Schooled (7 page)

I laid there, using my vaginal muscles to restrict him for further probing; he wasn’t getting anywhere in there. I stared at him, perplexed, figuring this all out. Finally, he looked at me, noticed my changed expression and desire-less mood. He slowed down. Slowed some more, and finally stopped.

He looked hurt, confused. “What’d I do wrong?” He was putting on his underwear and t-shirt. I grabbed my own shirt and underwear and put them on. “I’ll just go.” He got up and started across the room.

“Briggs, don’t go. Ummm,” I didn’t know what to say or even how to say it. “Did you forget I was here?” There wasn’t an easy way to tell someone that he sucked in bed and seemed clueless.

“Whatta ya mean? I was doing what I do. I thought you were into it.” He looked hurt. Maybe even a little angry.

“I was. I so was. More than I have been in a long time. But then, ya just lost me and gave up on me.” He still looked a little baffled, pacing the living room.

It took some time and some convincing, but Briggs confessed to me that he didn’t think he’d ever pleased a woman. He said that he got a lot of women, many women, too many women to go to bed with him, but they never seemed satisfied or acted like they wanted a repeat performance. They all seemed into it and turned on, wet and ready, but once he entered them, they didn’t respond or react well. He admitted that once he knew it was a sure thing, that he just went straight for it, not stopping until he was finished. For a while, he thought that maybe he was too big and that he was hurting women. He’d ask them, but they all said there wasn’t any pain.

“You told me tonight that you wanted to taste every inch of me. You didn’t come close to that.” He looked embarrassed and shy, not like the Briggs I was used to.

“I just get carried away. I wanted to be inside you. So bad.” His eyes flashed with desire and want; it made me tingle again.

“I wanted you there too. I really wanted you there, but you made promises you didn’t keep.” I walked over to him. He seemed nervous. This was a switch. “I think you want to keep those promises, don’t you?” I couldn’t believe I was talking to him like this.

“Yes Ma’am.” Ma’am? Alright, I liked this a little more.

“Now Briggs, there are times when teachers drop their curriculum to teach something worldly and worthy for a moment.” I walked toward him, running my finger under the collar of his shirt. “They’re called teachable moments. This is a teachable moment,” I said, placing my finger on his lips. “I’m going to teach you how to make a woman come, how to make her beg for you, how to make her cry for more,” I said, getting closer to him, rubbing my body against him. Whispering in his ear, I said, “You like the sound of that, don’t you?” Who was I? I wasn’t sure, but I knew I liked it. I liked this kind of control.

“Yes, yes please.” The tables had suddenly turned. Did I have any clue what I was talking about? Well, I certainly knew what I liked and what made me feel good.

I laid down on the couch again, beckoning him to me. I licked my lips, signaling him to kiss me again. We began kissing. He stood up, and started taking off his shirt again, I shook my head. “I’ll take that off when I’m ready, if I’m ready.” He left his shirt on, standing above me, looking down at me.

I sat up and took off my shirt. I lifted my hips and took my underwear off again. I laid naked before him. This was going to be the best lesson I’d ever taught. He reached for me. I shook my head. “Briggs, don’t touch me.” His eyes widened.

I placed my own hands on my breasts. His breath caught in his throat; he licked his lips. I began to circle my nipples between my fingers, staring into his eyes. His eyes clouded with lust. I moaned; he knelt down next to me. He started moving in closer to my breasts, his tongue darted out of his mouth. I stopped him. “If you touch me before I tell you to do so, then your private lessons are over.” He groaned and sat back on his heels.

I continued tweaking my nipples. I allowed him to suck and tongue one nipple, then the other. I stopped him abruptly. I could see the frustration in his eyes and hear it in his breathing. I spread my legs apart. I gyrated my hips and sucked one of my fingers into my mouth. I trailed my dampened finger down my chest, over my stomach, and down to my lips. I opened my lips, letting him see. I put one finger inside of me. Briggs adjusted his cock, rubbing it slightly. I shook my head, “This isn’t about you Briggs, don’t touch it again.” Oh. My. God. I couldn’t believe I was doing this in front of a man, a former student.

I traced my finger around my clit. “See, I didn’t touch my clit. I’m teasing myself, prolonging the pleasure. Are you experiencing pleasure right now?” His breathy, nearly inaudible “yeah” turned me on even more. “Briggs, I want you to kiss my feet and suck my toes as I pleasure myself. Can you do that?”

