8. Theo
Theo
Imanaged to survive the week without doing something regrettable. The day I took Addison to the lake was dangerous for the both of us. We touched, held hands, and talked like two lovers on a date. I think had we stayed in that water, I might have fucked her in it.
My chest hurts and it’s not all the gym time I’ve been putting in. I miss her and I hate that it’s the weekend. It seemed like every time we got a moment alone after the lake day, we’ve been interrupted.
Which is why I’m contemplating doing something stupid. Again.
Me: I hate the weekends now.
Her response is almost immediate.
Good Girl: Is this Theo?
Too late to back out now. I had her number and now she officially has mine. I’ve crossed a line I never should have gotten close to.
Me: I thought you could tell by my miserable tone.
Good Girl: It’s pretty unmistakable.
Me: Any big plans?
Good Girl: None. I would do just about anything to escape this prison.
I glance at the time. It’s almost midnight on a Friday. An eighteen-year-old girl like Addison should be out having fun on a Friday night.
Me: What about your friends?
Good Girl: I have two. Savvy has a baby, so she’s probably in bed. The other one is afraid to be alone with me and avoided me all week.
Me: Not by choice, trust me.
Good Girl: Come save me then?
My heart races at her question. Going to her would be a bad idea, but I can’t erase it from my mind.
Me: And what would we do?
Good Girl: Skinny-dip at the lake?
I suck in a sharp breath.
Good Girl: I’m kidding. Talking would be nice. You could park up the road, and I could come sit in your truck.
I’m already sliding out of bed to throw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.
Me: Text me your address.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m sitting at the end of Addison’s street, trying to talk myself into leaving.
Instead of driving away like a normal, sane person, I text her and let her know where I’m at.
A few minutes later, she opens the passenger side door to my truck and slides across the bench seat until she’s right next to me.
“Finally,” she says in greeting, hugging me from the side. “I was so bored.”
Her palm settles on my thigh over my basketball shorts, and I stupidly put mine over hers. “Me too.”
“It’s weird seeing you in shorts,” she says with a giggle. “Your legs are hairy.”
I snort out a laugh. “Kind of normal with men.”
She slides her leg up over mine. “I just shaved mine. Feel how smooth.”
Don’t do it.
All too eagerly, I place my hand on her warm thigh. Then, I feel her silky flesh, moving my palm up and down from her knee all the way up to the hem of her super short sleep shorts.
“Very smooth,” I rasp out.
I wonder what else she shaved…
“We’re supposed to be friends,” I grit out. “Not whatever this is.”
She sits up and then boldly straddles my lap.
I do nothing to stop her. In fact, my hands automatically go to her hips.
My thumbs slip beneath the hem of her tank top and I stroke her stomach.
She clasps her fingers behind my neck and toys with the hair on the back of my head.
Our eyes are locked in an intense battle.
I make the mistake of looking at her lips and then her delicate throat.
The tank top she’s wearing is low cut and thin.
Her nipples poke out of the fabric, and I’m reminded of a certain picture with her fingers hiding them.
My cock thickens and jolts with need. A slow, teasing grin pulls her lips up.
“Whatever this is,” she parrots, voice a low whisper. “We may not have a name for it, but it’s mutual.”
There’s no denying that.
I’m hard as fuck now and I’m aching to kiss her.
“Everyone calls me a whore.” Her bottom lip juts out. “I know it must seem like it.”
I slide my hands to her ass and squeeze her cheeks. “I know you’re not a whore. You’re my good girl.”
She grins beautifully at me. “I really am. Despite the rumors, I haven’t had sex before. I’ve never even seen a dick in the flesh, much less touched one. The only pleasure I’ve known is from my own fingers.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“We need to keep it that way,” I rasp out, inching my face closer to her neck so I can inhale her grapefruit scent. “I like knowing you’re so innocent.”
“But I’m not,” she breathes, slowly grinding her pussy against my cock. “I want bad things. Things that could blow up for both of us.”
God, I want them too.
I kiss her neck. So soft and sweet. Then, I open my mouth to have a forbidden taste. She whimpers when I suckle the perfect flesh there.
“Are we going to have sex?”
“No,” I lie, nipping at her skin. “Never. If anyone were to find out, they’d destroy us both.”
“That’s stupid,” she gripes. “I really want you like that, Theo. So bad.”
Since both of our shorts are so thin, I can feel the lines of her pussy lips. My cock fits between them perfectly. Each time she grinds on me, the head of my cock rubs against her clit and she shudders.
“I know, beautiful, but we can’t.”
“What can we do then?”
“Just this,” I choke out. “We haven’t done anything too bad yet.”
My student is dry fucking me in my truck. I’m delusional.
“Can I kiss you?” she murmurs, leaning back until she’s resting on the steering wheel. Her eyes are flashing with heat and her tits jut out, the material a thin nuisance between us.
“You know we can’t.”
She lifts her tank and pulls them up over the tops of her breasts. Holy fuck, she’s hot. “So, you can look, but you can’t touch?”
I’m gripping her ass so tight now, physically moving her along my cock. “Right. Just look.”
She leans closer. “You’re old so you can’t see that far away.”
