History Lesson (closed)

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Aidan Costello, 28
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190 lbs​

Aidan Costello had moved back to his midwestern hometown six months ago. He had been living in New York for the last five years working as a portfolio manager for some fancy ass hedge fund. He had graduated with honors from Vanderbilt with a degree in Economics and got the job offer three months after graduation when one of his classmates had pegged him to be perfect for the job. His classmate had been right. Aidan helped establish the fund and made some pretty good money in the process, but they weren't going to move him up any farther on the ladder, and it was only a matter of time before his engagement to a rich socialite deteriorated. After that, Aidan figured there was nothing keeping him in New York, no fiancee, no real friends, and no room for advancement. Worst of all, he became completely and utterly homesick, something he hadn't felt since he was a kid. He just needed a hug from his mother and for his dad to buy him a beer.

Since the move back, Aidan had been in somewhat of a daze. He had completely cut off contact from his old life in New York and wanted to start fresh, but it was hard for him to do that by going back home again. It was bittersweet mixture of the future and nostalgia. Aidan caught up with old friends, family, and made new contacts while he got his private wealth management firm off of the ground. He tried going on dates, getting over his ex, but his problem with women only intensified being back home. He had had a slew of relationships, a few very serious, since he left home the first time, but none of the women he was with could compare to his unrequited love, a forbidden love, his 12th grade history teacher.

It all seemed very innocent. She was the new pretty young teacher. She was so optimistic, and was one of the first teachers Aidan ever had where he didn't consider the teacher just some old person who couldn't relate to him. She was different. So why wouldn't a good-looking, athletic, and of course endlessly arrogant like all teenagers, 18 year old have a relationship with his teacher who couldn't have been more than 7 or 8 years older than him at the most. It never happened. Aidan always thought they stole glances of each other when they thought no one was looking. There was the awkward time their hands touched, or the time they were the only two people in the school one afternoon and Aidan swore she looked at him and smiled far too long for her not to be thinking something.

Again, it never happened. She became more a fantasy and less a real person in Aidan's perception. She was the ideal, and it must have worked its way into his subconscious because at that point on, he compared every woman to his ideal. Aidan later found out she had married, of course, and some piece of a dream died that day.

So, Aidan debated going to his ten year reunion. He wasn't even sure if she even worked at the high school anymore, and worse, what if she was still married and had a family, but he needed some sort of closure, even if it was a simple admission that he had a crush on her, he needed that much.

He broke out a nice suit, met up with some old buddies and drove to the hotel where the reunion was being held. He valeted the car, checked into his room and walked into the bar hoping to see the one who got away.

 

[TheOneThatGotAway]

Janelle Forrester, 36
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135 lbs​

It was late into the afternoon, on a gorgeous Saturday, and Janelle Forrester was still in her pajamas. Being the middle of summer, she should have been out and about enjoying her three month vacation. Instead, she was sitting at the foot of her bed, with a bowl of strawberry ice cream in her lap. Between spoonfuls, she stared at the black cocktail dress that was hanging from her bathroom door. She had bought it specifically for this evening's event, the ten year reunion of the first class she taught - which she was still debating on attending.

Janelle hated to admit it, but the divorce had definitely taken its toll on her. She had been married to business exec, Patrick Mitchell for almost five years. Well, two really. The last three were mostly spent with him traveling for work and attending business conferences or, more aptly put, banging whichever secretary or intern would spread their legs for him, while on the company's dime.

She let the melancholy wash over her as she reminded herself for the hundredth time that she was happier now, and free to live her life anew if she wanted. Regardless of this mantra, she still allowed herself to become a shut-in the last few months. Even though the divorce had been finalized since March, she just didn't want to deal with being around people. She was tired of having to explain to others what happened, only to watch the sympathy roll off of them and engulf her in waves.

The sudden sound of her phone ringing interrupted her from her train of thought. She smiled as she recognized that it was her best friend, Margaret "Maggie" Price - who seemed to always know when to call.

"Hey Mags," Janelle answered.

"You're going tonight. You know that, right? I will drive to your house, dress you myself, and drop you off at the hotel if I have to," Maggie ordered.

Janelle chuckled, that was Mags, alright. Always straight to the point, and no bullshit. "And good afternoon to you, m'dear. What's the family up to today?"

"Oh, no. Don't you go redirecting on me, missy! Oh my God…"

"What? What happened…what?"

"You're still in bed, aren't you?

"What? No, of course not. Don't be ridiculous," Janelle replied, as she stretched across the expanse of her bed. Her empty bowl of ice cream right beside her.

"Uh huh," Maggie replied, before switching her tone to one of genuine concern. "Look, please tell me you're going. I think it'll be really good for you. To see those kids, how they've grown, and what a positive influence you truly are. Seriously, I'll swing over right now, just say the word."

Janelle sighed, and made an exasperated noise, before replying, "No need for you to babysit me. I'm going."

"Woo! That's my girl! Besides," Maggie started to tease, "your favorite student will probably be there. What was his name again? Aaron….Andrew….Adam?"

Janelle rolled her eyes, taking the bait, "Aidan", she corrected.

"Uh huh," Maggie grinned, then dropped her voice to a lewd whisper. "Tell me hon', he still fueling those wet dreams of yours?"

Janelle laughed, "You really are the worst, you know that? I'm gonna draw a bath, and get ready. I'll let you know how it goes, promise."

"Spoilsport," Maggie jokingly bit out. "Seriously though, have fun. Enjoy yourself."

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Mags. For everything."

"Anytime, hon'. Oh, wait a sec. Sooo, would you technically be considered a Cougar?" Maggie, was practically giggling.

"Ugh, seriously the worst! BYE!" Smiling, Janelle hung up and flung the phone toward the other side of the bed. At least she was in better spirits now than just a moment ago.

Aidan Costello. Now, that's a name I haven't thought of in forever.

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As the valet opened her driver's side door, she stepped out and smoothed her skirt. The black dress was simple and elegant in its design, simultaneously getting across the air of sophistication with just a touch of sultriness. She wore matching black sandals with a small kitten heel, kept her makeup clean and natural (like she always did), and wore her auburn hair in a loose chignon, off to the side. Nothing too flashy, after all, this wasn't her ten year reunion. And, it wasn't like she was attending to impress anyone. Except, maybe Aidan, the devil on her shoulder reminded her.

Janelle steeled herself, as she walked towards the foyer of the hotel. Memories of the young student flashed through her mind. At 18 years old, Aidan Costello was brimming with potential: Smart, athletic, and charismatic to boot. Janelle, 27 years old at the time, and absolutely green, did her best to pour her passion for learning into the classes she taught. As the new, and youngest teacher, she had to prove herself, set standards for her classes and curriculum. If she got too close, she wouldn't have her students' respect; too much of a authoritarian approach, and they would hate her. She sought balance, and did pretty well achieving it, if she could say so herself.

