Teacher's Pet (9 page)

He rais’d a sigh so piteous and profound, as it did seem to shatter all his bulk and end his being.

The pain of withholding had been obvious as he had tried to pleasure her endlessly without allowing himself the gift of release. His expression had been almost childlike in the dim light as she took his entire length in her mouth. His cock was huge, the likes of which she’d never imagined a man could be blessed with. She remembered it being better than she could have hoped, just as powerful and delicious as the rest of him.

Lynn would suck his cock all night if he would let her. She wanted to pleasure him endlessly, relishing the taste and smoothness of him in her mouth. She was told giving head would be an unpleasant experience, but she craved it as much as she craved his head between her legs, his curls teasing her thighs. There was immense power in delivering such ecstasy to someone, especially someone as sexy, mature, and experienced as Matthew.

Watching him become slowly unwound between her lips had her rocking her hips against the carpeted floor, moaning as she pleasured herself while sucking him to euphoria. Lynn opened her eyes to watch her pussy grind against the carpet in her room.

That night, he had thrust his pulsing cock into her mouth, forcing her to drink every drop of his orgasm. She drank greedily, loving his taste, and licked every drop from his sensitive head while fucking him with her eyes. He looked like he was going to come again just from watching her, his mouth curved into an
O
, his body tense and shaking under her.

The same knot grew within her as the rough carpet parted her lips and abused her clit. She cried out as loud as her body allowed, shoving herself against the wall for support, and slipped two fingers between her lips, stroking her clit to frenzy.

Lynn couldn’t let herself go, not yet, not when Ophelia still had more and the wave of memories from that night cascaded over her. She moaned through her next line, barely able to speak the words.

That done, he lets me go, and with his head over his shoulder, turn’d.

Matthew had caressed her body with kisses, licks, and nibbles. His teeth against her thigh stole her breath. Tiny bites against her nipples undid her. Warm lips along her exposed skin melted her against him.

Her stokes became more desperate. Behind her lids, Matthew’s face appeared again, hair disheveled and perfect, his eyes peeling back the protective layers of her skin, forcing her to stop playing a role and be the real Lynn, moving with him in euphoria.

As she recited her lines, each finger plunged into her center was a phantom of his cock, owning her, withdrawing the girl deep within.

He seem’d to find his way without his eyes, for out o’ door he went without their help

He had pulled the secrets from her body with each thrust, her fire waiting for his spark. Her body on a wire as they converged as one, panting between the sheets, nails digging into skin and backs arching into one another.

In her room, Lynn was on her knees, riding herself and gasping his name. The ghost of every kiss, every grunt, every press of his hands against her hot skin, pushed her closer to the edge.

Her body could no longer hold back, waiting to give her nectar to her Romeo, her Hamlet, her love. She was completely undone, sold in quivering pieces to Matthew, as her body bucked and shivered under the cresting waves pummeling against her. She let out a scream of pain and pleasure, feeling vulnerable and exposed, as the orgasm overtook her.

She collapsed on the floor and stared at herself in the mirror, hair a mess, clothes pushed and pulled back as she fucked herself through Ophelia’s testimony. She tried her voice for the final line, Ophelia’s confession of her own undoing, and had to pause. Pleasure tripped through her body and claimed her. He claimed her. Her feelings, raw and unashamed, took over, and she whispered the last words, her promise to him.

And to the last bended their light on me.

The thrill of being so naughty, stroking herself while thinking of her lover, her sex god, her
teacher
, and letting herself go as loudly as her body demanded, was intoxicating. Maybe she should arrange a private audition. If she had him alone, rubbing herself while reading him the poetry of their trade, how could he resist her?

“
D
id you see it
? Did you see it?” Dana shook Lynn’s arm. “Please tell me you saw it!”

Lynn sorted through her locker with the collected calm of a serial killer, cold and deliberate. Binders organized, books exchanged, hair smoothed in the magnetic mirror taking up the bulk of her locker door. She reapplied a layer of pink sparkly lip-gloss and cleaned up a few mascara smudges around her eyes.

“No.”

