A/N; Yes, I know I haven't updated this story in forever. I'm sorry. Don't trust me when I pinky swear from now on. I've been working on my other stories, and my life is pretty freaking hectic right now. I wish I could just write fanfiction and drool over Ross in plaid all day. And over Laura in pretty much anything.
But I can't )=
Oh, and this is all smut. Just a warning.
A couple of weeks had passed since their...rehearsal...in the gym, and that was the last time they had spent any time alone together. Her dad had been needing a lot of help at the store, and her weekends had been filled with trying to catch up on school work and a few social events. Boring, but unavoidable. Had it not been that she knew just how much fun she could have with him, she might have enjoyed it.
But none of her regular activities compared anymore.
To make matters worse, she was currently out sick, going on the third day, so they hadn't even seen each other in class.
Freaking fever.
He was driving home after work, thinking of her. As per usual. Not seeing her for a few days was messing with his head.
Yes, he had talked to her on the phone. But he needed to see her. Hold her. Smell her.
He missed her more than he ever would have thought possible and it had been three days. 3 freaking days. It was ridiculous. He felt like a school boy with a dumb crush. In reality, he was a teacher with a dumb crush on a school girl.
Fuck his life.
He changed quickly before heading towards the recording studio. He was driving there, when his hands, by now fault of his own whatsoever, automatically, as if on auto-pilot, drove towards her neighborhood instead. His hands apparently wanted to see her. And his eyes. And his heart. And well, his dick.
He fought an inner battle against himself for a few minutes, losing but yet somehow winning at the same time.
He had to see her. Just for a minute. A second. No touching necessary. At all. Just a smile.
He missed her.
He parked and knocked urgently on the door, as if there was an emergency. The door flew open, revealing who he could only presume to be her father.
"May I help you?". The middle-aged man looked a little stressed.
Fuck. He hadn't expected her dad to be home.
Shit, what now?
He stalled for a second, soon realizing that he needed to introduce himself. But as what? Her teacher. He was her teacher.
Nothing else.
"I'm..Austin, Austin Moon, Ally's...Ms Dawson's...teacher."
Her father looked confused but extended his hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Lester...how can I help you?"
He was trying to think while shaking her father's hand. "I..." think think think.
"We have a math test at the end of the week and I wanted to make sure that she had all the necessary materials to study."
Her dad still looked confused. "That's nice...if you give me the material I'll make sure she gets it."
Materials. Right. Crap.
"Excuse me, Mr. Dawson, I believe I left the book in the car. I'll be right back."
He ran back to his car, grabbing the math book that he was eternally grateful for keeping in there, along with some random, scattered papers that could probably be pulled off as worksheets.
Frick. He needed to see her. But how? Think think think. He returned to the house.
"Mr. Dawson, I also want to make sure that she understands everything, to see if she had any questions. Is there any way I can come in? It will only take a couple of minutes."
Her father nodded, approvingly, inviting him in by further opening the front door, him entering, most likely a little too excitedly but her father didn't seem to notice.
The unpleasant smell of burnt meat immediately hit his nostrils, and Lester cursed under his breath.
"I'm sorry, I'm making dinner and I don't cook very often. Ally usually helps me out. Hold on a minute".
He stood in her hallway, stallingly, looking around, uncertain of what to do, looking around the house that was slowly being filled by a very subtle smoke.
It was a nice home.
The little he had previously seen of it included the stairway, a quick peek into her room and her dad's bed. And that was about it. He knew he probably should feel guilty about that, but the memories that they had created in said bed were too fond for him to be able to muster up any sort of regrets.
"Excuse me, Mr. Moon. This may take a minute. Ally is upstairs. Ally?"
A minute passed.
No answer.
"I don't think she can hear me. Go ahead, Mr. Moon, her room is upstairs to the left."
He almost answered "I know" before biting his tongue.
"Ok, thank you, I won't be long".
He climbed the stairs quickly, soon knocking on her half-open door, cracking it completely open as she didn't answer.
He peeked in. Pink. Lots of it.
She was on top of her bed. Sleeping. Like a fucking princess. Peaceful. Beautiful. He walked towards her, putting the math book and the papers down on her nightstand. Her hair was spread out around her face, the perfect curls covering her pink pillow, a small blush on her face, possibly from the fever.
He wanted to be her prince charming, wake her up with a kiss, but knew he was nowhere near a knight in shining armor. And even if he had been, he couldn't wake her up, because the only reason to do so would be entirely based on the selfish desire to want to stare into her beautiful eyes.
He was about to leave, already half-way back out the door, when she called his name. It sounded almost like a half-moan.
He turned around, but she was still sleeping.
What the...
Shit.
She was dreaming about him.
Why did that make him so incredibly happy?
Like a tingling feeling everywhere. Not just in his pants. But also in his pants.
