Evening comes in the blink of an eye, time flies and you barely even notice it. Your dad gives you a kiss on the cheek just before heading out, telling you he's jealous and that if anyone were to hurt you, they'd have to deal with him. Honestly, pity whoever that might be. Your mother, wonderful and kind as usual, advised you on your outfit: chic but not overly so, an outfit made of a white T-shirt and beige miniskirt overalls. Your heels this time are slightly lower than last time, and your hair is tied in a high, sinuous ponytail.
Once you arrive in front of Tess's house, you hear the music pulsing through the thin walls of the apartment, along with the thumping bass and Hizashi-sensei's usual ringing voice. You ring the doorbell, they show you in, and after a few greetings, you retreat to a corner near the open window, your fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of your overalls.
Tess gives you a knowing look from across the couch, where she's lying with her legs entwined with Hizashi-sensei's, her beautiful emerald hair tangled with the green pillowcase.
"Don't make that face, Eri." She whispers, "He's coming."
"Yes! Shouta is a really good guy; when he says something, he does it. Don't worry!" Hizashi-sensei exclaims, then burying his face in Tess's chest.
And sure enough, as if Tess's words had the power to summon him, the doorbell rings. You get up, gather your courage, and go to open the front door. There he is, standing in front of you, his perfect hair framing his sharp features as he looks at you with those deep black eyes. God, why does he have to be so beautiful?
You don't have time to say anything, do anything. He stops a step away from you, so close you could have counted his eyelashes. The heat of his body overwhelms you.
"Can I come in?" he asks, his tone serious.
You nod and open the door a little wider to let him in. After a few greetings, you see him chatting for a while with Hizashi-sensei, while you return to your dark corner by the window, trying to relax by looking outside. The air is really cool and slightly humid, though the rain is still a while away. Your heart is pounding and your hands are shaking.
"Well, that's it for now. Let's go to the bedroom, I'll see you later!" Tess exclaims, wrapping herself around Hizashi's arm. You look at her, smiling, then nod. Aizawa-sensei lowers his gaze to the floor, then slowly raises it, his piercing black eyes resting on yours. He comes closer.
"Eri," he says, his voice low. "What… did you want to talk to me about?" he asks, approaching the window. He leans against the wall, arms folded.
You brace yourself. Take a deep breath. You start to tremble.
"Well… I thought… you were mad at me. After the other night…"
You see him sigh, lowering his gaze. "I'm not mad at you," he says, his voice low.
Then he looks at you.
"Maybe…confused?" You ask again, clutching the hem of your overalls with your fingers.
"No." Then he adds. "I was… too close to letting myself go."
Your eyes widen, incredulous. He leans even closer to you, until he's almost touching your shoulder.
"All of this…" he gestures to the silence, the house, the distance from everyone else, "is easier for you than it is for me."
Then he stops and looks straight into your eyes. "But… I don't want to hold back anymore."
You look at him, slightly confused. "What… what do you mean, sensei? I don't understand."
"Eri," he says, in a low voice. It sounds like a growl. "That night, at the little party the other day… I should have kissed you. I haven't… stopped thinking about it."
Oh shit! You open your eyes as wide as you can. You move slightly to the side…what is he saying? What is he…insinuating? You move a little further, but he keeps getting closer and closer.
Without warning, you don't even have time to brace yourself. Aizawa-sensei's lips crash against yours, hot and insistent, stealing your breath as your balance falters. Not just your physical balance… it feels as though the ground beneath your feet has disappeared entirely. Your legs give way beneath you.
Your first kiss. Damn.
This is the thought that crosses your mind now, as his lips move against yours with a tortuous slowness, as if he wanted to savor everything about you. His tongue slides along your lower lip, asking for permission, and you...you...open, without hesitation, with a sharp moan as your mouth is invaded.
Aizawa-sensei's hands aren't still. They slide down your sides, lightly squeezing your fingers, then down your arms, then back down your hips.
"You're so… damn soft," he murmurs against your lips as his hand slips under your shirt, brushing the bare skin of your stomach. You shiver, holding your breath.
"Aizawa… sensei…"
"Just Shouta," he corrects you, "Only like this here."
His hands move up, cupping your breasts through the thin cotton, his thumbs rubbing against your already hard nipples. You don't mean to, you arch your back and slam your butt against the wall, moaning as he pinches them, just enough to make you feel the pain and pleasure at the same time.
"Do you like it, baby?" he asks. You feel the walls of your intimate area pulsating on their own, and your juices drip down your thigh, reaching your ankle. His mouth is on your neck, and his teeth scrape the sensitive skin just below your ear.