He didn’t answer me. He was kissing my feet, rubbing and kneading the bottoms of each foot. I put another finger inside of my vagina; I was soaking wet. He was watching me intently. I took my finger out of my vagina and put it into my mouth, licking it dry. Briggs squirmed on the ground next to me, lightly biting my toes. “Do you want to taste me?”

He started to move closer to my thighs, to move in between them; I closed my legs. “I said taste, not eat. I’ll feed you.” Again, he sat back on his heels. I put my finger inside me once again, I stroked it in and out, assimilating a fucking motion, while I allowed my hips to meet each thrust. I could see the desire and want in his eyes. I took my finger out and put it up to his lips, and said, “Slowly.”

Briggs slowly stuck his tongue out and licked my finger, then sucked the entire finger into his mouth, never stopping the kneading massage of the soles of my feet. I was on fire. I was going to come. I was ready. “Briggs, you’re gonna make me come, and I want you to feel it, really feel what happens. You’ll never have to wonder again if you’ve satisfied a woman.”

I had Briggs put one finger inside my vagina, and I even put my big toe in his mouth. I told him that he wasn’t permitted to suck my toe or move his finger, at all. He needed to feel how my body reacted to my orgasm to fully understand the effects of a climax. He stared into my eyes as I began to use light circular motions on my clit. I stroked my clit around and around, looking into his eyes. They were blazing with desire. He whimpered, “Janelle.” and I let go. My orgasm shook through my body. I could feel the muscles of my vagina squeezing his finger, pulsating on it. I felt my toes curl on his tongue, forcing him to suck it deeper into his mouth. His eyes widened. He didn’t move or say anything. He let me experience the entire orgasm. Panting, and exhausted, I looked at him, he was staring at me in awe.

He started to talk, but I stopped him, “That was wonderful.”

He smiled, “You’re wonderful. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.” He crawled closer to me. He kissed me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down on the floor, onto his lap. I could feel his hardened, strained penis through his jeans. He was so sexy. I wanted to let him fuck me right then, but I liked these new roles. I liked teaching him control and patience. We kissed deeper and longer, and when he started rubbing my breasts, I stopped him.

“Briggs, I think you need to get going,” I stated, using my authoritative teacher voice. “I really enjoyed tonight’s lesson. I expect to see you again soon to practice what you learned tonight and to continue further.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“You’re making me go home like this?” He pointed to his jeans, his straining cock.

“I think you were going to leave me in the same condition earlier, and I would’ve had to take matters into my own hands. I suggest you do the same.” Smiling, I threw his shirt at him and walked to the front door. Opening it, I said, “sweet dreams darling.”

“Well played Janelle, I mean Miss Garrity.” He put his shirt on, slipped his shoes on, and kissed my forehead.

“Miss Garrity, I really like the sound of that now.” He kissed me hard on the mouth and neck, sucking my earlobe.

“I used to think that you were the best teacher ever, now I know it for sure. Damn. Next time.” He kissed me again and left. I closed the door and couldn’t believe the way I acted. Char was going to shit. She was going to lose her mind. Man, that was hot. Next time…

I was exhausted. I got into bed, replaying the day’s events over in my mind. How had Leo Cling grown up so quickly, and so damn well? I had never seen such a change in a guy before and what a change it was. Char was right again; he wasn’t a kid. I wondered if he was dating anyone, then scolded myself for wondering.
Seriously Janelle, you were just masturbating in front of one of your students and now you’re thinking about another one?
I had to pull it together. I had to figure out my life, not sit around and hook up with former students, no matter how hot it was. Speaking of hot, Briggs certainly surprised me tonight. The man was a god, perfect in every way, his words, his actions, his body, those eyes. He had the ball rolling; I was so turned on and just willing to let him take me, have me. Then, he just fumbled the ball like he didn’t even have a clue where the end zone was. And from what I remembered about Briggs Alexander, he never fumbled. I couldn’t fault him for it though, because he certainly made up for that dropped ball. He recovered it, cleared the end zone with ease, spiking the ball at victory. Score! I was satisfied and he didn’t really even touch me. Oh the things that I could teach him, he could be the perfect lover, my lover. My student.

Knocking again? Was I ever gonna sleep in this summer? Remembering the previous morning’s embarrassment, I grabbed my robe, tying it tightly around my waist. My head was pounding and my stomach was grumbling. When was the last time I had eaten? Shit, I was starving.

