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Compared to her outfit that day, Valentine's Day had only been a taste of her beauty. To celebrate her last day of high school, she arrived in a white tank and matching skirt that was barely long enough to meet dress code standards. Her hair was pulled back into a barrette, and she wore white pumps. All heads turned as she demurely took her seat. If a look could kill, Kaylee would have offed the blonde, then resurrected her a few times to do it again.

"Good morning Miss Melan," I greeted, picking up the exam results and putting hers on her desk. "Glad you could join us."

"I wouldn't miss today, Mr. Brandão. I'm leaving this hell hole in the fall for college, and I wanted a reminder why I'm going to school five states away," she said with a bright smile. "Sorry I'm late."

"You don't know sorry," Kaylee grumbled, and Taylor giggled.

"I do, Kaylee," Winter corrected, turning in her seat to meet the girl's stare once again. "I'm sorry you're with such a perverted loser that will proposition anything that moves."

"Your ass is mine, Melan," Kaylee's tone was glacial. "I'd watch your back if I were you."

I tried to interject and stop the conversation before it got too out of control, but Winter dismissively waved her hand, then continued the loaded exchange.

"Good idea. Max has watching my front pretty well covered."

"Miss Melan! Miss Walters! That's enough. Any more out of either of you and you're both going to get marked down. Now let's get back on track today."

Somehow they made it through the remainder of their last English class together without another word to one another. But I decided that I'd make it a point to finish up early enough to be out in the lot just in case Kaylee was still nursing her grudge at the end of the day. Winter actually contributed in class that day, reading a favorite Alan Ginsberg poem as she swung one foot to and fro under her desk. Her legs were magnificent. All that running through forest and field definitely showed in the perfectly sculpted shape and tone of those beautiful limbs. Apparently, I'd been staring for longer than I should, because I returned my attention to the rest of the room to find several puzzled faces. As if things weren't tense enough, I noted with an uncomfortably churning stomach a few anxiously whispered conversations with hasty glances cast my way.

The seniors' last burst from school was jubilant. Most of them ran out of the building, shouting and giving each other high fives. A few others were too grown up and dignified to choose that exit—they merely smiled and stepped across the threshold into the world without a backward glance. Winter was among the latter, and I followed close behind knowing it was now or never for Kaylee's group to act.

I was correct.

Winter knew it was coming, too—I could read it in the defiant set of her shoulders and her careful stride. With a sigh, she scanned the lot to see the girls congregated near her car.

"Fuck," Winter muttered, unaware of my presence as I kept pace a few steps behind her. The girls all looked up from their iPhones to watch Winter's steady advance. It was like watching a gazelle walk directly into a den of starving lionesses.

"There you are, slut," Kaylee greeted, pushing herself off the hood of Winter's car. "Did you have fun fingering yourself to pictures of my boyfriend?" Winter stopped, feet apart, shoulders back as I slid in between a couple other cars to look like I was leaving.

"Lilliputian cock doesn't do much for me, Kaylee. I don't know how you can feel him at all when he's inside you. It must be like throwing a little cocktail sausage down a hallway, given all the mileage your cunt must have by now."

In a flash, they were on her, and she went down. She landed square on her ass without a sound, though the pain must have been excruciating. Taylor, Julie Mills, and a couple other girls grabbed Winter's arms to hold her still as Kaylee produced a pair of sewing scissors from her purse.

"Since you like showing off your tits so much, whore, you can show them off to everyone when you're leaving school..."

I was running toward the group and shouting for Kaylee to back off, but I didn't make it in time. Kaylee grabbed the hem of Winter's shirt and hurriedly thrust the shears upward, cutting the delicate fabric in half, then grabbing a handful of the girl's white bra and snipping between the cups as her friends laughed.

By this time, a few other teachers and faculty noticed the commotion and were on the approach as Kaylee and her crew ran for their car. I hurried over to Winter, who was desperately trying to hold her shirt closed, her lower lip quivering but her eyes still dry.

"Winter. Here..." I slid off the light spring jacket I wore and tossed it to the girl, who struggled into it. I moved around to her front, holding out my hands to help her to her feet.

"Just go home. I'll follow behind to make sure the girls don't give you any trouble, okay?" The school secretary and gym teacher were running toward Kaylee's car and the nurse was gingerly approaching us.

