A Licentious Affair

Sara smiled, "Yes, if you promise you'll come to my class in three days, after the period of suspension the principal decided on. With your homework."

Jake smirked slightly, "I don't know. Can't promise anything. Especially about the homework."

Back in the present, Sara was shaken out of her thoughts by the soft hand placed on her own. She slowly looked up and was met by the expectant gaze of her student. "I can't do this. This isn't right."

Jake, however, did not relent. She kept hold of the blonde's hand and secretly thrilled at the fact she wasn't pushed away. "What can't you do? Talk to me? Share? That's all I ask. I don't want your life story, all I want is to take a little bit of this burden off your shoulders and maybe lighten your load for a bit. Is that too much to ask?"

Touched by her sincerity, Sara was mortified to feel tears filling her eyes. Covering her trembling lips with her hand, she pulled the other one out from under Jake's. "I don't get you. One moment you're completely hostile, throwing insults and lewd innuendos with that devil may care attitude of yours, and then the next, you're the sweetest, most intelligent soul I'd ever met. Who are you?"

Jake smiled sweetly. "A mystery I guess," she said and sighed dramatically.

Sara laughed. "Yes, well, my dear mystery, I think it's time for me to head home."

"Hey, don't change the subject. Come on, what happened?"

Sara sighed. She knew she was going to give in eventually. "I had a fight with Greg and I fell down. We broke up, end of story."

Jake's jaw muscles bunched and relaxed as her eyes filled with blue fire. "I knew it. That bastard touched you?" She felt she had the right to ask this of Sara. She felt protective of the petite woman for some reason, and was ready to jump to her feet and go after that bastard of a boyfriend she had once helped save. "I'm sorry I ever helped you that day," she said in contempt.

"Jake, don't say that. He didn't do this. I really did fall. I guess I'm a little bit of a klutz and should watch my step more carefully. Don't worry about it, I'm already better."

As Jake helped Sara get back to her feet, her eyes lingered on her teacher's arm. Right around her bicep there were fading finger marks. She fumed inside but decided to let things rest as they were.

Dusting the seat of their pants, they made their way to the parking lot.

"Want me to give you a ride?" Sara asked.

Jake looked sheepishly around, scuffing the toe of her boot against the ground, looking like an oversized three year old. "Would you? I left my bike home. It needs some repairs."

"Of course. Hop in. So what happened to your bike?"

Jake entered the passenger side and buckled her seatbelt. "Well, its engine may need to be replaced..."

"Ouch... how did that happen?"

"Uhh...let's just say I gave it a run for its money."

"I thought you loved that bike, why would you treat it so roughly?"

Jake shrugged and scratched the back of her neck. "It just happened. No matter, I got the spare parts. I just need to take the time to fix it."

Sara parked her car in front of Jake's downtrodden house and cut the engine. Jake sighed and asked, "Would you like to come in?" She knew she had been rude the last time Sara had been around, but making up for her behavior wasn't the only excuse behind the question. She truly wanted to get to know her better as she felt an incredible sense of attraction towards her. She knew it was inappropriate due to their relationship, but she couldn't care less. She always knew she liked girls but Sara was different. She wasn't like any of the girls she'd been with.

Sara swallowed thickly, her throat suddenly parched. She knew the correct answer to Jake's question, but couldn't for the life of her get it out. Jake was indeed a mystery to her. Greg had been her only serious boyfriend, having only sporadically dated in high school. She didn't know how to describe these new feelings Jake was causing in her and the only thing she knew was that she was terrified. Her feelings were both exhilarating and scary. She couldn't allow them to dominate and take over her rational mind. She had to maintain professionalism and decline her offer. Put some respectable boundaries between them. 'My God, what am I thinking?!' her mind screamed at her. 'This is illegal, unethical and simply horrendous. She's my student. A girl. A teenager, for God's sake!' Even though Jake had turned 18, she was still a teenager who was under her care and supervision. She couldn't imagine what this would do to her career if any of it were ever to be discovered.

"Okay," she eventually answered. Her inner voice sighed in defeat.

