Chapter 5

“No way,” he says. “That’s a line we’re not going to cross that line. Fucking in your parent’s house puts us on the fast track to being caught.” He stands on the balcony extended from her room.

“Who said anything about a line?” Cynthia grins, stepping up next to him. “My mom is working late, and my dad won’t be home for a bit. There’s plenty of time for a quickie.”

“You’re the school girl,” he murmurs, smirking sardonically. “I’m the teacher. I don’t fall for peer pressure. Besides, do you seriously have a mental inventory of lascivious acts that we need to try?”

“Maybe a few,” she laughs. “Seriously though...” her cheeks redden.

“You’re well beyond your years,” he mutters, lowering his eyes to his cock which is already beginning to harden at the very notion.

Cynthia blushes at the thought of their first time just the other day and then yesterday. The memory of him being so close to her, so deep inside her sets her heart hammering.

“Alright, I give in,” Robert says.

Without a word, but a smile on her face, she pins her teacher into the corner made by the wall and the beginning of the railing. She reaches up and wraps her arms around his neck as
she kisses him. His kiss is sweet. To seduce him, she had changed into just a robe before she slipped into the bedroom. As she hoped and figured it would, it worked like a charm. Now Robert reaches down to part the robe below the belt, his fingers curling upward to stroke her clit as his tongue mingles with hers. Cynthia tries to break the kiss but he only moves his digits more quickly, her quickening breaths puffing against his cheek as she exhales through her nose.

The odd car goes by, but no one looks up to the balcony. There are plenty of sounds, the regular sounds of a quiet neighborhood, but they all mask the sounds of her moans. There could be fireworks blasting or a carnival happening just below them and Cynthia wouldn’t notice. She is lost in the succulent exploration of her teacher’s mouth as her hands glide down his chest to wrap around his big member. Not really caring if they are seen or not, she lets his the man guide her hands, her tongue swirling with his as they work his turgid length. One of his hands leaves her, and in an instant, the tip of his finger is rubbing languidly over her clit to work it in tight circles through the slick profusion of her arousal.

Cynthia gasps, breaking the kiss as she throws her head back, her grip on him slackening when she begins to moan. One hand reaches unsteadily for the railing as she parts her thighs and shifts her feet apart to bear more of her weight. One of the robe’s edges slides askew, revealing her small breast and even smaller pink pebble of flesh. Robert bends forward hungrily devouring it as his finger sweeps over her clit in a more feverish pace.

“I want you to know how much I want you,” he whispers, kissing up the shallow valley between her breasts, pausing to nip at her jaw. “I want you to look in the mirror and think of how I fuck you whenever I want to.” With those words, his lips travel back toward her throat, and he begins to give her a fierce bite as her hips begins to thrust against his digits.

“Shit...” she moans, her limbs tensing and back arching against the man as she feels the first hot tingle of orgasm building in her. It steals her breath as it explodes in throughout her body.

Robert bites her neck as she climaxes. His cock is now dripping with need. “Turn around,” he breathes. His tone is husky with urgency as he roughly shoves the robe down over the slight shoulders. Then he tugs it off her hips.