The Runaway (closed)

[MadMissJ]

Jackie had sworn that the minute she turned eighteen she was going to leave. She’d been saving up for the exact day, minute, second. And that morning she’d decided to go. A high school senior she’d been too poor to ever really be one of the most popular kids, though she was well liked and had spent some time with a few boyfriends. Her daddy was a drunk, and her mother had left some time ago, just before Jackie had entered high school, leaving the lone girl to fend off her father’s friends on poker night, and investing in a bar across the inside of her door.

With a back pack and duffle bag in hand, she’d waited by the door. She hadn’t seen her father for at least a week, who knew when or if he was coming back, she didn’t even bother to lock the door after she slipped out. The minute the screen door closed behind her she felt the panic settle in her stomach, but it was one foot after another, until she broke out into a run down the driveway.

In school she was a dedicated gymnast and math student. Each of her teachers knew very little about her situation, except one, her very favorite teacher. She could confess anything to him.

Strange that he was on her mind as she was leaving. Maybe she’d catch a bus outta this town, she didn’t really want to stop and say goodbye to anyone.

But she wanted to stop and say goodbye to him.

That lead her to his front door, he’d said that if she had problems at home she could talk to him. Well, being abandoned by the only parent she had left was about as big as problems could get.

She raised her hand to knock on the door, butterflies fluttering in her nervous stomach.

[vin_26m]

Jack Cox lay in bed stroking his cock furiously. He always got so turned on when he smoked, and his mind went in all sorts of inappropriate directions.

He had to balance out his strict, intellectual, occasionally irreverent persona with his raunchy, vulgar side. Besides, it was all in his head. He wasn't harming anyone, and he never would.

His mind drifted, as it often did, to one of his favorite students. Because of Jackie's situation at home, the generosity of anonymous donors, her academic talents, and her athletic skills, Jackie earned a full scholarship for four years at her all-girls school.

She happened to be in his math class for four straight years. She grew up into a beautiful young woman. Graduation came and went, and Jack figured that she would follow the footsteps of the hundreds of students before her, out of his life forever.

In the meantime, he thought about her. He could make himself stay hard for hours using tantric techniques and juggling thoughts of varying naughtiness about her. He cared for her deeply, but she still turned him on.

There was a knocking at the door.

What... the... fuck.

He thought about just answering the door naked and with a hard-on. He laughed, but threw on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, prepared to tell the delivery guy to go to the other door.

He hid the paraphrenelia and sprayed some Febreze.

He peeked out the window and saw... Jackie?

It's a good thing he just came out of the shower and shaved. But what was she doing here?

More knocking. Now or never. He looked around and the place was pretty clean. He adjusted his now semi-hard cock a bit, hiding it under his shirt.

He opened the door.

"Jackie? Hey, what are you doing here? Are you okay?" he looked at her backpack and dufflebag. "Going somewhere?"

He wondered it this was okay. He taught her, but she graduated. And he couldn't turn her away if she came for help.

"Come inside, Jackie. Sit down. Tell me all about it."

[MadMissJ]

Jackie had always been a beautiful girl. Even her teacher Mr. Cox had told her a time or two when she’d gone to him with little insecurities. It wasn’t easy for a girl who had no parental guidance to speak of to be sure of herself in this strange and dangerous world.

She had at least been picked first in the gene pool lotto. Pretty strawberry blond hair that curled gently around her shoulders, blue eyes, a pouty mouth, her breasts were perky and hips generous. She could fill out a skirt and tank top, which she was doing at the moment she stood on her math teacher’s doorstep.

And thank goodness he answered, but the moment he did, Jackie found her lip quivering.

Her resolve had been so set, and yet here she was doing the one thing she promised herself she wouldn’t.

Saying goodbye.

She cast her eyes down toward her tennis shoes and shook her head, sending all that long hair floating around her.

“I don’t know why I’m here, Mr. Cox.” Her voice sounded weary, far more tired than a girl of eighteen rightfully should sound. But then again, Jackie had to deal with far more than any regular teen.

