Megan Ch. 07

By middle May, all of the seniors (including Megan) were gone. They wouldn’t officially graduate for another 2 weeks, but with their finals and advanced placement exams completed, there was no reason for them to be there. Since 5 of my 6 classes were seniors, I had a lot of free time, so I spent more than a few mornings holding court with students who just wanted to say “goodbye” or “thanks” or “good riddance.” Megan, however, didn’t want to say any of that.

When she slipped into my room that late, Thursday morning, she took her usual seat in the front row. She was wearing khaki shorts and sandals and a pink collared shirt. In spite of myself, I drank in her long smooth legs, and realized that she might have been the most exquisite girl I’d ever known. When my eyes met hers, the hurt was gone. Instead, she looked defiant. “Why are you freezing me out?” She said in a low, hushed tone with just a hint of anger.

“Megan, I don’t know-“ I started to say, but she interrupted.

“Bullshit,” she hissed. “Tell me.”

“Megan,” I said, but again she cut in.

“Don’t say my name. Just tell the truth. What did I do?” When I shrugged, her anger bubbled up and her eyes flashed in fierce frustration.

My anger and hurt had been rising, and so I growled, low and harsh, “I saw you that night.” Megan looked at me. Her eyes didn’t soften, but she also didn’t understand. “Do you remember the last time I was at your house?” I said in an eased tone, trying to regain control of my emotions.

“Of course I remember,” she said, still not comprehending.

“I knew I had forgotten my wallet, so I went back to go tap on your window.” For a long instant, Megan looked at me. The blood then drained from her face as the understanding dawned upon her. Like a fish, she gasped for air, trying to find a word to say, but there was none. “Yeah. Now you get it,” I said angrily as my eyes locked on to hers. I then watched her frustration dissipate, only to be replaced by a deep and profound sadness. Her eyes were now starting to well.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. A tear was rolling down her left cheek.

“Don’t be,” I said, gently now. “I was foolish to let it happen.”

“Don’t say that,” Megan objected.

“It’s true. I knew better. I risked everything for nothing.”

“No,” Megan said, as more tears fell.

Just then, we were interrupted. A sophomore boy (who was in trouble) had been sent. “Ms. Lewis says that I have to stay here.” I was incredibly annoyed by this, particularly when Megan stood up, wiped her eyes and walked out. Stupidly, the boy asked, “What’s the matter with her?” When my furious glare fell upon him, he hurried into an empty seat and sat quietly, desperately trying to disappear into the background. I then walked to the door and peered down the hallway, but Megan was gone.

Graduation was set for the first Saturday in June. All of the students were done and the grades had been entered. I hadn’t seen Megan since she left, and my anger had been replaced with a dull ache. As much as I hated to admit it, she had meant something to me, and the idea that Megan had been blissfully fucking her boyfriend just a few, short hours after our last encounter had cut me to the bone. The reality was that she had cheated on him, not on me. But of course, the heart has a mind its own and is impervious to logic.

That Friday was a workday for the staff. We had to finalize the awards and such and prepare for the following night, but really, there wasn’t all that much to do. After finishing up, several of us went out for drinks. At about 10, I got home. I was a little drunk and had trouble getting the key to fit when I sensed that somebody was standing behind me: it was Megan.

“I want to talk,” she said. I gave what I hoped was a hard look as a mixture of anger and desire rushed through my veins. If I had been sober, I might have sent her away, but then again, maybe not. I opened the door for her, and she walked in.

After closing the blinds and feeding my hungry cat, I came into the living room. Megan was on the couch, so I took the seat next to her, but we were distant; there was a space between. I looked at her as she stared straight ahead. “I want to make it right,” she finally said, almost like a little girl. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” And from there, we talked for a good long while, retracing all that had happened, what we wanted and what we were feeling. The sturdy walls I had built were beginning to crumble, but the anger was still there.

Finally, I said, “I don’t know that anything can be done. I know that it’s not fair, but I feel betrayed.”

“Please,” Megan implored. “I’ll do anything you want to fix it.” In spite of myself, a devilish smile came to my face.

“Anything, eh?” I wondered. I then knew the answer: she had to prove that she belonged to me. “Will you do whatever I tell you?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“If you hesitate, if you balk, then I want you to leave,” I explained. “And if you leave, you’re not to come back.” Fear glinted in her eyes, which turned me on a little. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Megan said, her voice meek.

“Good,” I told her, and she looked over at me, looking relieved, but nervous. “Stand up,” I ordered. “I want to look at you.” She did as she was told. Megan was wearing a light blue t-shirt with the word “peace” written out in the shape of a rainbow and blue jeans. I could see the outline of her bra, so I told her to take it off. Megan complied, and I could feel myself getting hard.

“You like-“ Megan started to say, but I interrupted her.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak,” I said tersely. I was pleased by her look of surprise and the hardness of her nipples. “You can only speak if I ask you a direct question. Do you understand?”

Megan looked at the ground and whispered, “Yes.”

