A Rose By Any Other Word

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic

Alex falls in love with her English teacher. Miss Mitchell. To vent her feelings Alex followed her best friends advice and writes a letter to the teacher, meaning to throw it away. Instead she accidentally gives the letter, to Miss Mitchell herself.

Alex Summers

 

I'd always been attracted to Miss Mitchell, even though I didn't realise it at first. She'd been my teacher since I came to secondary school and at eleven years old I didn't really understand how it felt to be attracted to someone. All I knew than was that I got this fluttery feeling every time I saw her in class. As I got older I understood that what I was feeling was attraction. Now at eighteen years old my attraction had blossomed into a full on crush.

 

In my eye she was simply beautiful. Her long chocolate brown hair that fell in lazy curls around her shoulders, her bright blue eyes that could seem so caring and understanding but also strict and firm, her pale peachy skin that was unblemished aside from a dusting of freckles over her nose and the tops of her shoulders. Her body was simply to die for, an hourglass figure, all curves with long legs that seemed to go on forever. She was a young woman, perhaps in her mid to late twenties.

 

Since I had entered sixth form and was no longer required to wear a school uniform I had started trying to dress nicely, in a way that could get her attention, not that I thought she'd even look at me in that way. I wasn't exactly ugly but I didn't think I was anything special either. I had long blonde hair, green eyes and a figure that was a little plumper that I would like but I couldn't shift the fat no matter what I'd tried. I doubted that a woman like Miss Mitchell would even glance twice at me no matter what I wore but I had to try. So I'd started wearing make-up and dressing more femininely. Even if she hadn't noticed others had. I'd been getting a lot more attention from the boys in my class but I only had eyes for her.

 

My best friend since we'd been six years old, Jessica had noticed the change in me as well. One night when I was at hers after school she started to interrogate me about it.

 

Who is he then?” She asked with a cheeky smirk as soon as I'd sat down on her bed.

 

Who is who?”

 

The guy you're so obviously trying to impress. Don't think I haven't noticed.” She gave me a pointed look.

 

There is no guy.” I snapped, not wanting her to press further. I'd never confided in her about my attraction to Miss Mitchell, or the fact that I thought I was a lesbian. What if she didn't want to be my friend any more? What if she was disgusted with me?

 

Oh shit. You've got it bad if you're being this bitchy. Come on, tell me. Who is it?” She sat down next to me and gave me a playful push but I didn't look at her.

 

Please don't Jessie. I don't want to talk about it.” I pleaded, tears started to form in my eyes. I was so terrified at the idea of telling her.

 

What it is Al?” She asked her voice softening, “Did he turn you down?” Her voice was full of sympathy.

 

I couldn't bring myself to answer and simply shook my head.

 

What is it then? You can tell me.”

 

I took a deep breath. I didn't have much of another choice, I'd have to tell her.

 

He didn't turn me down because he is… Well. He's a she.” I said the last part quickly, turning away from her so I wouldn't have to see the look of disgust on her face.

 

She didn't speak for the longest time until I looked at her. She was looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite place.

 

Is the she… Me?” She asked me slowly, like she didn't want to hear the answer.

 

I couldn't control my reaction. I burst into tears of laughter. It wasn't that Jessica was unattractive, it's that I'd never even considered her that way. She was more like a sister to me.

 

No Jessie, no. It's not you.” I managed to speak between my fits of giggles.

 

Soon she joined in my laughter until we both couldn't breathe. We collapsed together on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

 

Well I'm glad it's not me.” She managed to explain once our laughter subsided. “No offence or anything Al, I think you're pretty but you're really not my type. I like dudes too much.”

 

You don't think any less of me because I have a crush on a woman?” I still dreaded the answer but considering that she hadn't thrown me out yet I felt comfortable in asking.

 

She reached over and took my hand, “I don't think any less of you Al. You're my best friend. We've been best friends since we were kids. You can't choose who you're attracted to.”

 

I muttered, “I wish I was attracted to someone that I could at least try and flirt with.”

 

Jessica heard me and sat up, looking down at me with an expression of complete confusion on her face.

 

What do you mean?” She asked me gently.

 

I sat up and faced her, “Exactly what I said. I can't flirt with her. She wouldn't even look at me in that way anyway even if it wasn't morally wrong, and I think, illegal.” I let my frustrations out at long last, all the feelings that had been building inside of me. I was so glad to finally have someone to talk to that I could no longer hold back.

 

Illegal? What..?” She gasped, realisation hitting, “Oh no. No… Do not tell me you have a crush on a teacher Alex!?”

 

I blushed and collapsed on the bed, pressing my face into a pillow to hide my shame.

 

Is it a teacher Al?” She pressed, her voice full of sympathy now.

 

I couldn't bring myself to say the words so I simply nodded my head.

 

She sighed before asking, “Which teacher?”

 

I shook my head. I felt like I'd already said too much. That if I said any more it would just make it worse.

 

Jessica reached out and patted my arm reassuringly, “You can tell me Al. I won't tell anyone else, I swear.”

 

I took a deep breath and sat up and faced her. I knew her too well. She wouldn't drop this until I told her.

 

Miss Mitchell.” I whispered, unable to meet her gaze I stared at the pink floral pattern of Jessica's bedsheets.

 

Well I can see why you like her. She is very pretty.” I looked up at her. This wasn't the response I was expecting.

 

Don't encourage me with this Jes. It's bad enough as it is.”

 

I am not encouraging you. All I'm saying is that you have good taste at least. I was worried for a moment that you had a crush on Miss Smith.”

 

I cringed at the thought. Miss Smith was a nice enough teacher but she was around sixty years old and I wasn't into an age gap like that. Miss Mitchell was much closer to my own age. She couldn't be more than ten year my senior.

 

What am I going to do Jess? It's been driving me insane, I just can't get her out of my head. I really wish she'd notice me.” I sighed, tears starting to form once again due to my frustration.

 

Jessica pulled me into a warm hug, “Al, sweetheart… She's your teacher. Even if she did notice you she can't do anything about it. She'd lose her job at least.”

 

But I'm eighteen. I'm legally an adult.” I protested, unwilling to accept the truth that nothing could ever happen between Miss Mitchell and myself. She pulled back from the hug to meet my gaze with her own.

 

Listen to me Al. She. Is. Your. Teacher. Nothing can ever happen.”

 

I started crying properly now and Jessica pulled me into a hug once again. She sat there with me as I cried myself out. I let out all my frustration, heartache and pain.

 

Once my sobs had turned into small sniffles Jessica let go of me.

 

You need to get over her Al.”

 

How? How do you get over someone?” I wiped my eyes on my sleeve.

 

I'm not sure sweetie.” She sat there for a moment, thinking hard. “How about you write a letter to her, telling her how you feel and then..”

 

Are you crazy!?” I demanded, “First you convince me that nothing can ever happen and now you're telling me to tell her how I feel?”

 

I was going to say, before you interrupted me, after you've written the letter burn it. Or tear it up and throw it away, although I think burning it would be more satisfying.”

 

I'm not sure if that will help.”

 

It's worth a try isn't it? It can't exactly make things worse.”

 

I shrugged. She did have a point.

 

That night at home I did my English coursework and then wrote a letter to Miss Mitchell explaining how I felt. It felt good to pour it all out onto a piece of paper. I explained how much I wanted her, how much I'd been trying to get her attention and how hurt I was that nothing could ever happen between us. By the time I finished it was late and I collapsed into bed exhausted after an emotional day.

 

 

The next day I was running late and arrived at school ten minutes after the bell. Luckily I had Mr Black first period, who was a king and understanding older man who taught maths. Most of the morning passed in a blur where I barely felt awake.

 

At lunch I sat with Jessica at our normal table.

 

Ugh. Mrs Mathews is trying to kill us I swear. We have to write a whole essay on the Henry VIII and all of his goddamn wives by tomorrow.” She ranted as soon as she'd sat down beside me.

 

I'd rather have that than the algebra homework I got from Mr Black this morning.” I grumbled in return.

 

This was a daily ritual we had between us. At lunch we would both spend most of the hour moaning about our various teachers and the homework they had assigned us.

 

Has Mr Goddard looked down your top again recently?” She questioned me about the pervy teacher who had once spent an entire conversation staring at my breasts.

 

No, thank god. Just the thought makes me want to throw up.”

 

Are you looking forward to English later?” She asked, waggling her eyebrows at me in a knowing way. This was a new line of questioning. Now that Jessica knew about my crush on Miss Mitchell I thought this could become a part of our routine.

 

What's there to look forward to? Nothing can happen, remember?”

 

I know but it doesn't mean you can't sit there and appreciate the view.” She elbowed me playfully before giggling.

 

That's sure to help me with my exams.” The sarcasm in my voice was unmistakable.

 

Did you write the letter like I suggested?” She asked, turning serious.