"Tell me…that you like..."
You can't deny it. He's driving you crazy, and what he's doing is exactly what you've wanted for a long time.
"Yes..." You sob. "Don't...don't stop."
In fact, he doesn't stop.
Instead, he lifts you up, his strong arms holding you close as he carries you to Tess's room, the same room from the last party. He closes the door with his foot, slamming it hard, and with that thud, you wonder if Hizashi-sensei or Tess have understood. Have they figured out we're locked in the room too? But his lips are on you again, and every coherent thought you have fades, replaced only by his body on top of you and... the pressure of his hard cock against your thigh.
"Are you sure…I shouldn't stop?" He asks again, his fingers trembling slightly as he lifts your shirt, revealing your smooth skin and breasts held in place by a black lace bra you didn't even remember wearing. Of course, you nod, unable to speak, your cheeks burning. How could I stop him now?
You can hear Aizawa-sensei smile. "Good."
You feel his hands all over you. He unhooks your bra with an expert movement, grabbing your breasts fiercely until you cry out.
"You're…so sensitive," he murmurs, his mouth moving downward, his tongue tracing your nipples before sucking them between his lips. Oh my God, you're in heaven. A moan escapes you, your hands tangled in his soft hair.
"S-Shouta…"
"Shh…" His hand slides down your stomach, slipping into your panties. "Let yourself go."
His fingers find your already wet interior, your lips swollen and warm, and you jump when he brushes your clit with a light touch.
"All wet…all for me."
He comes up and captures your lips again, while his fingers sink inside you, first one, then two…
"I…I can't." You writhe, your thighs closing around his hand, pushing him away from his chest, but the pleasure builds too quickly, too intense.
"Shouta…sensei, please…"
"Please…let yourself go." He continues, whispering. His mouth is on yours only to look into your eyes, those black eyes burning with desire. "Don't…say no."
His gaze makes you collapse. Your orgasm overwhelms you, your body arches beneath him, your nails scraping his shoulders as a cry is torn from your throat.
He doesn't even give you time to catch your breath. With a rather abrupt movement, Shouta-sensei pushes you onto Tess's bed, the sheets clinging to your sweaty skin. He kneels in front of you, his hands gripping your ankles to hold you steady, pulling you towards the edge of the mattress.
"Now…close your eyes."
Before you could say anything, his mouth is on you, his tongue digging into you, exploring every fold, every exact spot. You scream, your hands gripping the sheets, your body writhing beneath him. It's all so…intense!
"Too much…it's too much…!!"
"It's not too much…with you," he growls, his lips closing around your clit, sucking with a force that makes your eyes go white. Another orgasm hits you immediately, more violent than the first, your thighs shaking around his head as he continues to lick you, drinking every drop of you, as if he's never had enough.
When he lifts himself up, however, his face is shiny, his dark, hungry eyes seem to devour you whole.
"I want you," he says, his voice breaking. "All of you."
He unzips his pants, and his… pops out, hard and thick, the tip already glistening. You stare at him, your heart sinking. This is really happening. I'm about to have sex with Aizawa-sensei. This is really happening!
He positions himself between your legs, his…cock, yes, touching your hot, throbbing entrance.
"Breathe," he orders, one hand caressing your cheek. "I'm here. It's okay."
You shake your head, feeling tears pricking your eyes. You clutch his shirt.
"I'm scared..."
"Shh...Come here. Don't worry." He hugs you for a few seconds. You feel him trembling.
And then, slowly, he begins to thrust.
The pain is a sharp, white flash that makes you cry out. "Se…sensei!"
"Shh, baby, shh." He stops, and you feel the muscles in his arms tense as he holds himself above you. "I'm here. Just a little longer."
And when he's finally all the way inside, his hips pressed against yours, you feel the tears sting your eyes even more.
"Oh...you are...AH, God...You're tight..." He groans, resting his forehead against yours. "Does it hurt?" He asks.
You shake your head, clutching his shirt again.
"Good."
Then he starts moving.
Each thrust is a mix of pain and pleasure, he slides in and out of you with a slow, steady rhythm, as if he wants you to get used to his body.
"Relax," he says, kissing you again. "I'm here."
You obey, wrapping your legs around his hips, pushing him deeper. The pain slowly fades, replaced by something hotter, more urgent.
"Like this," you whisper, panting, still holding onto his shirt. "This way…it hurts less, sensei."
He loses control.
