EroticReverie

Fallon

It's Monday morning and if it weren't for my own drive to get the fuck out of this town, I'd gladly stay in bed and skip school. My parents could care less whether or not I go. The only reason I contemplate it before getting out of bed to shower, is that fact that I'm exhausted, and sore. 

Kane Cole may have been middle aged and half way to becoming a silver fox, but the man has more stamina that I did at eighteen years old. We spent the entire weekend naked, the entire weekend confessing to each other our dirtiest darkest secrets that we could think of. Although I didn't have many that I hadn't already divulged to him over the years. 

It felt strangely comfortable being there for the entire weekend. We ate together, we watched television together and movies , even though they were often interrupted by his or my own wandering hands. My favorite part was falling asleep beside him, listening to the sound of him breathing into my hair as he held me, and waking up to his lips on mine, and his tongue prying them open gently to wake me. 

Saturday and Sunday morning he kissed me for what felt like an hour before we went at it again. His mouth on mine was the biggest tease, and made me more wet than anything else he did to my body. I liked that the kisses didn't feel empty or void of passion. That he wasn't just kissing me because that's what you were "supposed" to do before having sex. 

It was like our kissing was entirely serparate from the sex we had. It was intimate and I definitely understood why Julia Robert told Richard Gere no kissing on the mouth in Pretty Woman.  The man who had spent the past two years making me confess my sins to him, was making be feel absolved of everything I ever did wrong, or every wrong thing that happened to me.  It felt like it was repeairing little pieces of me at a time, to feel his hands on my face and his tongue against mine as my body burned for his hands everywhere. 

I'd felt slightly embarrassed that I had told him sometimes I thought I loved him. But I really did, even the first time he'd called a meeting with my parents and they never showed. I think I started to believe I loved him even then. He didn't have to give a shit about me. Sure, he was the principal, and he was responsible for the students, but it was different. I loved him a little bit then for the way he seemed sad for me. Sure, it was pity. And I hated pity. But, it felt good to think someone might care for me, even the slightest bit. 

Today I kept my hair down, my makeup minimal, and wore a tight white body suit that had a cris cross tie from the middle of my torso up to my cleavage. I wore a tight pair of skinny jeans that were a light blue and slightly distressed at the thighs  and knees, with a pair of white sneakers. I wore no bra in hopes that I'd see Mr. Cole today. 

I slapped Jeremy's hand when he flicked my nipple while walking in English. Jeremy was a guy I'd hooked up with multiple times at parties. Normally I'd giggle and bite my lip at him and welcome to sexual harrassment, but all I can hear is Kane's voices in my ear. 

"Mine"

"You're mine now."

And I was. And even though my craving for attention was always at a high, the only attention that would satisfy me now was his. 

"What's up your ass, cause it's not me" Jeremy asks as he sits down in front of me and turns in his seat as I sit down. 

"Nothing is up my ass, maybe I just don't want you touching me anymore." I say and brush my hair over my shoulder and grab my phone from my purse, taking it out. 

"Yeah, okay...you free this weekend?" he asks. 

I shake my head as I look at my text, smiling at my phone without looking up.

"Confession.  I missed you this morning. I had to jerk off twice before even getting out of bed because my fucking bed smells like you." 

"Behave today please. Also, remember, no touching what's mine. I want you needy when I see you on Wednesday."

I bite my lip at my phone and start to type back.

"Fal?" Jeremy asks and I lift my eyes. 

"Huh?" I ask half annoyed.

"You free this weekend?" he asks and I shake my head. 

"Nope." I say and type back.

"Confession. I'm wearing a tight white top with no bra on today, just for you. But you haven't even seen it yet :( " I reply.

"Who you textin?" Jeremy asks trying to grab my phone and I pull it back and shove it in my purse. 

"None of your business" I say and roll my eyes. 

"Your tits look good in that top." he says and his hand reaches over, his thumb and pointer together as if he's about to pinch my nipple and I back hand his fingers, swatting his arm away. 

"Knock it off. Seriously." I say. 

"I can't tell you your tits look nice?" he scoffs. 

I just roll my eyes and feel the eyes of a few girls on me. Either jealous or...no...just jealous. Because when I lift my eyes to Mikayla she just lifts a brow, turns up her nose and looks away. 

