An Inappropriate Love

Amy walked into the school gym. It was nice that they decided to have the reunion at the high school.

"Oh my God! Amy!"

It was the 1999 class president ...what was her name again? Amy could not remember.

"It's Kasha! Senior class president!" She said slightly annoyed that Amy could not remember who she was.

"Oh. Um...I'm sorry I couldn't remember. My memory can be crappy sometimes," Amy replied as she put her name tag sticker on her blouse.

Amy looked around the old high school gym at the people from the class of 1999. Everyone looked older, more accomplished, and even happy in their lives. Amy wasn't sure how she felt about her life as an adult. Amy also found herself looking for Tim. Would he be there? She knew he was still alive as she looked him up on the internet. Amy sat at a table with a drink in her hands. "I Want it That Way" by the Backstreet Boys started to play and some people got up to dance. Amy decided to get up and go to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror after she used the toilet.

"What am I doing here?" she asked her reflection.

She then cleaned her hands, adjusted her lipstick, and walked out of the bathroom. It was at that moment as she was looking at the ground and not in front of her that she bumped into someone.

"Oh shit! I am so sorry!" Amy said as she adjusted her glasses.

Amy looked up and was staring Tim in the eyes. She froze. So, did Tim.

"A...Amy. How are you?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Amy lied.

This was awkward. The confusion was worse, though. Amy knew she was staring her abuser in the face, but also felt that familiar feeling in her pussy and her panties dampened. She felt that g-force feeling in her stomach. It had been decades since Amy saw Tim and she felt herself start to spiral as the memories flooded her. Next thing she knew she was not in the school anymore. Amy was outside and breathing deeply because she wanted to hurt Tim for abusing her sexually, but also wanted to fuck him. She could hear the song "My Name Is" by Eminem blasting from the school gym speakers. Amy debated calling a cab and as she pulled out her cell phone to make the call Tim showed up next to her.

"Can we talk?" Tim asked. His voice sounded as if he was pleading.

Amy sighed.

"Fine," she said.

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened when you were in school," Tim began.

"Oh, you mean when you sexually abused a high school student?" Amy retorted.

Tim sighed. "Amy, you also didn't seem to not enjoy it," he said. His voice was lower this time.

Amy narrowed her eyes at Tim.

"I was 18. You were what? 30?" she asked.

"I was 28, actually," Tim replied in a negative tone.

"Whatever, you were my teacher!" Amy exclaimed.

"And I was also your lover!" Tim said angrily.

"I never asked you to be my lover!" Amy shouted.

Tim became quiet.

"What you did to me changed me. I'm so confused. Right now, I am looking at you and I'm both angry and turned on!" Amy admitted as she felt herself start to cry.

Tim took Amy's hand into his and she did not pull away. She started to cry silently as he held her hand.

"You were so mature and intelligent and so beautiful and unbelievably attractive that

I just couldn't help myself, Amy. I wanted you, and I tried to ignore it, I really did, but I just couldn't live the lie," Tim said softly.

Amy looked at Tim. Her eyes were wet with tears. She looked at Tim's beautiful hazel eyes and wondered why it was so hard to tell him to fuck off. His hand felt warm on hers. As she looked at Tim, Amy could see his age. Tim was 54 years old, and Amy was 44. Tim looked good for his age. It didn't look like he changed much physically, except for the salt and pepper hair. Amy was tempted to put her fingers through it. Why Amy did not expect what would happen next is beyond her. Tim moved closer to Amy and next thing she knew her lips were locked onto his. He opened her mouth with his and his tongue mingled with hers. This happened in front of the old high school. There was no one in the parking lot or outside the school as everyone was at the reunion. So, the cars in the parking lot were empty and there was no one out to see them. Amy at first felt reluctant to go any further with Tim as the confusion set in again. However, she decided to do something different.

"How did you get here?" Amy asked Tim.

"I took a cab just in case I drank too much." Tim replied.

Amy called a cab and when the cab arrived, they both got in it. Tim put his hand on Amy's thigh and Amy put her hand on his. She was planning something, and did not say a word about it. When they got to her place, they went inside and sat on the couch.

"Would you like a drink, Tim?"

"Do you have whiskey?"

"Sure do!" Amy said as she went to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Evan Williams Honey Bourbon.

Tim watched her as she walked into the kitchen with the bottle of bourbon. He sat there waiting thinking about how this may turn out to be a fun night for him because he did miss her, and he did want to fuck her again. He sat there waiting thinking about how this may turn out to be a fun night for him because he did miss her, and he did want to fuck her again.

Amy walked back into the living room with two small glasses of whisky and served Tim his glass. She took a sip from hers. Amy watched Tim as he took another sip of whisky from his glass.

"How is your wife and your son, he must be in his 20's by now," Amy asked.

"He's 25 actually and he's in Med school. My wife and I divorced, but we are still friends," Tim answered.

"Oh. Why did you get divorced?" Amy asked.

"We were never right for each other. My ex really should have gone with her best friend, but she married me instead," Tim took another sip of the whisky as he said this.

Amy continued to watch Tim as he drank the whisky.

"How about you, Amy? Any boyfriends?" Tim asked.

Amy snorted.

"No. I haven't been able to have any long-term relationships with anyone. I'm not sure I want any," she replied.

Tim took a final sip of his whisky, finishing it and putting the glass down. He moved closer to Amy, putting his arm around her. Amy sighed as he did this. It wasn't long before Tim looked a bit tired, almost sleepy.