“Get on your knees,” I commanded. Megan complied. I then stood and moved in front of her. “Suck my cock and make me cum.” Instantly, her hands were reaching up and unzipping my pants and my tool sprang free. With both hands, she caressed my shaft and balls as she sucked on the tip. She then ran her tongue up and down the underside and as she looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. Megan worked me for a good ten minutes, kissing, sucking, licking and touching my rigid tool. I tried to hold back, but she was good, and then I whispered, “I’m cumming.” In answer, she took my cock as deep into her mouth as she could, sucking hard. I groaned as I climaxed, and she was moaning a little, swallowing my cum. I then noticed that she had been rubbing herself through her jeans. She then took my cock out and was caressing and licking me like it was an ice cream cone. “Did you like that?” I asked.

“Yes,” Megan answered, still kissing and caressing my cock.

“You were a good girl,” I told her. “I’ll reward you, but I didn’t give you permission to rub your pussy, so you need to be punished as well.” Megan continued to play with my cock, which was still half hard. “Go into the bedroom and wait for me,” I ordered. Megan, stood, and hesitantly walked down the hall. I then went into the garage and found some twine and put it on the kitchen counter along with some scissors.

In the bedroom, I found Megan standing at the foot of my bed. “Get undressed,” I told her as I went to my dresser. In the top shelf, I found a bandanna. Megan had taken off her sandals and was pulling down her jeans. She was wearing a thong with thin horizontal stripes, alternating blue and white. Her t-shirt then came off and her heavy, full breasts were free. As she pulled down her panties, I stood behind her and reached for her pussy with one hand while the other played with her nipple. I could feel her wetness. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?” I asked. My cock had already recovered and was hard.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Good, but it’s not time yet,” I said. I then picked up the bandanna I had pulled from the dresser. I tied it around her eyes, blinding her. “Can you see?” I asked. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I can’t see,” Megan said.

“Good,” I then took her by the hand and led her to the bed. “Lay down and rub your pussy. Make yourself cum.” Megan’s mouth opened in protest, but no words came out. Instead, she did as she was told. Her left hand went up to her nipples while her right hand went to the soft, pink folds of her silken wetness. I was entranced, watching her fingers move up and down, methodically, rhythmically. She then exposed her clit, and traced tiny circles around it with her middle finger, before suddenly inserting one, then two fingers into her wet pussy. She was moaning a little and I was stroking my hard cock. I wanted to fuck her, but it wasn’t time. Now I was lying next to her, brushing her nipples and tummy with my hand. In her ear, I whispered, “What are you imagining?”

“Fucking you,” Megan answered.

“How? Where?” I asked.

“At school,” she whispered. “You fuck me in your classroom. You lift my skirt and pull off my panties and fuck me hard while I’m bent over your desk.”

“Do you fantasize about that a lot?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “I want your cock.”

“Cum for me,” I ordered. In answer, Megan picked up the pace. She turned her face toward me, and I couldn’t resist. I kissed her, sucking her tongue and gently biting her lip as her hips bucked upwards, sending her over the edge.

“Oh,” she whimpered. Her legs clamped around her hand and she lifted her ass off the bed, her knees bent. “Oh,” she said again.

“You were a good girl,” I whispered, followed by long, wet kiss. “But now, I have to punish you. Don’t move.” I then stood and walked to the doorway. Megan was lightly touching her pussy as she half curled up. I then went to the kitchen and got the twine and scissors and returned to Megan. I cut a good length off and said, “Give me your left hand.” She complied, and I tied her to the headboard with a tricky knot I’d learned in the Boy Scouts years before. I then did the same to her right. “Try to get free,” I ordered. She struggled a little but couldn’t. “I’ll be right back.” After a few minutes, I returned with a glass of ice and a burning candle. “Are you ready for your punishment?”

“Yes,” Megan said. Her voice trembled, a combination of fear and excitement. I then took the candle (which smelled like cinnamon) and dripped a thin bead of hot wax on to her tummy. A rush of air escaped Megan’s lungs in surprise and pain. “No,” she begged. “Please.”

“Are you telling me to stop?” I asked, letting her hear the edge in my voice.

Megan paused. “No,” she timidly said. I then dripped wax on to her right nipple and then her left. Megan grunted in pain and squirmed a little, but said nothing. I then dripped a little more on her thigh- an inch away from her pussy- and she jumped. More air escaped from her lungs.

I then put the candle down and crawled beside her. “You’re being a very good girl,” I whispered. I peeled off the dry, but still soft wax and looked at the angry red marks. “I burned you,” I said. “let me make you feel better.” I then kissed her tummy, softly, gently, lovingly. I then moved to her nipples, and kissed and licked and sucked. Megan rewarded me with a deep, throaty moan. I then moved down to her leg, her inner thigh. She spread her legs, eagerly anticipating my kisses and attention, wanting to give me easy access.

Her pussy was so wet that I couldn’t resist: I touched her lightly and rubbed her clit. Megan moaned. I then lowered my mouth and kissed her inner thigh, where the wax had been. She squirmed, trying to get my lips to hers soft pink folds. “Please,” she whined.

“What do you want,” I asked, knowing that I was being cruel.
“Lick me,” she said. “Please.”

