Chapter Eleven: A Night Alone

Much to my excitement, our classes flew by so quickly that I could barely remember them. My luck got even better when I managed to wrangle a ride out of Molly and Scott.

When Scott offered to pick me up the next morning, I jumped on it. I felt a huge wave of relief that I wouldn't have to face Keith the next day.

Happily, I hopped out of the car and waved them off, then ran straight into Mr. Jones.

"Whoa, little one," he cautioned with a chuckle.

His smell enveloped me immediately, and I was transported back to this morning. The feel of his body pressed against mine, his lips on my own…

My body warmed again, and I lifted my gaze to his and watched his eyes darken from laughter to desire like someone flipped a switch deep inside him. He leaned down slowly, and my breath hitched in my throat as his lips grew closer to mine. Instead of kissing me, his head tilted, and he rubbed his nose along the line of my neck. The gentle caress sent a chill down my spine.

"Oh…." I whispered so softly it was little more than a puff of air.

He chuckled quietly, and his breath made the chills worse.

His mouth moved up to my ear. "Little one, you tempt me in many ways. You need to stop looking at me like that, or you are gonna learn the hard way exactly what your sweet lips can do."

He pulled away and looked down at me. His eyes suddenly latched on to my lips as if he wanted to show me despite his warning. I opened my mouth to ask him anyway, but he pressed a finger to my lips.

"You're home early," he changed the subject quickly.

"I got a ride," I explained, my voice still breathless.

"I saw that. Why didn't you take the bus like you normally do?" Mr. Jones asked.

My face flushed, and I found myself looking away.

"I just… they offered me a ride," I admitted the only truth I could.

I definitely didn't want to involve Mr. Jones in anything. He might think that I was egging Keith on or wanted his attention. It would kill me to have Mr. Jones think that way about me. As if I was some slut that enjoyed throwing myself at any male that flashed a smile of me.

His hand grasped my chin and tilted my head up once more to look him in the eyes.

"I won't ask you now, young lady. But when I do, you will tell me the truth," Mr. Jones said softly.

I should have known that flimsy explanation wouldn't satisfy him. But I couldn't argue with him, so instead, I just nodded in agreement. He cupped my cheeks and pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Good girl. Now go in and get started on your homework or whatever else you have to do after school," he said.

"Yes, Sir," I whispered, trying to keep myself from grabbing him and pressing my lips against his.

He let me go and slowly walked back to his own house. I absently noticed that he was wearing a pair of jogging shorts and a muscle tee. Both showed off his body amazingly. The perfectly cut muscles were bulging against the white fabric. The shorts hugged his bum and legs so well that I knew it should have been illegal to look at him. When he turned towards me before entering his house, my eyes caught on a bulge in a spot that I knew I really shouldn't be looking at. His eyes met mine, and I flushed in horror that he had seen my fascination.

I rushed inside my own house and slammed the door shut. Mrs. Robinson came out of the living room in a hurry, obviously startled her by my quick entrance.

"Becca, dear, your home early," she commented. "What's wrong? You're all flushed."

The blush grew worse. "I'm fine. I got a ride home from Molly."

"Good! It's absolutely ridiculous that your mother and father can't get you a car. Riding a bus is not safe!" Mrs. Robinson exclaimed.

My stomach dropped at the reminder of what had happened. I had a ride for tomorrow, but how was I going to keep away from Keith and get him to stop touching me.

"Is Mother out?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Yes, she and your father left early for their vacation," Mrs. Robinson explained, her tone one of unmistakable disapproval.

"What are you still doing here? Go home!" I said with a smile.

Mrs. Robinson gave me a wide grin. "You are such a good girl. I'll leave in a moment. Your mother is paying me for a full day's work, and I'm gonna give her one."

Impulsively I gave her a hug. She was a good woman, her and Mrs. Short both. My mother didn't realize what a treasure she hired when she found these two. Both were honest, hard-working women that didn't take advantage of the situation they were given.

Mrs. Robinson returned my hug and patted my back.

"You're so sweet, Becca. Now go get your homework done," she instructed, letting me go and pushing me towards the kitchen.

I hurried in and gave Mrs. Short a hug as well and thanked her for the snack she had made up for me.

I sat down happily at the table and ate the treats, digging into my homework with the same gusto.

I snuggled into my bed that night, feeling more settled than I had in a long time. With my parents gone, I could relax and not worry about having to pretend. Tonight, the silence and loneliness didn't bother me. Tonight, I had gone to bed early because I had plans.

I couldn't get Mr. Jones's kiss out of my head nor the feel of his arms around me. Just the memory sent heat through my body. The area between my legs grew wetter and began to ache. I let my hand slide between my thighs, feeling a sense of shame try to crawl through me at having gone to bed without proper jammies on. I had actually planned on touching myself… I was so naughty…. But I still couldn't wait either.

I could feel the heat radiating from my… ohhh, I still couldn't even think of the word for such a private place. I lightly rubbed the lips that hid the sensitive flesh within. Oh, it felt so good, just brushing my fingers on those lips. So sweet and teasing, I wanted more. I began to rub harder, whimpering as that touch made the ache stronger. I moved my hips against my hand once more, pressing harder, wanting to feel that amazing explosion again.

In my anxiousness for relief, a finger slipped between the slick folds and hit my clitoris. I knew the name from my health book… not that my mother ever allowed me to actually sit through the sex-ed classes the other students did. But she couldn't stop me from reading through the health book before she took it away from me.

The minute my finger bumped it softly. I cried out loudly, feeling the pleasure double.

"More," I whimpered out loud.

My finger began to rub the area, and in an instant, my inhibitions disappeared. I threw my covers off and spread my legs wide enough to give my hand freedom to touch. My fingers dove back in and rubbed the hardened nub back and forth slowly. Cries fell from my lips as the sensations I enjoyed so much building stronger and faster this time. Out of nowhere, it peaked and exploded from that tiny little nub shooting out to every nerve ending of my body. A loud cry erupted from me as the spasms kept coming and coming before finally deliciously dissipating slowly, leaving me a trembling bundle of flesh on my bed. I moved my hand away and concentrated on trying to slow my breathing.

I stared up at the ceiling for a while, enjoying the sense of lethargy that was enveloping me. With a deep sigh, I rolled over and closed my eyes.

This weekend suddenly got interesting.