"Winter! You're bleeding! Come on. Let's go inside so I can—"

"Fuck off!" Winter shrieked, running around her car. Blood trickled down the back of her left thigh. "I'm fine!" She flung open her car door, dumped the contents of her back pack on the passengers seat, then threw the empty bag down on the driver's seat to soak up the blood as she slammed the door behind her. Her shuddering sobs were now audible as she cranked up some Lostprophets and squealed out of the parking lot.

Winter lead-footed her way down the major streets of town, keeping just below the speed limit before tearing loose on the less busy back roads that led to her mother's farm. By the time she hit the dirt and gravel roads, she was roaring so far ahead of me I was convinced she'd get a ticket for speeding. But as we crested a hill, I saw a large old house backed up against the woods that stretched over that area of town and watched Winter fishtail into the drive, spewing dust and gravel in her wake as she went.

Parking on the road, I killed the engine, grabbed my keys, and got out of the car to sprint up the drive after her.

"Please! Just leave me alone!" she screamed. She ran toward the back of the house, her skirt hem and left thigh smeared with blood.

"Winter! Stop!" I called, running after her as she bounded up a couple steps onto a large wooden deck.

She reached for the sliding glass door, key poised at the ready, but her hands were shaking so violently she couldn't unlock the door. I approached her with caution, knowing this was the stupidest thing I could do, but unable to help the man in me who felt the primal need to comfort a wounded woman.

Sobbing freely, Winter finally jabbed the key into the lock and yanked open the door.

"Please ... I don't need any help. I'll drop your jacket by the school tomorrow." she wept. She slipped into a darkened living room with her sobs increasing in intensity.

Without a second thought, I stepped in behind her. The subtle smell of cinnamon and an indistinct blend of fresh fruits hit my nose as my eyes adjusted. Winter was limping into an open and airy kitchen with her head lowered as she tossed her keys on the counter.

I didn't know what to say. She stopped near the kitchen island to yank some paper towels from a roll and gingerly apply them to her thigh. She winced with pain as she applied more pressure to the wounds.

I crossed the living room and took the towels from her hand. "Here. Let me," I said.

She didn't say a word as I ran them under the tap for an instant. I knelt to appraise her injuries.

One thing I had not counted on seeing was the little lace thong she wore under her skirt, and I bit my lip to silence any inappropriate reaction. A scrape marred the creamy gentle slope of her left buttock and traveled downward a few inches. She'd also sustained a couple of small cuts just above her knee. I tried to clean them as tenderly as possible, aware that she gained more control of her emotions. I caressed her abraded flesh with the cool towels and admired the thin strip of lace as it split her firm cheeks.

"Thank you for the jacket," she managed in a choked voice. "That crazy bitch. I hope Max knocks her up, or bangs Madison and Julie and she finds out."

"Do you have any peroxide?"

"In the bathroom down the hall," she said. One hand clutched the sink as the other tried to hold her shirt together. Her face was lowered and unreadable.

The gray sky outside lit the bathroom enough for me to see how badly my hands were shaking as I gathered up supplies. I'd touched Winter Melan's thigh. She was my student, and I'd seen her thong panties, dear God!

When I returned to the kitchen, it was empty. I glanced across the countertop and into the living room to see Winter lying on her belly on a pretty floral print sofa. She was watching me approach with an odd expression in her eyes.

My cheeks burned, but I knelt beside her to clean and bandage her scrapes. I was glad to see her tears had dried.

"Thanks, Mr. Brandão."

"You're no longer my student. Call me Christopher."

She responded with a weak smile. "Thanks, Christopher."

I applied bandages and threw the wrappings in the kitchen trash. While my back was turned, Winter sat up, arms folded over her naked bosom. But not so tightly folded that I couldn't see a great deal of her small breasts.

For a moment, we merely stared at one another. Her eyes were red. She sniffed a couple of times before slowly getting to her feet. Without a word, she walked past me and ascended the staircase off the living room. I didn't know what she wanted. Was I supposed to remain there and wait for her to return? Her gait had been deliberate and sure, and though I tried to pretend I didn't know what this meant, the ever vigilant urges in me had no doubt.

Silence spun out into torturously long minutes, and at last I fell victim to my desires and began to climb the stairs after her. I focused on the soft beige carpeting and tried to ignore the racing of my heart as I stepped onto the landing.