They stepped out of the car and Sara let Jake lead her into the house, of which she only got a glimpse before. The interior matched the exterior perfectly, looking run-down and shabby. The house was empty, she noted as they made their way inside. "I'll give you the nickel tour. This is the living room, there's the kitchen, and if you squint your eyes real tight, you can almost see into the bedroom," Jake joked.

Sara smiled.

Taking a chance, Jake took hold of Sara's hand, looking into her eyes, making sure they were both on the same wave. Sara gulped when she saw her own feelings reflected in the grey eyes before her. It was slowly becoming real. This was definitely the time to take her leave and flee. But she didn't. Later she would contemplate her decision and think about the enormity of it all. At the moment, she let herself be led to what she assumed was Jake's bedroom. The walls were bare, the only furniture in the room, a bed and a dresser. It looked empty and un-lived in. Standing in the middle of the room, they gazed at each other, Jake softly holding Sara's hand in hers. The silence was making it hard to breathe.

"I don't know what to do," said Sara.

Jake shrugged. "You don't have to do anything. I'm not completely sure why I brought you here. All I know is I feel something when I'm around you. At first, I know it came out the wrong way, but it's only because... well, because I've never felt like this before and I'm not really used to not being in control, you know?"

"So I see. What do you expect from me? What do you want?" Sara asked softly.

"I don't know. When I helped you out that day with your boyfriend, you looked so scared and lost that I just wanted to hold you and comfort you. God, that scared me. I didn't know how to run away from you without totally hurting your feelings or confusing you," Jake smiled awkwardly. "When you told me what he did to you, I felt like I could rip him to pieces. What I'm trying to say is, I don't expect anything. I do, however, really want to kiss you right now."

Sara bit her bottom lip. The entire speech was simply too precious. She was too precious. There she was, this big, bad, motorcycle riding delinquent giving her puppy dog eyes and begging her for a kiss. She knew she should have run away and never looked back, but she couldn't. It was too late. It was probably already too late from the moment she entered the house. Lacing her fingers in midnight curls, Sara took the initiative and pulled Jake's head down for a kiss. The first touch of lips was sweet and gentle. A chaste making each other's acquaintance. The second kiss was more engaging. She felt the brunette's arms wound around her waist and pull her closer to her tall body. The kiss slowly deepened as they became intimately familiar with each other. Soon tongues came into play, softly mapping the other's mouth, sucking and nipping, savoring the taste.

Jake used what little thought she still had left in her brain and gently pulled away from the kiss. "Are you sure, Sara?"

That was the big question. It was indeed a humungous question but Sara had no qualms any longer, so she simply nodded.

Jake smiled and pulled the blonde's body back to her own. Swiftly maneuvering Sara, she turned their bodies around and laid her smoothly on the bed. Sara gasped at the sudden change in position. Jake disengaged from the ongoing kiss and smiled down at the blonde. "Is this okay?"

"More than okay. Come here."

Jake readily obliged. Kissing the blonde's sweet lips was quickly becoming one of her favorite activities. They were soft and pliant, and extremely delicious. Sensually lapping her tongue against Sara's mildly spread lips, she used her hands to pull her shirt up over her head. Before Sara even noticed, her pants and bra were gone as well.

"You're so incredibly beautiful. That asshole didn't deserve you. And neither do I." Jake lowered her head to almost touch Sara's chest.

Sara swallowed thickly and placed her palm against Jake's cheek, bringing her face back up to her own. "We have so much to talk about. It's not an issue of deserving here, it's an issue of me doing something I shouldn't be doing. But I can't help myself. You think you don't deserve me? I spent three and a half years with Greg and not once did he make me feel the way you do. I guess that says a lot about me as well. I know I'm probably being selfish here, but I need you. I look into your eyes and I can't imagine not being with you... I..." Before she could finish her sentence, Jake took her lips in an almost animalistic kiss. She needed to be closer to her. She wanted to merge with her.