 

Yeah I did and it actually did help. It felt good being able to get it all out.”I explained smiling at my friend.

 

Have you burnt it yet?”

 

No, not yet. I'm not sure if there's anything else I want to write.” I finished my drink and said goodbye to Jessica before making my way to my next class.

 

Jessica was right. I was looking forward to my English class at the end of the day. I could barely focus on my class work. That effect was only made worse when I walked into the English classroom.

 

She was stood at the whiteboard with her back facing the door when I walked in. I paused for a moment, 'enjoying the view' as Jessica had put it. Today she was wearing a black pleated skirt that came up to her mid-thigh, a white button up blouse that showed her curves perfectly and black high heeled pumps. She had her hair pulled up in a messy knot at the top of her head.

 

She turned around and smiled at me, “Good afternoon Alex.”

 

Good afternoon Miss Mitchell.” I greeted her, mentally shaking myself out of the daze I had gotten trapped in before taking my seat.

 

As soon as the whole class was present the lesson started. We were starting on the second act of the Shakespeare play 'Romeo and Juliet.

 

So here we have the famous soliloquy delivered by Juliet. 'What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title.'” She recited perfectly from memory before asking, “Who can tell me what Juliet means by this?”

 

She looked around the class for a moment, looking for anyone who might know the answer. I knew this one easily but didn't want to speak up. With my current crush on Miss Mitchell I was loath to speak up in regards to Romeo and Juliet.

 

A guy at the back of the class raised his hand.

 

Yes Ryan?” Miss Mitchell asked.

 

That she loves Romeo?” He suggested. A small giggle escaped my lips until I put a hand over my own mouth to quiet them.

 

You are correct Ryan, that Juliet does love Romeo but this passage has a more important meaning than that.” She wondered over and stood in front of me. “Alex, since you seemed to find Ryan's answer so amusing why don't you explain the passage?” She requested and I mentally kicked myself for my outburst.

 

I could lie of course, tell her that I didn't know the answer but my need to please her, to impress her was too strong.

 

Juliet is saying that she loves Romeo and how even if he wasn't a Montague she would still love him. She's explaining how it's not just the forbidden aspect of him that she is attracted to, it's him as a person. That's why she said 'A rose by any other word would smell as sweet.' Because even if we called a rose something different it would still smell the same.” I explained, trying to avoid looking her in the eye.

 

I thought about the meaning behind that passage carefully. Would I still feel the same about Miss Mitchell even if she wasn't my teacher? I thought I would. I didn't think that it was just the forbidden aspect that drew me to her. It was her.

 

Very good Alex but next time please refrain from laughing at your classmates. Not everyone had such a good grasp on the Elizabethan dialect.” I blushed slightly. Even though she had told me off, she had also complimented me.

 

The rest of the lesson was spent analysing the scene. I still tried to avoid Miss Mitchell's gaze and avoided answering any further questions.

 

At the end of the lesson she asked for the coursework that I had completed last night, an essay explaining the whole of the first act with emphasis on the first meeting between Romeo and Juliet.

 

After school Jessica and I met up at my place.

 

You ready to burn that letter then?” She asked, getting straight to the point.

 

Well I can't think of anything else to put down, so I guess so.” I went over the my desk to retrieve the letter from where I'd left it last night.

 

After five minutes of my rummaging through ever drawer, every stack of papers and notebooks I was started to panic.

 

It was here. I swear it was here.” I gasped, throwing a stack of papers to the floor.

 

You don't think maybe your parents found it, do you?” Jessica asked, looking worried.

 

I doubt it. They never come in here.” I shook my head, tossing more papers to the floor in my frantic search.

 

Well, how about we try retracing your steps. What else did you do last night after you got home?” She asked kindly, trying to stay calm.

 

I had a shower, then I did my English coursework before writing the letter and going to bed.” I explained. Jessica's eyes got huge, like saucers.

 

You were late this morning, weren't you?”

 

Yeah, what's that got to do with it?” This seemed like a random question, even coming from Jessica who was one of the most random people I knew.

 

Jessica stood up from the bed and stood in front of me, her hands on my shoulders making me face her.

 

Okay Al, before I say anything else I'm going to need you to take a deep breath.” I looked at her, puzzled but did what she said, feeling the tension I'd been carrying fall off me. Then she continued to speak in a calm voice, one you would use with a child who is freaking out, “Is it at all possible that you picked it up along with your English coursework?” She asked.

 

I bolted across the room and began to throw the contents of my school bad onto my bed. Once I reached the bottom I began to panic once again.

 

Oh my god. What if I accidentally gave it to her!?” I shouted before throwing myself down on my bed, crying out all of my fear and anxiety.

 

 

Caelynn Mitchell

 

I collapsed onto the sofa with a large sigh. I loved teaching, it was my one true passion. I also loved Shakespearian literature but it really frustrated me when students didn't understand the language. The material was brilliant but so many students seemed to miss this because they didn't want to put in the effort to understand the dialect from Shakespeare's time.

 

Well. Not all of the students.” I said aloud to myself, thinking of Alex Summers. She understood the dialect and also seemed to have a similar appreciation of the material as I did. I mentally shook myself, as I often had to do when I thought of Alex.

 

I sighed and took out the latest round of coursework to mark. For half an hour I marked coursework while occasionally making exasperated comments when a student had said something particularly stupid, like one student who said the word 'like' way too much.

 

I sighed and got up to get myself a glass of wine. I couldn't continue to mark these without having a drink. I really wished the students would pay more attention in class.

 

As I made my way back to the sofa I noticed something that was out of place in the pile of coursework. The thing that caught my eye was my own name written on a piece of paper. The students weren't required to write their teachers name on their work, only their own.

 

I sat down and pulled out the paper, my eyebrows wrinkling in confusion. It appeared to be a letter addressed to me. It read;

 

Dear Miss Mitchell,

 

I have a huge crush on you. It feels embarrassing writing this down but it's the truth. I've liked you ever since I came to this school but I didn't really understand what I was feeling until I got older. I like your hair, I like your eyes and I like the way you act in the classroom. I like how passionate you can be about literature. This past school year I have been desperately trying to get your attention. I've been dressing nicer and even wearing make-up, which I never used to do. I've just been wishing you'd notice me, in a 'I want her to be more than my student' way. I've finally accepted however that nothing will ever happen, albeit reluctantly. It hurts. It hurts really bad. I cried for ages when I came to this conclusion. I wish things were otherwise. I wish I wasn't your student, I wish that it wasn't considered a bad thing for a student to date a teacher. I wish things between us could be possible.

 

The letter was signed with the letter A with a heart next to it.

 

The letter could only really be from one student. The part about how she'd been dressing nicer this year and wearing make up was the give away and the signature confirmed it. The letter was from Alex.

 

I bit my bottom lip indecisively. If I was being brutally honest with myself, I had noticed her, especially since she turned eighteen and started dressing nicer. She was my student though, so I'd pushed those thoughts down, suppressed them until they barely bothered me. I'd convinced myself that even if the circumstances were different, even if a relationship was possible, she probably wouldn't be interested. I was ten years older than her, that's a hell of an age gap.

 

Now all of those feelings were rising to the surface, like a pack of rabid wolves all fighting to break free of a cage they'd been forced into. I found myself thinking about coming on to her, responding to her letter somehow. Engaging in a secret relationship with her, like Romeo and Juliet.

 

They didn't work out too well though, did they?” I said aloud to myself.

 

As long as neither of us planned to fake our own death we should be okay.

 

What am I thinking!? Am I really thinking about engaging in a relationship with a student?” I yelled at myself.

 

The truth was I wasn't considering it. I was way past that now. I was instead thinking of how I could pull this off.

 

I went to bed that night with thoughts of her in my mind and spent the entire night wrecked with dreams about Alex.

 

By the morning I knew what I was going to do.

 

 

Alex Summers

 

The next day at school I was a bundle of nerves and anxiety. I still wasn't sure whether I'd accidentally given the letter to Miss Mitchell or whether I'd simply lost it somewhere around school. Neither option exactly filled me with hope but if I had to choose I'd rather I'd lost it somewhere. At least then there was a chance that no one had seen it, especially not her. I would have stayed home and pretended to be sick but I really didn't want to try and lie to my parents. Plus, I'd have to come to school sooner or later. I couldn't avoid it forever.

 

I couldn't focus all through my morning lessons, so much so that some of the teachers had noticed my change in behaviour.

 

Wake up Alex! What's wrong with you today?” Mr Black had asked me when he asked me to explain the equation that he'd written on the board and I'd stared at it blankly.

 

At least lunch with Jessica gave me a chance to vent my feelings.

 

How are you holding up?” She asked as we claimed our usual table. I groaned in response before slamming my head on the table. “That bad, huh?” Jessica laughed before taking a bite of her sandwich.

 

I sat up, looking at the pity in her eyes, “I'm really hoping that I lost it somewhere around school. At least then there's a chance she hasn't seen it.”