When he invited her in, her gaze rose up to focus yet again on her hero. The smile she gave him was a watery one, but it was a smile none the less.

“Thank you.” She moved to brush by him and enter the house. Her shoulder sliding just along his, when she made a move to set down the heavy bags and move toward the couch in the living room.

“My Dad left. I think. He didn’t leave a note, he could be out drinking again, but if he comes back…I’m afraid...” And Jackie was, she shivered at the thought of being home when her father returned.

“I’m eighteen, I guess I should be out on my own…But I don’t really know where to start…I thought you could maybe give me a tips…or something.” She knew it sounded lame, but she didn’t want to tell him that he was the only person in the whole town she’d bothered to come say goodbye to.

“You know…since you were my favorite teacher and all.”

[vin_26m]

"Do you... have any family? That you can go to?"

He led her to the couch with a hand in the small of her back, sat next to her and saw her looking around at the stuff in his living room, at the pictures of his family, his friends, his classes and his teams, at the huge homemade thank you cards autographed by former players and students.

He could tell she really didn't have anyone.

"Look... if you can't go home... and if you have nowhere else to go... I guess you can stay here?"

[MadMissJ]

She was baffled, so much so that that her baby blue’s could only blink in his direction.

“R-really?” The word stumbled from her mouth.

“Mr. Cox…” In that instant she flung herself at him. Her arms wide to catch around his neck, she hugged him as tight as she dared, practically in his lap, and definitely pressed against him in a strictly frowned upon way.

She closed her eyes and buried her face against his neck.

“I don’t have anyone…” Her voice was muffled against him; Jackie tried to blink away the moisture gathering in her eyes so he wouldn’t feel the hot tears that wanted to gather there.

The girl pulled back, arms still around him now with a mouthful of promises.

“I swear I won’t be a bother, I’ll clean…I’ll cook…I’ll stay completely out of your hair, I promise.” The smile on her face was wide.

“I mean, I can do anything you want, Mr. Cox. Just tell me, I can make sure it’s done, it’ll be like having your own personal slave at home!” She giggled her face bright with hope.

“I’ll take care of you, just wait and see. You won’t regret this.”

[vin_26m]

His body stiffened up as she pressed herself into him, wrapping her arms around him.

He was sometimes surprised with hugs from students. He never came off as the affectionate type even though he craved it.

He didn't think any of them could possibly have a crush on him, but he had some fans, and when they were overwhelmed with their feelings and had to show them to him physically with a hug, he made sure just to keep his hands to his sides, not hugging them back, no matter how much they push themselves up against him and bury their face in his chest.

He thought it was okay to react that way - he wasn't initiating the contact so it wasn't his fault, and he wasn't pushing them away so he wasn't insulting them.

He was almost on the verge of reflexively giving a slightly admonishing speech, but he remembered that he wasn't in school, that she wasn't his student anymore, and that she really did need someone.

He hugged her back, like he wanted to so many times.

He kept his hands on her sides as she pulled back.

"Okay, okay," he said, failing horribly at suppressing a smile at her sudden emotional turnaround.

"It's only temporary, until you get on your feet. We'll find you a job, get you in school, get you your own place. We'll figure everything out."

He reached past her, leaning in toward her again, to the tissue box on the table behind her, his cheek brushing against hers. He could have sworn he felt her eyelashes ticking his cheek.

He gave her some tissues, letting her wipe away the tears of sadness and the tears of joy running down her cheeks.

"I guess I should give you the tour. This is the living room. I spend a lot of time here watching baseball and playing games."

He stood up and helped her to her feet. Their hands kind of went for each other, and neither of them let go.

"This is the kitchen, where apparently you'll be doing some cooking and cleaning. As you can see, I don't really do dishes. I just do coffee mugs and teaspoons."

"This is the door to my office, where I... work on... stuff. I'd rather you not come in here. It's a mess but there's a certain order to it."

"This is the bathroom. Don't be too impressed by the cleanliness of it. A cleaning lady came by a couple of days ago."

"And this is my bedroom. I was... napping when you came knocking." He wondered if the smell of his "medicine" or his "activity" was still in the room. "This is where you'll be sleeping. I'll sleep on the couch in the living room while you're here."