Dana gaped. “How was that not the first freaking thing you did this morning? He said he’d put it out first thing!”

Lynn continued fussing with her make-up instead of giving Dana an answer.

“What the hell, Viggiani? How are you so unaffected right now? What if Aria got the lead? What if he was so pissed, he made you Chorus Member Number 87? What if you got lead and so did Franklin Undersmith? These are real concerns here. Franklin got his teeth bleached this summer and it looks fucking gross. He’s one step closer to becoming a plastic Ken doll, and not the cute one, but that weird one with the plastic hair.”

Lynn snorted in laughter. “God, that’s so true. Then again, do I look Barbie enough? We may be able to swing it as a pair.”

“Aria does. Tell me she didn’t get implants this summer. TELL ME.”

“I told you. Nose job.”

“There’s no way those melons are natural. She was flatter than my hair in the winter not six months ago.”

“Why are you checking out Aria’s tits, anyway?”

Dana grabbed her small breasts and jiggled them around. “Jealousy’s a bitch. I’m woman enough to admit it. Also, I hate her. And you do, too, so you should be joining me in this Aria slamfest. After you explain why the fuck you haven’t looked at the cast list yet. What is going on in that little brunette head of yours?”

Lynn slammed her locker shut and sighed heavily. It felt melodramatic and fitting. Wasn’t that her entire life—one large melodrama after another? If she wasn’t a ghost in her own home or grounded for ridiculous drug allegations, she was fucking her teacher and failing an Advanced Algebra class, because who really cares about integers, anyway? Her dad was a freaking doctor and he never worried about solving for x.

“Look, if this is about your audition…”

“Of course it is!” Lynn dropped her voice and fidgeted with her purse as they bumped along the crowded hallways. “He’s barely looked at me since the audition Monday. I mean, I get that he doesn’t want to exactly become chummy after everything that happened, but don’t ignore me for fuck’s sake. He literally won’t even look at me. I had a question about the assigned reading two days ago and he never looked up from the computer. I freaked him out or something.”

“Your audition was incredible, don’t get me wrong, and you kicked Aria’s ass, that’s for damn sure. But, it was very… um… racy. Maybe you got him all hot and bothered and he was too embarrassed to look at you because of it.”

Dana ducked around a group of designated dude bros who were hurling a football across the inner courtyard. She waved to Oliver, cheeks pink. Lynn felt the familiar tug of jealousy that cropped up every time Oliver came around. Dana was so happy to be with him, and had the ability to share it with the whole school. They held hands and stole kisses by the shiny water fountains and left disgustingly cute notes in each other’s lockers.

Dana was over the moon. Lynn, in a purely selfish act, was in misery. Her heart was anchored to the scruffy older man who could get her expelled and likely buried alive the second her parents found out. He would be fired and never work again, thus never speak to her again and leave her in perpetual, horny misery.

Despite all the danger, all the things she knew so well, her thoughts were totally dominated by him.

Under the cover of darkness and silken sheets, Lynn couldn’t keep her hands off herself, remembering the heat of his breath against her bare skin and the hungry way he devoured her. She found herself fantasizing about straddling him against the bricked wall of the rooftop gardens, surrounded by hazy stars and the bright lights of Broadway, feeling his hardness pressed against her while trying to keep himself respectful. Twice this week, she’d had to excuse herself to the restroom to fuck her swollen cunt to a panting, silent orgasm in the handicapped stall.

Matthew dominated her entire being. She wanted to feel his scruff against her inner thigh and his biceps ripple as they walked along Time Square while he bestowed more professional wisdom between their stolen kisses.

She thought her audition would call to him. Every night she had rehearsed, Ophelia’s words in her mouth brought her to her knees. Lynn barely held it together on stage, but ended her monologue to huge applause, visible disdain from Aria, and nothing but silence from Matthew.

At first, she was certain his distance was because he was fighting back his own feelings, having fully received her message. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked the stage, could feel the same predatory lust he carried the night they auditioned together.

If it wasn’t for her ridiculously imposed curfew, she would have stuck around to talk to him afterwards to ensure the feelings were definitely mutual. At the time, it seemed impossible for them to not be in harmonious sync.