 

Do you think that's likely?”

 

Not really but it's the only hope I've got.” I shrugged, “What do you think will happen if she has seen it?” I looked at Jessica, feeling incredibly worried.

 

She'd probably have you moved to another class, but I'm not entirely sure Al, so that's just a guess.”

 

I sighed, “Well that wouldn't be too bad. Sure, I wouldn't be able to look at her every day but at least the distance could help me get over her.” I said the last part without conviction. I didn't feel like I'd ever be able to get over her.

 

Uh-huh.” Jessica hummed sarcastically. She'd caught on to my lack of faith, “I guess you'll find out last period if she's read it or not.”

 

I'm hoping for 'not'.”

 

Yeah well, me too but we'll see.”

 

In my lessons following lunch my focus was worse than ever. I kept changing from managing to convince myself that she hadn't seen the letter and everything would be fine, to that she had read the letter and was going to move me to another class and maybe speak to my parents or something.

 

When I entered the English classroom and saw Miss Mitchell standing at the board, I nearly bolted out of the room if it wasn't for the other students stood behind me.

 

I walked to my seat, my legs feeling like jelly, that I was about to collapse at any moment.

 

Miss Mitchell turned and looked at me. There was an emotion in her eyes that I couldn't place but it wasn't what I expected if she had read the letter. Maybe I had lost it around school somewhere.

 

Good afternoon Alex.” She greeted me with a smile.

 

Good afternoon Miss Mitchell.” I returned her greeting, feeling more confident that she hadn't read my letter.

 

Today's class was spent analysing the next scene of Romeo and Juliet, where Romeo goes and asks Friar Lawrence if he will marry them.

 

Who can tell me what this passage means?” Miss Mitchell asked the class, pointing to the passage she'd written on the board.

 

The passage read:

 

Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set

On the fair daughter of rich Capulet

As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine,

And all combined, save what thou must combine

By holy marriage. When and where and how

We met, we wooed and made exchange of vow,

I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray:

That thou consent to marry us today.

 

I knew what the passage meant, of course, but I was still determined to keep my silence where Romeo and Juliet was concerned, even if she hadn't read my letter.

 

Yes, Beth?” Miss Mitchell asked a girl in the front row who had raised her hand to answer.

 

Romeo is asking if the Friar will marry him and Juliet.” She explained.

 

You are technically correct, that is what Romeo is asking but there is more to this passage than that request. Can anyone tell me what Beth has missed? Alex?” She looked in my direction.

 

I wanted to refuse her, I really did but as soon as her eyes met mine my resolve crumbled.

 

Romeo is explaining to Friar Lawrence that he loves Juliet and she loves him.” My voice wobbled slightly, so I took a deep breath before continuing. Miss Mitchell's eyes never leaving my own, “He's saying how he'll explain how they met and fell in love to him later, how for now all he's doing is pleading with him, begging him to marry them.”

 

Miss Mitchell was still looking at me intently, a light in her eyes that I'd never seen before. I had the wildest urge to not look away like I wanted to; to meet her gaze and try and tell her silently how I feel about her.

 

She looked away from me, the corners of her lips turning up in a slight smile before she carefully hid it, or so I thought anyway. Then again, maybe I was simply seeing what I wanted to see. If she'd read my letter I really didn't think she'd be reacting this way towards me. She'd probably want me as far away from her as possible.

 

We spent the whole of the lesson analysing the rest of the scene and debating on the ethics of the marriage between Romeo and Juliet.

 

At the end of the lesson Miss Mitchell handed us back our marked coursework from the previous day.

 

Please read through the notes I have attached to your work. For your exam you will have to write an essay analysing a scene from Romeo and Juliet and my notes will tell you where you need to improve.” She explained as she handed them to us.

 

I glanced down at my paper and saw a note attached to the front. It read 'Please see me after class.'

 

I looked up at her, worry clenching my gut. Had she read my letter? She was avoiding looking at me until all of the other students had left the room.

 

I stood up and walked over to her desk where she was sat shuffling some papers.

 

You wanted to see me, Miss Mitchell?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. On the off chance she hadn't read my letter I didn't want to sound like I was guilty of something otherwise she might ask.

 

She looked up and checked that all of the students had left, before going over and closing the door. She walked back towards me slowly, until she was stood in front of me.

 

I got your letter.” She said quietly and my eyes widened in panic. So she had read my letter after all. Why was she talking to me about it though instead of having me moved? Did she want to explain that nothing could ever happen first? I'd made it perfectly clear in my letter that I already knew and accepted that.

 

I'm so sorry Miss Mitchell. You were never meant to see that.” I explained quickly, panic rising in my voice, my eyes on the floor.

 

I'll just consider it fate then.” She responded, her voice all husky.

 

I looked at her sharply. I couldn't have heard her right. She'll consider it fate that she got my letter by mistake? What did she mean by that?

 

She looked me in the eye, a smile turning up the corners of her mouth. Her hand reached out slowly, giving me time to pull away, until it was resting gently on my cheek, her thumb rubbing small circles there. She leaned forwards until I could feel her breath on my lips. It felt like there was an electrical charge between us, making my nerves feel alive.

 

She stayed there for a moment, looking at me with what can only be lust. My heart soared. She felt the same way about me as I did about her!

 

I closed the distance between us myself, I couldn't stand the tension any longer. I put my hand on the back of her head, my fingers entwined in her hair, and pulled her lips to mine.

 

Her lips were so soft against my own and they tasted like strawberries. I felt my whole body light up at this one small touch. A fire had started in the pit of my stomach and it made me feel like I couldn't get enough of her.

 

I may have pulled her lips to mine but as soon as our lips met she immediately took control. One of her hands was on the back of my head, the other at my waist, pulling me tightly against her. Her lips parted my own and her tongue met mine. I moaned against her, nothing in my life had ever felt so wonderful.

 

We kissed for a little bit of eternity. A heat rising between us, the likes of which I had never felt before. All too soon she pulled away and I made a whining noise in protest.

 

Why did you stop?”

 

She kept her arms around me, trapping me close to her, “I don't want to stop baby but we can't do this here. Anyone could walk in and then we'd be in big trouble.”

 

I don't care.” I responded. I craved more of her so badly. I didn't want it to stop, not even for a second. I tried to pull her in for another kiss but she placed a hand on my chest, stopping my advance.

 

Well I do and so should you.” She explained, her voice firm, “If we get caught we'd have to stop. Permanently. I don't want that and I assume neither do you?” She asked and I shook my head vigorously.

 

I don't want that.” I whispered.

 

What time do you need to be home tonight?”

 

Normally I don't need to be home until around ten, when my dad gets home. I explained.

 

Good. You're coming home with me.” When she said this my heart leapt with joy.

 

 

Miss Mitchell had a lovely home. It wasn't overly big, I doubted her teachers salary would allow for anything too luxurious but it was beautiful. She'd decorated the living room in a lovely cream colour which made the room feel warm and calm. She had a fire place with a decorative mantle made of a light coloured brick, with pictures stood on top of it. A large flat screen TV was hung on the wall over it and across from it a cream fabric sofa with several light coloured cushions where Miss Mitchell sat, watching me look around the room.

 

I walked nervously around, admiring the paintings she had on the walls. They were all beautiful landscapes.

 

Did you paint these?” I asked, glancing at her.

 

No I didn't. My brother did. He's the artistic one in the family.” She explained with a small smile.

 

Oh.” I stood there, still looking around feeling very unsure of myself. I'd dreamt of being here all year and now that dream was a reality I didn't know what to do.

 

Come and sit down next to me.” She patted the space on the sofa next to her.

 

I walked over and sat down beside her but I didn't relax. I was too nervous. I sat perched on the edge of the sofa, as tense as a rubber band about to snap.

 

She laughed softly and reached out to stroke my back, “Relax baby. You have nothing to worry about. I don't bite. Well,” She paused, “Not unless you're into that.” She laughed again and I tried to laugh with her but it sounded forced.

 

She sat up straighter and moved closer to me, “Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen.” She murmured in my ear, her hand sliding up my back to touch the bare skin at the base of my neck.

 

Her touch did something to me. I felt heat along the lines she was tracing on my skin and I started to relax, the nerves washing off me. I let out a deep breath I hadn't realised I was holding.

 

Better?” She asked kindly.

 

Yes. Sorry.” I said, chuckling.

 

You have nothing to apologise for.” She pulled me close to her, until my head was resting on her shoulder with her arms around me. “We'll take this slow, okay? So how about for now we just talk and enjoy each others company?” She kissed the top of my head and I nodded.

 

We spent the rest of the night talking, getting to know each other better, learning about one another in ways we never had as student and teacher. I learnt that her first name was Caelynn, which I thought was beautiful. I learnt that her brother was younger than her and had real artistic talent but had been struggling to find work in the field. That she'd always had a passion for literature and even wrote her own stories in her spare time. She loved Shakespeare and her favourite play was 'A Midsummer Nights Dream' but also really enjoyed his sonnets.