He turned around to leave again, feeling like a pervert and somewhat bad about spying on her, kicking her chair in the process and she stirred, opening those eyes. The eyes that were drilling themselves into his heart a little bit more each time he had the privilege to be hypnotized by them.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up". Whispering.
She smiled and he died. Figuratively. And almost literally.
What a freaking way to wake up. Sex personified was in her bedroom. Casually dressed, plaid shirt nonchalantly rolled up and some well-worn jeans that she instantly wanted to remove.
She might be getting better, but he was making her feverish, alright. He made her feel hotter than the freaking temperature she had been battling for days.
Seeing him in her room was a dream come true, literally, as she had just had a very pleasant and hot one, involving the specific bed she was currently stretched out upon. And the specific man standing a few feet away. And no specific clothing what so ever.
"Come here", her also whispering, calling him over by moving her finger, greeting him with her lips and before he knew it, she had pulled him down on the bed, his body covering hers perfectly.
The simple kiss turned unsimple in two red seconds, tongues intertwined just like the rest of their bodies.
She had missed him so much.
He stopped kissing her and she grunted.
"Ally, I didn't come here for...I mean, I just wanted to see you."
His whispering voice was already husky with need.
She knew that. But how was she supposed to keep her hands to herself when he looked like that?
"What does my dad think you are doing here?"
"He thinks I'm here to tutor you. In math." Husky whispering.
"So tutor me. In math."
If they had had more time, he would have tutored her in math.
Especially in two specific numbers.
Six and nine.
Although he was pretty sure, based on experience, that she wouldn't need much help.
Lips on lips.
She broke away, speaking loudly so that her dad would hear. "THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR CHECKING IN ON ME, MR MOON", then quietly giggling before her lips returned to his, soon whispering in his ear.
"I need you".
He shook his head.
"You're bad. Too bad. We can't."
"Don't pretend you don't love it when I'm bad."
He did. Love it. And possibly, probably her.
"I do, but there's no time."
"I hear that quickies are greatly underrated."
Was he supposed to turn her down? Perhaps. But he wasn't strong like that.
Her clothes vanished, evaporating into thin air somehow and the next act in the improvised magic show was apparently the mysterious disappearance of his clothes, as well.
And then he was on her, in her, trying to control himself as he knew that any loud noises could, and most likely would, be heard downstairs.
It was difficult, hard. As hard as his dick, even.
Soon, he was fucking her in her bed, slowly but deeply, his hands holding onto the bed rail to steady it as her dad was unknowingly cooking dinner downstairs.
Right. Her dad.
She seemed to have the same thought, as she gave him a teasing smile. "So, tutor me".
Her pussy was treating his dick to wet hugs while he began to loudly explain the latest math formulas covered in class, although he wasn't entirely sure he was getting it right. He prayed that her dad wasn't paying attention, or if he was, that he wasn't that great at math.
She seemed to be confused about what class he was teaching, as she was quietly singing out his name while his dick was pounding her in rhythm to her low yet too loud moans.
"Everything ok up there? Dinner is almost ready". The voice of her dad made him bite her neck to stifle a groan that he had almost let slip.
Fuck.
Control.
Right.
She screamed a "YES, WE WILL BE DONE IN A SECOND", and oh, how right she was because as he sped up slightly, he made her cum almost instantly and there was no way in hell he was going to last any longer, even if he had wanted to, once her pussy embraced him in irregular squeezes of pure ecstasy, and he came hard inside of her.
They got dressed and she walked him downstairs, still with a blush on her cheeks.
Damn fever.
Her father shook his hand again.
"Thank you for caring so much about my daughter's education. It's nice to know that her teachers take such great care of her."
"It's my pleasure". He wasn't lying. It was his pleasure to take care of her.
If her father only knew.
"So, see you in class, Al...Ms Dawson".
"Thank you, Mr. Moon. I'll let you know if I need any additional help."
He left and she finished her dinner quickly, then returning upstairs to daydream.
And study.
Funny how her motivation for school had been running low, but like a miracle, studying was suddenly fun again.
...
Friday.
Last day before spring break.
Any other year, she would have celebrated. Joyfully. Cheeringly. Maybe even by chanting a little bit.
But this year was different.
She was going out of town, to visit her mom, leaving straight after school. Generally, that would be something she was excited about.
She sighed as she was looking out the window. It wasn't that she didn't want to see her mom. She did.
Really.
But a whole week without seeing him, a whole week without touching him, a whole week without engaging in undercover, lustful eye fucking sessions with him...her trip might as well just last a freaking year.
Lunch break. He had made it a habit to eat in the cafeteria, finding that his hunger was better satisfied there, his food being the same but his appetite for her slightly stilled by seeing her, even if it was from afar.