Still, she was young when she had started, and more times than she cared to admit, she would catch herself stealing glances of the young student. Hell, she remembered even daydreaming about him during classes. Sure, there were times where she felt there was a mutual attraction, but she'd be damned if she was going to let a relationship with a student ruin her brand new career. So, she played the responsible adult, and kept her distance.

Last she had heard, Aidan had gone off to Vanderbilt, and was working in New York. She was proud when she first heard the news; ecstatic even. However, reason & reality crept up on her in the few seconds it took to approach the lounge. Ten years have passed. He may not even remember me, and any attraction that I thought was there was probably just in my head, playing off of the teacher/student taboo…

Janelle shook her head as she entered the hotel's ballroom, and tried to make a quick scan for a table of faculty she could mingle with. Doing so reminded her that she was still a representative of the school she worked for, no matter how much older the alumni were. No party girl antics tonight.

That's when she saw him, at the far end, leaning casually at the bar with a beer in hand. There was no questioning the air of confidence that surrounded Aidan. After a few beats, he turned his gaze in her direction and their eyes met. She smiled, and noticed it looked like he was excusing himself from the group he was with and walking towards her. Maybe he does remember me, after all, she mused, the sentiment giving her a slight warm and fuzzy feeling.

Janelle took a step forward before a hand halted at her shoulder, "Ms. Forrester?"

She turned toward the voice, and looked up, and up, as she recognized the huge behemoth of a man as Thomas Gallagher, one of her former students. "Oh, my goodness, Tommy?"

He answered excitedly, "Yes ma'am!" and picked her up in a bear hug with ridiculous ease, then swung her in a circle. "Hey everyone! Ms. Forrester is finally here!!" Everyone in the lounge seemed to turn their head and cheer, with the majority of folks moving in towards her.

Tonight is going to be a long night…

 

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Aidan was enjoying the selection of craft brews the hotel had on tap. He sipped on an India Pale Ale as he caught up with some old friends who had just gotten into town. Sure, he had spent some time with the guys who still lived in town, or had moved back eventually over the last ten years, but it still felt weird hanging out with the guys he saw at their worst when they were just punk kids who didn't know better. Some of them were married, even had kids. And unfortunately there were guys like the shaven bald Cory Tucker standing on Aidan's right who had already gotten divorced two years earlier.

A crowd started funneling in while Aidan sipped on his beer, savoring the sharp bitterness, as he readjusted to life in his hometown. It all seemed so familiar, yet so foreign being back in the town. Aidan and his buddies reminisced on old times and gossiped like petty teenagers as former classmate after former classmate strolled in.

"God this is so bizarre," Aidan muttered as Garrett Johnson spilled the beans on how Britta Carlson's engagement was called off because she had been caught sleeping with her fiancee's best man.

"What is?" asked Cory Tucker, "seeing the most awkward four years of your life stream in person-by-person only it's all a little flabbier and a little sadder."

All of the guys laughed. Cory always had a dark sense of humor. That kind of humor that always exposed a little sadness behind every cutting, yet deeply funny joke.

"Oh shit," Garrett exclaimed, "Aidan, looks like you're gonna have a bogie seeking you out tonight."

"What?" Aidan asked, secretly hoping it would be Ms. Forrester, "who are you talking about?"

"Lara Strand," Garrett pointed to a particularly posh brunette walking through the door. She looked great, and had been Aidan's first. Not the first he wanted, the person Aidan wanted at that time was Ms. Forrester, but it was just a pipe dream. Lara was the summer fling before college. Aidan grew affectionate towards her, but entire time Lara was trying to make her current boyfriend at the time jealous, and Aidan knew she would have cheated on him during college if they tried to stay together.

"Yeah," Aidan reluctantly agreed as he finished his first beer, "I guess it's unavoidable. I doubt she's still as petty as she used to be."

"There's gotta be someone here you want to see," Garrett posited.

"Yeah, you knuckleheads," Aidan responded.

Cory, a little too ahead of the pace with his drinks stammered a bit, "I think he means some chick."

They were right. Aidan wanted more than ever to see Janelle Forrester walk through that door. Not that he would admit that to his friends. 18 and 27 is certainly a taboo difference in age, but for guys still under thirty, 28 and 36 is still taboo. Granted, most young men have a sexual fantasy, but no spoken desire to enter into such a relationship, but like always, Aidan felt a little more mature than his friends.

"I don't know guys," Aidan lied, "I'll wingman the hell out of this reunion if it'll help one of you out."

Then she walked in. Time seemed to slow a little bit, and Aidan's heart started pumping fast. Ms. Forrester had entered the ball room and like every time before they shared a room together, it was like Aidan lost his breath. She did look older, but she looked so much better. She looked smarter, more sure of herself, and definitely more graceful. Her black dress hung off of her body perfectly and her red hair was gorgeous and seductive.

Aidan needed to work up the nerve to talk to her calmly. He asked the guys if they needed another round and Aidan went to the bar to order. He ordered himself a Rumpleminze, 100 proof but with a minty taste to freshen his breath. Sure liquid courage was an artificial crutch, but it typically worked more often than not.

Aidan gave the other drinks to the guys and sucked down his shot. He started to walk over Ms. Forrester, but just then she had been swooped up by Tommy Gallagher, the big behemoth who protected Aidan's blind side senior year on the football team.

"Fuckin' a, Tommy," Aidan said to himself as he walked toward the men's room.

 

[TheOneThatGotAway]

Janelle spent the next half hour or so being inundated by a flood of her former students. She couldn't help but laugh at the sight of grown adults, regressing to the youth of their high school days. Several people weaved in and out of the crowd to give her a hug, then proceeded to 1-up each other as they told her their stories of success, and how she had influenced their lives. Jannelle had never been one to covet the spotlight, but she had to admit, the praise and attention she was receiving right now was pretty nice.

Thank goodness for her last minute decision to scan the yearbook before leaving the house. She recognized everyone for the most part, but there were definitely some names and faces that she needed a refresher on.

Speaking of familiar faces, she didn't notice Aidan amongst the crowd of students surrounding her. Janelle could've sworn she saw him just moments ago…

Suddenly, the lights slowly flickered, like a theatre signaling Intermission, and a voice rang out, "Ladies and Gentlemen, if you could, please direct your attention to the main screen as we present to you, 'A Blast from the Past!'"