Alternative rock issued at a low volume from the first door on the right, and I knew without a doubt it would be her bedroom. I wanted to turn and run, but I was helpless to do either.

Winter's high heels lay on the floor just outside her door. When I entered the large room with a sloping ceiling, she stood with her back to me, gazing out through a pair of large windows that faced the wood. She'd changed into a T-shirt and jeans shorts.

Doubtless she heard my advance across her bedroom floor. The carpet was a pretty mauve, and the battle between angst-filled teen and little girl was evident from the décor. Posters of rock bands filled the walls while worn stuffed animals jostled for space on a two-shelf bookcase. The room had a vague sweet smell of perfume and was meticulously clean, down to the perfectly made bed.

She didn't say a word. I approached at a cautious pace, finally pausing to look over her shoulder at the inspiring view. She was slowly chewing something. Her arms were folded against the sill—when she let them drop, it was blatantly clear she wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt.

"Thank you for being so nice to me," she said softly, her tone earnest and genuine as I caught a hint of the grape bubble gum she was chewing. "You're really a great teacher, and I'll miss you."

Taken aback at this revelation, I was struck dumb for an instant. "Well, you're an intelligent girl, Winter, and I'll miss having you in class."

She smiled, and the warmth of it lit her eyes.

A tentative bird song came through the open windows as the creatures marked the cloudy sky. Newly unfurling leaves rustled in a soft breeze. Winter moved closer to me, and as if in slow motion. She extended her arms to offer an embrace. I accepted.

Our bodies came together, and the yielding press of her unbound breasts against my chest made me shiver. She buried her face in my shoulder and inhaled deeply as I awkwardly slipped my arms around her waist. She was stoic and still within the tight circle of my arms. I enjoyed the subtle scent of shampoo and sweat in her hair as I gazed at its golden splendor.

We inched toward her bed at a snail's pace. So slow was our progress, in fact, that I'd taken her subtle movements as gentle something to bring herself comfort. Not until my hip bumped the edge of a mattress did I stop and put a little distance between us, although I sank onto the bed's edge with less grace than I could have hoped.

Words tried to come. Alarm bells were jangling in my brain as Winter studied me from that impassive expression she wore so often. But eclipsing this was a hungry and tender need. The ice in her eyes was melting to leave behind bewitching blue pools. She lifted her arms in silent entreaty. In response, I spread my arms to welcome her onto my lap as the first fat drops of rain plunked against the window screen.

In my arms, she was light as angel feathers and hot as Jezebel's kiss. Her aura of frustrated sadness diminished. She was all bubble gum and breasts, candied lips and cool smooth thighs. I knew speaking would break the magic spell she'd cast on me with her haunting eyes, and I decided for just this instant, she was a young woman and I was a man who couldn't resist her budding wiles.

Her lips parted, beckoning mine nearer. With a tremulous sigh of resignation, I let my lips brush her porcelain cheek. She shivered. Her eyelids closed to show long, feathery lashes nearly as golden as her hair. Her skin was soft as silk, and her lips so enticing, like smooth, sweet velvet. I closed my eyes and surrendered.

Winter may have carried herself like an aloof Siamese cat, but she kissed with all the fire and passion of a jungle tigress. Her hands slid up over my sides to grab my shoulders as her lips parted. Her tongue beckoned mine into the fruit-flavored depths of her mouth. I longed to give her what she wanted, but was suddenly jolted into the realization of what I was doing. Being caught alone in a student's—well former student's—bedroom would be a sure ticket to the unemployment line.

"What?" Winter cooed as her lips trailed down my throat. "Don't you like grape?"

I couldn't help but crack a smile. "I love grape, sweetie. But I also love my job."

She nodded and slid off my lap to cross the large bedroom. She closed and locked her bedroom door.

"Mom won't be home until ten. She had to work a twelve-hour shift, and it's a long commute. So...?" Winter lifted her brows in an adorably mischievous expression. "I graduate next week and today was my last day of school. I'm officially no longer your student."

Without a second thought, she returned to sit upon my right knee, her arms locking around my neck as her eyes searched mine. Apparently satisfied with what she did or did not see, she brought her lips to within inches of mine. "Kiss me." I hesitated, and she put on an irresistible pout. "Please?"

