Chapter 02
Hollie gets carried away
Hollie was jolted awake as the van bumped over a pothole.
"Damn!" she exclaimed in surprise. Being driven away somewhere, in the back of a young students van, was not a good start to the weekend. It was bad enough for a young woman, let alone a teacher. She had become carried away during a silly mistake and now he was carrying her away physically.
He mistook her for a student and before she could put him right, he took advantage of her vulnerable position.
"Why in hell did I let this happen!" she grumbled.
The answer was unpleasant to dwell upon. Like a silly schoolgirl she had become infatuated with the big handsome hunk. Thinking she was a fellow student, he manhandled her body working her up into such a state, she lost all sense of propriety.
Before she knew what was happening she was trapped in his van, and he took her. He had helped himself to her body, while she made a feeble attempt to stop him.
As a new teacher she was on probation, being tested on her ability to control a class of adolescents. This was a spectacular failure! She was in danger of losing not just the job, but her career as well. It was vital to put things right with him and to ensure his silence. It wasn't a pleasant prospect, though essential in saving her reputation.
"Where are you taking me?" she demanded, while leaning over his shoulder.
"Home," he smiled.
"Keep your eyes on the road! You don't know where I live," she stated the obvious.
"I know where I live," Roger laughed at her.
"No! Just take me home," she told him.
It would be easier on home ground to talk him into keeping the secret.
"I need to get changed, for tonight. I told the guys I'd meet them at a club," he explained.
"Just drop me off on the way," she insisted.
"We're here. I'll drop you off later," he announced.
Reluctantly she got out of the van to follow him into an impressive looking house, in a good neighbourhood. At least he wasn't living in a rough area. They walked around the side of the house into a large, newly fitted kitchen. The first piece of luck was that the house seemed empty. It was quiet anyway.
Hollie imagined being introduced to his parents, vividly feeling how embarrassing that would be. She would have to behave like a young schoolgirl, while pretending to be his girlfriend. Being treated like an adolescent by a woman only a few years older than her, would be excruciating.
"Come on," he prompted her.
In trepidation she followed him up to his room. It felt as though she were getting deeper into trouble with every step, whereas the deplorable situation should be called to a halt. This was not the moment to tell him she was a teacher. She felt vulnerable from being close to the big guy and he still had her panties. She couldn't face the embarrassment of asking for them back.
"You take a shower and I'll get you some clean clothes," he said. He took her arm to turn her before a large mirror.
Hollie looked at the dress, soiled with their mess from love making. No! It was just sex. They had been two animals, rutting in the back of his van. Damn! She was both angry and ashamed. Without a word spoken she took the hint from his pointing finger and walked into the adjoining bathroom. It was surprisingly well kept and contained all she wanted.
Emerging refreshed from the shower she dried her hair. There was no hurry as his parents were away. She realised all this was just ploy to put off the moment of confrontation. A deep sigh signalled the moment couldn't be put off any longer. It was then she noticed the dress and bra were missing.
"Damn! The little shit!" she whispered.
She wrapped a towel around her naked body and marched out to confront him.
"I bet that feels better," he smiled. "Your clothes are there. It's my turn for a shower. You can join me if you like," he teased.
The look of dark cloud of anger on her face told him all he needed to know. He skipped off to the bathroom, oblivious of any wrong doing. He was obviously still feeling exhilarated from having sex. Roger was just eighteen and care free, not yet having to face up to the responsibilities of adulthood.
She was glad to see the clothes on the bed, so was mollified a little. It would be awful to wear that dress after a cleansing shower. If only she could have washed away that dreadful mistake so easily. At least he was civilised enough to let her dress in privacy. She picked the skirt up and dropped it, as though it had stung her fingers.
"Damn!" she shouted, hoping he would hear. She picked up the top, knowing it too would be unsuitable. Clenching them in one hand she marched into the bathroom.
"I can't wear these!" she shouted, to be heard above the roaring shower. He stepped out with suds dripping from a powerful physique. She gulped. Eventually, she turned her head away, feverishly blushing.
"They should fit you as you're about my sister's size. I know they match, because I've seen her wearing them both," he said, looking bemused. "You sure you don't want to share a shower?" he asked, with a cheeky grin on his face.