Janelle motioned her previous students towards the dance floor, "Go on, go, we'll catch up soon," she smiled reassuringly. As the lights dimmed, the photo montage of the class's Freshman through Senior years was projected, and the Top 100 hits of the time started streaming from the ballroom's speaker system. It wasn't long before people started making their way onto the strobe-lit dance floor. Realizing that she finally had room to mill about, she took a moment to say hello to the few colleagues that were there, then made her way to the bar.

"What can I get for you, sweetheart?" the portly gentleman behind the bar asked.

Janelle took a seat on one of the swiveling high chairs, and thought for a moment. One drink shouldn't hurt, "May I have a Long Island Iced Tea, please?"

"Coming right up!" the bartender said with a wink, before turning away.

As she waited for her drink, Janelle turned her head toward the screen and the dance floor. She couldn't believe how fast ten years had flown by. Without the crowd of students to distract her, she began to reflect on her own life. Ten years - 36 years old, high school teacher, divorcée. Alone, with no family to call her own…

She sighed and instantly berated herself. She was never this down on herself before, and she hated it. As her Long Island arrived, she took a large, fortifying sip, and decided right then and there: She was going to get out of her emotional rut, and live her life. Be spontaneous. Meet new people. Travel…

Janelle was so engrossed in her new resolutions, that she didn't even hear the person take the seat beside her.

 

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Aidan was in the men's room alone when he heard the music start to blast from the ball room. He assumed the dancing had started. Aidan ran the water until it hit a comfortable temperature. He cupped some water in his hands and splashed his face, ran it through his short hair. He looked at himself and wondered what he hell he would even say when he saw Janelle Forrester. He couldn't profess his undying love for her, especially since it was for a version of her trapped ten years ago and idealized over time. What if she had a family? What if she had married the love of her life? What if she never even thought of himself in a romantic light before?

Aidan told himself to just find her, say hi, and keep talk small. He would try to read her signals. He had to read signals all the time with clients when trying to discern if they're telling the whole truth or not and whether they are trying to break some laws or deceive some people. If Ms. Forrester had some sort of feeling, at any time for Aidan, he should be able to pick up on it.

The young man on a mission to dig up the past stepped out of the men's room to survey the room. Cory was still at the bar, and the other buddies had hit the floor, as had most everyone, except Janelle Forrester who sat on the bar by herself. Aidan looked around and quietly approached the bar and wasn't sure what to do to get her attention. He threw caution to the wind and just sauntered up to Ms. Forrester and sat in the stool next to her. She was taking a sip, lost in thought and didn't even notice him.

"Bartender!" Aidan called out, "let me get this woman's drink, and I'll take one of what she's having."

Aidan dropped a twenty dollar bill on the table and smiled as he looked at Janelle Forrester. He extended his hand for a shake.

 

[TheOneThatGotAway]

Janelle was so deep in thought, that the sudden voice at her back slightly startled her. Thankfully, it wasn't enough of a start to get her choking on her drink - how embarrassing would that be? She set her Long Island down and turned around to see none other than Aidan Costello, standing before her with a smile, and his hand extended.

Her eyes were beaming with genuine happiness, "My goodness, Aidan! You're quite the sight for sore eyes". She shook his hand, then stood on tip toe to give him a hug, and the lightest of kisses on the cheek when he bent down. The kiss was meant to be a simple, 'great to see you' gesture. So why did her lips tingle and her excitement fly as she faintly tasted him on her lips?

She barreled on before she could dwell on it too much, "I've heard so many great things about you. You'll have to tell me all about your accomplishments!" Janelle couldn't stop smiling as she took in the sight of her favorite student. Aidan had grown to become quite the striking man, and from the cut of his suit, very successful at whatever he did. No surprise there, truly.

Her cheeks warmed as she realized she was ogling a man nearly ten years her junior. Ha, maybe she was a bit of a Cougar. She shrugged to herself, and rationalized that getting reacquainted with Aidan, over a drink, was harmless, and it wasn't like anything was going to happen tonight. A man like him had to already have been taken.

And with that in mind, she took her seat, crossed her legs, and poised her hands on her lap so that her cleavage was accentuated just enough. "So, life after high school graduation. Please, do share!" she smiled, as she gave him her utmost attention.

 

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Her voice was so crisp and clear. The sound of the Eminem hit from ten years ago seemed to mute itself, as well as all of the people chattering, catching up, and partying. Ms. Forrester was the only thing Aidan could her. The rest of the room also seemed to fade into some colorless void, and Janelle Forrester was the brightest thing in the room Aidan could turn his eyes toward. She had taken up the mantle of the imaginary, ideal Janelle Forrester that Aidan's mind created and continued to reshape over the past decade.

"Well," he said nervously as he scratched the back of his neck trying not to stare at the perfectly perky cleavage Ms. Forrester was sporting, "where to begin?"

He didn't know how much he should divulge. Should he tell her that he had been engaged, that after the engagement his network of contacts didn't want to speak to him so he had to come back, or that he was like an eleven year old boy away at summer camp he was so homesick over the last two years? Should he tell her that the reason he couldn't get married was because his fiancee did not live up to the ideal woman in his head, the ideal woman who was Janelle Forrester, or at least personified by her? How much pressure would that put on her?

"I went down to Tennessee, Vanderbilt for college, made some good contacts and got lucky to land a job in wealth management on Wall Street."

As she looked at him intently, Aidan wanted to tiptoe around the engagement, and decided not to talk about it all. If she was interested in him, she maybe would be turned off by the baggage. If she wasn't interested in him, she would probably not want to hear about a failed relationship. But, she had to be interested in him. She had to. He had spent so many years thinking about her, it could not all be in vain. Plus, she didn't kiss dumbass Tommy Gallagher on the cheek, no she kissed Aidan. And she was somewhat awkward about the kiss, Aidan could tell. It was as if it was artificially quick, as if not to linger.

"So anyways," he continued, "I kind of went as far as I could for my age out there. And unless I wanted to wait for another 6 or 7 years to move up, I may as well have tried to set up shop where there was a good market. And here, there is a good market. So I thought it was time to come back."

Aidan was pretty vague, and made himself sound like a bit of a douche, but he was trying to play it cool. He was trying to be aloof, set himself a part from the people surrounding them on the dance floor, set himself apart from the boy he was ten years ago.

"So," he asked casually, "how about you, Ms. Forrester? Still teaching history? Did you make some guy the luckiest man in the world and get married?"

 

[TheOneThatGotAway]

Janelle smiled as she watched Aidan nervously scratch the back of his neck, and modestly speak about himself. Some things never changed...

"Vanderbilt, then Wall Street? Wow, and while so young? That's quite impressive! I'm so proud of you!" Janelle beamed.

