*This story is based loosely on a true story.*
It was freezing when she went outside for a cigarette. Her body shivered under her heavy purple coat. She had no idea why she had decided to wear a dress that day. She thought to herself lightly about how glad she was to have worn a double layer of tights when her teacher approached her usual sitting spot.
"Hey! Hope I'm not interrupting you again." He usually caught her with her headphones in, and always said that when he spotted her smoking. He wanted one. She never understood why he didn't just buy his own packs. She gently handed him one and he sat to smoke with her.
"It's fucking cold today." He said. She only nodded. He liked that she was so unlike the other girls. She never talked in class, never flirted with him, just blushed that beautiful pink when he called her name, and he saw at glances her looking at him throughout class. He loved it. He loved to tease those young girls. He knew he was attractive, and used it to his advantage. He came to find that she was interested in his forte, costuming. He was beginning to feel something for this strange girl.
"Can I ask you something?" She asked, dragging her cigarette.
"Sure." He watched two of his more attractive students pass and her scowl at them. He smiled to himself.
"Do you ever tire of the girls in this major?"
"Of course I do. The majority of them have no direction, and the ones that do don't know how to use it. Plus the majority of them are pretty dumb." She laughed at that and nodded in agreement. She then wrapped her arms around her waist.
He moved closer to her when he felt her shivering. She noticed and scooted away once more. He only followed her. The simple touch of his coat on her thigh sent jolts running through her body. She didn't understand why he was getting closer to her. She was his student for God's sake! She stood to leave when he grabbed her wrist. He didn't know what came over him. He just wanted her near him. He quickly released her when he saw her eyes widen. She smiled weakly and headed inside, her body shivering from his touch more so than the cold. She ran up the stairs before he even walked through the door.
Their class went by smoothly. She kept her head down and into her work, not looking at him until he approached her at the end of the class. She was slowly packing her bag when he placed a note on her sewing desk. He smiled at her and then told the class to have a good afternoon before walking out. She shakily opened the note and was glad to see there weren't too many people left in the room; otherwise her gasp would have been noticeable.
Meet me after your class this afternoon in Rittenhouse Park. I want to explore more than just your wrist.
She had no idea what to do. She had to walk through Rittenhouse to get to her apartment. He knew that! She thought to herself, why did I have to tell him where I live? She decided to just go with it. She would tell him she was not interested in any type of physical relationship, especially one with her instructor.
She couldn't concentrate in her afternoon class. She read the note at least 10 times. She didn't understand it by the last time. It was in a foreign language to her. Her best friend realized she was a wreck when they went on break. She asked what was wrong but got no response. Finally she realized there was nothing to worry about and that she would not let him seduce her. She had allowed that too many times in the past.
She walked home slowly. It had been a long day, and was about to become even longer. She spotted him on a bench at the entrance of the park. She popped her headphones out as he noticed her and stood up. She walked toward him and was about to say everything she had prepared when his arms wrapped around her and his mouth smothered hers in a powerful kiss. Her body melted. Like it always did. She wrapped her arms around him also, her fingers digging into his back. He pulled her in closer and then broke the kiss to look at her lovely face. She was flushed in that beautiful pink, but he wasn't sure if it was from the cold or the kiss.
"I had a whole speech prepared..." she said quietly, not looking at him. He laughed heartily then tipped her chin up to meet his eyes.
"Take me to your house. I want to see where you live." He gripped her hand as they walked down the path. Her head was dizzy; she wasn't sure what was happening. Or what was about to happen. She climbed her stairs feeling as if his eyes were boring into her ass. She could feel him touching her, even though he wasn't. She opened her door and led him into her small apartment. He smiled when they entered.
"It's quaint," he said, "but I want to see your room." She paused at the table for a moment, her back to him.
"Look Morningstar, I don't know what you're trying to do here..."
"Oh, well...I thought it was quite obvious." He said moving his hands to her hips and thrusting his pelvis into her ass. She snapped upright. A light moan escaped from her as his hands traveled to the hem of her skirt.
"Take me to your room?" He asked her. He hadn't asked her anything yet. She gave in. She led him down the long hallway to her bedroom. He noticed how small it was. The sewing desk she had told him about stood majestically in the corner. Her bed, small but waiting, was positioned on the floor. She sat in her desk chair and slowly unzipped her boots. He stood in her doorway, looking smug. He didn't have his next move planned out. He only envisioned her naked and wanting. He moved to her bed, looking as appealing as ever. She tried not to notice him. She had just taken her socks off when he sighed. She stopped everything and just looked at him.
"What are you trying to do to me?" She asked after a moment, "Seduce me?"
"Yes. That was the plan...but now I'm not so sure." He replied. He looked at her beautiful face for a moment before realizing how unbelievably attracted he was to her. He wanted her more than ever. He patted the bed for her to come sit by him. She lifted her eyebrow and then stood slowly and sat on the bed. He then stood and removed his long coat. She loved that coat on him. He wore black underneath, as he always did. She liked that about him. Liked that he didn't need color to impress anyone. He saw her sizing him up and wanted to devour her. She looked up at him with those long lashes. She fluttered her eyes for a moment and then turned her head. She realized she was blushing and covered her face with her hands.