling. At least, according to Shane. Apparently, the last relationship he had ended badly. You would know; you read about it in Teen Magazine two months ago. She was pretty and you are, well, you. Whether or not that's a good thing is up to you.

"Just don't." he says intensely. He fixes you a strong glare, telling you to drop the subject. You just shake your head, before sighing hard, tears going back to your eyes. He sighs as well, and lifted his hips off your body. You turned to look at him, his movements startling you. He smirks as he takes off his shirt, exposing his fit chest, before taking off his belt, radiating sex. You watch with wide eyes as he undresses on top of you, too turned on to be embarrassed.

"What are you doing?" you whisper hoarsely, arousal kicking in. He smirks again, before lowering himself to kiss your lips. You moan as he kisses you when the rough material from his jeans hits your unprotected sex, your panties still on the floor.

"It's my turn." He whispers against your lips, bucking his hips roughly against yours. You, Mitchie Torres, moan again, your desire for Shane Grey overtaking your anger.

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