After I'd climbed into my sleeping bag for the night, having just left the tent of a recently fucked nineteen year old girl, I spent time looking at the wedding ring on my finger and tried to think back to how I'd felt on that day - love for my wife, excitement for the family we would have together and the future we would experience. I even had a good career that I enjoyed for the most part, still did.
So why was I trying to throw all that away with Emma?
For two nights now I had fucked the young student in my care, each time filling her with my cum, with barely any care for the consequences until it was dripping out of her. When I'd asked her nervously if she was on any birth control she had just laughed and wished me a good night. It was a laugh that tormented me as sleep finally pulled me under.
Once again there was no indication that anyone had heard what Emma and I had been up to as we all sat down for breakfast. This time the teen kept on looking at me as we snacked on dried fruit, a slight quirk to her full lips as she chewed slowly on a strawberry. Even the way she ate could make my lust for her stir.
The day ahead was to be spent down by the lake for a little down time before we headed back to our lives the next morning. It wasn't a long walk, but I did manage to make a little room from the others so that I could finally manage a quick word with Emma. "You need to tell me whether you're on the pill or not." I rasp, aware that talking to her about something like this with colleagues all of ten paces away is incredibly dangerous. Emma looks at me and tuts, slapping my hand gently away from her after I had grabbed her arm.
"Of course I am. You think I want to get pregnant? I've got my whole life ahead of me - a good life. I don't intend to be grunting in a tent with someone half my age when I get to your age."
The words sting like a whip and it takes an amount of self-control to refrain from grabbing her and telling her that she had made me do all this, that she had started it and I had every right to be asking these questions considering what I'd done. What she'd made me do.
Instead I watch her sulk off and join the rest of the students as they prepare for their dip, and then continue to watch Emma as she strips out of her baggy t-shirt and jogging bottoms, revealing the sheer black bikini she's wearing underneath. Every male from the camp is looking at her at this point, reveling in her beauty. "Fucking crime she hides that figure" Carl, a colleague, says as he moves to stand beside me. "I'd love a go on that."
How little he knows.
The students frolic in the water for an hour before we break for a quick lunch, and afterwards they relax by catching the sun for a little while. When it comes to putting on some sun cream, I can't help but get envious at one of the male student's rubbing the sunblock into Emma's back. My lips go thin as I watch him smooth the cream into her soft skin, and when I glance down to see how she's reacting I find her smiling at me. My fists clench at the baiting, before I shake my head and tell myself that this is precisely how she wants me to react. I lie down, pick up my book, and try to push the thoughts of how her body felt from my mind.
The rest of the day goes by quickly, with most of it spent either on the small beach, or preparing for our departure the next morning. We all enjoy a final dinner together and I decide that an early night is what I need, so head to bed before I can do anything else I will regret. I don't make eye contact with Emma, and I do my best not to think about her at all as I undress and get into my sleeping bag.
With little sleep the last few nights, and a day spent baking in the sun, I'm not surprised I fall asleep quickly. Yet even as I'm starting to doze I know that she won't leave me alone. So when I'm woken by the sound of my tent being opened I'm not even surprised. I lift my head from my pillow and see Emma's head peaking in, a smile on her face.
"Emma, no!" I hiss at her. Yet she only grins, beckons me with her finger, and leaves my tent. I'm dumbstruck for a moment until I realise this is what she wants - she wants me to go to her, she wants me to succumb to her will.
I won't do it any longer.
That's why I'm pulling on shorts and a shirt and going after her, right? To tell her she can't play with me any longer?
I stand up and start to move to her tent before I see a light shining beyond the camp. My head turns towards it and I swear quietly under my breath before grasping its Emma, a torch under her face. I hear her laughing softly at my reaction and then watch her and the torch head away from camp, giving me no choice but to follow her.
It only takes a moment for me to figure out where she's leading me, my feet stumbling over roots and twigs on the dark ground as we head towards the lake. I can just about make out the torch in front of me and I call out to Emma, but she doesn't stop. Just go back to camp, I tell myself. But when I almost trip over the shirt she's discarded, I pick it up and inhale her scent from the fabric.
I only stumble faster after her.
When I reach the lake she's removed her jogging bottoms. This time she's wearing nothing underneath her garments. The night is clear and the moon reflects on her pale, naked form. If the last few nights hadn't happened I would be certain that this was some kind of dream.
"Emma, please..." I start, but she lifts a finger to my lips to stop me from continuing.
"No words. Just come for a swim with me." She whispers as innocently as I once imagined her being.
She doesn't wait for a response, leaving me on the beach as she wades through the water until it's up past her naval. By the time she turns around my shirt and shorts are off, hidden behind a tree with the clothes that she has discarded. I follow in after her, showing Emma the fool we both know I am.
When I reach her she drapes both arms around my shoulders and presses her lips to mine tenderly. I don't even try to fight her - what's the point at this juncture? Instead my hands go to her slender hips and I pull her closer to me until I feel hard nipples sliding against my wet chest.
Under the water she wraps her legs around me and I put a hand to the small of her back to support her, watching as she leans back to display herself to me, her long dark hair falling into the water to turn it jet black in this light, a stark contrast to the whiteness of her skin. My other hand slides along her wet stomach to her full tits. I caress them at first but such is the way they feel I am soon groping them until I hear a slight moan escape her lips.
"Fuck, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen" I whisper as she returns to press against my body, kissing me. I pull her greedily to my torso while her hips rock against my hard cock. When she breaks the kiss she grips the back of my head and stares at me intently.
"I want to hear what you want to do. I want to hear what you want Matt."
I lick my lips and look at her. It's so clear what she wants me to say, but I know in saying it she's won and I am hers. I glance at my wedding ring and then back to her.