 

I also shared details of my own life. That I had an older sister who'd moved out of my parents house a year ago but how we kept in touch and were still really close. How I also had a passion for literature and Shakespeare but my favourite play is 'Othello'. I explained how I didn't write my own stories but really wanted to one day and how I'd love to be a published author. I told her a story about how when I was younger my mum made me and my sister go to ballet lessons but gave up the idea when I managed to trip and fall off the stage and break my ankle.

 

We also spent a long time in silence, gazing at each other, our lips entwined. She kept true to what she'd said though and things never went further than us kissing. We both kept all our clothes on.

 

At the end of the night I felt like I was on cloud nine. I felt like we had really connected on a level that sex could never have achieved. I still wanted to get her into bed but us taking it slow and getting to know one another felt amazing.

 

That night I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

 

 

The next day at school Jessica practically pounced on me at lunch.

 

Where the hell were you yesterday? We were supposed to meet at mine after school but you didn't show. You didn't answer my texts either. I was really worried Al, I nearly phoned your parents.”

 

I'm really glad you didn't phone my parents. I don't think it's a good idea that they know where I was.” I explained, the giddy smile still playing on my lips.

 

Jessica caught on that it was nothing bad immediately, “Spill the beans then woman, where were you?” She demanded.

 

I was at Miss Mitchell's house.” I whispered after looking around to make sure we wouldn't be overheard.

 

Holy shit! You came on to her?” Jessica's eyes were wide in shock but she naturally wanted more details in typical girl fashion.

 

No, she came on to me.” Jessica gasped before I continued, “It turns out that I did accidentally give her my letter.”

 

And then what!?”

 

She attached a note to my coursework asking me to see her after class. I'm not going to lie Jess, I was terrified. I thought for sure she was going to have 'a talk' with me about how nothing can ever happen, blah blah blah, all that crap, before having me moved to another class. When she told me that she'd gotten my letter I tried to explain how she was never meant to see that.” I paused to collect myself but Jessica would not be kept waiting.

 

And what did she say? Come on Al, tell me everything already!”

 

She said how it must have been fate then.” I whispered, still not quite believing that last night hadn't been a dream, “And then we kissed.”

 

You kissed!? Where? In the classroom?” She asked, looking concerned.

 

Don't worry, nobody saw us. She did say we'd have to be more careful though, because if we got caught we'd have to stop permanently and she didn't want that.”

 

She really likes you Al! That's amazing!”

 

That's not the end of it. After that she asked me if I'd go home with her.” I was smiling like a Cheshire cat as I said this.

 

What!?” Jessica demanded, “And did you?”

 

I nodded, “I did. Nothing happened though. We cuddled and kissed and just talked. We got to know each other. I felt a real connection to her Jess. I think I'm falling in love with her.”

 

Aww, that's so sweet! So when are you seeing her next?”

 

I don't know yet. She said she'd get a message to me somehow.” I shrugged. I wasn't going to let anything get me down today.

 

Well, I'm happy for you Al.” Jessica said before hugging me.

 

You're not going to tell me I'm being stupid? I mean,” I dropped my voice so no one would hear, “I'm basically in a relationship with a teacher.”

 

Well. I do think you're being stupid for that.” She shrugged, “But the heart wants what the heart wants. I guess you keep it secret until the end of the year and once you leave school you can be together. Properly. Without fear of being caught.”

 

 

After lunch I decided that I wasn't going to wait for Miss Mitchell to get a message to me. I was going to send her one myself. I had finished my analysis of the last scene of Romeo and Juliet and could slip the message in there for her to see. The question was, what kind of message did I want to send? Just asking, 'When can I see you?' didn't seem right.

 

I thought about it all through my lesson after lunch and I got an idea. I asked the teacher ten minutes before the lesson ended if I could go to the library because I wanted to look something up. He agreed but told me it would be the only time he granted this request. I ran to the library as quick as I could and found what I was looking for. I wrote it down on a piece of paper and slipped it between the pages of my analysis before making my way to my English class.

 

As I entered the class room Miss Mitchell looked up and gave me a warm smile, before carefully replacing it with a more professional expression.

 

Good afternoon Alex.” She greeted me as she usually does.

 

Good afternoon Miss Mitchell.” I responded, trying to keep my voice from betraying anything as students filed into the room.

 

This lesson was spent analysing and discussing the next scene in Romeo and Juliet, where Romeo meets up with Mercutio and Benvolio but they get interrupted by the Nurse and Peter who have come to speak to Romeo.

 

Miss Mitchell wrote a quote on the board and as usual asked if anyone could tell her what it meant. It read:

 

'Pray you, sir, a word. And as I told you, my young lady bid me inquire you out. What she bade me say, I will keep to myself. But first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fools paradise as they say, it were a gross kind of behaviour, as they say. For the gentlewoman is young, and therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.'

 

I felt a lot more confident in answering her questions regarding this play now than I did before. I no longer had to fear letting slip in some small way how I felt about her. She already knew. So I raised my hand to answer the question.

 

Yes, Alex?”

 

The nurse is warning Romeo that if he is leading Juliet on that it would be a very horrible thing to do considering she's quite young and wouldn't be able to tell. She's basically wanting to know whether Romeo's feeling for her are sincere or whether he's simply leading her on. She also has a message for him from Juliet but is keeping it to herself for now.” I explained confidently.

 

Exactly. Good work Alex.” She smiled at me before carrying on with the lesson. Every time she looked at me it felt like my heart had grown wings and was trying to fly away with me.

 

At the end of the lesson I handed her my coursework, making sure that the note was still with it before leaving school and going round to Jessica's.

 

 

Caelynn Mitchell

 

I arrived home and sat down with a glass of wine, wishing that Alex was here with me again tonight. I hadn't invited her to come around because I was worried about someone noticing if we did it too often. I'd have to be patient. As soon as she left school we wouldn't have to hide any more and we'd be able to be together as often as we wanted. I sighed and fetched the coursework to mark out of my bag. The usual muttering ensued about idiot students who needed to pay attention.

 

Once I reached Alex's work I smiled. Her work was always concise and easy to read, her handwriting neat. There was very little I needed to correct on her work. As I went to look at the second page I noticed a small scrap of paper with her handwriting on it. I picked it up and couldn't stop my eyes from watering with emotion. Not only was she a good student but she had made the effort to remember what I'd told her about myself last night. I'd had partners in the past who never would have cared about my likes and interests, yet here was an eighteen year old who was putting in more effort than most partners I'd had who were my own age.

 

On the paper was written one of Shakespeare's sonnets. It read:

 

'Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

Thou art more lovely and temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date;

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometimes declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose thy possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and gives life to thee.'

 

Below the sonnet she had written her phone number and a note saying, 'I need to see you again. I need to confirm that last night wasn't a dream. Please text me when you want to see me.'

 

I mentally slapped myself, why hadn't I thought of that? I guessed I was just too caught up in finally having her in my arms that I forget about the wonders of modern technology. Just to be safe I didn't input her name in my phone and instead entered her number under the name 'A'. I typed quickly and sent her a message. I first explained that it was me before writing:

 

I got your note. Reading that sonnet made me cry I was so happy. You remembered! I want to see you too but don't want us to meet too often in case anyone gets suspicious.

 

It wasn't long until I got a response.

 

I didn't mean to make you cry but I'm glad you liked it. Of course I remembered, how couldn't I? Getting to know you was amazing and I wanted to remember every little detail. I know we need to be careful but I really miss you.

 

I smiled. She was just an amazing young woman and she was mine.

 

I miss you too baby. How about you come around to mine after school the day after tomorrow? Until then we can message as much as you want. As long as you're not messaging me at school. I've not entered your number in my phone under your name, I recommend you do the same with me.

 

We spent the rest of the night messaging each other and talking about whatever took our fancy. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this way about someone. It felt like I was ten years younger and in love for the first time all over again. Alex was truly an amazing woman.

 

 

Alex Summers

 

The next two days passed too slowly for my liking. I couldn't wait to see her again. We spent every evening and into most of the night messaging each other. We continued to get to know each other. We learnt that we both really liked musicals but also liked a bit of rock or metal music.

 

We spoke about our lives, how our days went. I learnt that there was a lot more work to being a teacher than what the students actually saw. She ranted to me about making lesson plans and trying to get students to engage with the materials she was trying to teach. I suggested for my class, to get them more engaged with Romeo and Juliet, that she have a film day and put on the version of Romeo and Juliet where Leonardo Di Caprio plays Romeo. I explained how the students might find it more interesting because even though they'd kept the dialect the same, they'd modernized everything else, to the extent that the swords were replaced with guns. She said she'd think on it.