"Guess some people don't know what a bra is." She mutters to another girl Elise and they both giggle. 

"No, some of us just aren't eighteeen with fifty year old looking tits, can they sag any lower Mikkie?" I ask cocking my head as she gasps and turns to look at me, her side kicks eyes going wide.  Jeremy laughs and so do the other few guys near me. 

"Fucking bitch." Mikayla sneers and I blow her a kiss. 

Her tits were fine. But if she was going to be a bitch, I could be one too. 

"I'd ask the guys to compare them, but unlike you, the whole school hasn't seen MY tits" she says.

The comment would bother me if I hadn't been through far worse than a little catty bullying. 

"You jealous you haven't seen em yet Mik?" I purr as I lean back in my seat.

"Did you wanna see em Mik, all you have to do is ask.." I say and trail a finger up to the top of my criss cross tie, and pull at the string. 

"Say please Mik." I tease. 

She scoffs. "Whore." 

I give her a little kissy face and wink. 

"Miss Woods?" our english teacher says my name and I look forward and drop my hand immediately as he looks at me. HE's standing at his desk and looking at me, and I know he caught me toying with my shirt and probably heard me taunting Mikayla.

"Yes sir?" I ask and I don't miss the brief second our overweight balding English teacher let's his eyes flash to my tits for a split second. 

"Principals office." he says and I have to fight the urge to smile excitedly , so I sigh as if I'm annoyed and grab my things.

"My house tonight" Jeremy says.

I roll my eyes as I stand.

"Nope." I say and he grumbles and sucks air through his teeth and pouts like a child. 

"Try not to suck any dicks along the way Fallon." Mikayla says.

I turn my head over my shoulder.

"Why not? I'm so good at it. Didn't your boyfriend tell you?" I ask with a little smirk. 

"Oops" I say and lift my fingers to my mouth and then turn after being pleased with the wide eyed shocked stare. 

I didn't suck her boyfriends dick, ever. But, she doesn't know that. And even when she asks him, after she lets it eat away at her. She still won't believe I didn't because Mikayla was more insecure than any other girl I'd ever known. Mission accomplished. 

I stop in the bathroom and brush my hair, I reapply my lip tint so my lips look a light cherry red, then put on some lip gloss and smile at myself in the mirror. I pop a mint into my mouth and crunch it between my teeth and then pinch my nipples. I twist them and pull them, making them as hard as I possibly can so they're ready for him. 

Then I make my way to his office.

The secretary waves me in and I smile and walk through the little waist high swinging door then down the hall and then knock on the door. 

I wait and feel my pussy aching with excitement, I bite my lip as I hear his foot steps lightly fall closer and closer to the door, and my body can feel his as it draws closer. 

When the door opens I smile up at him as he stands there with a cell phone to his ear. 

His eyes go down over me, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he lays eyes on my nipples, and then knocks his head back slightly, gesturing for me to come in. 

I step in as I hear a voice on the other end of his phone. He closes the door and sound of the lock being secured sends a thrill through my entire body. 

I take off my back pack and set it down along with my purse ontop of the cabinet next to his door and then turn and he's smiling a bit more as he reaches to my side and slides a hand up and then lets his thumb sweep up the underside of my breast and over my nipple, and then pinches it gently and I bite my lip.

"Uh huh, yes." he says into the phone as his hand slips away and he pulls at the strings instead. I stand there heart racing as he pulls the strings out of each hole one by one, unlacing them from my top, until he pulls the entire string out. 

"Well, yes, I agree." he says to whoever it is on the phone as he put the phone to his shoulder and holds it there with the side of his head as he reaches with both hands to my top and then pulls it open further until both of my tits are out. I watch him lick his lips and then he grabs both gently, pushing them together, then running his thumbs over each nipple and circling them.

After a moment he grabs my hand and takes me over to the desk. 

Putting his cell phone on speaker , I hear multiple people talking, some kind of conference call.

"I told you before Mr. Cole, she's a troubled youth. " I hear my math teachers voice as he lifts me up onto the desk and grabs my chin and kisses me softly and then softly again and I grab at his tie and pull him in closer, wrapping my legs around him as he smiles against my mouth. 

"But just wait till you see the shirt she's wearing, it's completely uncalled for. Such a distraction to my teaching. You should have seen the boys in class today!" she exclaims as another of my teachers. My gym teacher chimes in. 

