EroticReverie

Killian Kent

After her boss brings the first aid kit I dismiss him, waving him off as I tend to Layla's small cuts, cleaning them, and rubbing oitment over them, putting a band aid over the one on her elbow.

"There, brand new." I say as I let my hand fall from her leg after finishing. 

"thank you again" she says. 

"For saving me from the champagne pile" she says and I just smile, sitting on my knees in the grass in my suit. 

"Dont mention it." I say and she chews the side of her lip with a bashful smile. 

"and thank you for taking care of my cuts." she says. 

"Of course." I nod and she looks at me. 

"And for not letting Henry yell at me." she adds and my lips tigthen, my nostrils flaring. 

"Promise me you wont let anyone ever talk to you like that ever again." I say and she blinks and nods.

"okay." she says. 

Layla Love had been my favorite student for many reasons. Her clumsiness and chaos was endearing, and fucking adorable to me. She was a popular girl, but she was kind. She wasn't just friends with popular kids, she'd been friends with everyone. I watched her in the halls stick up for less popular students, putting a stop to bullying or harrassment of other students. Calling people out, and putting them in their place. I'd never once witnessed anyone be unkind to her, or yell at her. So seeing that fucking man berate her over something so fucking stupid, when she was bleeding and already feeling shameful for it. I'd wanted to wring his neck. 

Laylah wasnt just kind and adorable. She was witty, and smart. She was the best part of my day anytime I got see her. Like a fucking basket of kittens, you couldn't fucking help but want to just stare at her and adore her. It'd felt wrong how badly I'd wanted her. Not just now as I tend to her, but then too. Wanting to run my fingers through her long blonde hair, to trace her soft lips with my tongue and be able to know what someone as sweet as her tastes like. She wasn't just adorable, she was incredibly sexy, and it really made me question my moral compass when I'd leave school at night with her curves on my mind. Her wide hips, the thickness of her thighs, the breasts that she almost always hid in modest tops. She was a stunner. There was no doubt about that, and I'd be a liar to say I never fantasized about her while being her teacher. Sure she was eighteen , but it felt so fucking wrong that I'd imagined her naked countless times while she sat in the middle row, one delicious leg crossed over the other.

"Do you want to take a walk with me Layla?" I ask as I stand and hold out my hand. 

"I'm working." she says and I frown, having forgotten that part.

"Don't you get a break?" I ask and she gives me a small smile. 

"I think I just took it. Sitting here...not working." she says. 

"When are you done working?" I ask. 

"At nine, when the party is over." she says and I look at my watch, another two hours till she was free. 

"do you have plans after?" I ask and she chews her lip and shakes her head. 

"Would you like to get a drink with me after?" I ask her and she blinks, letting out a soft laugh.

"I can't." she says with a smile. 

My brows pinch. "Why not?" I ask, then clearing my throat, realizing how pushy I'm being. 

"I mean...okay then." I say not wanting to pressure her. 

She laughs. "I can't...not that I dont want to...I would if I could...but..I'm nineteen Killian...I cant get into a bar." she says reminding me and I exhale with relief and partial embarrassment for forgetting our age difference.

"right." I say with a nod. "Of course. Good girl." 

I don't mean it to be anything more than a simple praise of her being a responsible teenager, but I see the term register something else in her mind and then in turn, does the same in mine. I clear my throat. 

"Being responsible I mean. You're a good girl for being responsible." I say. 

She bites her lower lip as her lashes stay lifted, her eyes on me and she nods. 

I swallow hard, trying to ignore what it does to me to have her still sitting, looking up at me like that with those eyes of hers while that lip is tucked between her teeth. 

"We can take a walk when you're done then. Catch up. I'd like to know what you're up to." I say and clear my throat again. Unable to stop clearing my throat, a nervous habit. 

"Other than walking around like a baby giraffe?" she asks, teasing me, and I let loose a small laugh, and am thankful for it, because it allows my dick to calm the fuck down, because I was almost halfway hard just looking at her. 

"Yes, other than that Layla." I say and she smiles. 

"Okay, nine o clock. Where should I meet you?" she asks. 

"Right here." I say and she smiles. 

"Okay." she nods once.

"Okay." I smile. 

"Have a good time at the party Killian." she says as she stands. 

"You too." I say without thinking. She giggles when I scrunch my nose, realizing I just basically told a waiter for them to ALSO enjoy their meal, when they werent eating anything. 

I watch Laylah still giggling as she turns and walks away, looking over her shoulder and giving a little wave. I jump forward when she stumbles a bit , not watching where she's going, a divot in the ground catching the toe of her sneaker. She lets out a little yip as she almost fucking falls but rights herself and I let out a breath and she laughs. 

She blushes as she looks at me, then shrugs and turns shaking her head to herself. I hear her mutter. 

"You really ARE a baby giraffe Layla" she whispers to herself, and I smile to myself, letting my eyes carry to her ass as I watch her walk away.