You feel his thrusts getting harder, deeper, the bed starting to creak beneath you, his body slamming against yours in a wild rhythm.
"You're so hot…" He growls as he bites your neck. "Tell me if it hurts."
You nod, but you can't help but moan in pleasure, as you're about to cum again. More intensely than before, as if every thrust against that spot inside you brings you closer to the abyss.
"Sh…Shouta…"
"I know, I can feel you cumming" he says, as your fingers tighten around the sheets. "Cum, cum as often as you want."
He can't finish his sentence before he stiffens too, from above you. You explode in another beautiful and intense orgasm, while shortly after he pulls out and with a roar, squirts his hot cum onto your breasts. You instinctively push yourself up onto your back, sitting up, and cover your breasts with one hand, your eyes widening as you see a few drops of blood on the bed.
Aizawa-sensei gasps, wiping his forehead with his arm. You look at him, scared to death, shaking like a leaf. Those drops on the bed... Looking at them, you think that until a few seconds ago, you were a virgin. Now you're not... you're not anymore.
"Are you... are you okay?" he asks.
You can't answer. Your body is still shaking, your heart is pounding, your mind is struggling to process what just happened. You just had sex. With Aizawa-sensei. With your professor. With the man you've been dreaming about for years.
He approaches you, slowly sitting on the bed, and you unconsciously pull back, clutching the sheet to your chest. His lips descend again to your trembling body, and you shiver.
"Tell me how you're feeling, please." He asks again.
You look at him, shocked.
"I…I'm fine." You reply, even though you're not. "I just…I can't believe this…really happened."
He looks up, his dark eyes shining in the darkness.
"Oh, it happened," he says, his tone neutral and cold. "It did happen."
***
The next morning, your alarm goes off as usual at 8:00. You slowly open your eyes, and still sleepy, you stretch, managing to sit up. You turn off the alarm, and almost immediately realize you're not in your room, but in Tess's. The same bed that, the night before, allowed you and your sensei to consummate your passion.
The sheets are all messed up, the parquet floor is hot underfoot. And next to you…
…the place is empty.
You remain still for a few seconds, staring at the empty seat next to you. Your breath is suspended, as if your body is trying to deny what happened the night before. But the reality that unfolds before you is much more subtle and cold: he's gone, he's not there with you.
Tess's room is quiet, perhaps too quiet, and lit only by a sliver of light filtering through the door. Your eye, however, falls on a small piece of white paper next to your bedside table, folded a little awkwardly. Your heart pounds in your throat, your hands begin to tremble visibly. You stand up, your legs still aching, and pick up the piece of paper. The handwriting seems crooked, hasty... almost agitated.
- See you at the academy. Aizawa.
Just this.
Just six words.
You swallow, running a hand through your hair, and stare at those words until your eyes burn. You don't know why, but you feel a weight melting away in your chest that won't melt properly. It's a strange relief, a relief that hurts. As if you had a bad feeling.
You sit back down on the bed, clutching the piece of paper.
"Maybe...he doesn't really care?"
You wonder. The words come out of their own accord, a whisper, and just thinking those things devastates you. His face the night before, there it is, coming back to you. You remember his trembling voice, his hands hesitating at first, then taking you and possessing you completely. That he wanted you too much, that's for sure. In his eyes last night, you saw fear... but not disinterest. In fact, it seemed the opposite to you.
"Why…did you run away?" you murmur. "Did you run away from me…or from your feelings for me?"
You clutch the note to your chest, crumpling it.
"Will you look at me the same way again…sensei?"
As you struggle to find an answer to your questions, a shrill voice pierces the corridor. It's Tess's voice.
"ERI! WE HAVE TO GO; THE FESTIVAL IS ON!"
Your breath catches. "SHIT!" you exclaim.
You jump up as fast as you can, snatch your clothes off the floor, and rush to the bathroom. You've completely forgotten that today is the Specialty Festival at your institute. It's a festival where each specialty department puts on an end-of-year performance, showing what everyone has learned over the year… but that's not all, you also have to demonstrate how much stronger you've become.
Plus, just to keep you calm, your phone rings. It's your mom. You hurry to answer, struggling to put on your shirt.
"Hello, Mom!"
"Honey! Didn't you come home last night? Where are you? Your dad and I are really worried."
"Mom, I'm sorry I didn't warn you, I fell asleep at Tess's house... I'm sorry."
You hear her sigh with relief.
"Okay, but let me know next time, okay? Are you coming back for lunch?"
"Sure, Mom. See you later."
"Okay. I love you."
"Me too." You smile and hang up.