The Schoolgirl

Emelie dejectedly brushed her hair as she sat in front of the mirror, mulling over the events of that afternoon. The way Carlisle had glared at her after she pulled away from their second kiss was harsher than anything she'd ever seen with him. In fact, he seemed angrier with her than

any

man had ever been.

She couldn't understand why he'd been so furious.

He'd

kissed

her

that time. She hadn't imagined the feeling of him slamming her body against his torso, his big, frantic hands squeezing her hips and her waist. His kisses had been demanding and hard, almost too hard, and she was certain she could feel his erection pressing against her stomach.

It was obvious he wanted her, and if they hadn't been interrupted by the janitor in the hallway, she knew he would have taken things further.

And she would have let him.

Emelie winced once she realized she was brushing her scalp raw, and she tossed the brush on the counter, shifting her attention to her makeup case.

Emelie normally loved getting dolled up, but as she readied herself for her date with Jake, the act felt like much more of a chore. Just a few days ago, she would have rushed home immediately after cheer practice and spent

hours

preparing herself for him. But now, less than thirty minutes before his expected arrival, Emelie couldn't rouse much interest.

She quickly grew bored of applying makeup, and left her vanity counter in her bathroom without a second thought. She entered her closet and absently scanned over different items, an activity that normally filled her with girlish excitement. She used to welcome the nervous anticipation of combing through her closet and searching for the perfect outfit to wear for a date. But now, she was annoyed by the amount of clothes she owned.

Her cell phone vibrated on her nightstand, and Emelie retied her short silk robe and walked over to her bed to read her latest text. It was from Jake, informing her that he was stuck in traffic, and running at least twenty minutes late.

Emelie typed a noncommittal response before slightly reclining on her bed. She felt privately ashamed of the fact that a small part of her had hoped that the message was from Carlisle. She wasn't familiar with rejection, nor was she familiar with being ignored, and the abrupt way Carlisle's apparent lust had been extinguished that afternoon was weighing heavily on her self-esteem. Did she turn him off somehow?

She sat on her bed for several minutes, attempting to distract herself from her disappointment by perusing through her favorite fashion accounts and style blogs. She felt her heart race each time her phone buzzed, but the messages were only from Jake, continuing to apologize for his lateness, promising he'd make it up to her.

Growing irritated with the constant messages, Emelie sat her phone back down on the nightstand.

She knew it was foolish of her to hope for a message from Carlisle. He was her teacher, and now, he was apparently mad at her. Not to mention, it certainly wasn't like he had her number...

Emelie was suddenly struck by a jolt of inspiration, and she scrambled off of her bed, feeling re-energized and giddy. She ran to her closet and pulled out the sexiest items she could find and threw them on her bed in a messy heap.

She then ran to her desk and frantically searched for her A.P. Art History binder. She flipped through her class handouts and assignments, growing increasingly impatient when she couldn't find the item she wanted.

But finally, she found the class syllabus, and she squealed in triumph. She glanced at the upper left hand corner, which was printed with Mr. Nicholas Carlisle's full contact information. It included his campus email address, his office phone number, and to her extreme delight, his cell phone number.

Emelie held the syllabus against her chest as she walked back to the pile of clothes on her bed. When she found a few items she liked, she grabbed her cell phone, and cheerfully walked back into her bathroom vanity, wickedly eager to challenge Carlisle. He had definitely been turned on that afternoon, and she fully intended to continue to stroke whatever lust he was now trying to hide from her.

******

******

"I must say, Nicholas...I was pleasantly surprised by your invitation," Laura said softly. She flashed him a bright smile, which Nicholas returned with a sincere grin of his own.

He couldn't help but admire the sight before him, for Laura was a truly attractive woman. She'd lightened her hair to more of a dirty blonde since he'd last seen her, almost a year prior, and her skin had slightly tanned. She was slim and athletic, her toned body well framed by the form fitting purple dress she wore. She was beautiful, and very well styled.

Living with Kate had clued him in to the amount of time women spent getting ready for dates, and he could tell that Laura had put in a great deal of effort to look the way that she did for their impromptu dinner. And he was fully appreciative of her efforts.

