Page 37 of Life Lessons

My body quivers at the thought. This is all new for me, but true to his word Jett takes it slow. He slowly, yet passionately makes love to me and I can feel all the emotion, all the unsaid words. It’s almost too much. Not too long ago I was filled with darkness, yet now all I can feel is hope. Jett shines a light into the darkness and helps me to learn to live with the ghosts from my past. With every thrust, every shared moan, and every kiss I feel our souls connecting. I never believed in this sort of thing before, and after what happened with Tillie, I definitely didn’t believe I was capable of loving someone or being loved. But as his cock fits into my tight pussy like a glove, he just further confirms that we were made for each other.

It’s not long before we are both finding that high together, and as we both orgasm we kiss and swallow each other’s cries of passion. We stay connected, just hugging each other for a long time. We don’t utter a word, just lay together in the silence. His skin against mine warms me deep into my soul. I don’t even remember when he took my clothes off fully, I was so lost in him.

Gently, Jett lowers himself down onto his side, his cock slipping out and leaving me feeling empty. Using his arms, he scoops me up and lays me on top of him, wrapping his legs around mine like an octopus. I lay there with my head on his chest and just listen to the beat of his heart. My hand reaches up to trace the celtic cross that is tattooed onto his chest. I love the beautiful intricacy of the design, and I can’t help but picture it on my own skin. I have the perfect space on my back too.

“Does this have meaning for you?” I ask lightly, not wanting words to ruin our moment, but the burning desire to know overwhelms me.

“Yes, it’s a tribute to my dad. Well, it’s more a reminder to live. My father wore a cross just like this for his entire life. He always said it represented the faith he had in life, and how everything would turn out right in the end. He always used to say that to me, when I couldn’t see past the dark. So I got this to help me remember that light will always win over darkness. Good times will always come in the end,” he says, his voice sounding as though it’s a million miles away. Almost like a haunting whisper.

I look up at him, making sure he sees the sincerity in my eyes as he hears the words I am about to speak. “You do that for me. You help me to escape from the darkness. I know everything about us is forbidden, and we are both risking so much by being together, you more than me. But that doesn’t change how I feel.” I take a deep breath and stare into his beautiful hazel eyes. “I love you, Jett.”

I hold my head high, not wanting to hide from the embarrassment I feel. I know I am naked, but putting those words out there feels like I am stripped bare even further. I have never felt more vulnerable as I wait for his response. The silence spreads for too long and I start to shuffle a bit, the anxiety beginning to kick in.

That’s when I see the biggest smile spread across Jett’s face. Bigger than any I have seen before and his eyes glisten as they shine.

“Fuck, I am so fucking honoured to have a girl like you love me. I don’t know if I will ever deserve you, Abbie, but I promise to spend forever trying because I fucking love you, too,” he states before smashing his lips against mine in a big display of passion.

“That means, I get to keep you, forever?” I ask timidly, hating to show my weakness. Now that I know for sure that he is mine, I can’t lose him. I don’t think I would survive another loss, particularly him.

“I promise you, Little Bird, you will always have me. I will never leave you. Fuck, I don’t even think I could leave if you made me. You are stuck with me now,” he declares proudly.

“Good. Now, why don’t you show me again how much you love me,” I whisper seductively in Jett’s ear before wrapping my tiny hand around his growing cock. The resulting groan is music to my ears, and I know I am in for a long, yet very fucking good evening.

Cloud. Fucking. Nine. That must be where I am right now. Even as I lie here with Abbie’s body half-sprawled over mine, I can’t wipe the smile off my face long enough to fall asleep with her. I’m too wired. Everywhere my skin touches hers sets off an electric pulse. Every beat of her heart vibrates through her rib cage and warms mine. In fact, the last thing I want to do is sleep because the real dream is right here, spooning my side and giving me a welcomed dead arm.

My phone beeps twice from inside my jeans somewhere on the floor, drawing my attention away from the rhythmic breathing filling the room. A small frown pulls at my brow, since no one aside from Abbie usually bothers to text me. The twins would simply knock on my door to drag me out, if they were talking to me. Currently, they are not. Curiosity gets the better of me and since I need the bathroom anyway, I wriggle out from beneath Abbie.

“Who is it?” she groans sleepily, pushing herself up onto her elbow. Digging out my phone, I see a message from Principal Thornton informing me I’m required in his office, ASAP. I relay this to the sexual deviant spread across the mattress. Her hair is wild like a mane of desire and good decisions. The curves of her body and swell of her breasts call to me. I press my lips together, barely resisting from crawling over and taking her pert, pink nipple in my mouth. Shaking myself out of it, I have to clear my throat twice to speak.