As Aidan shared details of his life, over the past few years, she had finished her first Long Island of the night, and was nodding at the bartender for another. "Oh? So, you've moved back here? That's lovely! I'm sure your parents are happy to have you home, and this town can always benefit from such a bright individual like yourself," she replied. Her brain making a mental note of that detail, and the possibilities of it - even if they may only be lived out in her deepest fantasies.

She tried her best not to stare too much at her handsome former student. Aidan was athletic growing up, and certainly turned heads, as he did now, back when he was in high school. Janelle could see that time and experience only honed him, and she found herself being drawn, much like she was years ago.

"So," he asked casually, "how about you, Ms. Forrester? Still teaching history? Did you make some guy the luckiest man in the world and get married?"

A soft smile played on Janelle's lips, as she guarded her expression, "Ah, I suppose you haven't heard? Well, I was married for about five years, and recently divorced," she paused for a moment, to tastefully craft her explanation. "Let's just say my ex-husband's extra-curricular activities, involving the bedroom, didn't include me," she chuckled, hoping Aidan would get the gist, without her blatantly spouting, "My shit ex-husband cheated on me with any pretty, young, thing that looked his way."

Janelle reached down to pat Aidan's knee, and shook her head "I'm sorry, that's hardly a topic of discussion you'd be interested in. Yes, I am still teaching History, and have taken the helm of a few of the other courses since you've graduated. Still love my job, and please," she met his eyes sincerely, "call me Janelle. It's been a decade since you've been in my classroom. You're hardly a student."

Taking a long sip of her drink, she let curiosity, and the effects of the alcohol, get the best of her. "How about yourself? I'm sure there's a lucky lady in your life?" She glanced around, and smiled, "And based on the looks we're getting from the women of your class, I'm guessing you've been asked this repeatedly this evening. If not," she dropped the level of her voice in a mock whisper, "I can guarantee you, they're all wondering."

 

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When Aidan asked the question about Ms. Forrester's love life, he was bracing himself to have his dream of being with the ideal woman shattered. It was a possibility he had told himself to calm down his pipe dreams over the years. The calming effect never worked very well throughout the past decade, even when he seemed to forget about her in his private, contemplative moments, Janelle Forrester always roared back with a vengeance.

"Ah, I suppose you haven't heard? Well, I was married for about five years, and recently divorced," she paused for a moment, to tastefully craft her explanation. "Let's just say my ex-husband's extra-curricular activities, involving the bedroom, didn't include me"

The fireworks went off in Aidan's head. He had to use all of his physical restraint to keep a huge, widetoothed smile from breaking out over his face. The ideal woman Ms. Janelle Forrester, history teacher and romantic fantasy extraordinaire was unattached...well at least not married. Aidan had a chance to finally be with the literal woman who haunted his dreams.

Then he thought about the thing she said after the first part. And Aidan felt terrible and selfish that he participated in a bit of schadenfreude over Ms. Forrester's divorce. Some, piece of shit guy cheated on her? At least she had some good humor about it, but he wanted to find whoever her ex-husband was and break his nose.

Aidan wasn't sure exactly what was happening between them, but he could definitely tell something was going on. She asked about his love life after saying she was divorced. She patted his knee, a show of affection, however minor it may have been. Then she started to compliment him on his desirability, and to call her Janelle. She certainly made sure to distinguish that he was a grown man, no longer a student of hers. Aidan definitely started to think she was coming on to him, or at least flirting and he was okay with that.

He smiled at her and narrowed his eyes a bit, "Still looking for the right person. And sorry to hear about the divorce, that guy was an idiot. He didn't realize how lucky he was."

Aidan took a sip of his drink and rubbed her back...then he immediately took his hand off of her, and the cool facade he had cultivated up until that point disappeared in a flushed boyish look.

 

[TheOneThatGotAway]

Still looking for the right person. And sorry to hear about the divorce, that guy was an idiot. He didn't realize how lucky he was."

Aidan is single, and back in town? Janelle let her brain mull over that bit of intel, as wicked fantasies bubbled to the surface of her psyche. The fleeting touch of his hand at her back only intensified the scenes playing out in her mind. It was a gesture meant to console, she knew this, but her senses were in the gutter.

A teasing smile crossed her features before she remembered to reply, "Don't rush it. You're so young. You're not even 30 yet, you have plenty of time. As for my divorce, no need to apologize. It was for the best, neither of us were happy. And yes, that does seem to be the general consensus when my ex- is brought up in conversation.

Janelle was looking at him, when she noticed something changed. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but the cool and confident wealth manager seemed to have check out, only to be replaced by the young man of her class from years ago. His cheeks were flushed, and he was looking at her, almost expectantly, like he was waiting for her to give her approval on something.

Alarms were going off in her head. Reminding her to back away, remember her status as a teacher, and how it may look if something did happen between the two of them. Much to the dismay of her inner temptress, her rational voice won out.

Patting his knee, she allowed her fingertips linger just a little bit longer, "If you could excuse me for just a moment, I need to visit the Ladies room, but I'll be back." As Janelle made the motions to get up from the high bar stool, one of her sandaled feet slipped faster than she anticipated from the rung, causing her to suddenly lose her balance and collapse into Aidan's embrace.

She shook her head, as details became clear. Her head and forearm were pressed against his chest, her other hand was braced on his hip, and her midsection was framed right in between his legs. Janelle's sense of balance reeled as she quickly stood up, and tried to create some distance between them.

Her cheeks were burning crimson, "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! I'm such a klutz. God, how embarrassing. One of your teachers practically throwing herself at you, at the bar, of all places."

 

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Her fingertips were soft and gentle on Aidan's knee. He wish he would have been more confident and trusted himself the moment before when he placed his hand on her back. He wishes he would have rubbed her back sensually, ran his fingers up her side, but didn't have the guts or the assurance that it would have been reciprocated, or even tolerated. But, god did he like having Janelle's fingertips on his knee.

Then Janelle got up. She seemed a bit flush. Aidan thought it was the booze, the drinks they were having were quite strong, and it wasn't like she was some giant biker who could swill moonshine all day long and not even catch a buzz. Janelle Forrester was a slender, angelic woman, the woman of Aidan's dreams. Then the fingertips seemed to linger a little too long for keeping decorum, it could have been embarrassment. The whole divorce talk may have been a little overwhelming emotionally as well. Hell, Aidan thought it was probably a mix of all three and then some. He started thinking of she really was the woman of his dreams, or if she was a little bit too real with all the baggage anyone has.

Aidan watched as Janelle got up to leave. He started to think that maybe this was going to be like any other chance encounter with old acquaintances. They were just going to share some awkward moment with some sexual tension and move on. He thought once she hit the restroom, she'd get distracted by other old students, and he would do the same, and they'd be lucky to see each other again that night.