"And I was pleasantly surprised by your acceptance, Laura. Truly," Nicholas replied.

She took a sip of her wine, an expensive cabernet he'd selected upon arrival at the restaurant,

Delmonico's

. They'd just finished their appetizer, a

plateau de fruits de mer

, and were awaiting their main courses. Laura glanced at the scenic view of the lake from their table, giving Nicholas ample time to admire the beautiful woman before him.

He hoped that she was still as attracted to him as she had been a year prior, when he'd still been engaged to Kate. She'd come on to him in a drunken, awkward encounter at the book launch of a mutual academic colleague, but he had politely refused her advances. They'd maintained occasional, strictly professional contact via email, and he'd all but forgotten about the events of the party.

But now, Nicholas was beyond desperate for sex. He needed to get his attraction to Emelie out of his system, lest he'd truly lose his mind, his career, and possibly, his freedom. He was more than willing to treat Laura to an expensive meal, if it meant it would even slightly increase his chances of enjoying her beneath him later that night.

She glanced back at him, dark brown eyes smoldering seductively. She slowly licked her lips, and Nicholas felt a stirring deep in his gut.

"Have I told you how stunning you look?" Nicholas asked.

Laura slightly fluttered her eyelashes as she extended her leg beneath the table, caressing his calf with her delicate ankle.

"It's all for you, you know...you certainly know how to treat a lady," she replied, with a playful wink.

Nicholas was immediately filled with a surge of triumph. This was her invitation.

He could now breathe a bit easier.

"And you certainly know how to charm a man. What else have you been up to the past few months? Besides practicing your skills as a

provocateur

, I mean," Nicholas asked. He refilled her glass of wine before taking a generous sip of his own.

Laura smiled again and shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh, you know, the usual. I just returned from a summer fellowship with the Classics department up north, and right now I'm in the process of recruiting a few exceptional graduates for a dig in Crete this spring. And yourself?" Laura asked.

"Continuing to work on my dissertation, while teaching the A.P. class at West View...we're actually right in the middle of the Classics part of the course. Although I doubt my teaching style is anywhere near as exciting as that of an active, published archaeological scholar," Nicholas replied sincerely. He truly was proud of Laura and all that she had accomplished, especially as a woman in a male-dominated field.

She threw her head back and laughed heartily, causing the gold necklace around her neck to jump teasingly between her breasts.

"Don't sell yourself short! I'd reckon the faculty positions at West View are more competitive than most universities. I have a colleague who followed the same path you're on. He spent two years at a school similar to West View, and he was tenured within two years at the university," Laura said encouragingly.

Nicholas extended his glass of wine, and Laura immediately followed suit.

"Well, here's to our continued success then," he said, clinking their glasses.

"To our continued success," Laura replied, before taking a long sip of wine.

The waiter arrived with their main courses, and Nicholas felt his appetite reawaken. He'd been nervous all afternoon and evening, but now, he was finally beginning to feel a bit more relaxed. He wasn't sure if it was the wine, his present company, or the fact that Laura was offering him sex after dinner, but Nicholas felt surprisingly at ease.

As he continued to enjoy the date, it became easier for him to push aside thoughts of Emelie. And by the time dessert arrived, his attention was fixated solely on his captivating dinner companion.

"So...are you the 'cool' teacher? Or the draconian disciplinarian?" Laura asked playfully. Nicholas shrugged his shoulders.

"Definitely not the 'cool' teacher. I've overheard some of my students calling me

Count Carlisle

," Nicholas replied. Laura's lovely face split into a wide, goofy grin.

"There's absolutely nothing vampiric about you, unless of course it's the females who are finding their young teacher seductive like Dracula," Laura teased.

Nicholas was about to respond and inform her how mistaken she was, but his words were interrupted by the insistent buzz of his phone in his jacket pocket.

"Laura, I'm so sorry, I thought I'd turned this stupid thing off," Nicholas apologized, reaching for the phone.

"Don't worry about it, is it important?" Laura asked.

Nicholas frowned at the screen. He'd received a message from a number he didn't recognize.