I am only a man. I've faced the temptation of a friend's bored and lonely wife, and had walked away with our friendship and fidelity still intact. I'd put up with Kaylee and the other bimbettes openly flirting and trying to drown me in sex appeal to heighten their odds for better grades. Winter had nothing to gain as far as I could see, and the fact of the matter was that she was no longer my student, and she was of consenting age.

My mouth moved toward hers once again, and she shivered atop my lap, lifting her chin as she surrendered herself fully to our kisses. They were, at the same time, wet and savage, sugary and delicious.

Winter's thighs tightly clamped my hips, and she rubbed her breasts back and forth against my chest, the movement fractional and subtle. With a shift, she pulled one thigh off my hip so that she straddled just one of my knees. Her crotch was inches from mine.

Branches undulated in the wet rain outside as Winter undulated atop my thigh with her tits still pressed to my chest. The pressure of my thigh against her cleft was apparently very intense. She shuddered and moaned in my arms as she broke our kiss. Through half-closed lids, she gazed at me with silent need. She worked her hip ever closer so my groin, and shuddering breaths escaped her lips. Winter Melan was going to reach orgasm on my lap. It hit me like a blast of cold water. I reached a hand down to catch her hip and make her stop. She caught my wrist and pressed my curled fingers against her crotch.

"Oh God, Winter, we have to—" She released a tiny gasp as my thumb pressed against the crotch of her jean shorts. "We have to stop this."

The wet press of her lips against mine was as potent a kiss as I'd ever known. My nostrils were filled with the scent of powder and vanilla from her deodorant and perfume. She wrapped her arms around my neck. Her hips swayed against my thigh. I moaned and she sighed, her exhalation hot against my cheek. I tasted the raspberry of her lip gloss and the sweet grape flavor of her mouth as she squeezed my shoulders tight. The adrenalin flood my body produced was torrential. I was acutely aware of my pulse thudding in my ears, her throaty moans, the feel of her waist in my hands, and the pure sweet wetness of her mouth as it explored mine.

"Please, Christopher." She tugged on my shoulders as she slid limply from my knee to kneel on the floor. "This never happened, right? I just want you so much. If I could pick anyone to be my first, I'd want it to be you."

First? She's a virgin? I was shocked. Not necessarily because I didn't think Winter was capable of finding a decent kid her own age who would treat her well. But because of the strong, world-weary persona she wore. I'd tried to swear to all I held sacred that I'd never bed a virgin. I didn't want that kind of responsibility.

Yet here one knelt at my feet. Part of me wanted to pull her to her feet and rush out the door. She was my student for God's sake. The other part couldn't help basking like an emperor with a nubile slave girl laid at his foot. Before I had made up my mind, Winter leaned forward to press her lips against the bulge in my khakis. My resolve trembled.

"It's okay," she soothed, stroking my left thigh with one small hand as she chewed her gum. "Mom put me on the pill last year. And I was in gymnastics for five years."

Who would have thought the most frightening and exhilarating sight I'd witnessed in all twenty-nine years of my life would be the blonde-haired top of a beautiful girl's head as it hovered over my crotch. Too afraid to make the first move, I jumped as Winter's dexterous fingers moved over the zip and button. I couldn't stop staring at the contrast of her electric blue nail polish against the tame and muted color of my slacks.

With the first barrier breeched, she continued on her mission. Her cool fingertips poked into my underwear to brush against the thick velvety shaft of my cock. With a brief flash of her bright blue eyes and a look that positively screamed ravenous, she tugged my penis free from its confines.

The room had felt so warm up until now. Cool air swirled around my bobbing dick only to be driven off by a warm breath from Winter. I closed my eyes, my head reeling.

"Please, Winter. We've got to stop—"

A soft moan was her only response as she reverently slid her fingertips up and down the length of my shaft. And then traced her thumb around the tip. I winced as she captured a fat drop of pre-come with her index finger. She smeared up and down the vein on the underside as I struggled to stay calm. And then the first tentative brush of her lips made me groan.

Without any tease, she tightened her lips around the head and her mouth slid halfway down the length of my thick cock. She moaned and the hot wet sheath of her mouth sucked so hard I thought I'd explode. She kept up this tight suction as she worked her mouth up and down at a steady rhythm. Her level of skill was impressive and alarming.