But now she wasn’t so sure, and she was left feeling more exposed and idiotic than victorious. Maybe all the frantic masturbation during her rehearsals tainted her performance, and she came across as so overtly sexual, it turned him off and showed her incapability for the role. Maybe she had lost the innocence he once told her he loved about her.

But to be fair, he didn’t know anything about her, aside from intimate anatomy. They discussed art and passion, which was practically her entire life, but they didn’t delve into their respective dirty secrets.

He didn’t know she knew about her parents’ mutual affairs and the broken wine glasses every night in the formal dining room. She didn’t divulge her years of flirting with the razor and letting Dana’s brother and his older, creepy friends feel her up in the dark of their home theater in an attempt to feel connected to someone.

Lynn didn’t know his history or any of his dirty secrets. She didn’t know if he laid awake at night, wondering what happened to his stage livelihood or if some trampy actress, hellbent on success, had danced her stilettos across the bare tendons of his heart. She wanted to know these secrets, wanted to forge something beautiful out of their mutual brokenness. Every actor, the ones who really sold themselves to the craft, was broken.

But the simple fact was they didn’t—and couldn’t—share these snippets of their lives, no matter how badly she wanted it.

Ophelia probably killed it all. He probably was going to punish her with Chorus Member Number 87. She still couldn’t bring herself to look at the cast list and watch her future unravel under the newly sculpted nose of her mortal enemy.

“Lynn.
Lynn
.”

She blinked and shook herself back into the present. “Hmm?”

“You okay? You keep spacing.”

“Sorry, long night last night.” Lynn spied the cast list on Matthew’s door, and actively ignored it. “I’m terrified I shot myself in the foot over this audition and freaking Aria Levens is going to take my spot. Because that’s
my
role, Dana. He called me…”

“I know. It was so sweet.” Dana leaned against the wall with a sigh. “It’s seriously the most romantic thing ever. You two are like the modern day Romeo and Juliet, where he’s Leo DiCaprio and you’re whatshername—“

“Claire Danes.”

“Whatshername Danes and you two are doomed to have this passionate love affair that can never truly be. It’s all wonderfully tragic. Now go look at the fucking cast list.”

“Wow, Dana. Thanks. That makes me feel so much better.”

She shrugged. “I’m a sucker for tragedies. Oliver said it was totally endearing because of my otherwise sweet and perfect disposition. He likes the juxtaposition of my interests. Isn’t that the most adorable thing ever?”

“It really is.”

“Hey.” Dana gave her a tight hug. “You are a million times the actress Slutface could ever hope to be. And that man has to be crazy about you. Look at you! I’m certain he has to say hundreds of Hail Marys every single day to purge you from his soul.”

“Or he hates me.”

“Nobody hates you.”

“You’ve known me since we were in pull-ups and pigtails. Everyone hates me.”

Dana grabbed her by the shoulders and squeezed. “No, baby girl. Not everyone is your asshole parents or my jackass brother’s friends, okay? You are incredible. We wouldn’t be besties destined to watch our asshole great grandkids squander their inheritance while we get wasted in the Caribbean with our pool boys if you weren’t the best goddamn thing to happen to me. And I’m pretty fucking awesome. Give the poor guy some slack. It’s dangerous. Danger is sexy, but it also doesn’t pay the bills.”

Lynn exhaled and dabbed at her eyes. “Don’t make me cry before I have to face the wicked witch.”

Dana kissed her cheek. “Have faith, Juliet. This is your story, no one else’s. Now go in there with your head held high and own whatever comes your way. If that whatever happens to be Aria Levens, I’ll help you kill her.”

“I love you to the grave.” Lynn hugged her tight and kissed her on the cheek, leaving a pink sparkling mark. “Tell Oliver he’s got some serious competition.”

“Ah, right.” Dana straightened her shirt and clasped her hands in front of her chest, very professional looking. “He wants me to inform you that he is willing to fight to the death, but in the event that entails too much blood, he’s willing to rock-paper-scissors for visitation rights.”

