Teacher's pet

chapter 3

That was just great. I lived a good thirty minutes away. I could've called my mom, but she'd have to leave work early and my dad was so busy I didn't even know if he came home at night. But hey, my car was old. I felt my head hit the steering wheel. It was freezing out today. I heard a knock on my window.

"Ethan, you all right?" Mr. Beckham asked. I opened the door and he stepped back. I got out and stood by the door.

"Yeah, it's just that my car won't start." I gestured toward my awful, beat-up excuse for transportation. My parents could afford to buy me a new one, they just wouldn't. I didn't even expect them to pay for the whole thing. I had a decent amount saved up from my summer job.

"I'll take a look at it if you'd like," he said.

"That would be great. I don't really know much about cars."

"Well, to be honest--I don't know much either." He smiled.

"Oh, well then." I laughed. It was funny. He started to laugh too, and it made the situation a little more bearable.

"If you'd like, I'll gladly give you a ride home." In his car--the two of us--together. Was that even legal? I didn't care. It would take every fiber of my being to not suck his dick.

"Yeah, that'd be great." I grabbed my bag and locked my car. I'd get it later. I was getting a ride from Mr. Beckham. He drove a two-door truck; it was red--a dark, almost burgundy red.

I was wearing my hat with a poof-ball on top. I stuffed it into my pocket. My mother told me to wear a hat that morning and it was the first one I grabbed. I sat in the passenger's seat. I could see my breath and I could tell my nose was very red.

I told him my address and he drove. We usually had conversation that flowed so easily, but I was so nervous. Being alone with him in school was one thing, but being alone with him in his truck felt so entirely different. I wondered if he was as nervous as I was. But why would he be?

He stopped in front of my house. He killed the engine. We sat for a moment. "Thanks for the ride Mr. Beckham," I said. We'd barely even spoke, aside from me giving the occasional direction.

"No problem, Ethan." He shifted his body to face me. "When we're not in class, you can call me Jude." He had the most gorgeous eyes. They were a light, almost golden, brown. He was leaning towards me. "You really are my best student." He smiled. Oh my god. It was what I had been dreaming about, what I had been wanting since August.

"Thanks, you're my--my favorite teacher." He was chewing cinnamon flavored gum. I wanted to taste his breath so badly. I wanted his tongue in my mouth.

"How old are you anyway?"

"Eighteen," I said in a small voice. I was so excited. Was this flirting or friendliness?

"Eighteen," he repeated, his deep voice lingering in my mind.

"Yeah, I turned eighteen in November."

He kissed me.

His lips were soft and the slight amount of facial hair he did have tickled. I had only kissed one other person, and that was in sixth grade. Her name was Chanel. I thought I was in love with her. But Chanel had nothing on Mr. Beckham. He was so experienced. I felt his breath mix with mine and our tongues explored each other's mouths. I knew my lips must've been freezing, but his were so warm. I liked Mr. Beckham so much. I did, I really did. Here I was kissing him.

"Ethan, I'm sorry," he said as he pulled away, too soon. I could still taste a little bit of the cinnamon. "You're just a kid, my student."

"I'm not a kid Mr. Beckham. I--I'm eighteen," I protested, hurt and confused. What was I to say? I was his student and he was my teacher and even if he was sexy as fuck that didn't change anything.

"Maybe you should go," he said. I could tell he was worried. I didn't want to put this pressure on him.

"But, Mr. Beckham, I--okay. Than--thanks again for the ride," I said as I stepped down from his truck.

"Don't mention it."

"I won't." I thought he meant the kiss, but realized he was talking about the ride. Maybe he meant both. He probably meant both.

He pulled off and I went into the house. My face was flushed. My heart was beating so fast. My ears were so cold. I should have grabbed a different hat.

I went into my room and realized what had just happened. I kissed him, and he could get into trouble for that. I didn't mean for anything like that to happen. I'd have to talk to him tomorrow. We just needed to get on the same page and things would be fine.