"Isabelle, please, I’m sorry! I won’t ever disrespect you again!"
"James, this is your first lesson. Remember it." She says it so matter-of-factly, pulling herself from the bedsheets and padding across the soft carpet to the bathroom.I
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stare after her, my thoughts reeling. She didn’t just do that... Did she?
She has a point. The admonishment leaves me feeling wretched for speaking out of turn. This new dynamic between us is going to require fast learning, but it’s a challenge I’m already relishing. The blue balls she’s given me leave me feeling frustrated, but I know I’ll be feeling horny all day and thinking only of her. Her full ass cheeks that have that delicious jiggle when she walks, her dark waves down her back, those stunning, full, heavy breasts.
I can feel myself getting hard again, and I’m tempted to relieve myself once I get home. But I can’t. She’s doing this to teach me a lesson, and as much as it’s frustrating as hell, I’m not one to back down from a challenge.
The shower turns on, and the thought of Isabelle under the cascading water is almost too much to resist. But she’s right. I’ll have to leave soon to get my car from the restaurant parking lot, head home, shower, change, and get to school. Isabelle will need hers, too. I order a taxi for half an hour’s time and glance up as she re-enters the bedroom, wrapped in a large bath towel, her wet waves framing her face. She’s so fucking gorgeous.
"Taxi’s ordered. We can grab our cars from the restaurant. I live on the other side of the school, so I’ll go back and change."
Yes, Miss
Isabelle dresses quickly and meets me in the kitchen, where we manage to throw together two coffees to take with us. We sit together in the back of the taxi, conversation light and casual, but there’s a weight between us, unspoken words about last night and this morning.
All I want is to reach out, to rest my hand on her thigh or tangle my fingers with hers, but she keeps herself occupied with her coffee and her phone, her touch just out of reach.
Niggling doubts creep in at the edges of my thoughts. Does she regret this? If Isabelle has second thoughts in the cold morning light, I’d rather she just told me. If she realised I’m too old for her, I’d never hold it against her. She has to know that.
But if that’s what she thinks… then I must have given a horrendous impression. That’s something Daniel would do.
I look across at her, her face relaxed as she sips her coffee, scrolling. “Iz?” I ask tentatively. “You ok?” She turns to look at me with a startled look on her face, and a smile breaks out, lighting up her face.
“Yeah, very good, actually. Tired but incredibly satisfied, you?” she asks with a sly smirk crossing her lips. Oh, she’s doing this then.
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“Well, if I hadn’t spoken out of turn, no doubt I would have been a little more satisfied, but overall, I’m good. I had a great night, Iz. Thank you,” I say quietly, leaning in closer to her, the scent of her apple shampoo surrounding me. She tilts her head to rest on mine and closes her eyes. “You don’t regret anything, do you?” I ask, not knowing if I want to hear her answer.
She pulls away and turns to look at me, her face sombre. “Why would you even think I did, James? What would make you doubt me?” she asks, her voice small, and the look of hurt on her face makes me feel like the biggest asshole there ever was.
“I’m sorry, Iz. Please don’t be upset. You didn’t do anything to make me think that. It’s just me, I suppose. You’re just so fucking beautiful, confident… You could have any man you went for, one much younger than me.”
She takes my chin in her hand and turns me to look at her, her grip surprisingly strong, not that I’d struggle against her touch. Every time she touches me, I’m flooded with the need to taste her, touch her, and never let her go.
I want her to be all mine and for her to make me hers. It’s irrational, and everything feels like it’s moving too fast, too intensely, for us to not get hurt somehow. Her hand rests on my thigh as she turns to me once again.
“James, enough worrying. Now listen to me, and I will not repeat myself.” Her voice is quiet yet strong and
Yes, Miss
demanding. “I want you. Our age gap is only thirteen years. Not fifty. I won’t tolerate you putting yourself down and thinking you aren’t enough. Do you understand? I will make you see that.”
She leaves a gentle kiss on my lips, her fingers now softly stroking my jawline, her touch making me hard again. I shift to readjust myself, and she smiles softly.
“We’re here,” she whispers as the car pulls up to the restaurant parking lot. “See you at school.” She gets out, heading to her car.
Me? I sit, needing an extra minute before getting out, just to calm my cock down. The last thing the driver needs to see is my hard-on waving him goodbye.
After paying and gathering my things, I head to my own car, suddenly feeling very alone without Isabelle. Her warmth. Her touch. Her smile. It seems so quiet without her company.
Honestly, it feels like I’m a fifteen-year-old boy again, pining after the cutest girl in class. Not a thirty-five-year-old divorcé after his first night with a new woman.
The staff room is busy this morning, Rebecca trying to garner everyone’s attention. The staff meeting was already held yesterday, and I’m too tired for any more meetings. The lack of sleep from last night is catching up with me quickly.