"No! I'll try them on," Hollie replied, trying not to look him over. As he got back into the shower she couldn't help checking out his cute ass. Her face flushed pink from the naughty suggestion and her reaction to his nakedness. She had been tempted!
She quickly left to pull on the clothes. It was better than being naked in this gorgeous young man's bedroom. It wouldn't take much effort to rip off the towel, leaving her completely naked in his bedroom. She suppressed the thought, not daring to go any further with it.
Just as she feared, the situation was getting worse. A student was dictating the clothes she had to wear. On his sister, or an eighteen year old, the outfit would look cute. As a mature woman she felt stripped of her authority and position. He was dressing her up like an adolescent leaving her feeling all the more under his power.
"I'm a teacher and a responsible adult. This has all gone far enough," she whispered, trying to keep her feelings in check.
"You look great!" he beamed at her.
Despite her resolve, his brash young enthusiasm flustered her. The imposing posture she had struck, ready to confront him, immediately dissolved. Instead she stood there as though she were his girl. It had to be admitted, she was his girl, until this mess was straightened out.
He took a hold of her arm, forcing her to look into the mirror, which she had avoided up until now.
"You look gorgeous, good enough to eat," he breathed into her ear.
His arm snaked around her waist. He had a towel wrapped around his bottom half so she felt his muscular stomach against her bare back. He was so big and strong, it left her feeling weak and vulnerable under his charming smile.
She was dressed in a skirt well above the knee and a blouse tied under the bust. There was too much cleavage on show, and she was sure his sister wouldn't have worn a thong under such a short skirt.
In the mirror she saw two young people, still innocent of the uncertainties of adulthood. It wasn't just the clothes that made her look and feel so young. His natural youthful exuberance was again getting to her, carving away the years and heavy responsibly that went with it.
He was nuzzling her neck, kissing her ears, licking her. The fresh smell of a clean male body was a heady perfume. In the mirror she saw the towel fall and felt a hardness pressing against her bottom. It was so easy to let it happen to those two carefree youths in the mirror, as though it was happening to someone else.
He bent her forward, or she pushed back against him, it was difficult to tell. The short skirt was no barrier between them. She felt his cock caressing the cleft between her cheeks. This time she did push back against him, manoeuvring her body into position.
Bent forward, she had to press her hands against the mirror, with a close up of her sex face. She felt his cock saw over the crotch of the thong. She couldn't give into him again! No!
The youth in the mirror was his girl. The drowsy looking eyes, the flared nostrils, the open mouth sucking in air, all meant the girl was ready for her young, virile lover. An urgent hardness pressed against her lips, eliciting a moan of pleasure. He changed the angle and lifted her up on her toes.
"Oh! Yes!" she groaned. The girl in the mirror was being taken. Hollie knew she deserved it, wanted it, and needed it. Hollie wanted it too.
Roger penetrated her deeply. He pushed with strong muscular legs, driving his hard cock into her vagina, feeling it grip tight. Experience counted for nothing now, as he worked on instinct.
"Fuck me harder," she moaned.
After this afternoons session he was in less of a hurry and in more control.
"Harder? You're such a naughty little slut," he said, through gritted teeth.
"Yes, yes, I'm you're naught little slut. Just fuck me faster," she pleaded.
Hollie had experience from college days, with quick furtive sessions. Since then she had been too busy building a career to have a mature lover. She was back in those days of heady, irresponsible encounters.
He slowly pushed up, lifting her onto her toes again. It felt so good, so deep, filling her up with hard cock, but she wanted more.
"Fuck your slut faster," she moaned. With half shut eyes she focused on the girl in the mirror, watching her being fucked by the big strong man. It was mesmerising and so hot, she was willing to give her all to her lover. The strong image of a slut being taken had her behaving like one. It released her inhibitions.
"Fuck me faster, you bastard, just do me, fill me up!" she demanded.
"Alright slut, I'll fuck your brains out, you dirty little slut," he growled back at her.
He squeezed her breasts and thrust upward, faster and faster. Gripping hold of her body he rocked her back and forth in a frenzy of movement. He would show the bitch how fast he could fuck! He didn't need her telling him what to do! He needed to cum, not wanting to hold back, only he wasn't ready.
Hollie started to moan meaningless words then cried out. "I'm cumin, don't stop now!" she pleaded.
He was holding on to an inert body, as though she had fainted. He stopped, with his cock buried deep inside her body.