“Ok, but then I’ll have to punish you some more,” I warned.

“Yes. Anything,” she said. And with that, I tasted Megan’s sweet little pussy for the very first time. With the tip of my tongue, I traced her wet lips, up one side, down the other. She bent her knees now, and raised her hips. “Yes,” she whispered. I then flattened my tongue and let her rub her pussy up and down, up and down against me. “Oh,” was all she said. I then took the tip of my tongue and found her clit, hiding at the top. First I kissed her, and then I flicked her nub, moving my tongue from side to side. “I’m going to cum,” she whimpered, trying to break free of the restraints, but my knots were too strong. In answer, I slip one finger, and then two deep inside of her and I gently sucked on her clit. Megan thrashed against me with a loud, unrestrained moan. “Yessss…” she said, her hips raised as the waves of her orgasm emanated from her pussy. “God,” she said, pressing her wetness to my mouth. Megan then let out a contented sigh.

“Now it’s my turn,” I said after a moment. I then pulled out an ice cube and let the cold water drip on to her. Megan jumped as each wet droplet hit her tummy, thighs and breast. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked. Megan hesitated and then emphatically shook her head, saying no. I then took the ice and put it on her belly button. From there, I moved it up to her throat and then down to her still wet pussy. Her mouth began to shiver a little. “If you continue to be good, I’ll fuck you. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” Megan answered quickly.

For a few more minutes, I tortured Megan with the ice, kissing her and playing with her as she struggled against the twine. I then put the ice away and gently kissed her neck and cheek and ear. “You did very well,” I whispered. “It’s late though. You should go home.”

“No,” Megan begged. “Please..” her voice trailed off.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” The distress was evident in her voice.

“Let me think about it,” I said as I stood up. I then undressed. Megan could hear the clink of me undoing my belt, and a silly little giggle escaped her lips. I then crawled between her legs and rubbed the tip of my hard cock against her dripping pussy and she moaned. “Is that what you want?”

“Yesss…” Megan hissed.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Your cock,” she answered, trying to get my cock deep inside of her. “Fuck me. Please…”

“I don’t know,” I said, but I let my cock go just a little deeper.

“Please fuck me,” Megan whispered. “I’ll do anything you want…” To reward her for the promise, I let my cock slide into her tight pussy just a little further. Megan moaned. “Yes. More,” she said. I then slid my cock all the way in, and I fucked her with a slow intensity. She leaned her head back, and so I kissed her neck and ear. The excitement was getting too much. I was going to cum, so I stopped. I pulled out of her. Megan was frustrated and exclaimed “No!” when I cut the twine freeing her.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Megan moved quickly, still blind folded with her ass now high in the air. I moved behind her on my knees and slid my rigid, thickness into her. We both moaned and now, I was fucking her fast and hard.

We quickly fell into a rhythm, and Megan whispered to herself, “yes..yes…yes…” I could feel myself about to cum, but knew that Megan wasn’t there yet, so I pulled out again. I knew that I had more control with her on top, so I laid down. Even though Megan was still blindfolded, she knew what to do, and soon, she was on top of me, bouncing up and down, her wet pussy hungry for my cock. I then removed the blindfold, and Megan stared at me with unashamed, raw, sensual desire and then we kissed, our tongues dancing. Both of my hands were running up and down the length of her body. I then squeezed her ass and pulled her into me. “I’m cumming,” she whispered.

In response, I let go and felt myself explode. Megan slowed down, and then stopped, breathing heavily, both of us hot and damp with sweat. We then continued to kiss for a good long time, and then I said, “I want you all to myself.”

“I’m yours,” Megan whispered. “You can have me whenever you want. You can do to me whatever you want. I belong to you. I always have.” We then kissed some more and soon I was hard and then we fucked again. This time I was on top, and so I pulled out, my cum exploding, hitting Megan’s belly and breasts.

When I looked at the clock, it was 3am. “It’s late,” I said. “Will you be in trouble?”

“Yes, but I don’t care,” she answered. We then got up and showered together, our hands caressing each other’s bodies. When I got hard again, she leaned her ass into me, and my cock easily slid in. This time, she was the one who came quickly. Afterwards, we dried off, and Megan picked up her clothes, considering them. “Can I stay?” she asked, hopefully.

“Your mother will worry,” I pointed out.

“She won’t care,” Megan assured me; we both knew it was a lie, but I wanted her to stay. In answer, I reached for her, and Megan coiled around me. She fell asleep in my arms, purring and content as I caressed her hair, and in all my life, I don’t think I had ever been happier.

Graduation came and went, and Megan was true to her word: she belonged to me. For weeks, she’d come over on a daily basis, and we did little more than fuck and hold each other in the late morning light. If I had to tell the truth, I’d say that we both fell in love, and though the fantasy of us being together was an intriguing topic, it had to remain just that: a fantasy. I had a career (which our relationship would destroy) and she had college (which was 600 miles away).

After we made love that last time in late August, Megan’s pretty green eyes were wet with tears. “Don’t be sad,” I whispered. “I’ll see you in November.” And then she was gone, and I started counting the days, impatiently waiting for her return.