He felt is back ache just from saying that - he's fallen asleep a couple of times reading while lying on the couch, and he always regretted it the following morning.

[MadMissJ]

She relished the feeling of his arms around her. Maybe it was selfish, but she was lonely. Only Jackie was the worst kind of lonely, the kind that didn’t know it yet.

As her former teacher started to tell her what the plan was, getting a job and a place of her own she nodded along, agreeing wholeheartedly. The girl didn’t want to be a bother to him; her goal would be to get out as soon as possible. But she wouldn’t deny that living in a house where she didn’t have to be frightened of the other occupant did hold its appeal.

Maybe it was insecurity that made her hold his hand, maybe she’d been alone far to long and craved that small bit of human contact…but she didn’t let go of her hold on him for the tour around the house. He showed her the kitchen, Jackie already thinking in her head just what she could make that would endear herself to her newest roommate, and she noticed the mugs and spoons and laughed a little. Obviously, Mr. Cox needed a woman’s touch around the house.

Next was his office, and Jackie couldn’t agree quickly enough that she wouldn’t step foot in it.

“Oh, I won’t Mr. Cox. I’ll leave it alone, I promise.” She smiled as they continued on to the bedroom. And indeed there was a faint whiff of something still hanging in the air, however, Jackie was too polite to say anything, and once he’d said he was sleeping on the couch, she was already protesting.

“I can’t kick you out of your room!” Her hand squeezed around his, looking back up at her math teacher.

“I can sleep on the couch; it’s not a big deal.” Beside she’d sat on that couch already, she didn’t really think it was one you wanted to fall asleep on.

Now she did finally separate from him, moving back toward her bags.

“I can just keep my stuff in there so it’s not all over the living room.” Her smile was cheerful, as was her mood.

“Is there anything you’d like me to make for dinner? Do you have any food in the house?” The last question was the most important.

[vin_26m]

"Well, I insist you at least sleep in the bed tonight. You have been through a lot today, and one night on the couch won't kill me."

He opened his closet, which was more than half empty. He then pulled out a couple of drawers in the dresser. "If you want, you can put your stuff here. There's room, and I never got around to putting stuff there."

In the kitchen he opened the fridge. "As you can see, I have a wide variety of groceries." The fridge had a bottle of ketchup, some eggs, milk, juice, soda, beer, bottled water and a Brita.

"Yeah, well, lately I've been eating out a lot. In fact I was going to pick up some rotiserrie chicken after my workout, which, shit, I mean, shoot, I, uh, have to run to now."

He grabbed his bag and headed for the door. "I'll be back in about an hour and a half with food for both of us. I usually just eat in front of the TV," he looked at the kitchen table, almost sadly, "Make yourself at home!"

[MadMissJ]

And then she was standing in the house by herself.

Mr. Cox had rushed out in such a hurry, that she really wasn’t sure what to do with herself without some instruction. In the matter of an hour or so she’d gone from abandoned and homeless to his home and housekeeper. Not one to waste time, Jackie took her clothes and a few trinkets she’d had and packed them away next to her teacher’s things. She’d tried to shove all of the stuff into her designated drawers, but ended up hanging some things next to his. It was strange to see little feminine things in such a masculine room, but there were her dresses, slinky and sexy next to his shirts and pants.

She smiled.

It was like playing house.

Jackie had some time to kill, so she wandered a little around the house, foregoing the obvious choice of watching TV until he got back, she chose instead to look in drawers and closets in the house. The laundry list of things she found were indeed eclectic and interesting.

First off there was the culprit of the smell in the bedroom, she had to giggle a little as she picked up a bong and twirled it a little in her hands before putting it back in the drawer, and moving to look around the bathroom and kitchen.

When she found some wine and candles, Jackie’d been hit with an idea. If she couldn’t make dinner that would make him happy, at least she could make the table.