All of Aidan's thoughts cleared away in a flash as Janelle slipped and fell into Aidan's lap. And she uttered some very telltale words.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! I'm such a klutz. God, how embarrassing. One of your teachers practically throwing herself at you, at the bar, of all places."

Aidan didn't think much of it at first, and simply smiled and chuckled a bit. "It isn't some dive bar, you know," he said reassuringly, "it's a classy hotel ballroom at a class reunion."

He held her, not wanting to let go, getting the scent of her perfume and hair.

Aidan's expression quickly changed when he thought of what else Janelle said.

"Wait," Aidan asked, softly so only she could hear him, "did you say you're throwing yourself at me? Do you want to go talk somewhere...privately?"

 

[TheOneThatGotAway]

So much for her plan to create some distance by running off to the restroom. There was no question that the sexual tension was building between them; both dancing around the other - teasing, then retreating, teasing, then retreating. She figured if she broke away for a moment, she would have time to breathe and think things through, before she did something stupid. Like live out a fantasy with a former student.

Aidan wasn't just any student though. Even after all these years, he was still on her mind.
So, where would the harm be? You're both adults, the devil on her shoulder rationalized.

"Wait, did you say you're throwing yourself at me? Do you want to go talk somewhere…privately?"

Janelle cringed inwardly, blushing furiously now. She had said it as a joke, but as the saying goes, "In every jest, there lies a grain of truth." Her conscience was telling her maintain her composure, while the devil on her shoulder was coaxing her to find out what he had in mind by "talk".

She chuckled, truly caught, "Yeah, I guess I did say that. I, um…" she paused, as a quick glance at her emptied glass brought a very important detail to light: she had barely eaten. The last thing she ate was ice cream; before that, a sandwich for lunch. No wonder her inhibitions were going right out the window.

Janelle flagged the bartender, "Excuse me, is your kitchen still open?"

The bartender shook his head, "Sorry sweetheart, we're just about to close it down. The hotel's main kitchen is open though, and if you're a guest, there's 24-hour room service."

She sighed as she looked back at Aidan, almost apologetically, then figured she'd lay all of her cards out. "So…I've just realized that I did something rather silly. I've barely eaten today, have just sucked down a few Long Islands like they were water, and am now slightly tipsy at the bar with my favorite former student."

Janelle continued, "Ha, a couple drinks and I'm considering checking into the hotel of the school's reunion. Epitome of class, right here," she smiled as she continued to laugh at herself. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was sheer curiosity, most likely it was both. Either way, she decided to see how much of the envelope could be pushed. "Water and fresh air will probably do me some good, if you'd like to continue our chat outside? Unless you have something else in mind?"

 

[Pix]

Aidan saw how nervous and uncomfortable Janelle seemed at that moment. She was babbling, and rambling. She was flush and was quick to point out empty stomach combined with booze had turned her into an embarrassed school girl. But Aidan picked up another vibe from her. She was clearly into him, and it was great news for Aidan. The woman he had spent so many years pining for was in the flesh and reciprocating his feelings. Now she was talking about getting a room, something Aidan was in favor of but he wasn't expecting to be invited back, just hoping.

"Water and fresh air will probably do me some good, if you'd like to continue our chat outside? Unless you have something else in mind?"

Aidan wanted to tell her they should check into a room, take their clothes off and let out the ten years of frustration with one another but as per usual, didn't let his emotions get the better of him.

"A chat outside sounds great," Aidan answered, "it may be a little quieter out there."

Aidan smiled as he slipped his arm around Janelle's lower back to lead her outside. It was dark out back, but it was illuminated by the lights in the swimming pool. Nobody but Janelle and Aidan were around the pool, it was very quiet. Aidan spotted two empty chairs and lead his former teacher over to the seats.

As they sat down Aidan smiled at her, "It's so great seeing you again Ms.--Janelle."

He looked into her eyes, waiting to hear what she wanted to say.

 

[TheOneThatGotAway]

A warm smile played along Janelle's lips as she looked at Aidan, and noted how her heart seemed to skip just a little bit faster at hearing him say her name. "It's great seeing you too," she replied, "I'm glad we could catch up, and I'm so happy that you're doing well."

She sipped the water bottle, that she procured from the bar, before they left for the outdoor pool, and gazed outward; gathering her thoughts, and collecting herself. There wasn't much outdoor scenery for her to really gaze at, per se. Just some well landscaped foliage and the luminescent pool.

However, the soft summer breeze, and the clear starlit night had her sighing in reverie. The fresh air and serene surroundings allowing her to focus her muzzy head. The two of them sat quietly. Side by side, in the darkness. The seemingly comfortable silence barely veiling the rising tension between them.

Janelle was torn as she accessed her current situation. Gnawing on her lower lip, she let the scenarios play in her head. The temptress inside her was beckoning to be let out. To rock Aidan's world, if only for one night. Then what? Her rational mind stepped in. What happens afterward? Do you stay friends? Keep in touch?

Reaching over to his arm rest, she gently caressed his hand, "Aidan, I..."

This is the right thing to do, said her rational mind.
Coward! the devil on her shoulder called out.

"I think I'm gonna call it a night," Janelle finished. She met his eyes, which seemed to be perplexed; maybe even worried. "Besides, I'm sure your classmates are looking for you," she chuckled, in attempt to hide the reluctance of her getting up from her seat. "And, it's probably unfair of me to hog all of your time out here..."

One more look into his eyes, and she couldn't help herself.
Screw it. One kiss won't hurt. One, then walk.

She closed the distance, subtly tilted his chin up with his fingertips, then dipped down. Tentatively pressing her lips along his, Janelle traced the tip of her tongue along his lower lip, before gently sucking it between her own.

"...even though you've always my favorite," she finished with a low murmur.

 

[Pix]

Aidan was devastated when he heard the object of his affection, his former teacher, Janelle Forrester say she was calling it a night. Aidan thought that that night was finally going to be the night. The night that he was finally going to profess his feelings for her and have those feelings reciprocated. It may have been a pipe dream, but it was what he wanted more than anything in the world.

Then she kissed. She kissed him. Her lips were everything that Aidan had imagined. They were soft and smooth. She had the right amount of lubrication, and Aidan was so dumbstruck that when she traced her tongue across his lower lips, he couldn't even part his own lips to let herself in. Throughout the night he had been waiting for a sign, and Janelle just gave him a billboard.

When she left his lips and told Aidan that he had always been her favorite, Aidan couldn't let her go. He firmly grasped her wrist as she was getting up to leave. Aidan stood up with her and pulled her in close, pressing his body up against hers. He moved both of his hands to her face. She seemed so petite and dainty in his big hands that gently cupped her face. He held her as he leaned in and kissed her deeply and softly. There was some nervousness, apprehension. His tongue confidently approached hers, but then shied away just a bit.