Jocelyn was the greatest sister on the planet. She came bearing groceries, beverages, and an Egg McMuffin and hash brown from McDonald’s. Having an older sister was the answer to my prayers. I devoured the sandwich and greasy fried potato, while she put away all the groceries, organizing everything in the cupboards. McDonald’s was always the morning answer to a late night of sex and alcohol, well pseudo sex anyway.

“So kiddo, how’re ya feeling?” At least she let me eat before bombarding me with questions, I thought sarcastically. I knew that Jasper and Joz were going to be worried about me and about how I was going to handle Marcus and the divorce. Almost on cue, Jasper walked in.

“Gross. McDonald’s? Do you guys even know what’s in that crap?” He wrinkled his nose and started to peel an orange, hopping up on the island.

“Really damn good crap,” I moaned with my mouth full. “By the way, do you knock? And get your ass off my counter.” He smiled and didn’t budge.

“Well someone has made herself at home. How ya doing?” I knew that I’d be better off just getting the inquisition over. I told them all about packing, setting the ping pong table on fire, and about my spa day with Char, leaving out the Brazilian wax and the tutoring of the African-American stud. I’d tell Joz when we were alone; Jasper’s ears weren’t ready for such knowledge, maybe never.

“Ha! That’s great! That fucker always cheated at pong anyway,” he declared as he popped an orange slice into his mouth. “I talked to the company’s lawyer; your best bet is a Disillusionment. It’s fairly quick and relatively painless.” I grimaced at his words, he caught my look. “Painless legal procedure, I know you’re in pain, Nelle.” I smiled, grateful that he’d take the time to correct himself. Actually, sadly enough, I was hurt, but I wasn’t hurting all that terribly bad. What did that mean? Why was I questioning it? I knew what it meant, probably always knew what it meant. Marcus and I weren’t really meant to be.

“Janelle, this is the best thing for you.” Jocelyn said, as she got the cleanser from under the cupboard. “I talked to Rick. He wants you to go through your house, make a list of everything you need or want, and he and his brother are going to go get everything for you.” She started scrubbing the sink, the already clean sink. Rick turned her into a nut-job clean-freak. “They’ll bring it here or put it in a storage unit. Rick doesn’t want you to have to get it.”

Feeling bad, I said, “They don’t have to do all that for me.”

Ignoring me, she said, “Marcus is such an ass, he’d probably fight you on everything. He wouldn’t say a word to Rick and Dave.” Jocelyn had done a lot of preparation for me. She always had my best interests at heart, so did Jasper. I was lucky. I still couldn’t shake the feeling that I wanted to talk to my parents.

“When are mom and dad scheduled to call again?” I hated that we couldn’t reach them whenever we wanted. Who just leaves their kids? What is wrong them with? Jocelyn wasn’t as pissed as she should have been. Her kids were growing up without their grandparents. I was pissed for her.

Joz pulled up the calendar on her smart phone. “Not until the end of next week.” We usually all got together at Jocelyn’s for their monthly call. It was easier for them that way. I wondered why we tried to make things easier on them; they left. They made things hard for us. Jasper and Jocelyn didn’t see it that way. I did. I missed them. I still needed them, especially now.

The three of us were sitting around just talking, talking mainly about bullshit topics, nothing of substance. I was talked out by that point when there was a knock at the door. Joz got up to get it. “Hey Nelle, Uh, I think it’s for you,” she said teasingly.

I walked to the door; my eyes widened. Briggs was standing on my porch, holding a comeback cup from Starbucks. All his confidence and assuredness was back, leaning on the frame of the door.

“Dude, why is Briggs Alexander at my house, your house?” Jasper was looking at Briggs, star struck, as he bounded up to the front door, shaking his hand and pounding his back. Everyone in town knew Briggs; he was a hometown celebrity. Jasper led Briggs in. Suddenly, silence and awkwardness filled the room.

“You know he was one of my students.” I didn’t know what else to say and that response certainly didn’t clear anything up.

Jocelyn walked up to him, looking formal and business-like. “So Briggs, is it? What brings you here this morning?” Nice Jocelyn. Real subtle. “With Starbucks?” Damn Jocelyn, shut it. Jocelyn and Jasper were floored. I didn’t think it could get any worse at this point.