Chapter 10

That Monday after we’d fucked the very first time, to say Mrs. Goodman’s class was surreal, would be the understatement of the century. Once more, she remained behind her desk. However, try as she might, her gaze kept flicking to me. Oh, the shimmering in those shiny irises. What could I do to her next? When? And how would I again take her?

Even as the clanging of the end-of-class bell echoed, I stood. That simple motion alone sent her chair jolting backwards. But after only a quick nod, I left with the other kids. First, I wanted her more panicked; that lit my fires. And second, I needed to avoid Amy. The achy hard-on I was sporting wasn’t for her.

After a grueling football practice, I had an even more draining night at work. But, hey, extra hours meant extra cash to fuel my primary goal. By the time I’d stumbled back into our little house, momma was already in bed. While eating a plate of leftovers she’d covered for me, I watched something on television. In truth, I was only staring at the moving pictures. My mind was alight.

The plan had shifted. Why? Because Mrs. Goodman had gone from protesting to quiet acceptance. Okay, not quiet. She was whiny. At least, that was expected. But her sudden acquiescence? No, that did nothing for me. Time to ramp things up.

“Hmm,” I murmured while shifting my stiffening cock. Okay, even without the fear, she remained alluring. “I’ll simply adjust the plan. Speed it up.”

At my phone’s sudden chirp, I snatched it from the table. Amy. After a glance at the clock, I chuckled. One thing was for sure: she was a creature of habit.

“Hey, baby,” I said while smiling and moving towards my room.

“Oh, ‘baby.’ Mmm, I like it.” She giggled. “Can I call you ‘fluffy bear?’”

“Uh, I believe that was big fluffy bear.” I laughed. “How you doin’ this fine night, Ms. Warren?”

At her laughter, I couldn’t help but smile. Hmm, she continued to be fun. Yet, she was only a distraction from the distraction. Who was also entertaining? Yeah, my plans were becoming ever more convoluted.

After glimpsing dim light shining from beneath momma’s bedroom door, I crept into mine. Once I’d eased the door shut, I flopped across my bed on my back.

“What are you doing, fluffy bear?” After a quick smack of her lips, she chuckled. “Oh, sorry. Uh, big—no, enormous—fluffy bear.”

“Talking with you, baby. What are you doing?”

When there was nothing but silence, I held in a laugh. After rolling to gaze at Mrs. Goodman’s panties, once more hanging from my monitor, I sighed. Fuck, I wanted them both. What had changed? And why? At a sudden swish followed by a puff of air in the receiver, I jolted.

“I’m naked, Damon.”

“Oh, really?” My eyebrows arched as my imagination filled with images of her nude frame. “What would your mother say?”

“O-Oh. Mmm, my huge fluffy bear.” A wavering puff of air across the receiver sent tingles along my spine. “She’d be, uh ... Oh, so very ... Hmm, very ashamed.”

“Um-hmm.” I chewed my lips and swallowed a chuckle. “You’re thinking about me again, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” hissed from her. “But, um, Damon—”

“This time, your sneaky fingers are way up inside, aren’t they?”

“Umm, hmm.” Her voice wavered.

“Naughty little thing.”

“Yes. Yes, I am, my bear. So, um, naughty.” After her breathing hitched several times, she whimpered. “Oh. Mmm, what would you do to me ... Um, if you were here?”

“Oh, you know—”

“Fuck me?” Her voice lowered to a tiny whisper. “R-Rape me? Hmm? Oh, yes. Would you do that ... Would ... Oh. Oh, would you ... To your naughty, um, little baby?”

“Yes.”

After my single-word response, I jerked at the yowling moan that flooded the phone. It lasted a while. Every time I thought she was slowing, Amy’s breathing would race, and her moaning deepened. Until at last, she fell silent, but for rapid huffing.

“Good night, baby,” I whispered.

Once again, I ended the call. After shoving a pillow against my face, I laughed until tears poured from my eyes. Only once I’d caught my breath did I remove the soaked pillow and flop onto my back.

“Jesus, that was fun,” I murmured as my pulse raced. “She’s incredible.”

Of course, the added benefit would be her telling others of our brief sessions. It would further cement the cover story. Because, like all girls, she’d tell her friends. Perhaps not the details, but they’d get the gist. Plus, word would spread. Utter perfection. After rolling to stare at Mrs. Goodman’s stained lace, I sighed. Also, utter perfection.