“Thornton wants to see me, probably to give my statement so we can have Harriett expelled once and for all.” Abbie shudders at the mention of the girl who embarrassed her in front of the whole school and I grit my teeth. I’ll see to it personally that Longstaff leaves tonight, dragging her suitcase and dignity behind her. “I won’t be long. Why don’t you go and wait in my room, and keep the bed warm for me?”

“Nah, I should probably find Trixie’s before she comes looking for me. I have been avoiding her,” Abbie shares a look with me that says I should have been more careful but I merely shrug. Yeah, I’m being careless by coming to her room, but I’m happy and that doesn’t happen often for me. I leave my heap of clothes and grab a clean set from the drawer I have stashed here, before giving Abbie a kiss goodbye. We swapped drawers a little while ago, since we rarely slept alone, and it was getting to the stage where neither one of us wanted to leave just to find fresh clothes.

“Don’t stay away for long or I’ll have to get Musgrove expelled too, just to have you to myself.”

“I didn’t realize you were the jealous type.” Abbie smirks and slides out of the bed. I hover for a moment, pondering that and deciding I didn’t realize it either. I’ve never had anything to be jealous over, I suppose. After quickly dressing, it occurs to me I should probably shower before meeting with my boss.

Sauntering to my flat, I shoot a text back to Thornton to say I’ll be there soon. Then I decide to take my damn time, showering and making myself a milkshake before leaving.

The campus isn’t too dark considering Abbie rode me for most of the afternoon. Good thing not showing up for my own booster class is a common occurrence or someone might have come looking for me. The street lamps flicker on as I pass, finally deciding the dim orange covering the sky substitutes as night time. The cafeteria is heaving with students having dinner, including a table of Jocks inside the door giving me a mass of waves, which I ignore. Similarly, there’s pupils all over the steps of the library, enjoying the warm balmy air the approaching summer brings.

Entering the main office block, I make quick work of the stairs and come to a halt outside Thorton’s office. Harriett’s high-pitched voice can be heard inside and I simultaneously smile and grimace. Perfect. Walking in unannounced, Herb stands from before his desk and holds up a hand to halt me.

“You’ve arrived just in time,” Herb states. “I was about to send a team out to look for you.” Look for me, I frown. Is my statement integral in Herb Thornton’s case to expelling Harriett? It’s then I glance down to see the blonde is cradled in the arms of the man I recognize as her father, his death stare narrowed on me. The door closes behind me, showing two of their family bodyguards. The one on the left is the dick that shoved me into the boiler room. In the adjoining room to Thornton’s office, poised in an armchair by the fireplace, Agatha Nightingale. Aka, Abbie’s mother.

“What’s going on here?” I ask, noticing all eyes on me and suddenly losing the confidence of my stance. I focus on Herb, tilting my chin up in a show of dominance. What’s this old bastard doing now?

“Sit down, Jethro. This is serious.” I cross my arms in defiance, refusing the chair beside Harriett’s outstretched legs. Sighing, Herb sits and pushes a picture I hadn’t noticed across the table at me. My heart drops into my gut, my throat constricting at the photo of Abbie hoisting herself through my window as I smack her ass. Not. Good. “Harriett brought this image to me just a few hours ago. As you can see, we called the parents in immediately and are taking this matter very seriously.”

“What about the way Harriett publicly humiliated Abbie? Aren’t we going to talk about that?” I growl. Harriett gives out a little sob and her dad grips her tighter, causing me to roll my eyes.

“Due to the nature of this.” Herb leans forward to tap the photo. “Harriett has been cleared of all consequences for her…recent outbursts.” I laugh out loud at this, releasing my arms to slap my hands on my thighs. The drama queen in the room even flinches at the sound. Give me a fucking break.

“That’s bullshit! Harriett has taken advantage of her office assistant position and stolen personal information about other students to bully them with?!” My voice echoes around the room and the bodyguards take a step closer. Releasing his daughter, Mr Longstaff points a meaty finger at me, his face turning red.

“You dare to speak of abusing positions!” he yells. “My poor Harriett innocently stumbled across yourtransgressionand didn’t know what to do. She was terrified you’d either fail her for speaking out, or try to force yourself on her as well! So she did what she thought best and tried to have Abigail leave, for her own good.” I stand staring for a full minute, mouth open and arms slack. Wow. That’s a real pretty picture Harriett has painted for herself, covering the fact she’s a jealous bitch from all angles. Herb says my name, urging me to respond.

“Bollocks. Absolute fucking bollocks! I have more self respect than that and Harriett begged me for it half the time. She would do anything for an easy life and now I can see why.” I scowl at Mr Longstaff as Harriett throws herself around his waist, sobbing hysterically. Someone give this girl an Oscar. I momentarily squirm at how British I just sounded, but after six years here, it’s rubbed off on me.

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