He rubbed his eyes.

"Are you OK?" Amy asked.

Tim shook his head as if he were trying to shake something off.

"I feel weird. Dizzy. I need to go home."

Tim tried standing up, but almost fell over. Amy stood up quickly.

"Ok, let's get you to bed. You don't look good," Amy said as she put his arm around her shoulder and helped him to her bedroom.

She helped him into bed.

Tim opened his eyes. Everything was blurry at first but then his eyes adjusted. Tim couldn't remember where he was until he noticed Amy sitting on the bed staring down at him. Tim tried moving, but his arms were stuck.

"What? What's happening?" Tim asked.

"Nothing you didn't earn," Amy replied with a sardonic smile.

That's when Tim looked at one of his arms and noticed his hand was handcuffed to the headboard of the bed as was his other hand. His ankles were bound to a bar at the foot of the bed. Tim was also naked.

"What the fuck, Amy?!" Tim exclaimed as he tried to break free.

Amy started laughing.

"This isn't funny!" Tim shouted.

"Oh, but it is," she replied.

Amy stood up and walked to a cardboard box in the corner of the room. She opened it and pulled out a butt plug and a bullet vibrator. She put the head of the butt plug in her mouth to moisten it. Amy made sure Tim could see this she playfully teased the butt plug with her tongue making it look like she was sucking a cock. Then she walked towards him, spread his thighs, and gently shoved the butt plug inside his anus. Amy may have been angry and horny, but she wasn't a monster. Tim gasped and then grunted as he felt his anus widen by the butt plug moistened by Amy's saliva. His cock became hard.

"Well...well...you like ass play!" Amy laughed as she teased his hard cock. It was still not as big, but very girthy.

Tim began squirming as Amy continued to tease his cock.

"So, what does it feel like, Tim? To not be in control for once? To feel helpless.... like you can't say no," she said seductively with a twinge of venom in her words.

Tim didn't answer. He was too busy breathing through the pleasure and pain of the butt plug along with the pleasure of Amy's warm soft hand stroking his hard fat cock.

"Looks like you like it."

Amy then took a rubber band out of her pocket and then took the bullet vibrator and fastened it around his hard, pulsating cock with the rubber band. She took the remote and pointed it towards Tim's cock. Tim lay there helplessly bound and under the mercy of Amy and her bullet vibrator. It started to buzz, and Tim's body jumped.

Amy's lip curled as she watched Tim squirm. His face filled with both pleasure and fear as Amy pressed the remote changing the vibrator to a pulse forcing Tim to edge.

"Oh my God!" Tim moaned as his eyes rolled into his head.

Amy was enjoying this more than she thought she would. She wanted Tim to know what it felt like to be unable to do anything but take it. She pulled out a purple leather flogger. She smiled as she walked towards Tim who was now looking at her with both fear and anticipation.

Amy brushed the tails of the flogger against Tim's chest. She was gentle at first, but when she moved the tails of the flogger to Tim's stomach and lower abdomen, she raised it and set down hard enough to feel a sting. Tim yelped. The vibrator was still on pulse continuously edging him. Amy was gentle again with the flogger as she brushed it against his chest again, down his stomach, and a bit lower than his abdomen and then she whipped him with the flogger and his body raised as he yelped again. Amy pressed the vibrator again this time putting it on low vibrate. Tim started whimpering.

"Please, Amy," he begged.

"Please what, Tim?" Amy asked in a dominant voice.

"Please let me finish," Tim begged.

"Finish? You mean cum?" Amy asked.

"FUCK YES," Tim shouted.

Amy laughed again at how Tim's voice sounded as he begged.

She then took the flogger and whipped him again, this time on his groin. Tim's body raised again this time almost causing the butt plug in his ass to fall out.

Amy walked back to the cardboard box in the corner of the room and pulled out nipple clamps. As she did this, she thought about her sex life and how she often went to extremes for sexual pleasure. Her sex life was affected by what Tim did to her in high school. Amy turned to Tim who was still squirming. She smiled slightly as she walked other to him and as Tim's eyes pleaded for orgasmic mercy, Amy clamped Tim's nipples, and he grunted in response.

Tim was not comfortable and needed to cum. He squirmed and begged to no avail. Amy pressed the remote turning the vibrator up to a strong vibration. Tim screamed as his hips bucked. Amy pulled on the nipple clamps. Tim's eyes were wide with pain and pleasure, and he knew he was going to cum. His breathing quickened and his hips bucked as his cock pulsated and twitched. Just as Tim was about to go over the edge, Amy turned the vibrator off. Tim's whine amused Amy as she continued to pull on the nipple clamps which made Tim gasp. She kept pulling on them.

"I don't think I want you to cum that way," Amy said as she tugged on the clamps.

"Please, Amy," Tim begged.

"No," Amy replied as she tugged on the clamps even harder.

Tim's legs stiffened as she did this, and his body started to shake. Amy knew he was going to cum. She kept tugging.

"Fuck," Tim said with clenched teeth and his cock spurted cum so hard some it was on the ceiling.

Tim screamed and grunted as his body convulsed from the release of pressure from his balls.

Tim passed out from how hard he came. Amy looked down at him. She crawled on to the bed and laid next to him, putting her head on his chest. Amy then began to finger herself and came extremely hard and quickly and fell asleep.

The End