A little more searching and the table was set. Dishes were set properly along with napkins and silverware. Glasses for water and for wine were set out; she even knew enough to open the bottle of red to breathe. And though she would feet bad about it later, she’d snuck around to his neighbor’s yard and pilfered a few flowers to put inside a glass to complement the candles she lit just before he said he would be home.

It was picture prefect.

The only thing missing was dinner.

When she heard the doorknob turn, Jackie bounced up and out of the kitchen, rushing to meet Mr. Cox at the door.

“I have a surprise.” She giggled. Reaching out to try and take one of the bags he seemed burdened with.

“Let me help you.” The blond peeked over the top with twinkling eyes.

“How was the work out?”

[vin_26m]

He walked in and his eyes went wide. His face went from a slight wince in pain, to a "Wow," and back to pain.

He gave her the bags as he took in what he was seeing. Was this even his kitchen?

He felt something in his heart and it radiated out of to the rest of his body. It was like an orgasm, but different.

He realized Jackie was studying his reaction. He composed himself, played it cool, and said, "So what's the surprise?"

Then he just went up to her a gave her a hug.

"Thank you," he said. "Oh sorry, I changed my shirt but I'm still a little sweaty."

He thought about an article he read about women and the scent of a man's shirt.

He turned back to the kitchen, one arm around her, both of them looking at the kitchen.

"Really, this is amazing."

He looked down at her, thought about kissing her, then decided to wait.

"The workout... I'm a little hurt. I think I pulled something."

He sat on the couch, rubbing his shoulder.

[MadMissJ]

She’d almost been crushed when he’d jokingly asked her what the surprise was. But the hug and the thank you that quickly followed was more than worth the little worry.

But it was obvious that he’d hurt himself while he was out, and though he hugged her and they’d admired the cozy little scene of a romantic dinner for two, he’d been over come by the pain in this shoulder and had to go sit down.

“Hang on one minute, I’ll help you out.” Jackie quickly went to work, putting away the groceries that weren’t needed, and setting out the chicken and sides that Jack had picked up.

She twirled and whirled around the kitchen like she’d been living there for weeks rather than hours, and had a glass of wine poured, and was walking out with it with a smile on her face, in an effort to make him more comfortable.

“Here…this will relax you a little.” Jackie handed the glass over and sat on the armrest of the couch, noticing that Jack was trying to rub at the offending shoulder himself, she tisked him and brushed his hand away, leaning into him to rub at the muscles over his back, shoulders and neck.

“There, doesn’t that feel better?” She purred, so proud of herself.

“You can drink a glass of wine, dinner is on the table, I’ll give your shoulder a rub until it feels better…” She was talking, but it was hard to tell if it was for Jack, or just ticking down some mental list that Jackie had going.

“It’s hard to reach your shoulder this way.” Suddenly Jackie stood, and walked around in front of Jack, reaching on either side of his head to massage the muscle that way.

“Oh this is much better!” she knelt down, one knee on either side of his, hands working away.

They were now face to face, and Jackie grinned.

“Can I ask you something Mr. Cox? It’s a little personal…but…can I?”

[vin_26m]

"Oh, that feels much, much better, Jackie," he said, taking a sip of the wine that he forgot he had.

When she straddled his leg, he considered what to do with his hands, and he placed them on her hips.

He looked into her eyes up close and smiled, "Sure, Jackie, you can ask me anything." He thought about kissing his former student again.

[MadMissJ]

“Well, I was putting away my things and I noticed you know…the empty drawers, and the empty one side of the closet, and in the bathroom there are women’s soaps and stuff. I was thinking that maybe, you’d perhaps…” She couldn’t really spit out what she wanted to ask without seeming rude. Jackie let out a deep sigh, her chest rising and falling between them.

“Was someone else here? What happened?”

[vin_26m]

She kept on massaging him while she asked him her questions. He started rubbing her thighs in response. The mutual massage caused them to rub up against each other a bit.

He found himself getting harder and harder, but it felt good. After all, it was her making him feel this way, so his hardening, thickening cock was for her.

He watched her chest rise and fall, her breasts pushing toward him, her cleavage peeking out of her t-shirt.