 

I passed her another note in class the day after we started texting. It read:

 

What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine,

Nothing could keep us apart,

You'd be the one I was meant to find,

It's up to you, and it's up to me,

No one can say what we get to be,

So why don't we rewrite the stars?

Maybe the world could be ours.

 

It was lyrics from the musical 'The Greatest Showman'. I thought she might appreciate them. I was also reminding her that I remember the details she tells me about herself.

 

The day after I didn't pass her another note since I was going to hers after school but she managed to pass me one in the morning as we passed each other in the hall. She acted like she was simply passing along something I'd forgotten the previous day and handed me a folded piece of paper. I ran to the bathroom so see what it said. It read:

 

A heart full of light,

A night bright as day,

And you must never go away.

 

I recognised the quote instantly. It was from the musical Les Miserables. I smiled. She remembered the details I had shared as well. She knew that was my favourite musical.

 

I met up with Jessica at lunch as usual.

 

So how's it going?” She asked, keeping her voice low.

 

You know. The usual.” I shrugged.

 

I didn't mean in general you moron. How are things between you and you-know-who?” She smirked at me and I rolled my eyes in response.

 

That was the most cheesy Harry Potter reference I have ever heard.” I laughed.

 

She playfully slapped my arm, “Don't avoid the question. How's it going with her?”

 

It's okay.” I smiled, “Actually things are amazing. We've been texting a lot, and have even passed each other notes at school.” I explained.

 

You pass each other notes? What kind of notes?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

 

Not those kind of notes. Get your head out of the gutter.” I playfully shoved her. “I started it. The whole note passing thing. I passed her a note with one of Shakespeare's sonnets on it. She really likes them and I thought it would be romantic.” I shrugged.

 

Which sonnet?”

 

The one that starts with 'Shall I compare thee to a summers day.'” I explained.

 

Jessica gasped, “That's really romantic Al. What note did she pass you?”

 

Well I sent her another one yesterday. Lyrics to the song 'Rewrite the Stars' from The Greatest Showman.”

 

Again, really romantic.”

 

I nodded my agreement, “And then today she passed me this.” I handed her the note with the song lyrics written on it.

 

She sighed, “Maybe I should try and date a teacher. All the guys I've dated just care about getting into my pants. They have no sense of romance.”

 

Maybe that's just men?” I asked, trying to be helpful.

 

And you'd know, Miss I-Think-I'm-A-Lesbian?”

 

Point taken.” I conceded.

 

So when are you seeing each other again?”

 

Tonight.” I beamed, feeling ecstatic at feeling Miss Mitchell's touch again.

 

Are you going to, you know, do the deed?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows again.

 

Christ Jess, I don't know! It's not like people plan these things in advance.”

 

Some people do.” She shrugged.

 

Well I don't.”

 

And how do you know? You're still a virgin.” She looked at me pointedly.

 

For fuck sake Jess! You seem more interested in my sex life, or lack thereof, than I am! You jealous or something?” I asked, glaring at her.

 

The only thing I'm jealous of is that you seem to have found someone who really cares about you, pays attention to what you say and looks hot as hell. I need to find me someone like that.”

 

You will someday. I'm sure. I just got lucky.”

 

The rest of the day I could barely focus I was so excited. Even when I was in my English class. I didn't answer any questions and barely knew what was going on. Miss Mitchell didn't seem to notice or if she did she knew the reason why and was choosing to ignore it.

 

After school I went to her house as quickly as I could.

 

Standing at her front door I hesitated before ringing the doorbell. Now that I was here my excitement was replaced by nerves. I reminded myself what she'd said last time I was here. We didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do. The issue was I wanted to. I was just scared. I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

 

She opened the door and motioned me inside with a smile. As soon as the door closed behind me and pulled me into a warm embrace. I closed my arms around her, happily inhaling her scent. I know that I see her at school every day but it's just not the same as being in her arms.

 

I've missed having you in my arms.” She said, her words echoing my thoughts.

 

Same.” I murmured, not wanting to let her go.

 

She laughed, prying me away from her, “We have plenty of time for this baby. Would you like a drink? Tea, coffee or maybe wine?”

 

A glass of wine would be lovely.” Not wanting to be apart from her for a second I took her hand and followed her into the kitchen.

 

I hadn't been in the kitchen the last time I was here. It was just as lovely as the living room. White cupboards with black counter tops, and shiny appliances.

 

She went to the fridge and collected a bottle of red wine, then grabbed two glasses out of a cupboard, all the while only having one hand as I still refused to let go of her.

 

After we both had a glass of wine in hand we made our way to the living room, sitting next to each other on the sofa.

 

So how was your day? I noticed that you seemed to be having trouble focusing earlier.” She smirked at me, I was now positive that she knew the reason why.

 

It was okay.” I shrugged, “I couldn't focus because I was too excited..” I blushed.

 

She reached out and stroked my cheek, “You are so cute when you blush.” She smiled at me warmly, “But you need to try and focus at school, even when you are coming here. I know what you're capable of, you can't let your grades slip.”

 

I won't.” I promised her.

 

We got talking about our days in more detail and I even told her about my conversation with Jessica over lunch.

 

You told her about us?” She asked looking worried.

 

Don't worry. She won't tell anyone. It was actually her idea that I write you a letter. I was supposed to burn it afterwards though.”

 

Then I guess I have something to thank her for. If you hadn't written that letter we wouldn't be here now.” She smiled and lent over and kissed me. I could taste the wine on her lips. Her lips parted my own and our tongues met, sending a shock wave of pleasure through my body.

 

I expected her to back off and continue our conversation but she didn't. She continued to kiss me, one hand on my cheek and the other on my leg. Her hand slid back until it was in my hair, keeping my lips locked with hers as she stroked my thigh. I moaned against her lips, her touch felt amazing.

 

I hesitantly reached out and put my arms around her waist. I wanted to touch her but I was so nervous.

 

Her hand on my thigh started travelling up my leg slowly, tracing a path of fire wherever she touched me. When her hand was close to my centre though I panicked. I broke off our kiss and jumped up to my feet. I looked away from her, feeling embarrassed at my reaction.

 

What's wrong?” She asked breathlessly.

 

It's nothing.” I lied. How could I tell her the truth? That I really wanted to but I was terrified of the idea? That I was a virgin and had no idea what I was doing? What if she knew the truth and no longer wanted me? What if I was too inexperienced for her?

 

I heard her stand up and approach me. I expected her to touch me but she didn't.

 

Please don't lie to me Alex. That wasn't nothing.” She said, her voice calm but firm.

 

I just shook my head, small tears coming to my eyes.

 

Baby, talk to me.” She pleaded, her voice full of concern now. It was her concern that broke my resolve and therefore my silence.

 

I'm a virgin.” I whispered, half hoping that she hadn't heard me.

 

She reached out and turned me so that I was facing her. Her expression wasn't what I was expecting. There was no amusement, no sign that my revelation bothered her. “Remember, we don't have to do anything you don't want to do.” She reminded me.

 

I know but I do want to. I'm just scared.” I explained. She smiled at me kindly.

 

Okay.” She nodded to herself. “How about we take things one step at a time? Don't think about where we're going, just concentrate on where we are. At any point you want to stop all you have to do is say and I'll stop.” She reassured me.

 

I took a deep breath and nodded, “Okay. I'll try and do that.” I stood there stiffly, not sure what to do now.

 

She took a good look at me, noticing how tense I was before nodded to herself. She walked away from me and over to her stereo, putting on some slow music that I didn't recognise.

 

She walked back towards me and offered me her hand, “Dance with me.” This wasn't what I expected but I took her hand and she pulled me into her arms. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling her firmly against her. I timidly mirrored her actions.

 

We slowly danced in place, turning on the spot, until before I knew it I was resting my head on he shoulder, the tension I was feeling had vanished.

 

I sighed against her, “This is nice.”

 

Remember, focus on what we're going, not where it's going.” She whispered in my ear before kissing the top of my head.

 

We swayed in place for a bit longer before she started to progress things. It started out small, her hands around my waist began moving. She stroked my back for a while before she whispered, “Baby, look at me.”

 

I raised me head to look her in the eye. As soon as I was looking at her she pulled me into a slow leisurely kiss, her tongue meeting mine once again. One of her hands left my back to tangle in my hair. We kissed as we danced together.

 

The hand on my back started travelling south until it was resting on my buttock. I started to panic once again before taking her advice and staying in the moment. I tried to push all thoughts of where this was going out of my mind and simply enjoy her touch.

 

She seemed to sense my rising panic and didn't progress things further until I had calmed down. Once I was calm once again her hand became firmer, slowly massaging my bottom as her kiss became more insistent. I moaned softly, her touch was driving me wild. I tried to channel this feeling into confidence and managed to move my hands until I was cupping her bottom massaging in a similar manner.

 

She took this as encouragement and moved her hand around to the front of my stomach, lifting up my shirt slightly and touching the bare skin there. Her touch on my naked skin felt so much better than through my clothing and I craved more.