"You know, Janelle," Aidan told her as broke away from her mouth, "we've both had a little too much to drink to be driving. And I had already booked a room, would you want to stay with me tonight?"

 

[TheOneThatGotAway]

Janelle just about melted into Aidan's embrace. It had been so long since she was held by someone and felt…cherished. When he cupped her face and deepened their kiss, she moaned softly into his mouth and slid her hands up the expanse of his chest and shoulders. Time seemed to stand still as they held each other and kissed. Both of them oblivious to the summer breeze gently rustling through the leaves, and the orchestral hum of evening crickets.

When he pulled his mouth away, Janelle felt a slight twinge of disappointment, accompanied with a sense of breathlessness that she hadn't experienced since her first 'real' kiss, eons ago. If it wasn't clear before, it was crystal right now: She wanted Aidan; consequences be damned. With all of the fervor and passion of her being, she wanted him. And, from the looks of things, he wanted her right back.

It took her a moment to realize that he was speaking, and inviting her up to his room for the night. Janelle raised her brows in mock surprise, and smiled. "Planned ahead, did you?" she asked in a low, teasing tone, while tracing her index finger, oh so slowly, down the front of this shirt.

She felt him hesitate then; backtracking as he tried to explain the integrity of his intentions. Janelle dispelled his second-guessing by pulling him downward, mid-sentence, into a kiss that held none of the tentativeness of the ones that had preceded it. This one was calm, and deliberate with the rising hunger, both shared for one another, bubbling underneath.

Janelle broke the kiss, only to press her lips along his jawline. "I think that's a lovely idea," she said softly, as her lips continued to trail upward; her hand now resting on his belt buckle. "Besides," she went on, while enjoying the scent of his cologne mixed with his very essence. "You're only looking out for my safety," she delicately traced her tongue along his earlobe, "and best interests. Isn't that right, Aidan?" she gently drew the lobe between her teeth and began to suck.

 

[Pix]

A sense of euphoria washed over the man celebrating his tenth anniversary of his high school graduation with his favorite high school teacher. Aidan genuinely liked Janelle and didn't want to objectify her, but when he suggested them sharing his hotel room, he wanted to lay her on the bed and ravage her, not sleep off their buzzes head to toe.

So Aidan was glad when Janelle immediately amped up the physicality of their encounter. Their kissing had been a little fumbling and awkward but Janelle added some deliberation to it, and it may became a lot hotter and more satisfying. It also activated the member Aidan was concealing in his pants, however with Janelle's teasing and affectionate touching and kissing, it would still be covered up, but his manhood would no longer be that concealed.

Then Janelle started talking with the guise of just an innocent woman and a damsel in distress but the subtext said nothing but passion and sex. And if everything that had happened within the last few moments didn't want to make Aidan pin Janelle up against the wall of the hotel and have his way with her, she took his earlobe in his ear. Aidan moaned and wanted to do nothing more but lay her back, push up her dress, and find out what what her real scent was, and the taste that went along with it.

"Alright that's enough," Aidan said playfully as he stood up and aggressively grabbed Janelle by her wrist and pulled her up. "We should get you back in to the room, I can tell you really need something up there."

Aidan held her hand tightly and started to walk back into the hotel, but the door they had used to get to the back ran to the ballroom.

"We should each go back to the room separately," Aidan told her. "Here's a keycard, I'm in room 312. You go now, and I'll be there in ten minutes."

Aidan puts his hands on her hips and kissed her one more time.

 

[TheOneThatGotAway]

As Janelle and Aidan parted from their kiss, she traced her fingertips along the zipper of his pants, and whispered against his mouth, "Don't keep me waiting, Mr. Costello." She made a quick glance towards the noticeable bulge in his pants, before making heated eye contact, and leaving him with a teasing smile.

Slipping the keycard into her purse, she stepped through the door, and back into the ballroom. She felt electric; every nerve on edge. Did that all just really happen? The music was still blaring, and everyone seemed to still be having a fun time. Janelle scanned the room as she made her way back to the lobby of the hotel. It was as if she were gauging to see if anyone knew what she had just done, outside by the pool. Or, what she was planning to do, in Aidan's room.

She noticed a small group of her colleagues at one of the tables, and considered going over to wish them a good evening before she headed out. However, at the last minute, she decided against it. Realizing that a "quick goodbye", would probably lead to another hour or so of chatting, she continued her trek, unnoticed, toward the lobby elevators.

Janelle's heart raced a million miles a minute, as she stepped onto the elevator car. The short trip to the 3rd floor barely registered, as she fished out the keycard Aidan had given her. The doors pinged open, and she followed the hallway guides toward his room: heading down a long hallway, and taking a left, before she found herself in front of the door marked 312.

Her hand had a slight tremor, as she slid the keycard through the reader. She let out a breath that she didn't quite realize she was holding when it lit up, pinged, and disengaged the lock. Janelle tried to remind herself to breathe as she stepped into the room, and took in her surroundings: the monstrous king size bed, plush love seat, top of the line wall-posted flat screen. No expense was spared in furnishing and designing the room.

She stepped out of her heels and set her purse on the desk as she padded toward the patio. The sliding glass doors led to a view which overlooked the pool and gorgeous sight of the city. Janelle rested her hands on the guardrail, and took a deep breath, as she came to terms with the clear fact that in a few minutes, she was going to have her answers to all of the "What if's" and "I wonder's", where Aidan Costello was involved.

 

[Pix]

Aidan watched his surprising former teacher walk back into the hotel, swaying her hips in an inspiring bit of enticement. It took all of his being to keep himself from tearing dress off by the pool, and now he had to wait another ten minutes before he could bring his deepest, most desired fantasy to life.

The break was good for him. Aidan needed the short time apart from Janelle to cool his jets, and to focus. He didn't want to lose the effect he had on Janelle. He had done such an effective job of projecting how much he had grown since high school, and didn't want to come up like a boy in the hotel room.

Aidan waited for about five minutes and then he strolled back into the hotel. The party was still going on, but some of the people had cleared out. Aidan's friends looked pretty wasted, and he figured he'd just go tell them he was going home. He walked over to them and patted one of them on the back.

"Well guys, I'm tired," Aidan lied to them, "I'm gonna head home."

There was some brief protesting, but after a couple of minutes he walked away and to the lobby, where he felt a tugging on his arm.

Aidan turned around and saw one of the people he was trying to avoid all night, his ex-girlfriend from high school, Lara.

"Where are you off to?" she asked him with a smile.