"I used to live with a girl, but things didn't work out so well. She was... the exact opposite of you. She would have never even thought of actually doing what you've done for me."

He looked at her lips, licking his own, then looked into her eyes.

"I've dated since then, but nothing serious."

He thought for a moment.

"What about you? Anyone in your life? If not, how long ago?"

[MadMissJ]

This was…well, Jackie couldn’t really explain what this was.

She swallowed a little nervously as Mr. Cox’s hands began to massage her thighs. She couldn’t say that she’d been terribly familiar with the sensation of someone’s hands on her body before. Everything seemed so in rhythm, their bodies rocking with each pass of each other's hands.

Jackie upon hearing about her teacher’s Ex, gave a soft little sound of sadness.

‘I’m sorry, Mr. Cox.” And she genuinely did seem so, her eyes were on him, so wide and trusting, with that underlying sadness that always laced the lovely blue orbs.

“You’re a good guy. You deserve someone special.” She wiggled to adjust herself, sitting her bottom on his knees so she could sit back and watching him. Jackie wanted to please him, but his hands on her were so distracting, more than once she’d had to pause and close her eyes against the tingling that shuttered up her spine.

“Oh no.” Jackie laughed now, when her companion asked about boys. It was hard to meet boys when you went to an all girl school….

“All girl school, I was never allowed to bring anyone home or go over other people’s houses…But um…” Now was probably not the time to talk about fending off her father’s friends.

“You know. I was noticed a little…”

[vin_26m]

"That's too bad, Jackie," he said to her, looking into her eyes. "You're a good girl. A great girl. You deserve someone special, too."

His hands stopped moving on her thighs for a moment, then slowly lifted up, barely grazing her breasts, and cupped her face.

He caressed her soft skin, her cheeks, her ears, the sides of her neck.

He held her face in his hands, gently rubbing his thumb across her chin, relaxing her mouth.

He puts his arms around her body while hers were around his neck.

He pulled her in close, then kissed her and held her.

[MadMissJ]

Did she deserve someone special? Jackie had never really thought about it. She always figured that what happened to her mother would happen to her, heck, she’d been willing to leave with anyone who would have offered to carry her away at one point.

But here she was, her handsome teacher running his hands along her body, his thumb, caressing her lip as he told her what a great girl she was.

Maybe this was just what Jackie needed to get back on her feet. She didn’t put up a fight once he started to reel her into him, leaning up against his chest and letting the older man take the lead.

She was eager, her kisses spoke volumes of that, but she was also very innocent, the little squeak that bubbled up from her when her arms sagged to wrap around his neck was like a sound of surrender.

“Oh…wow.” Jackie paused, looking even more wide eyed at Jack.

“I don’t think I did that right…” Her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink as she blushed.

“You may have to show me again.”

[vin_26m]

"I think you did it perfectly, Jackie," he said, running his hands over her back and thighs. "But let me make sure."

He pulled herin again, kissing her the same way, but holding it longer.

He sucked on her upper lip, then her lower lip, then he let her do the same to him.

After she mastered that, he had her open her mouth so their tongues could play with each other too.

[MadMissJ]

He was teasing her again, Jackie smiled.

His hands were everywhere, and her hips were now settled against his, the apex of her thighs rubbing against the hardness of his. She wiggled suddenly, while Mr. Cox sucked on her lower lip, urging her to try it out.

Good lord, but she was getting restless, shifting this way and that to relieve that wonderful pressure his kisses were causing.

When she opened her mouth, to let the man of the house caress her tongue, it caused at first a surprise, then a very satisfied moan. She tentatively flicked at his, wanting to please him, trying to emulate his movements.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this…I want you to touch me.” She confessed softly, leaning in to kiss him again, this time more boldly.

"I feel so hot, Mr. Cox..."

[vin_26m]

He kept kissing her as he pulled off his shirt, baring his chest. His chest was firm but not huge, his stomach muscles flexing.

He helped her pull her shirt off, also.

Seeing the exposed flesh, he dived in.

He started by kissing the sides of her neck and her collarbones.

He moved lower, kissing across her chest, from one bra strap to the other.