 

While tracing patterns on my skin her hand began to rise until she was cupping my breast over the top of my bra. She massaged the globe in a similar fashion as she had my buttock, driving me wilder with passion. I moaned again, hoping to encourage her. It was easy now to focus on the sensations she was causing instead of my fear. My mind was full of her, what she was doing, her smell and the feelings she was causing inside of me, chasing away my earlier fright.

 

She broke away the kiss and pressed her forehead to my own, her gaze mirrored my own. We both wanted more of each other.

 

Shall we move this to the bedroom?” She asked, her voice husky.

 

I took a deep breath and nodded.

 

She took my hand and led me up the stairs and into her bedroom. The decoration in this room was in contrast to the light colours I'd seen elsewhere in the house.

 

Her bedroom was decorated in dark warm colours. Her bed was made of a dark wood with crimson sheets. She pulled me along beside her and laid down on the bed, pulling me down beside her.

 

As soon as I was laying down her lips claimed mine once again. She moved until she was above me, her lips never leaving my own. While once arm held her up the other began to explore my stomach, this new angle giving her better access.

 

This time when she reached my breasts she slipped her hand underneath my bra and cupped the bare skin, her thumb stroking back and forth over my engorged nipple. Shots of pleasure seemed to travel from where her thumb connected down to my centre. I never would have expected that those two places were connected as much as they were.

 

I reached up and slipped my own hands under her shirt, feeling the soft skin of her stomach. I hesitantly made my way until I was cupping her breasts, massaging them as I had felt her do. She moaned and the sound was wonderful. I wanted to hear it again.

 

We continued to fondle each other, our passions driving higher until we were both moaning freely.

 

Suddenly she sat up, pulling me with her, before straddling my legs. She reached out and grasped the hem of my shirt, quickly lifting it off of me and throwing it to the floor. As soon as my skin was exposed she began to kiss as much as she could reach.

 

Her lips started at my neck, causing goosebumps to rise along with my pleasure. She kissed a path down my neck and along my collarbone. I threw my head back, breathing heavily. As she kissed her way further down my chest she reached behind me and unclasped my bra. Her lips left my skin long enough for her to also toss that aside before taking an engorged nipple between her lips.

 

The pleasure she had brought me with her hands with nothing in comparison to this. She sucked at my nipple as she brushed her tongue over the end, sending bolts through my body.

 

I reached down and tugged at the hem of her shirt, “I want to see you.” I whispered.

 

She sat up and let me remove her shirt and bra before pushing me back until I was laid down with her on top of me. Her weight on me felt wonderful along with her continued kissing and sucking of my breasts.

 

Her hand reached down and unbuttoned my trousers before slipping inside to touch my centre.

 

Her lips left my breasts to whisper in my ear, “You must be really enjoying this, you're sopping wet.” Before biting my ear lobe as her fingers found that sensitive nub, caressing it softly.

 

Oh!” I gasped as I began to climb higher, a warm feeling starting in the pit of my stomach.

 

Her lips met mine again, her tongue only increasing my pleasure as her fingers worked their magic on me.

 

Just as I was getting close to my orgasm she stopped.

 

Wh-What?” I asked, dazed.

 

She climbed off of me and quickly slipped off my trousers and pants so that I was laid there in front of her, completely naked.

 

My earlier fear began to rise again at that realisation and I moved my arms to cover myself.

 

She grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head, laying on top of me once again.

 

Never hide yourself from me. You are beautiful.” She whispered in my ear before kissing me.

 

Slowly she kissed her way down my body, paying special attention to my neck, then my breasts and nipples before kissing a path down towards me centre.

 

Oh fuck!” I moaned as her mouth reached my nether lips. I had never felt anything like this in my whole life. I didn't think there could be any better feeling.

 

She slowly licked me, but never touching the throbbing nub where I wanted her the most. She continued this torture until I was panting heavily, even pushing her tongue inside of me.

 

For gods sake Caelynn, please!” I begged finally, my resolve breaking. I couldn't take any more of her teasing.

 

She sat up and looked me in the eye, a devilish grin on her lips. She slowly began inserting a finger inside of me, slowly pumping it in and out, driving me wild.

 

What is it you want baby?” She asked cheekily.

 

I blushed, “You know what I want.” I whispered breathlessly.

 

I want to hear you say it.”

 

I struggled for a moment, all the while her fingers probed me, now more than one, massaging the walls inside of me.

 

Make me cum. Please.” I moaned out.

 

She smiled and lent down, taking my swollen clit into her mouth. She sucked it into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the end and I came. Hard.

 

Oh god! Oh god!” I moaned as the waves of pleasure shot through me.

 

She slowly licked me though my orgasm before laying next to me and waiting for my breathing to return to normal.

 

I rolled over to face her.

 

I think I'm falling in love with you.” I whispered, still feeling giddy from my earth shattering orgasm.

 

Says the girl who just came.” She laughed.

 

No, I'm serious. I think I'm falling in love with you Caelynn.” I reached out and pulled her against me, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

 

She kissed my forehead, “I think I'm falling in love with you too, Alex.”

 

I looked up at her and she reached down and kissed me tenderly. I could still taste myself on her lips.

 

I broke off the kiss and looked at her. She was so beautiful, I couldn't believe she was mine.

 

Do you want me to...” I broke off, giving a pointed look towards her crotch.

 

Only if you want to baby.” She said kindly.

 

I do want to but I'll admit I don't have any idea what I'm doing.” I admitted, feeling embarrassed at my lack of experience.

 

She kissed me tenderly, “Just do what you think you'd like.” She whispered against my lips.

 

But what if you don't like what I like?” I asked.

 

Just listen to me baby. You'll be able to tell when you're doing something right from my reactions.” She reassured me.

 

She pushed me up into a sitting position before laying down on her back and spreading her legs. I took a deep breath and positioned myself between her legs.

 

I'd never seen another woman 'down there' before. It looked pretty much the same as my own neither region. Caelynn shaved hers but left a little bit of fuzz on top in the 'landing strip' style. Her lips were pink and glistening with her juices. She must have really enjoyed going down on me.

 

I bent down hesitantly and gave her a tentative lick. She tasted similar to what I had tasted on her lips after she'd gone down on me but slightly different. Muskier somehow. It wasn't an unpleasant taste at least.

 

When my tongue touched her she gave a shaky gasp. I followed her advice and listened to her, paid attention to what she enjoyed the most. She liked it when I would swirl my tongue around her opening before plunging it inside. When I traced circles around her clit with my tongue her leg started to twitch slightly.

 

Following her soft moans and gasps I quickly had her writhing underneath me. I found that I enjoyed teasing her, a lot. Soon I had her begged me for release.

 

Ohhh...” She moaned as I avoided directly touching her now swollen nub once again. “Make me cum Alex, please!” She begged.

 

I giggled before giving her what she desired. Using the same technique she had used on me earlier I plunged a couple of fingers inside of her while taking her engorged clit between my lips and flicking my tongue wildly over it.

 

She gave a low grunt and twitched, her orgasm washing over her. Her legs clamped down on my head, holding me in place. I slowly licked her through her orgasm until her legs released me.

 

I climbed up the bed to lay beside her. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close.

 

That was amazing baby.” She kissed me slowly and leisurely.

 

We stayed as we were, naked in each others arms until it was time for me to leave and go home.

 

 

The next day at lunch Jessica pounced on me for information.

 

So? How was it? What happened?” She asked as soon as I'd sat down beside her.

 

It was good.” I said, blushing.

 

Jessica caught on immediately. She gasped, “Spill! Something happened because you're blushing! Tell me!” She demanded.

 

I looked around to make sure we weren't being overheard, “We had sex.” I whispered.

 

Jessica threw her arms around me, “I'm so happy for you Al! So how was it?”

 

It was amazing. I mean, the sex was good but it felt like we connected on a whole other level than what we have before. I even told her that I think I'm falling in love with her.” I explained as soon as Jessica had let me go.

 

And what did she say?”

 

She said that she thinks she's falling in love with me as well.” I smiled at the memory.

 

Jessica let out a very girly sounding shriek, “That's wonderful Al! So, when are you seeing her next?” She asked wiggling her eyebrows at me suggestively.

 

I don't know yet Jess. As I told you last time, we don't plan these things in advance.”

 

Alright, alright I'll stop bugging you on when you're going to stop seeing each other. Plus, I have some news of my own.” She smirked.

 

What?” I asked, curious. What could be more important to her than grilling me on my night with Miss Mitchell?

 

You know Ben?” She asked.

 

Ben Miller?”

 

She nodded before continuing, “He asked me out on a date!”

 

What!?”

 

Earlier on in our science class. We've been sat next to each other all year and have kind of been flirting and today he asked me if I wanted to go on a date with him.”