"I'm not...sure," Nicholas said, opening the message icon.

i hope you're not still angry w. me

Beneath the text was a selfie of Emelie. Her stunning eyes were fixed on the camera, and her lips were pouting. Her blonde hair framed her beautiful face messily, almost as if she had just tousled it.

Or as if she'd just had sex...

The image cut off at the point of her chest where her full breasts were just beginning to outline.

"Oh god," Nicholas said.

"What is it? Is everything all right?" he heard Laura say.

Nicholas blinked several times as he tried to orient himself. He had to take several breaths to calm himself down before answering Laura.

"Umm...sorry...it's from...my mother," Nicholas replied.

He stared at the beautiful image of Emelie, unsure of how he was supposed to respond. Just what kind of game was she playing?

He resolved to reply with a simple, but firm text of discouragement, but before he could begin to type, he could see that Emelie was sending something else.

"Is she okay?" Laura asked, concern in her voice.

Another message came through, and Nicholas felt his cock begin to harden.

i really liked feeling your hands here

She'd sent a picture of herself from the neck down. She was wearing a tiny, loose red crop top and a tight pair of white, low-rising cutoff shorts, leaving almost her entire toned stomach fully bare. She'd taken the picture facing away from a mirror, so that the photo captured both the front of her body, and the back of it. The shorts were so small and tight that he could just begin to see the delicious bare curves of her ass cheeks.

His mind immediately returned to that afternoon and the feeling of her tight, fit body in his hands. He could hear Laura speaking, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from the sexy image of Emelie's body.

"Nicholas!" he heard her say, frantic with worry. Nicholas downed a large gulp of his wine before clearing his throat.

"I'm sorry...I...I need to see what she needs. I'll just be a minute," Nicholas said, awkwardly excusing himself from the table.

The cool air did little to settle his nerves once he was finally outside of the restaurant. He clutched his phone in his hand, eyeing it as if it were a viper about to strike.

Nicholas wondered briefly how Emelie had gotten his personal number, but then he remembered that she'd probably obtained it from the syllabus. He was certain then that she was trying to torture him, dangling her nubile body in front of him like a devious siren, and he hated that he was already under her spell. As anxious and uncomfortable as the situation made him, he couldn't deny that a strong part of him was greedily anticipating her next message.

desperate girls do desperate things...i hate to be ignored. you like?

She'd removed her crop top and unbuttoned her shorts, exposing a tiny, bright red bikini. The triangles of the top were narrow and appeared to be unpadded, barely containing her breasts, which now looked much rounder and fuller than he'd imagined.

His heart pounded rapidly in his chest as his excitement became close to unbearable. He struggled to inconspicuously adjust his erection in his jeans, nodding awkwardly at a suspicious witness across the street.

His phone buzzed again, and Nicholas eagerly opened the next message.

She sent no text with this photo, only the overt image of her lower body, once more reflected in the mirror. She'd removed her shorts, and was wearing only her bikini bottoms, which were cut so small around her perfectly formed ass that it was nearly a thong.

Her fingers were curled in the tiny strip of fabric at the front of her bikini, just barely pulling down the fabric. It sat so low on her hips that if it were a mere millimeter lower, her pussy would be exposed.

This was too much for him.

Without thinking, Nicholas typed a quick, impulsive response.

You need to stop this. Now.

Nicholas immediately regretted his words once he hit send, feeling an irrational sense of guilt. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, and he didn't want her to feel rejected.

He quickly shook away the unwelcome thought. It was not his job to bolster her ego, and it was foolish of him to allow himself to become a salivating puppy in response to her teasing photos.

Perhaps she was trying to get him in some kind of trouble...

After a few moments of no activity, Nicholas assumed, with distant disappointment, that she got the message. But before he re-entered the restaurant, he felt his phone vibrate again, and he was filled with both excitement, and dread, at what it contained.

yes sir ;)

She'd sent two photos. The first was a picture of her red bikini on the floor. The second was another selfie. Her shoulders were bare, and her arm was pressed playfully across her chest, covering her nipples, yet revealing the bare curves of her naked breasts.

Nicholas spied the waiter that had been serving them all night, and abruptly emptied the contents of his wallet before the stunned man could protest. He then returned to the table, where Laura sat expectantly.

He couldn't get them out of the restaurant fast enough.