Not today, though. Today, just looking wasn't cutting it. He knew that he would be spending the next week thinking of her. Thinking of her and not seeing her, touching her, seeing her smile.
She was a few tables away, laughing at something one of her friends had said.
Was it just him, or had she gotten even prettier somehow?
He was having some issues with self-control again. He thought the month of hell aka waiting for her to turn 18 had cured him of his disorder, but apparently not so.
He was about to go up and fuck her hard on the cafeteria table for everyone to see.
Luckily, she rose to leave and he quickly followed, catching up the her right as she exited, a loud whisper close to her ear before he walked off in the opposite direction.
"My car. In five minutes."
She walked towards the teacher parking lot, her heart beating fast in anticipation, trying to come up with a good excuse if someone would see her.
She was still on her lunch break, but students rarely had anything to do in the parking lot at the back of the school.
She spotted his car but no sign of him. Or of anyone else.
As she got closer, she heard a small knock from inside the car window, the door soon opening and an arm quickly pulling her into the backseat.
He was smiling as he slammed the door shut.
"Hey."
She couldn't help but smiling, too.
"Hey."
They were sitting side by side in his backseat.
"I just wanted to say bye, in person, before you left."
He was so sweet. And amazing. And hot.
"Bye."
He laughed. "That's it? No goodbye kiss?"
She leaned in, slightly gracing his lips with hers before quickly pulling back and sitting back down.
"Good?" He nodded and she laughed.
"How about a goodbye kiss for me?"
He nodded again. "Sure".
He leaned in and she expected a quick peck, similar to the one she had given him.
But his kiss was anything but a peck.
His tongue was in her mouth, urgently, deeply kissing her as if he was saying goodbye to her for a decade and not a measly seven days and before she knew it, she was laying down on the seat, him on top of her and his hands were running allover her body.
Who knew that heaven was located in the backseat of a semi-old car parked behind her school?
She moved her hands to unzip his pants, but he blocked her from doing so while kissing her slowly, deeply.
"Come on, we don't have much time". She sounded as impatient as she was.
As if he didn't know that already. It seemed like they never had a lot of time. Never enough time.
He started to believe quickies were overrated.
He wanted to be with her, inside her or just around her, all day and all night. Every night. Damn it.
Her hands wondered towards his pants again and this time he didn't stop her, simply because there was no way he could.
She pulled down his pants and his boxers just enough, pumping his already ridiculously hard dick a few times before he lost it and lifted up her skirt, moving her panties to the side and sliding himself into her awaiting, drenched pussy.
A song in honor of the school board may not be enough. He might have to donate money that he didn't have towards a new building or something, because holy hell was he grateful for that freaking skirt uniform policy.
Best. Policy. Ever.
Soon, he was fucking her senseless in the back of his car.
Quickly. Deeply. Not lengthily, even if he would have liked to.
The lunch break was almost over.
He reached to rub her clit, small circles of unbelievable delight.
How did it feel so good? Well, good wasn't really descriptive enough. It was more like his dick and his fingers were catapulting her into outer space. Or perhaps just to the Moon. Either way, as she came, she felt as if gravity was no longer effecting her, as if her body was exploding into weightless bliss, seeing stars, panting as if she was oxygen deprived.
He growled something incoherently but most likely obscene into her ear as he pumped her full. He pulled up her pants, then pulling her up and hugging her.
"Ally, I'm...I'm going to miss you so much." He looked like a lost puppy.
Her heart. It was hurting.
But in a good way.
"I'll miss you too."
"Look, I...I know we haven't made any...I mean...I know its probably obvious, but I wont...be with anyone else, I mean, I just want to be with you. I...you're all I ever think about."
She was suddenly shy. Had that exemplar of a man just confessed some type of feelings for her?
And why was she feeling so lightheaded?
But in a good way.
Her voice sounded funny when she answered. "Me too."
That blush on her face. He couldn't have enough of it.
"I...call me? At least a couple of times?" Could she tell how much he really wanted her, needed her, to?
And she smiled. And nodded. Of course she would.
"Every day."
They kissed, sweetly this time around, before he opened the door and snuck out.
And then he slammed the door in her face.
For a second she was upset, until she realized that he was talking to someone.
It took her about 10 seconds to recognize the voice.
Cassidy.
She waited until their voices faded off before stepping out, her legs shaking both from their session and the nervousness of realizing how close they had been to getting caught. It would have been challenging, to say the least, to explain her presence in the backseat of her teacher's car. Even to someone like Cassidy.
She could see him walking back into the school, already several hundred yards away, speedingly, most likely to get Cassidy back into the building so that she could reenter in time for her next class.
Even from the back he was handsome.
How was the freaking possible?
She couldn't focus during her last couple of classes.
That had been some lunch break.
And now she wasn't going to see him for over a week. Shit, she was going to miss him.
So much.
Too much.