 

And what did you say?” I asked, curious. Jessica had never made any mentioned of being interested in Ben before.

 

I said yes!”

 

That's brilliant Jess! You'll have to tell me how it goes. When is it?” I hugged her warmly, sincerely happy for my friend.

 

Tomorrow night.” She beamed.

 

Well, I hope it goes well.” I smiled.

 

 

The next few months were the most amazing of my life. I would go round to Caelynn's house on average, twice a week. We would either hang out, cuddling and watching some TV program and sometimes engage in rather vigorous love making. I lived for the days where I would see her.

 

As the end of the school year approached I was nervous for my exams but it was overwhelmed by my excitement at not having to hide my relationship with Caelynn any longer. Due to the circumstances we had never actually been on a real date due to fear of being seen. We always stayed in at her house. Once I started exam preparations this didn't bother me too much as I would take my revision to hers with me and she would help me study.

 

Jessica and Ben began dating not long after their first date and were pretty much inseparable at school. This meant that Jessica could no longer interrogate me about my visits to Caelynn's house as Ben often joined us for lunch. I preferred things this way as I no longer had to worry about us being overheard.

 

In the middle of April something happened that started to cause problems between Caelynn and myself.

 

 

Caelynn Mitchell

 

Something was wrong with Alex.

 

She was sat next to me on the sofa studying for her upcoming exams and the first thing I noticed was that she was unusually quiet. The next thing I noticed was that she was in pain. Every time she bent slightly she'd flinch and suck in breath sharply.

 

I had asked her earlier if anything was wrong and she'd insisted that everything was fine. This only served to heighten my concern. If she wasn't willing to tell me it had to be something serious. We'd been a couple for around six months now and she'd never hidden anything from me before.

 

I watched her studying and wondered how best to approach the topic. I had an idea but it wasn't going to be pleasant and would most likely cause an argument. I couldn't just sit here and do nothing while something was so obviously seriously wrong.

 

The next time she got up to go to the bathroom I waited until I heard the door click and then followed, waiting outside the bathroom for her to reappear. As soon as she did I pouched on her, pushing her against the wall gently, trapping her lips against my own.

 

She kissed me back to begin with before shoving me away. This was out of character for her as well. I was normally the one to initiate anything intimate but she'd never pushed me away in this fashion before.

 

I kept my arms against the wall on either side of her. “What's the matter?” I asked, my tone serious.

 

Nothing.” She muttered, trying to shove me away again. I let her this time, but grabbed her hand in my own.

 

Alex baby, talk to me. I can tell that something's wrong.” I pleaded with her.

 

Nothing's wrong!” She snapped, making me flinch slightly but I didn't let go of her hand.

 

You've been quiet all night and you're clearly in pain.”

 

I said I'm fine!” She yelled at me, shaking my hand off hers and stalking back towards the living room.

 

I stood there for a moment, letting her go. I was now terrified. It was obviously something bad. Something she felt that she needed to hide from me. My mind was racing, thinking on the possible causes for her behaviour. I was almost certain I knew what it was. My teachers trained was serving me well.

 

I went back to the living room and found her crying softly, her work forgotten. I sat down beside her. I didn't make any move to touch her and simply waited.

 

She cried for around ten minutes before throwing herself into my arms. I comforted her, stroking her back, her hair until she calmed down.

 

Once she was a bit calmer I moved her so we were looking each other in the eyes. I took a deep breath.

 

Alex listen to me. I'm a teacher. We're trained to recognise certain behaviours in our students.” I explained calmly, “We're trained to recognise the signs of abuse so we can alert someone in the event that a student is being abused.” When I mentioned the word 'abuse' she flinched, fresh tears making tracks down her cheeks. “Who has hurt you?” I asked softly.

 

She just shook her head.

 

You can tell me Alex. You can trust me.” I took a deep breath. “I won't do anything without discussing it with you first.” I promised. I could get in trouble at school if anyone found out I'd made this promise but I rationalized it by telling myself that Alex was eighteen years old. She was legally an adult.

 

She took a deep breath before speaking.

 

I don't like hiding things from you.” She whispered.

 

I didn't say anything and waited for her to continue. It took her a few minutes but finally she spoke again.

 

It's my dad.” She muttered, looking away from me, “He… He hasn't done it in a while. It used to happen a lot more often. He'd go out and get drunk and when he came home he'd always be… Violent. It started out with him just hitting my mum.” She cringed at the memories as I listened, a sense of horror starting inside of me. “Eventually he turned on me and my sister. That's why my sister moved out as soon as she could.” She shrugged, “I thought he'd stopped drinking but yesterday he came home drunk again. I hid in my room, not wanting to anger him.” She cringed again, “He didn't like that. He shouted at me to come out and when I didn't he came in and started to… to...” She burst into tears once again.

 

I pulled her into my arms, trying to comfort her as much as I could, tears forming in my own eyes. I wanted to keep her in my arms forever but I needed to know how badly she was hurt.

 

Alex baby, can you show me what he did to you?” She stiffened in my arms. “Please. I need to know.” I pleaded with her, the concern in my voice was overwhelming.

 

She nodded and stood up in front of me. Tears still running down her face she lifted up the hem of her shirt.

 

What I saw made me gasp in horror. Her side and stomach was a mass of angry bruises, black and purple. Fresh tears formed in my own eyes.

 

He… He never hits me anywhere the marks would show. That's why no one ever noticed when… When I was younger.” She revealed.

 

This made it clear to me that when her father did this he was in full control of his actions. The drink may make him violent but he had enough control over himself to make sure he covered his tracks. I was no longer horrified or upset. I was livid. I wanted to hit this man myself, for ever daring to lay a finger on this girl.

 

You're staying here tonight.” I insisted, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. I didn't want her to think I was angry with her.

 

What if someone sees us?” She asked, concerned.

 

I don't care right now Alex. I can't let you go back there. Even if it causes me to lose my job. It's a price I'll gladly pay for your safety.” I stood up taking her in my arms.

 

I don't want you to lose your job!” She protested, “We're so close to the end of the school year! As soon as that happens we can be together. Properly. Without having to hide. I don't want to mess that up. Not now that we're so close!” She insisted.

 

I'm not saying we'll be reckless baby. We'll still be careful.” I reassured her before an idea came to mind, “Can your friend Jessica cover for you? Would she be willing to tell people that you've been at hers if they ask?”

 

I think she would.” I let her go and retrieve her phone.

 

It didn't take long for her to send the message to Jessica. She didn't explain about her dad, so I doubted that she'd even told Jessica about this. She just explained how she was wanting to stay at mine tonight and asked if Jessica could cover for her if anyone asked.

 

Jessica replied quickly saying of course she would cover for her. Alex then sent a quick message to her mum, telling her she was staying at a friends place but not mentioning who. When I asked why she explained, “I learnt not to tell her when things were bad with dad before. One time I did tell her and dad beat it out of her before coming to get me and take me home.” She shrugged.

 

We spent the rest of the night cuddled up on the sofa watching a film together. I really wished that our first full night together could have happened under better circumstances but I couldn't let her go back home. I wanted her here, where I knew she was safe.

 

Later on when we were laid next to each other in bed I spoke out.

 

Alex you have to tell somebody.” I said kindly.

 

She shook her head, panicked. “I can't. Nothing would come of it and then he'd just hit me more. Or hit mum more if he couldn't get at me.” She insisted. “I'll just wait until the end of the school year and then move out like my sister did.”

 

But that didn't stop him completely did it?” I asked her, “Yes, he stopped hitting your sister but he still hit you and your mum. If you move out he'll just carry on hurting your mum.” I tried to make her see reason, that she needed to tell someone, not just for her sake.

 

I can't!” She insisted, sounding terrified. I knew I couldn't push the topic any more right now so I let it drop and we both went to sleep wrapped in each others arms for the first time.

 

 

Alex Summers

 

The next morning before I left for school I managed to convince Caelynn to let me go home. I told her how people would start questioning me if I stayed here too often. I really didn't want to mess up our chances of making it to the end of the school year without people finding out about us. I promised her that I would tell her if anything else happened with me dad and that I would consider going to the police if it happened again.

 

What she'd said about me moving out at the end of the school year putting my mum at risk played on my mind. I knew she was right. The beatings didn't stop when my sister moved out. It just meant he had fewer targets.

 

I spoke to my sister, Lucy, about it. She agreed that I should go to the police. The reason she'd never said anything before was because she was scared. When she was still living with us she had similar fears as my own. That nothing would come of it and that dad would take it out on us for going to the police. When she moved out she was still scared of going to the police in case he took it out on me or our mum because he couldn't get to her.

 

I explained to her that I had the same fears and she understood. She said that I should really consider it if things got worse. I promised her that I would.

 

The next month passed without incident. I starting thinking that maybe it was a once off with dad. I was also very preoccupied because at the end of May our exams started. This signalled a countdown inside my head until I could be with Caelynn properly without fear of being caught.