******

******

Emelie slipped her bikini back on with a satisfied grin on her face. Carlisle had certainly tried to be stern with her, but she knew by the constant unfulfilled attempts at replying to her texts that she'd definitely succeeded at gaining his attention.

Or at least, she hoped she'd succeeded. The longer she mulled over the single message he'd sent, however, the lower her confidence became. Perhaps Carlisle really, truly wasn't interested in her at all.

She glanced back at her phone and re-scanned her message history with Carlisle. She knew that he'd seen the message, but he didn't respond.

He was, truly, ignoring her.

Discouraged, she slipped on a loose, oversized sweater and headed downstairs for some comfort food, but she was surprised by the sudden sound of the doorbell.

Emelie pulled her sweater tighter around her body and opened the door, smiling nervously at the date she'd once more managed to completely forget about.

"Hey, Emelie...I'm so sorry I'm late...were you about to go swimming?" Jake asked.

He was wearing a gray shirt and dark jeans, and Emelie thought he looked extremely handsome. His dark hair was well-styled and sexily pushed back, making his bright blue eyes sharply stand out in the darkness.

But it was the familiar, boyish way he was looking at her that made Emelie truly excited.

"Yes...I thought, since the weather is so nice, I'd spend some time by the pool while I waited for you. Care to join me?" Emelie said, fully opening the door.

She slowly strolled through the main entryway as she removed her sweater, and when she turned around to look at Jake, his face held that transparent excitement that bolstered her confidence.

His mouth hung open as he tried to keep his gaze away from her bikini, and Emelie felt oddly...grateful, by his admiration. She'd never before experienced the need to have a guy look at her sexually, because she'd never before been rejected by a guy she was interested in. Until Carlisle.

And now, she was almost desperate for Jake's attention. She needed confirmation that she still had use out of the only positive quality she had.

"I didn't bring any trunks," Jake admitted eventually.

Emelie reached for his belt and began unfastening it, as she gazed at him with the most seductive grin she could muster.

"You don't need any."

******

"I promise...I really did actually have a proper date planned for you," Jake said.

Emelie curled up against him in the jacuzzi and shrugged her shoulders.

"Really now?" she asked playfully. She popped a strawberry into her mouth as Jake shifted uncomfortably against her.

"I did...I made reservations for us at

Delmonico's

...I really wanted to give you a proper date. Seeing you in this bikini is impairing my better judgment," Jake replied.

Fueled by his compliments, Emelie shifted fully into his lap, straddling him. She noticed Jake starting to blush as he placed his hands on her hips, slightly shifting her a few inches further down his thighs.

"Maybe that's a good thing...I've enjoyed staying in with you," Emelie encouraged, placing her hands on his large biceps. She could feel his eyes on her, and she ran her fingertips over his shoulders, settling around his neck.

She noticed that his gaze was still fixed on her chest, and she scooted forward, feeling fully encouraged.

When he finally glanced back at her, she couldn't help but giggle.

"Sorry...I'm probably making the worst impression imaginable right now. I promise I know how to be a gentleman," he said bashfully.

Emelie scooted closer to him, closing the distance between their bodies. She flattened her breasts against his chest and gently rubbed her lower body on his lap, eliciting a deep groan from his throat.

"I don't want you to be a gentleman tonight," Emelie whispered, before leaning forward and kissing him.

As soon as he began to kiss her back, Emelie completely forgot about how upset she was at Carlisle's rejection. Feeling Jake's huge arms around her, eagerly pulling her against his body, was all Emelie needed to remember how happy she was that Jake had asked her out in the first place.

She slightly shivered as Jake suddenly stood in the jacuzzi, hands squeezing her bottom as he carried her out of the warm water, lips still attached to hers. His eager kisses were becoming too much for her to keep up with, but he finally let her catch her breath once he placed her on her back on one of the cabana lounges.

"You're sure you don't want me to be a gentleman?" Jake asked. Emelie nodded eagerly, and offered him her best smile.

Jake lunged forward and began kissing her again, harder this time. She curled her tongue with his as his hands began to slide up and down her torso, gently squeezing her. She reached for him and skirted her fingertips along his toned abs, before settling on his large arms.