The rest of their clothes quickly became history. Jake marveled at the view uncovered. She used her hands and lips in worship. She caressed and tasted and nuzzled and kneaded. She couldn't get close enough. When her fingers made first contact, she thought she was going to die. The heat seared deep into her very being. Sara's body moved in tandem with hers, arching and pushing, begging to get closer. Jake's hand was holding the back of Sara's neck and as they moved faster and more frantically, her hand slid out from underneath, cupping her cheek, bringing her face closer to her own, needing to see her in that perfect moment. Sara's lips spread as her moans grew louder and the thrusts came deeper. Two of Jake's fingers quickly found their way into the open mouth, reveling in the doubled heat. Their movements were growing frantic, Sara's breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her left hand clutched the bed spread as her right clawed at Jake's back. Jake leaned down and kissed her sweaty forehead, closed eyelids and then nuzzled her way down to her ear, whispering, "Come for me, beautiful. I need to hear you, let me feel you baby. I love you..." When those words registered in Sara's unconscious, her body automatically reacted, falling deeply into heavenly bliss. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her eyes nearly rolled back into her head. Her back arched in an impossible angle. In that moment, she died and was reborn. All of those clichéd notions she had read about came to fruition.

It was Jake's small, feathery kisses placed all over her face and neck that brought her back to reality. Unable to utter a word, she simply pulled Jake's head down and kissed her deeply.

Their lovemaking continued uninterrupted until early evening. At 6pm, they were startled out of their warm cocoon by the sound of the front door opening. Sara was the first to jump to her feet. Not pondering who it might be, she quickly pulled her clothes on and tried to untangle her hair with her fingers. Jake moved more leisurely. She, unlike Sara, knew who it was and couldn't care less. Donning her own clothes, she got up and placed a calming hand on Sara's now slightly trembling arm. "Hey, relax. It's only Kate."

Sara looked at her strangely. "Kate? Who's Kate?"

"My mother."

"Yes! That's exactly what I was afraid you'd say. And why do you call your mom by her given name? I guess that's another thing we'll need to discuss..." Sara rambled on only to be stopped by Jake's amused chuckle.

"Why aren't you freaking out, Jake?"

"Well, first, 'cause I don't give a rat's ass what she thinks, and second, she's probably hammered and wouldn't even remember pink elephants storming out of the house." Taking Sara's hand in her own, they left the bedroom. Sara tried to take her hand back before entering the living room but found it tightly clutched in the brunette's. Jake was right. Her mom was obviously drunk and wobbling across the living room, trying to locate the couch that was right in front of her.

"Hey Kate, your hair's on fire," Jake threw jokingly as she opened the door for Sara. Her mom, as expected, didn't even acknowledge her presence, much less that of Sara's.

Walking to Sara's car, Jake gallantly opened the driver's side door for her. Propped on the door frame, she looked down at Sara's suddenly shy features.

"Thank you for the most amazing experience. I don't even have the words," said Jake, charming her way deeper into Sara's already smitten heart.

Hating to ruin the moment, but knowing she must, Sara said, "We have a lot to talk about..." She knew it was time to rejoin reality and reality screamed jail bait. "I'm not sure we should have done what we just did, in fact, I know we shouldn't have done it, but..."

"Hey, please don't say you regret it..." Jake looked almost desperate as she uttered the words.

"No, no, I don't regret it, though I should. You're so young..."

"You're only a few years older than me!" Jake retorted indignantly.

"I'm your teacher..."

"And a good one at that! I can assure you I'll remember this lesson." Jake tried to maintain a neutral expression, but she couldn't hold the laughter in when she saw the bulging eyes and the scarlet red covering Sara's cheeks. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding..." She only laughed harder when Sara slapped her bicep. "Come on, don't ruin this beautiful experience with over-thinking it. We'll talk about everything you want and more, I promise. And if you're worried about anything getting out, don't be 'cause I'll be keeping this to myself. Besides, I'll be graduating soon enough and we can be together for real, in public... if you'll still want me, that is."

Caressing the spot she just hit, Sara looked up into soulful grey. "Of course I'll want you. As strange as it is, I can't think of ever not wanting you. I guess we'll just have to find a way. And I'll have to find a way to shut that little voice deep down that keeps screaming obscenities at me."

Jake chuckled. "Yep. That voice doesn't know shit anyhow. Promise me one thing though."

"Anything," Sara said without thinking, and she knew she would.

"Promise me you'll look at me just like that again tomorrow." Jake smiled tenderly at the soft gaze she was receiving.

"Tomorrow and always." And that sealed it.

The End (for now)