 

I still went to her house as often as I could and she'd helped me study. She didn't bring up the situation with my dad again other than to check that nothing else had happened.

 

 

Caelynn Mitchell

 

I was sat on the sofa enjoying a class of wine thinking about Alex. I knew that she was as eager for the year to be over as I was and I was finding it difficult to contain that feeling. I had been thinking of asking her to move in with me once the year was over. She was adamant that she was moving out of her parents house anyway so I figured why shouldn't she move in with me? We'd probably have to give it some time beforehand though. Just so people didn't ask questions.

 

Suddenly there was a loud insistent knocking at my door.

 

Who the hell?” I asked myself aloud. Alex wasn't supposed to be coming round today. She'd had her last exam today and was going to be staying over tomorrow night to celebrate.

 

There was another, louder knock again. I stood up and opened the front door.

 

It was Alex.

 

She was crying, there was a cut on her forehead and she seemed to be struggling to keep one eye open.

 

Oh my god! Alex, what's wrong? Has something happened?” I asked, dragging her inside so I could look at her. She was holding her side, cringing every time she took a step forward.

 

It happened again. This time was worse than before. I ran and this was the first place I thought of.” She managed to speak between sobs.

 

I wrapped her in my arms, confirming to myself that she was more or less in once piece. I led her through to the living room. I sat her down on the sofa and went to get the first aid kit from the kitchen.

 

I sat down next to her and set to work cleaning her up using antibacterial wipes on the cut on her head. Luckily the cut didn't seem too deep.

 

What happened?” I asked softly.

 

Dad came home. Drunk. More so than usual.” She flinched as I dabbed her head, at the pain or the memory I wasn't sure. “He started hitting mum and she let slip that I was planning on moving out after school finished.” She sighed, “I shouldn't have told her.” Fresh tears started falling down her face, “So he turned on me. I don't know why it bothered him so much that I was planning on moving or why it set him off so much.”

 

It's about control.” I explained, “If you move out he can't control you any more.” I took a deep breath before continuing, “And I think he lost control this time.”

 

She looked at me, puzzled, “What do you mean? It's the drink that makes him do this. He doesn't know what he's doing.” She insisted.

 

I shook my head, “It's not baby, at least I don't think it is. Last time you mentioned that he never hit you anywhere that it would show. That tells me that even though the drink makes him violent, he's the one in control. You moving out must have made him lose that control.” I put the wipes in the bin. “Let me look at your side.”

 

She stood up carefully and lifted her shirt. I stared on in horror. It certainly was worse than last time. Most of her side was black and part of her stomach.

 

I'm going to take you to the hospital. Just in case you have any broken ribs.” I insisted.

 

No!” She insisted before we heard a commotion outside.

 

 

Alex Summers

 

Alex! I know you're in there!” He yelled from outside, before there was a crash. It sounded like he'd kicked over a bin.

 

I started shaking and panicking, “Oh my god! It's him. How did he find me?”

 

It's your dad?” Caelynn asked, a weird expression on her face as she lifted the curtain slightly to look outside.

 

Yes but I don't know how he knew I was here. The only person who knows about us is Jessica and I know she wouldn't have told him.”

 

Alex! Get out here now!” He demanded from outside.

 

I'm calling the police.” Caelynn said, whipping out her phone and dialling before I could speak.

 

I started to pace, feeling somewhat like a trapped animal as Caelynn started speaking to the police on the phone.

 

Hello, I need the police please.”

 

Alex! If you don't come out here right now I swear I will break down the door!” He shouted outside, this time from right outside the front door. I fled upstairs into Caelynn's bedroom and she followed, still on the phone.

 

I'm a teacher and I've had one of my students show up at my house tonight because her dad beat the living crap out of her and he's just showed up outside of my house demanding that she come out.”

 

I continued my pacing terrified that my dad would follow through with his threat and break down the door.

 

Can you make it quick please? He shouted that if she didn't come out he'd break down the door.” She paused, “Yes I'll stay on the phone until the police arrive but we're hiding upstairs at the moment just in case he does actually break down the door.” She grabbed my wrist, stopping my pacing and pulled me against her. I inhaled her scent, trying to feel safe.

 

A minute or two later we started to hear banging on the door. I screamed and started to hyperventilate.

 

How far away are they? It sounds like he is trying to break the door down.” She paused before turning to me, “They won't be long now Alex. Don't worry.”

 

A few minutes later we heard a car pull up outside. Caelynn went downstairs, leaving me in the bedroom. I wished her bedroom was on the front side of the house so I could see what was going on. Instead I slowly crept my way outside of the bedroom and looked down the stairs at the front door.

 

A second later Caelynn appeared from the living room and opened the front door to a policewoman. She led the policewoman to the living room before turning to see me at the top of the stairs.

 

Alex, they've arrested your dad and would like to speak to you. Can you come down?” She asked softly.

 

I could only shake my head. I couldn't believe they'd arrested him. It didn't seem possible.

 

It's okay. You're safe and I'll be with you the whole time.”

 

She managed to coax me down the stairs and into the living room where the police woman was waiting.

 

With help from Caelynn I told her about the abuse at the hands of my father. She asked for contact details for my sister so they could go and speak with her as well. She seemed confident that my dad would be going to prison for a long time, even if my mum didn't want to testify against him. She took pictures of my injuries and drove me to the hospital to get checked out.

 

Caelynn sat beside me through it all. The doctors gave me an x-ray and said that I did have a cracked rib. They patched me up and said I was fit to go home. I asked Caelynn if I could stay at hers and she agreed. She told the police that if they needed to contact me that could find me at her place as she'd said I could stay there until I felt ready to go home.

 

 

After school ended I moved in with Caelynn. We kept up the pretence for a while that I just wasn't ready to go home yet and after a few months we came out to everyone that while I had been staying there we'd fallen in love with each other. Now that I was no longer her student we didn't have to hide.

 

My dad was convicted under multiple charges and was sent to prison for more than ten years. Both myself and my sister testified against our dad in court. My mum was a lot happier without my dad around and my sister had started visiting again. Life slowly started to improve. I went to university to study English Literature and Caelynn helped me out with my assignments.

 

A year after I left school Caelynn and I went to a restaurant to celebrate our first anniversary.

 

 

I looked across the table at Caelynn. She was so beautiful. The past year together had been fantastic, no longer having to hide. Sure, some people found it weird that I was dating my former teacher but I didn't care because I was happy.

 

Living together had been an adjustment, you never truly knew a person until you lived with them. I'd learnt that quickly. Caelynn had a thing for the house being clean. So much as a dirty plate left on the counter was a big issue for her. There were good things I'd learnt since living with her as well. I could always tell when she was stressed, without her having to tell me because she'd start twitching in her sleep at night. Relaxing on the sofa with her every night was amazing, even if we didn't really interact with each other. We just enjoyed each others presence.

 

Are you enjoying your meal?” Caelynn asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

 

It's brilliant.” I smiled at her, “You?”

 

It's delicious. We should come here more often.” I nodded my agreement as I took another bite of my steak.

 

I'd noticed that Caelynn had been a bit nervous all evening. Even though she said she was enjoying her food she hardily touched it and drank more wine than usual. I thought that this wasn't the place to ask so I made a mental note to ask her once we got home.

 

Once we were finished with our mains Caelynn asked the waiter if we could have a bit of time before we ordered desert.

 

Alex, this past year has been the best of my life.” She started, reaching out to take my hand. I looked on, curious as to where she was going with this. Was this a soppy anniversary speech? “I never imagined that I could love someone as much as I love you. Living with you has been amazing, even if you do my head in sometimes.” She chuckled, “Coming home to you every day is more than I could have ever asked for.”

 

She paused here and I noticed that the music playing in the restaurant had changed, it sounded familiar but I couldn't quite place it.

 

I cannot put into words how much you have changed my life. So instead I am going to recite something to you that I'm sure you will recognise.” She smirked before reciting, keeping my hand firmly in her own:

 

'Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

Thou art more lovely and temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date;

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometimes declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose thy possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:'

 

Here she paused and keeping my hand in hers she gracefully slid off her chair and down on one knee in front of me. I gasped, tears forming in my eyes. Was she really doing what I thought she was doing? The whole room was silent watching our exchange and I finally recognised the music. It was an acoustic version of 'Rewrite the Stars'. She continued with the last couplet while pulling out a small black box from her pocket:

 

'So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and gives life to thee.'

 

She took a deep breath, tears in her eyes, “Alex Summers, I love you more every day that I spend with you. I know it may seem too soon but I can't wait any longer to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

 

My tears were flowing freely down my cheeks and I nodded, “Yes.”

 

Caelynn slid the ring onto my finger before leaning over and pulling me into a warm embrace, our lips meeting while our tears mixed.

 

She was mine. For the rest of our lives.


Submitted: November 06, 2020

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