"Hi, Lara," Aidan said with a tone that expressed he was in a hurry, "I'm pretty beat. I was just going to head home."

"It looked like you were heading to the rooms," she said with a devious smile, "the parking lot is the other way."

"I parked far away in a weird spot," he continued the lying to his classmates tradition, "I figured I'd just take a different exit."

"Well, I wanted to catch up," she protested.

Aidan, in a huge hurry to get back to Janelle gave Lara his phone number, "Text me, we'll get coffee or something."

With that Aidan took off and got to the room. Swiped his keycard and opened the door.

 

[TheOneThatGotAway]

As the minutes passed, Janelle stepped back into the room. She picked up her purse, purposefully strode toward the bathroom, and turned on the light. Taking in her reflection on the wall to wall mirror, she sighed as she fought nerves that were trying to get the best of her.

At 36, she wasn't wasn't exactly in her first youth, but she was still an attractive woman. Her peaches and cream complexion had the lightest dusting of freckles, which was softly veiled by a light application of makeup. The rich auburn color of her hair was natural, and thankfully didn't show any signs of grey. Her grey-blue eyes gazed at the image before her, as she touched up her lip gloss.

Janelle pulled her phone from her purse, to check time. She smiled as she noticed the multiple text messages from her friend Maggie, who was checking up on her. One of the last messages reading: "COOOUUGGAARR!"

She grinned as she texted her response: "Thanks for checking up on me. Reunion was a blast! You have no idea. *rawr* Talk tomorrow ;-)" Upon hitting 'Send', she placed the phone back in her purse and regarded her reflection once again, in an attempt to prep herself.

A small part of her was telling her that the responsible thing to do would be to grab her purse, and head home. Apologize later, and avoid the whole encounter. Right now though, her voice of reason was losing out to the inner temptress that was telling her that tonight, she could have her cake, and eat it too.

There was no questioning the chemistry that was between them, but as Janelle allowed rationale to seep into her thoughts, she made a mental note to herself that when Aidan came up, she would ask if he was serious about this. Give him an out, with no repercussions or hurt feelings.

Just then, she heard the lock disengage, and the door push open. A spike of adrenaline shot through her as she peaked around the bathroom, and recognized the silhouette of her former student. "Aidan," she acknowledged, while she padded towards him. As the door clicked shut, she pressed his body against the door with her own, and brought his head down for a deep and sensual kiss.

Neither of them missed a beat. Their hands explored each other, as their tongues did the same. This time there were no former classmates, or colleagues to be wary of. It was just herself, Aidan, and a bed not 10 feet away.

After a moment, she broke the kiss, determined to tell him something. However, as she stared into his dark eyes, still breathless from their kiss, all rational thought, along with her mental note, went out the window.

So, she said the only thing that came to mind, "I want you, Aidan."

 

[Pix]

As soon as Aidan was inside the door it was closed behind him and his back was shoved up against it. Janelle leaned in and probed Aidan's mouth, coaxing out his tongue and playing with it. The kiss was sweeter and more arousing than even down by the pool.

When Janelle pulled away, his base emotions found himself devastated. He didn't want to be more than a tongue's length away from her body, but what she said next rose the virility in Aidan's body from every depth of being he had.

"I want you, Aidan."

With that being said, the former student knew just what he needed to do to distance himself from that memory. He needed to prove to Janelle that he wasn't the same kid, that he had grown into a man. He wanted to keep kissing her. He wanted to caress her and plant his lips on every square inch of her body, but it wasn't the time for that. Not in that hotel room, not with the booze accelerating their libidos, not with the need to distance himself with the kid image. Aidan was dead set against it being a one time thing, he would have time in the future to make love to her. In that hotel room, he needed to fuck Janelle.

Aidan grabbed Janelle by the hips and scrunched the ends of her dress in his hands pulling it up as they wobbled over to the bed. Aidan set her down on the edge of the bed as he threw his jacket on the chair behind him. He pulled his shirt off exposing his toned body and let it fall to the floor. His belt clanged as he undid his pants letting them fall on top of his shirt. He quickly stepped out of his boxer briefs letting his rock stiff cock breathe. It throbbed as he looked at Janelle on the bed.

Aidan approached the bed and leaned in to kiss his former teacher, deeply and intensely. He placed a hand on her stomach and the other behind, pushing her back against the bed. Aidan stood up and pushed Janelle's dress up exposing her panties. Aidan pulled them down, a bit roughly causing them to tear slightly. He ignored it and pulled them off.

Her scent traveled up to Aidan's nostrils making his member throb even more for his former history teacher. Aidan moved down and positioned himself at her canal. He leaned down and kissed her once again before he entered her.

She was wet and warm. Aidan slid inside of her easily, even though she was tight, Janelle wanted this as much as he did, and so little resistance was met.

"Wow," Aidan said breathily as he moved inside and out of his former teacher and his new lover.

 

[TheOneThatGotAway]

Janelle groaned into Aidan's mouth, as he simultaneously kissed her and buried himself to the hilt. It had been almost over a year since she last had sex, and Aidan's build was completely different from her ex-husband's, in every fathomable way. Her body tensed and shuddered as it adjusted to accommodate his size. She couldn't believe how wet and ready she was for her former student. Small keening moans escaping her mouth each time he moved in and out of her.

She pulled her dress up and over her head, desperate to feel more of Aidan's body against hers, skin to skin. Reaching behind her, she unclasped her C-cup bra, tossing it on the floor with her dress. Her breasts freely moving with each of his thrusts; her tight pink nipples, seemingly reaching out for him.

The history teacher smiled, as she heard him breathe, "Wow." The simple and honest exaltation of appreciation, skyrocketed her confidence. Janelle wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down toward her, her hands caressing his face as she kissed him hungrily.

She arched her hips and tightened her legs, feeling him press deeper with each thrust. That familiar pressure building deep inside her. Janelle slipped her hand behind her then, and in between their bodies, softly cupping his balls. "I need you," she said breathily against his lips. Using her other hand, Janelle pressed behind his head to bring his earlobe to her mouth. "Fuck me, Aidan," she whispered into his ear, a wanton desperate plea, before taking the lobe into her mouth and sucking.

 

[Pix]

As Aidan threw himself into Janelle repeatedly, every mental faculty he had was used to push the thought of his deepest fantasy coming to life out of his head. He knew that if he let himself realize the moment he was in, he would lose it, he would lose all of himself at that very moment. As Aidan kissed his former teacher, the siren of his dreams, he kept is eyes closed. As she pulled her dress over her head, undid her bra, he could not help but look.

