The Woman Who Is Driven by Passion to Meet Her Lover

The school year began with the same components it always had—the cacophony of my alarm blaring me into consciousness at the ass crack of dawn, a shower, some coffee, and a black skirt suit with four inch heels meant to convey to my students that although I may not look that much older than their twelfth grade counterparts, I was still an authority figure.

This year, I had seniors whose last names began with the letters C through F in homeroom. As I called roll and sat them alphabetically, I found myself involuntarily looking at them much more closely than I had in previous years. Had Edward not skipped ninth grade, I would be directing him to his seat at this very moment. If these things were based solely on chronological age Edward would have been among these students in front of me, but it seemed so hard for me to believe that in the context of how I viewed him now. Despite the fact that they had already come into the statures and countenances they would exhibit as adults, the young men and women in my homeroom were more or less obviously still children despite the fact that they were exactly Edward’s age. I wondered if he was truly all that different from them, or if I just chose to believe that he was as justification for my own lascivious behavior.

I couldn’t allow myself to dwell on it, and instead launched into my standard first day of homeroom soliloquy.

“Good morning, everyone. You should all know the drill by now. The administration wants me to mark you late if you come in after the bell, however close is usually good enough for me, provided you don’t make a habit of it. By now all this should be self-explanatory and redundant, but I’ll ask anyway just in case. Does anyone have any questions for me?”

A boy in the second row raised his hand.

I consulted my seating chart. “Yes, Colin?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Lovely. And so it began.

“As far as you’re concerned I am a nun. Does anyone have any questions for me that are actually relevant to school?”
Colin’s hand went up.

“Yes, Colin?”

“If you weren’t a bride of Christ, would you consider dating a student?”

What the fuck?

He had to be just flirting. He couldn’t actually know anything.

Thankfully, the bell rang. I was never so grateful homeroom was only fifteen minutes long.

During my prep period, my iPhone chirped. I had a text from Edward.

I scored the top bunk.

I laughed as I sent my reply.

See? Things are working out already.

His response was instantaneous.

Except I miss you intensely.

God, did I understand what he meant.

The rest of my day passed uneventfully. I was home about five minutes when my phone rang. Just seeing Edward’s name on caller ID made me grin like an idiot.

“I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”

“I’m settled into the room. I didn’t bring much so it didn’t take long. If you aren’t doing anything, I’d love it if you came up to see me.”

“Isn’t there a kegger you should be going to?”

He laughed. “Bella, most people’s parents are still here. Please?”

I couldn’t say no to him. “Fine, text me directions.”

“I’ll send them as soon we hang up. It should only take about 45 minutes to get here if you leave now, otherwise you’ll hit rush hour.”

“Okay, I’ll head out now. I’ll see you soon.”

I knew I was being completely selfish by driving up to see him his first afternoon on campus, but I didn’t care. After all, he did invite me. Finding the campus was very easy and I instantly recognized his dorm from his descriptions. I called him when I parked and he met me at the door with a quick kiss.

“Wow. I almost feel shafted for missing a year of high school. Is it awful that I want you to wear this outfit again for me some time? Maybe lean over my desk and give me a lecture on dangling participles?”

“Is your participle dangling, Edward?”

“Not after seeing you in that suit,” he admitted. “But it could be later.”

I followed him up steps and through a winding hallway. I felt more like I was inside an Escher print than in a college dormitory. Finally, we reached a door marked 3B and Edward gestured me inside. I had lived in some fairly old buildings, but this was like nothing I’d ever seen. The walls were made of plaster and there was a non-functioning fireplace tucked into the corner. The windows appeared to be the original panes of leaded glass. There were no beds and no desks, just a futon and a television.

“This is the common area,” he explained. “And the bedroom is in here.”

He pulled me into a very small room with a set of bunk beds, a single bed, three desks and three dressers. It was so packed there was hardly room to move.

“Why don’t you spread out a bit?”

“I wanted to, but Mike and Tyler vetoed me. They said it would be better for entertaining this way.”

As much I disliked the obstacle course that Edward would have to run to get into his bed each night, I will admit to being somewhat relieved there were no immediate plans to entertain in his bedroom. Edward excused himself to run to the bathroom which was apparently communal and on another floor. I sat on the futon and waited for him, checking my email on my iPhone. I looked up when I heard the door open. A blond kid walked in and began immediately sizing me up, paying particular attention to my chest and my legs, his sense of entitlement made obvious by his complete lack of discretion.

I stood up to address him. “Edward just ran out for a minute, and we’ll be out of your way as soon as he gets back. I hope you don’t mind me waiting in here for him. I’m Bella, by the way.”

He held out his hand to me and smiled, with a level of smug sleaziness that I hadn’t know it was possible for an eighteen year old to possess.

“Hello, Bella. I’m Mike Newton. I met Edward’s parents earlier, but somehow must have missed you. I can’t believe he didn’t mention having such a hot stepmother.”

What the fuck?

I stood there for about a moment dumbfounded, before Edward returned.

“Oh. Hi Mike,” he said. “I see you’ve met my girlfriend.”

Mike’s eyes darted from Edward back to me in apparent disbelief.

I warily shook Mike’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” I spoke to him in the same somewhat patronizing tone of voice I use when my freshmen step out of line. Although I’d had no intention of fooling around with Edward when I came up here, I felt compelled to make the strength of our relationship abundantly clear in the only way a prick like him would understand. “If you anticipate needing anything from the other room, Mike, I suggest you get it now. Edward and I will be in there for a bit, and we won’t want to be interrupted.”