"She wore those short shorts again with a sports bra! I had to send her back to the locker room to grab something from the lost and found" she says and I realize they're talking about me. 

"Bad girl" Mr. Cole whispers in my ear as his hands go to my "distracting" breasts and he grabs them and whispers in my ear.

"I love your tits Fallon....I love that you show them off....for me" he whispers and kisses below my ear and my eyes flutter shut and his hands go down and he grabs my waist. 

"Yes, well, I'll talk to her, of course, but I really don't know what else to do at this point." he tells them as he then dips down and flicks his tongue over one of my hard nipples as I lean back on both hands and fight my moan. 

It was extra hot, listening to my teachers complain about my clothes, while listening to Kane promise to reprimand me for them, while he was enjoying my outfit, and my body more than anyone else had today. 

I inhale sharply when he teeth bite down, he sucks it hard into his mouth and then drags his tongue up my chest to my neck and bites gently and then goes back to my ear. 

"Well, what do you expect with parents like hers?" My math teacher says. "They dont care about her one bit!What mother or father would let their daughter dress like that in highschool?!" she says and I flinch at her words, freezing and he catches it. 

He stops, grabs the phone and takes it off speaker and puts it to his ear as I sit there processing. 

I knew my parents didn't care. But when other people said it, and I heard them say it. It sucked to hear it confirmed. 

I didn't even listen to what else was said, and was just staring into nothing until Kane grabbed my face and made my eyes come to his. 

"hey.." he says softly and I shake my head. 

"Punish me." I say and he looks at me, his eyes searching mine and fight the tears I feel threatening. 

"Punish me or send me back to class." I say and he sighs. 

"Don't. Don't fucking do that. Don't sigh at me. Don't fucking feel sorry for me." I say and shove at him and he grabs me and pulls me to him, standing between my legs, one hand behind my head, the other on my lower back as he kisses me hard. 

"I care about you Fallon...I care....you don't need your parents....just me" he says and I turn my head and he grabs my face and turns it back to him and I let him kiss me again. 

"please" I beg quietly as his mouth moves over mine. 

"I need you to punish me. Please" I say my voice almost cracking. 

I can feel him debating, and I hate it. Maybe I made a mistake , would he only want to be good to me now? Did he feel too sorry for me now to punish me? Did he lose his will to deal punshiments after this weekend. 

"If you stop punishing me...it's over" I tell him and he pulls back and looks at me. 

"please....make me do something..." I start to cry. 

"Make me clean something....make me go down on your....make me do something, please" I say and he lets out a low growl, he's angry. Not at me. I know he's not angry at me. 

"Fallon..." he says.

"Please!" I yell and grab his shirt. 

"Please don't hold me...don't kiss me....make me do something , let me pay for it... please....I need my punishment."

"Jeremy Tompkins flicked my breast...he asked me to come over this weekend..." I say as I push off the desk and get to my knees. 

"I was mean to Mikayla Jennings, I said slutty things, and taunted her about showing her my tits."

I try to think of anything to confess, anything at all. 

"Please!" I beg and then I reach for his pants, his belt.

I undo them and he just watches. 

"Fallon..." he says.

"I need to do this." I tell him and he shakes his head.

"not like this." he says and I grabs my hands and he pulls me up. I felt like I was having a mini break down. 

He holds me to him, wrapping his arms around me, my chest pressed to his shirt, my breasts still out, as he strokes my hair and kisses the top of my head. 

"I will punish you Fallon. I promise. But not right now." he says and I clutch his shirt from the back as I press my face into him. 

"I'm going to give you my key to my house."  he says and I sniffle and lift my head.

"What?" I ask. 

He reaches over onto his desk and grabs his key ring. 

He pulls a square shaped gold key from it and hands it to me. 

"Calm down for me...stop crying...then when you're good, just drive to my place....park in the garage and close it. You can watch television, or whatever...take a bath, go  in the pool. Whatever you want to do." he says. 

I close my fingers around the key and then look up at him. 

"Can't you come?" I ask and he gives a slight smile and shakes his head.

"Not today, I have a lot of stuff to do, but I'll be there by four, okay?" he says and his hands come to my face.

I nod. 

He kisses my forehead.

"Can you kiss me more first?" I ask. 

He smiles and nods. 

"yes."