He cupped her breasts in his hands, kissing her mouth again.

His fingertips went under her bra straps, pulling them off her shoulders.

[vin_26m]

He couldn't believe what was happening. He felt so depressed and lonely, and suddenly a beautiful angel just floated to his doorstep.

This wasn't just a hookup. They've known each other for such significant parts of their lives. There was already a deep bond there.

It was being redefined, expanded. There was so much more he could teach her, outside of a classroom. There were things she could teach him too, returning the favor.

He wondered if other couples met this way. His friend's mom married her professor after being his TA and they've been together for 30 years. He wondered if this could happen for him with Jackie.

[MadMissJ]

Under her alert gaze their shirts were removed. At first Jackie had made a move to cover herself, a little embarrassed at the thought of being here with just her bra and skirt on.

But Jack seemed to want to devour her; his lips were where his hands had once been, leaving a trail of kisses and moisture across her shoulders and the flesh overflowing her bra. She watched with keen interest, her lip parted with excitement, barely breathing for fear she would undo this spell.

When he cupped her breast, Jackie jumped, but the kiss on her lips kept her firmly in the man’s lap. His fingers running along her nipples was so new that when they hardened, Jackie almost started to protest.

But his hands moved away and up to remove her bra straps from her shoulders.

She gulped.

She trusted Mr. Cox, he’d been her math teacher for four years, he’d even handed her diploma. The girl had been able to tell him about home life, she’d been able to confess when she’d been scared…and now she confessed even more, when her fingers in turn ran from his neck and down his shoulders, over those strong arms that had encircled her and drew her to him.

Her tongue licked across her puffy, well kissed lips before she opened her mouth with her question.

“Do you…will you put your mouth…there?” She looked down to where his hands were on her breasts, and back up at him with a small smile.

[vin_26m]

He smiled and responded by repositioning her a bit, reaching around the her back, and undoing her bra with a slick flick of his fingers.

He tossed the bra on the couch, lean in and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples. He sucked it into his mouth, and let his tongue dance on it the way it just danced with her tongue.

He cupped both her tits and his mouth alternated between them, sucking and licking and even nibbling one and then the other.

His hands moved back to her thighs, but he moved his hands toward her knees and slipped them under her skirt, squeezing her bare thighs before reaching around to squeeze her ass.

He kissed from her breasts to her mouth, then said, "I really need a shower."

He locked her legs around his waist and got up, carrying her all the way to the bathroom.

He pulled off his pants and his black boxer briefs. He stood naked before her, a hard thick cock and big heavy balls, all nicely trimmed.

He started taking off her skirt, getting her as naked as he.

He took her hand, saying, "I believe you said something about cleaning for me," and led her into the bathtub.

[MadMissJ]

It felt absolutely heavenly.

She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, sending a riot of blond raining down around her shoulders and back. Jackie whimpered as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, her hand reflectively coming forward to grip his hair as he did.

He’d licked her, even bit into her tender flesh, each little thing eliciting noises from his curious virgin.

He strong hands moving up her skirt had her twitching this way and that on his lap, but the minute he lifted her up, her legs around his waist, she wrapped herself around him, twining like vines against him.

Jackie heard him tell her he needed a shower.

“Yes…I’m very dirty.” She murmured, nibbling at his throat the way he had her breast.

She was put up on her feet once they reached the bathroom, Jackie having an overwhelming sense of sadness at being away from his warm body.

But her teacher quickly stripped out of his pants and boxers, relieving her of both her skirt and panties, leaving her naked in front of him, with no way to hide herself or her gaze that fell to his throbbing member, sticking straight out at proud attention.

“C-Cleaning?” She giggled and shook her head, taking one step into the bathtub.

“Where do you want me to start?”

[vin_26m]

He turned the water on, letting it run, soaking them both.

The bathroom was steaming up, but it felt like it was because of body heat.

They made out in the shower, mouth to mouth, hands to body.

He grabbed a bar of soap and put it in her hands. He turned, his back to her, and pointed to it.

"I want you to start on my back and work your way forward and down."