Mike laughed, his eyes darting from me to Edward. Then I  squeezed Edward’s ass, and  Mike realized I was serious. “Okay then. I see how it’s going to be. I’ll just get my laptop.”

Moments later, he was out in the common room, and Edward and I were safely sequestered in the bedroom.

“I don’t trust him,” I whispered. “I know his type, though usually they don’t get that offensive until they hit their twenties.”

Edward nodded then silently moved a dresser in front of the closed door. He docked his ipod and turned on some music to at least give us the illusion of privacy. He sat on the edge of his desk.

“Come here, Ms. Swan,” he said, smirking.

I walked over to him and stood between his legs. He started to unbutton my suit jacket.

“I’m guessing the idea of this was to make you look older, and in that respect it works. But I’m telling you right now, every boy you had in class today was trying to envision what was under this jacket.”

He opened my jacket and took it off, exposing my black camisole. His lips moved across my shoulder before he spoke again.

“You are deluding yourself if you think any of your male students were paying attention to your lecture.”

He unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor before pulling my camisole up over my head. He nudged me away from him gently and studied me, as I stood before him wearing only my black lace boy shorts and high heeled shoes.

“Not all seventeen-year-old boys are as horny as you are.”

“Are you kidding? Most of them are worse.” He took my nipple into his mouth.

“Edward,” I moaned. “Mike may seem like a misogynistic asshat, but even still he doesn’t deserve to be shut out of his room indefinitely. And you don’t know when your other roommate will show up.”

He sighed with his mouth still on my breast, giving me a quick lick before pulling away. “You’re right. We should be more considerate.”

I bent down to get my skirt, but Edward stopped me.

“Starting with the next time you visit.” Edward put his hands on my hips and turned me around to face his desk before easing my underwear down to my knees. “Now tell me, Teacher.” He stroked me with one hand while opening his pants with the other. “When was the last time you were fucked on a desk?”

Twenty minutes later, Edward moved the dresser back into place. Thankfully, Mike was no longer in the other room. I hoped he’d excused himself before Edward started yelling that he wanted me to put him in detention, but somehow I doubted it. We settled into the futon to talk for a bit before I went home.

“You have no idea how surreal this feels for me,” I said.

“It can’t feel any stranger than it does for me. I mean, I always thought I’d end up here. But to actually be here and have you, too…” He paused. “It’s like when I turned seventeen I got everything I’d ever wanted.”

I smiled. “You know I won’t be up here all that often, right? I fully expected to feel a bit out of place, but when Mike assumed I was your stepmother–”

He started laughing hysterically. “Wait, Mike thought you were my stepmother?”

I nodded.

“That’s awesome.”

“No, actually it was insulting.”

“You don’t get it. So, every year in June at Princeton Reunions there’s this thing called P-Rade where people march along with their classmates according to year of graduation. It’s really just an excuse to get drunk and wear ugly jackets.”

“And smart people do this willingly?”

“Are you kidding? They love it. Anyway, I’ve come up here with my father for it just about every year since I was born. Recently, a lot of the guys from my dad’s class have shown up with their second wives. Let’s just say these women are always closer to my age than my father’s and they all look like models.”

“I’m not sure if that makes me feel better or worse.”

“It was a compliment.”

“Regardless, I don’t exactly blend.”

“You’re wearing a business suit. Had you driven up in jeans and tank top, you probably would have gotten a very different reaction from Mike. As much as it pains me to say this, you would have gotten a different reaction from me as well. I felt very emboldened by my need to have you on my desk. I thank the suit for that. It almost made me long for the time when teachers still spanked their problem students. Had I been in your class back in the day, I could have been a very big problem for you.”

“I’m not your teacher, and I can totally still spank you.”

He blushed. “I said ‘almost.'”

As embarrassed as he seemed by his admission, I had a sense it was something we would indeed be trying out another time. We walked to my car holding hands. He opened my door for me and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips.

“See? Nothing has changed,” he whispered.

I smiled and settled into the driver’s seat. “I’ll call you before I go to sleep.”

He nodded and waved, and soon I was on the interstate heading south. Of course, one very big thing had changed, but it would be impossible for Edward to realize this.

I was no longer terrified of the next four years.

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  1. on 30 Sep 2010 at 10:14 pmlisa89

    I’m so glad Edward has put Bella’s fears to rest about college. He’s as awesome as ever. Gah, I wish I had more time to comment and read, but I have to go to bed (as of an hour ago). Epic sadness. <3


  2. on 12 Nov 2010 at 11:11 amkng1986

    Detention? Spanking? Most seventeen year olds are so happy to have a place to put their cocks they don’t think outside of that.


  3. on 25 Nov 2010 at 3:41 pmBooksgalore/Bookishqua

    Oh I wanted to slap Mike. Lots. Loved it.


  4. on 29 Dec 2010 at 8:04 pmFancastride

    Well it seems Edward is living every seventeen year olds dream sex with their hot teacher on the desk.


  5. on 04 Jan 2011 at 11:05 pmSea4Me

    Uh oh… This freaks me out a bit.


  6. on 17 Mar 2011 at 4:05 amNHJO100

    Oh boy…the desk sex was all kinds of hot. Edward is getting quite bold. Love it. The homeroom situation is a but unsettling…..hmmm….what’s to come??