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writing_freak514
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This is a part of my book. The book about the teacher and student falling in love. I need to know if it needs work or if it is all right. Too descriptive or not descriptive enough? Let me know.
A month had past, and we had everything down to a science now. We had learned to control our urges to fling ourselves at one another, while other people were around. Other than that, nights were spent pretty much the same way they had. When we were in the confinements of his house there was barely a second that we weren't touching. We couldn't be away from each other too long.
But we remained incognito.
My detention had come to a halt, so we were just getting use to that. That time spent alone, was the best time. I think because there was a greater risk of getting caught in the classroom. That seemed to make him a little more eager. He liked taking risks. If he didn’t, we would not be in the position right now.
Not that I'm complaining.
The more time I spent around him, though, the more that I began to trust him. I mean, I completely trusted him at this point. I was slowly becoming convinced that he was the only reason I existed. I would give up everything for him. Everything and more.
I had thought about it a lot. Thought it through, thoroughly. And I knew I was ready. I knew I wanted him. Not just in the way that I had him, but more. The thing was, I wasn't sure if he trusted himself with me like that yet. We talked it over and he told me that he simply wasn't ready to make me do that. That it wasn't time, but the time would soon come. I wasn't sure I could wait any longer. My patience was wearing thin, very thin.
It was a good thing that this Friday we got a free day. It was when the school took off, to prepare for the holidays. And we were going to spend every waking moment at his house, go figure. You would think that we'd get tired of just making out every night. No. Every night, it got closer and closer to him letting his guard down. I know I sound greedy, but he's got me hooked.
I came in through the back door. I didn't really use the front anymore. I found a short cut through the woods that took me straight to his backyard. I heard the shower running. And fighting the urge to go join him, I walked in the living room. I was planning on watching TV, but instead my mouth dropped.
The room was lit by dozens of candles. Softly in the background, a radio was playing a CD. Sitting on the coffee table was two settings of plates. He was probably cooking something right now and this was probably supposed to be a surprise. I couldn't leave the room, though. I was kind of planted where I stood. I thought things like this only happened in movies, but he proved me wrong. Like he has been doing every day since we started this thing we have.
We haven't even defined it, but that's okay with me. I was fine with whatever this was. He had me completely wrapped around his finger and from the nights I've spent with him, I seemed to have him a little whipped, too. He kept coming back for more. As I said, I wasn't complaining.
"No!" I jumped at the new sound in the room. "You weren't supposed to see this yet." He was wearing his robe. His hair was dripping wet and his eyes were reflecting the many small fires in the room.
I was still speechless as I moved toward him. I looked deep in his eyes before I reached up and kissed him. He gently pushed me against the wall and kissed my neck, then my forehead, then each of my cheeks and finally he drew his mouth back mine. My hands tangled in his hair. If I wasn't between him and the wall, I probably would have collapsed by now.
It was hard to pull away with what I was trying to do tonight. This wasn't what I had in mind when I wanted to convince him that I wanted him to be the one that I had my first willing time with. Yet, it seemed perfect. But I could smell the dinner floating through the air out from the kitchen and I knew that he planned this for us tonight. I didn't want to go and ruin it.
"I made you dinner." He said breathlessly. His cheek was pressed against my forehead and his arms were on either side of my face, palms against the wall. His nose slid down my cheek and across my neck. My eyes rolled back in my head.
I gulped. "You always make me dinner."
He chuckled and then sighed when he pulled back. I smoothed out my clothes and then looked up at him. He was watching me intensely. I reached up to touch my fingertips to the small piece of his chest that wasn't covered by his robe. I took a step forward, unaware of anything else but him. He exhaled sharply when I slid my hand down to pull the knot lose.
He caught my hand and brought it back to his mouth and kissed my palm. Then dragged me to one of the places at the table in the living room.
"I'll go get supper. You stay here." His voice was thick. He was fighting against something, I could see it, but I couldn't see what it was. It was like it was painful that he was working so har
A month had past, and we had everything down to a science now. We had learned to control our urges to fling ourselves at one another, while other people were around. Other than that, nights were spent pretty much the same way they had. When we were in the confinements of his house there was barely a second that we weren't touching. We couldn't be away from each other too long.
But we remained incognito.
My detention had come to a halt, so we were just getting use to that. That time spent alone, was the best time. I think because there was a greater risk of getting caught in the classroom. That seemed to make him a little more eager. He liked taking risks. If he didn’t, we would not be in the position right now.
Not that I'm complaining.
The more time I spent around him, though, the more that I began to trust him. I mean, I completely trusted him at this point. I was slowly becoming convinced that he was the only reason I existed. I would give up everything for him. Everything and more.
I had thought about it a lot. Thought it through, thoroughly. And I knew I was ready. I knew I wanted him. Not just in the way that I had him, but more. The thing was, I wasn't sure if he trusted himself with me like that yet. We talked it over and he told me that he simply wasn't ready to make me do that. That it wasn't time, but the time would soon come. I wasn't sure I could wait any longer. My patience was wearing thin, very thin.
It was a good thing that this Friday we got a free day. It was when the school took off, to prepare for the holidays. And we were going to spend every waking moment at his house, go figure. You would think that we'd get tired of just making out every night. No. Every night, it got closer and closer to him letting his guard down. I know I sound greedy, but he's got me hooked.
I came in through the back door. I didn't really use the front anymore. I found a short cut through the woods that took me straight to his backyard. I heard the shower running. And fighting the urge to go join him, I walked in the living room. I was planning on watching TV, but instead my mouth dropped.
The room was lit by dozens of candles. Softly in the background, a radio was playing a CD. Sitting on the coffee table was two settings of plates. He was probably cooking something right now and this was probably supposed to be a surprise. I couldn't leave the room, though. I was kind of planted where I stood. I thought things like this only happened in movies, but he proved me wrong. Like he has been doing every day since we started this thing we have.
We haven't even defined it, but that's okay with me. I was fine with whatever this was. He had me completely wrapped around his finger and from the nights I've spent with him, I seemed to have him a little whipped, too. He kept coming back for more. As I said, I wasn't complaining.
"No!" I jumped at the new sound in the room. "You weren't supposed to see this yet." He was wearing his robe. His hair was dripping wet and his eyes were reflecting the many small fires in the room.
I was still speechless as I moved toward him. I looked deep in his eyes before I reached up and kissed him. He gently pushed me against the wall and kissed my neck, then my forehead, then each of my cheeks and finally he drew his mouth back mine. My hands tangled in his hair. If I wasn't between him and the wall, I probably would have collapsed by now.
It was hard to pull away with what I was trying to do tonight. This wasn't what I had in mind when I wanted to convince him that I wanted him to be the one that I had my first willing time with. Yet, it seemed perfect. But I could smell the dinner floating through the air out from the kitchen and I knew that he planned this for us tonight. I didn't want to go and ruin it.
"I made you dinner." He said breathlessly. His cheek was pressed against my forehead and his arms were on either side of my face, palms against the wall. His nose slid down my cheek and across my neck. My eyes rolled back in my head.
I gulped. "You always make me dinner."
He chuckled and then sighed when he pulled back. I smoothed out my clothes and then looked up at him. He was watching me intensely. I reached up to touch my fingertips to the small piece of his chest that wasn't covered by his robe. I took a step forward, unaware of anything else but him. He exhaled sharply when I slid my hand down to pull the knot lose.
He caught my hand and brought it back to his mouth and kissed my palm. Then dragged me to one of the places at the table in the living room.
"I'll go get supper. You stay here." His voice was thick. He was fighting against something, I could see it, but I couldn't see what it was. It was like it was painful that he was working so har