I give her ass a playful swat. “Bad girl.”
We breathe heavily, desperately holding onto control by a thread.
Then, she cries out, her orgasm finally hitting like an F-5 tornado.
I watch in awe as her pretty face contorts into one of pleasure, her whole body shaking.
Then, my cock releases like I’m a teenager again, filling my boxers with cum I’d rather paint her pretty mouth with.
When we both come down, she falls forward, her bare breasts against me.
I hug her and nuzzle my nose against her neck.
“How are you so fucking perfect?” I complain, sniffing her sweet scent.
“I’m not.”
“To me you are.” I kiss her neck softly. “But now we’ve made a mess, beautiful. I need to get home and do something about it.”
She pulls back, perky tits still on display. I regretfully tug her tank down to hide them.
“But I wanted to talk to you,” she says with a pout.
I reach up and stroke her cheek with my thumb. “We’ll talk. We can do that on our phones.”
Then, before I can stop her, she leans forward and presses a sweet kiss to my lips. I’m about to eat her alive but she abruptly pulls away and slides back over to the passenger side door.
“Bye, Theo.”
“Sweet dreams, Addison.”
Good Girl: Look at them. They’re growing!
I grin at the picture Addison sent me this afternoon. Her flowerbed is already showing new growth. It’s cute how excited she is.
Me: Excellent work. Now you can come do mine.
I’m teasing because I live in an apartment and don’t actually have a flowerbed, but she wastes no time jumping on it.
Good Girl: Tell me where you live and I’ll be there ASAP.
As much as I ache to see her again, I know it’s a bad idea. If Addison comes to my place, I’ll sleep with her. I know it. There’s no amount of deluding myself otherwise. I’m extremely attracted to her and we have a connection. Being alone together would only give us the access we need.
Me: You and I both know it’s a bad idea.
Good Girl: Why can’t this just be like Greenhouse Club? What happens in Greenhouse Club stays in Greenhouse Club?
Me: You’re used to getting your way, huh?
Good Girl: Yup.
“I need to go home,” I blurt out to my sister.
She glares at me from the other side of her garage. We’re in the middle of decluttering the whole damn thing.
“Absolutely not. You committed to helping me and we’re seeing it through to the end.” Then, her eyes narrow, and she starts to smile. “Wait a minute. Are you seeing someone?” She shrieks. “Oh my God, you are!”
I groan and pocket my phone for a minute in case my sister gets too close. “It’s not like that.”
“Do you think she’s hot? Is she nice? Do you like her?”
A stupid, dopey grin stretches across my face.
“You do! Theo! Why didn’t you tell me?” My sister punches me in the chest like I’ve been withholding information on her. I mean, technically, I have, but it’s for good reason. It’s not exactly a relationship anyone would approve of.
“Tell me about her, dummy,” she says in exasperation. “I’ve been dying for you to get back out there again. Mary Ellen really did a number on your self-esteem.”
I grimace at the mention of my ex-wife. “That’s an understatement.”
“Tell me about her,” she says with a whine. “I need to know everything.”
It would be stupid to tell Penny about Addison, but now that she knows I’m all up in arms about someone, I feel like I have to give her something. My sister is too perceptive to play it off like it’s nothing.
“Well,” I say with a shrug, “she’s gorgeous. Like super fucking beautiful.”
Penny beams at me. “What color hair? Tell me more!”
“Long blond hair, sweet smile, pretty blue eyes.” I sigh and close my eyes. “She’s more than just her looks, though. Thoughtful, gentle, caring. She actually hangs on my every word. Makes me feel valued instead of a loser like Mary Ellen always did.”
Penny jumps up and down giggling. “I love her already!”
This makes my chest squeeze with emotion. She hated my ex-wife from the get-go but put on a fake smile for my sake. Sure, she doesn’t know Addison, but the fact she already loves her makes me happy.
“What’s her name?” Penny demands. “Ooh, you should bring her over for dinner!”
My stomach twists at that thought. “Um, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why the hell not?”
Because she’s young. Very young. Oh, and she’s my student.
“It’s still new,” I lie.
It’s not anything because it can’t be. We’re playing a very dangerous game, and truth be told, it can’t go any further.
“Bull crap. Bring her over.”
Before I can argue, I’m saved by one of the kids crying. It involves parental intervention and Uncle Theo treating everyone to ice cream after.
When I finally make it home later, I shoot Addison a text.
Me: Sorry. Just got back from my sister’s. It’s late. See you Monday?
Good Girl: Ouch.
I feel like a total asshole.
Me: Fuck. This is just hard. Reality is eye-opening, you know?
Good Girl: I get it.
Me: Do you? I really, really don’t want to hurt you.
Good Girl: I think it’s too late for that, Theo.
She sends me the saddest fucking picture I’ve ever seen. It’s her, sweet, with a face free of makeup, with red, teary eyes.
Fucking hell.
I don’t waste another second and call her.
She’s been hurt too many times. I can’t be just another person on that very long list.
“Hey, beautiful.”
She sniffles. “Hey.”
I’m so fucked. I can’t quit this girl. I don’t know that I can. I certainly don’t want to.