"I didn't know you were this senseless," he muttered. I felt the bed sink down and I turned to face Mr. Hughes as he climbed over me. I pressed my legs together as tight as I could and tried to remove what I realized what cloth from my mouth, shocked when his hands caught my wrists and pinned them to the mattress. His knee shoved itself between my legs forcefully, spreading them apart despite my efforts to keep them closed.
"Stop this please," I tried to tell him, but the cloth turned it into useless and muffled sound. My arms were too tired to lift up, my legs went limp after trying to hold them in place for so long, and my throat felt raw. He must have felt it because he let my arms go and moved his hands down between my legs. I blinked back tears as he grabbed at my hips and pulled my lower half up, his head slowly entering me again.
"Was this so hard hun?" my teacher asked. I looked at the ceiling as he thrust into me and continued to talk as if this were normal. I just wanted it to be over, to be back at home in my bed. It...it was almost over, right? My mind worked slow, but suddenly the realization hit me. I lifted my arms and tried for the hundredth time to push him off. His pace had quickened and he leaned down and pulled the cloth from my mouth. My eyes filled with tears again.
"Don't..." I tried, glancing up at my teacher fearfully. "I-I'm...not on-"
His face showed recognition and he interrupted with, "Birth control?" I began to cry harder and nod while continuing to try to push him off, but he paid no mind. "That's what I'd expect from a virgin."
"But-" Before I could fight him the man pressed his mouth onto mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. He wasn't going to stop until it was over, and the conclusion that I could do almost nothing except push his chest uselessly came over me. For some reason I still tried to force him away, like my mind hadn't reached my body, though it made no difference. Mr. Hughes pushed my arms back and held them there as he pulled his mouth away. He panted and smirked.
"It's very funny," the teacher said. "I had lubrication ready but I was surprised when I didn't have to use it." I had tried so hard to ignore the feeling welling between my legs, hoping he hadn't noticed and I could have at least kept some pride. With each time he pushed into me the feeling grew bigger and bigger, and I knew I wasn't going to live it down if I orgasmed. Mr. Hughes glanced at my face and laughed. "Are you going to come with me then?"
His hips bucked into me harder and he clenched his jaw as I felt him get bigger inside of me. Without warning, my teacher lowered one of his hands and started rubbing me roughly. My body tensed awkwardly as I tried to fight the oncoming release, and he saw. The man started to thrust and rub faster, then thrusted a final time and held himself there for awhile. I stared, confused and horrified, as Mr. Hughes pulled out of me and I saw white liquid pulsing out of him.
"Fuck," he muttered, his hand still moving between my legs as he looked down at me, smirking. I could feel my body start to tense up and I tried to jerk away. My teacher moved his hand away just as I came, my body pulsing. It felt so good, yet shame washed over me as he watched me lie there in front of him. He wasn't pushing me down or telling me anything, just looking with a smirk. My legs were shaking and my head pounded but I managed to slip off of the bed and collect my clothes. I ignored the thick liquid running down my legs. I didn't bother with buttons or zippers and just pulled everything on and walked out, attempting to ignore the fact that Mr. Hughes was following behind me.
I reached the door quickly and froze. My glasses and cell phone were still upstairs somewhere, but I didn't want to go back up there. I rubbed my puffy eyes cautiously and tried to wipe the stickiness from my cheeks as I stood there and tried to figure out what to do. I decided to leave, but just as I was leaving I felt something rub against my bottom and I froze in fear. My glasses appeared in front of me, held up by my teacher's hand. His other hand lay on my rear, my phone neatly slipped into my back pocket. Wanting to leave fast, I snatched them from him and turned the doorknob. Before I finally exited the house, Mr. Hughes roughly grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face him.
"I've put my number in your phone," he said steadily, grinning at my horrified face as he rubbed my back pocket. His grin turned into a frown quickly. "For every time you don't listen to what I tell you to do, I'll dock points from your grade." My face contorted in sadness, my body shuddering. It wasn't over. Why hadn't I just left and never turned back or hesitated!? "If you start to fail my class, it will get much worse." He leaned closer, his breath covering my ear. "If you tell anyone, I guarantee you'll regret it."
I felt like I was going to vomit all that I had eaten that day, so I didn't care if he had other things to say to me. I hurried away from the house and the teacher and nearly ran to my house, where my mother accepted a paper thin lie about staying after school to work on a project. My sister saw through the lie, but I shrugged her off and locked myself in the bathroom for two hours, trying to forget about what had just happened.