Janelle was gorgeous in every sense of the word. From her auburn hair, to her fair skin, to the ethereally faint freckles that swept across her face like the Milky Way on a clear night in the middle of nowhere. Her beauty almost pushed Aidan over the edge, and his prowess was pushed even closer to its limit by Janelle's lithe legs wrapped around his bare ass, keeping his shaft deep inside of her, working against his natural motion.

The woman underneath Aidan, on top of the bed he paid for, the bed he paid for for the very purpose it was being used, was doing everything in her power to get him to come with a force he never even thought possible. His balls were being cupped by the woman Aidan dreamt of since he was a high school student, but never in a way that portrayed her as sexually vigorous as he was discovering at that moment in the hotel room. He continued to push the thought of her out of his head as he tried to maintain his erection and not come before she did.

The ultimate pressure was put on the former student as she took his ear into her mouth.

"Fuck me, Aidan"

Ever the obedient pupil, Aidan did what he was told. He pulled himself from Janelle's hungry mouth and stood with his feet planted on the floor. He grabbed Janelle by the hips and broke the natural rhythmic thrusting he had been employing and pulled his cock out further than she had let him for the past several moments.

His dick felt the sterile air of the hotel room, but was quickly enveloped by the musky heat coming from Janelle's cunt. He closed his eyes and went from the pleasant pace thrusting to a quick deliberate buck. Aidan slammed into Janelle balls deep, deliberately over and over again. The sound of his balls smacked against Janelle's skin echoing against the wallpaper. Aidan grunted primitively as he slammed in, to the hilt, with deliberate precision.

 

[TheOneThatGotAway]

A small sound, close to a whimper, escaped Janelle's lips as she felt Aidan pull away. Her body suddenly feeling bereft without his warm weight on top of her. She watched him, almost trepidatiously, as he stood up and pulled her hips towards himself and the edge of the bed. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she couldn't help but marvel at the view before her.

Aidan had grown into such a striking man. His dark features, which were highlighted by the dim light of the bathroom, lent to an air of mysteriousness as he moved. His olive skin, in high contrast against her fair complexion, also made for an exotic visual. She couldn't help but notice the play of corded muscles throughout his body, as he sought to maneuver them both: the engagement of his quads and abs as he adjusted his stance, the tonicity of his shoulders and forearms as he pulled her closer.

Gone was the boy, of her classroom, from ten years ago. In his stead, was a fully grown man, that was deftly bracing her legs against his chest and shoulders. A man who was solely focused on delivering exactly what she had asked of him, and then some. That thought alone sent shivers down her spine.

Janelle continued to watch her former student, as he began to withdraw his cock from her, inch by agonizing inch. Her pussy clenching tight, in a vain attempt to keep him inside. She was breathing in short pants, as Aidan stood poised with the very tip of his cock at her entrance. Then, she felt his grip tighten inexorably on her hips, and saw his jaw clench, before he surged right back inside of her, to the hilt.

The redhead took a sharp intake of breath as she felt Aidan bottom out in her sopping cunt, only to withdraw partway, and drive back in even deeper still. Again, and again. She felt and heard, the heaviness of his balls slap against her ass, as he increased the tempo and power behind his thrusts. Her head tipped back, at the intensity of it all; her desperate moans intermingling with his animalistic grunts. Janelle's hands held the sheets in a white knuckle grip, as she felt the pressure build, and build…

Then, it happened. Taking her off guard, every fantasy she harbored for her favorite student, coalesced with the present reality of Aidan fucking her, and overtook Janelle with the force of a tsunami. She cried out as wave after wave crashed through her; not giving a damn who heard. She thrashed against him, as his thick manhood continued to spear into her. Her body spasming uncontrollably, as her pussy clenched tight on his cock, in an effort to milk him for all he was worth.

When her brain finally reminded her to breathe and come to, Janelle couldn't believe that Aidan hadn't let up. If anything, he was driving himself harder. She pulled one of his hands up to her face, and kissed his palm, before licking the length of his thumb. "Come inside me, Aidan," she whispered, as she sucked the digit into her mouth. The slow bob of her head, mimicking the way she wanted to suck his cock. The vixen in her came out then, wanting to drive him over the edge like he had done to her. Between moans and sucks, she coyly asked, "Don't you want to come inside me? Inside your teacher's tight...little....pussy?"

 

[Pix]

As Aidan continued to bury himself inside of Janelle, the pressure was building in his balls. His cock was throbbing as it pounded into the red-headed history teacher, jackhammering to the soundtrack of flesh slapping against flesh. In the dark, Aidan could still make out the finer parts of Janelle's milky white skin on the hotel bed. He watched her two porcelain c-cup globes jiggle with the power Aidan used while penetrating her.

The desire to make his former teacher come was the only thing on Aidan's mind. He wanted so badly to give her the best orgasm of her life, to prove to her and himself that they needed to be with one another and that the time they both waited for each other and thought about each other was worth every moment, every doomed relationship they had been in in the interim, every dream they thought would never come true.

But it was coming true. Aidan had his sexy teacher, ten years older, ten years more seductive and beautiful was underneath him taking his cock inside of her. And what a place for him to be, inside of Janelle Forrester. Her pink was a pocket of heaven. It was so inviting and comforting, it fit around him like a wet warm glove.

As the lifelong fantasy played out in real time underneath him, Aidan opened his eyes to study the woman underneath him. She closed her eyes as she moaned, her perfect red hair darker and sticking a bit to her forehead and face with sweat. Her moaning built with more volume, and then she started to cry out with unbridled passion. Aidan's throbbing cock couldn't pull out of her with the ease of before. The walls of her glorious pussy clenched his dick, and tried milking him. The young man couldn't hold out much longer. He desperately wanted to deposit his hot white cum inside of her, but was wary of the idea.

As her orgasm seemed to subsist, Janelle started suggestively sucking on his thumb. She was doing everything in her dirty feminine powers to coax his seed out of him. Aidan was driving himself inside of her, holding on by a thread.

"Come inside me, Aidan"

Aidan wasn't sure what he heard. He closed his eyes so as not to see Janelle suck on his thumb, but he could definitely feel her sweet mouth and hot breath on it.

"Don't you want to come inside me? Inside your teacher's tight...little....pussy?"

With that Aidan opened his eyes and looked deeply into Janelle's eyes unblinking as he thrusted deliberately burying himself as deep as he could and unleashing his orgasm inside of her. He sprayed his cum, spurting inside of her for a moment that simultaneously seemed as if time stopped and was over all too quickly.

As his faculties reappeared, Aidan pulled himself out of his lover and found her hands with his. He interlocked his fingers with hers and kissed her deeply. He let go of her hands and laid himself on the bed next to her. He wrapped an arm around her bare stomach and kissed her shoulder lightly.

"Thanks, Janelle," he said softly with a smile on his face, "that was...amazing."