“Tomorrow, we really begin,” I muttered before reaching up to hide the panties in my desk drawer.

In the morning, after parking at school, I was braced for heels racing to me. But Mrs. Goodman was nowhere to be seen. However, Amy was waiting for me inside. Again, her squeal ensured the crowded hall was watching her fly into my arms. Once more we kissed, but this time, it was her tongue pushing into me. Of course, I shoved it back with mine. No sooner had I pinned it to the floor of her mouth than she bucked into me with a growling moan.

Mission accomplished. With a smile for the crowd, then her, I let Amy slide downward onto her sneakers. Cheeks as red as the blouse over her sharp nipples, she was trembling.

“Good morning, baby,” I said loud enough to ensure our audience had heard.

“Um, h-hi, bear.” With her eyelashes fluttering, she forced a grin up at me. “Mmm, uh, enormous bear.”

Even as she giggled while dragging shaky fingernails through her hair, I gave her butt one last squeeze. As she gasped, covering another moan, I stepped away and headed for class.

Perfection. There’d been enough sexual tension in that corridor to solidify we were a couple. Boom. Magic. How the hell had that worked so well? Somebody must’ve been looking out for me. Still shaking my head, I slipped into a chair to await Mr. Kennedy’s droning voice. As soon as algebra flowed, my mind drifted to far more important tasks.

Mrs. Goodman and the next steps in my ever-tightening web. One that she was no longer quite as driven to escape. At least in the heat of the moment. Still perplexed by that, I could only shrug.

At lunch, I caught her swift glance as she raced by with a tray. Another conservative ankle-length dress flowed around her. With ruffles at the wrists and along its high collar, the busy dark flower-print hid her shape. Why did she even bother? I’d memorized every pore of her trembling physique. Knew it almost as well as my own.

Then again, did it matter? Did her slow acquiescence matter? So what if the plan had drifted? There was only one way forward, and I was going to follow it wherever it led.

And after walking into class amid a crowd of students, I strode to her desk. With my back to the filling chairs, I leaned down to find her pallid face.

“There’s no practice today,” I whispered as her perfume wafted into my nostrils. Oh, and there it was. A flicker of fear flared in her eyes. Good. Not as compliant as I’d believed. “I’ll be here after your final class.”

“But—” Her gaze flicked to the last kids coming into the room behind me.

“You’ll be here, waiting for me, Mrs. Goodman.”

Before she could attempt another protest, I wheeled and headed to my chair. That was an enjoyable period. Although she stood and moved around the blackboard, she spent a lot more time sending furtive glances my way. Each view of those eyes, on the verge of tearing up, had my shaft twitching.

Fifth period I don’t remember at all.

Once the bell rang, I weaved through the crowd, avoiding the hallway with Amy’s locker. But at the closed door to Mrs. Goodman’s dark classroom, a growl built in my chest. While looking along the corridor, it deepened.

Had she fled? Really? There was no place for her to hide. She’d admitted to keeping our little secret. Did I need to prod her again? Motivate her? Adjustments to my plan would be needed.

But then I gripped the door handle. It turned in my hand. Air hissed from my lips as I eased the door wide. In the dim light, she was waiting behind her desk. After stepping inside, I locked the door and lowered my bookbag to a chair. With twisting hands clenched together on the surface, her glossy eyes tracked my approach.

“Such a good girl.” As soon as I spoke, she jerked. “What? I appreciate your obedience.” Which was true. She wasn’t supposed to be at that stage for some while yet. After stopping beside her, I reached out to run my fingertips along a soft, warm cheek. Although she blinked while gazing up at me, she didn’t flinch. “It shows ... Hmm, character.”

“Damon—”

Her shaky whisper silenced at the touch of my finger on her lower lip.

“First things first, Mrs. Goodman. Standards, I have them. And you will follow them. Enough of the church lady attire. Dress sexier. You and I both know what’s beneath those ridiculous dresses.”

“What? You can’t be—”

At the abrupt clamping of my fingers on her jaw, she yelped. When her eyes watered, my cock surged. God, how it ached. Playing with Amy was one thing, but glimpsing Mrs. Goodman’s panties before school had me on edge. It also kept me focused, which was critical.

“Understand something, Mrs. Goodman.” I bent close enough the heat of her reddening face pummeled me. “I’m being nice because we’re still getting to know each other. But make no mistake; I own you. You obey or I ruin you. End of discussion.”