Lynn put her hands over her heart. “He’s perfect.”

“I know.” Dana grinned so hard it had to hurt. “Now, run! I can’t be late.”

Lynn didn’t run, because it was her senior year, Matthew’s class, and composure was needed. She made it to the door just as the bell rang, where the cast list was printed in large letters. Lynn forced herself to read it from the bottom up, letting each minor role—because no matter how many times he said it, this was high school and of course there were minor roles—reassure her when her looping L wasn’t listed.

Higher. Higher. Higher.

A tight ball settled in her stomach.

Higher.

She gasped. Right there, black and white, was her name. Next to Juliet. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, again, and she hurriedly wiped them away. The knot loosened and all she wanted to do was laugh.

This wasn’t just about Matthew. This was about her; this was her entire life, her final farewell to this stupid school and the incredible department that helped shape her in her darkest moments. And she came out on top.

“Seriously, it’s just a fucking play, Lynn.” Aria sneered from across the room. “No need to get all emotional.”

“Miss Levens, your tongue. Please watch it.” Matthew pointed to her with a ruler. “Only those who truly love the craft understand the honor of playing a role so important to them. Many congratulations, Miss Viggiani. I look forward to your performance.”

Lynn flushed red and settled into her seat in the front row. Not only was it the first time he spoke directly to her over the course of the week, but he also shot down the hoe. She offered a full teeth grin to Aria.

“I’m sure you’ll be amazing as the nurse, Aria. I hear fat suits have really come a long way.”

Aria scoffed loudly. Matthew sneezed, but Lynn had the sneaking suspicion he was covering a laugh.

“Ladies. Enough. Congratulations to everyone who came out to the auditions. It takes some serious
cajones
to get up on stage and lay it all out there. When you create art, it’s like hacking off part of your soul and offering it to the world. How many people trust the world to not take a crap all over them?”

Nobody raised a hand.

“Precisely. But that is what art is. That’s what theater is. You peel back your skin and offer yourself for the sake of beauty. There is nothing more powerful than that.”

“You are so right.” Aria oozed. She was leaned forward on her desk, chin propped in her hands, with a stargazing haziness settled over her. Lynn hoped she never looked that pathetic. “It’s one of the bravest things we can do as a people, right?”

Matthew walked around and sat on his desk. “There are lots of things that are brave. Running into burning buildings, facing a criminal with a loaded weapon, crossing the ocean to fight for a belief, standing up for what is right. Bravery is as multi-faceted and complex as we are as humans. Saying art is the bravest thing we can do isn’t entirely accurate, Miss Levens, but bravery also isn’t a contest. For some people, it is the bravest and most powerful thing they can do. For that, everyone should be proud.”

She cocked her head to the side with the same lusty smile. Lynn didn’t consider herself a violent person, but she would have gladly cut it off her face with a pair of dull scissors, given the opportunity.

“Now! The dirty ends of business.” Matthew rubbed his hands together. “Since this wasn’t a requirement, not everyone in class auditioned. I’m also looking at my assistant director and stage managers in here, so I obviously cannot dedicate class periods to rehearsals. And I believe we discussed private rehearsals at the beginning of the year, right?”

Everyone nodded. Tiny bubbles of excitement grew within Lynn. Private rehearsals. She was going to have private rehearsals with Matthew.

“Every week, rehearsals will run Tuesday through Friday. I’ll need everyone’s availability to work out scene schedules. Be forewarned, those of you with active social schedules, the last month of rehearsal will be full cast. The schedule was posted at the time of audition, so I don’t want to hear any complaining about it. You’re all big kids, reading is a cakewalk now, am I right?”

A snicker came from the back of the class.

“Exactly. Okay, I’m going to call you one at a time to come up here and discuss availability for individual scene rehearsals after school. And before anyone gets any crazy ideas.” Matthew pointed to all of them in a sweeping motion. “All of the monologue scenes will be rehearsed on the same night. Don’t think you’re going to be able to monopolize my time, excessive good looks, and endless pool of career-jettisoning advice from the other students.”