EroticReverie

Killian Kent

We're inside her apartment, and it's somehow exactly as I'd have imagined it. Not dirty, but rather messy, an apartment of chaos and no order. As if this tiny little blonde tornado whipper through leaving things out of place, but somehow exactly where they're supposed to be. 

"It's a litle messy." she says and I just smile, looking around. 

"It's fine. I find spaces like this more comfortable to be in. You can tell it's lived in, and you don't have to walk on eggshells or be afraid of disrupting someones order. " I say and she gives a little hum. 

"You were always pretty ogranized, with your neat desk, your pens and pencils, in their correct cup on your desk." she says and I smile. 

"Yes. I like to be organized." I admit and she lifts a brow. 

"But my place isnt organized." she says and I shrug. 

"Maybe not to me...but I'm sure you know where everything is Miss Love." I say, watching her chest lift with a deep breath as she looks up at me standing a few feet away. 

I cock my head. "Do you not like me calling you that?" 

"you seem to have a reaction to it." I add. 

She takes another long breath and exhales. 

"My reaction is not due to me not liking you calling me that." she says.

"Oh?" I ask, more curious. "Then what is it?" 

She shakes her head. "Nothing." She says and swallows and then juts her thumb towards the small hall. "I better go wash up." 

I just smile softly and nod. "Alright." 

"Um, just...make yourself at home." she says and then walks to the hall and into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. 

I walk into the small living area, smiling at the random books lying about, the open note pad on the coffee table, a hamper of neatly folded clothes at the end of the couch. I walk around the small room looking at the pictures on the wall, some I assume are family, other clearly friends her age, and I inhale deeply as I see one of her in a white string bikini , hold both hands up in a pose at the end of a boat with the water in the background and a bright blue sky. 

The shower starts to run and my cock twitches in my pants as I stare at her figure in the photo, her breasts, probably a generous c cup, the small bikini showing over a generous mount of side boob, her thick thighs touching, a small traingle piece of fabric covering a part of her i'm currently dying to taste. She's a student. I remind myself. Was my cock screams, WAS, a student. 

Knowing she's mere feet away, utterly naked makes it impossible for my cock not to react and I groan, and grab it, trying to will the growing erection to retreat. 

"Not now" I growl quietly and squeeze it hard. My eyes are still on that photo though, and my dick only gets harder. 

"Fuck" I curse and walk away from the photo and to the couch and sit down and close my eyes and try to think of something else. A small smirk on my lips as I replay her making reference to my baby giraffe comparrison more than once. I open my eyes, centering myself, taking a deep breath and then look to the side, to the laundry basket, and curse ones more, as I see a pair of black lace panties on the side of the basket, a red pair....a white pair....fuck. My cock moves in my pants. 

"Jesus christ" I groan and growl and lean my head back, hands over my face, shaking my head. 

Take her panties. Take her panties. Take a pair, just take one pair, she'll never miss em, the perverted devil on my shoulder urges. I was NOT taking a pair of Layla Love's panties home with me. Even if, I really, reallllyyyy fucking wanted to. I look back to the basket and groan, imagining wrapping a pair around my dick later tonight and moaning her fucking name while I cum. 

Those panties would NOT be coming home with me. I refused to violate her that way. To take her personal , intimate belongings. Would I be fucking my fist to her later? Yes. But not with a pair of her stolen panties. I was still a decent man, I tell myself. Even if my thoughts are indecent. 

I hear the shower come to a stop and look down at my dick. Rolling my eyes and shifting it, trying to fucking make it look not so fucking obscene. 

A minute later, the bathroom door opens and my jaw drops as she steps out, in a tiny little towel, she doesnt look over her shoulder as she scampers to the door at the end of the hall.

"I just need to get dressed!" she calls without looking back and I curse, every part of me wanting to go knock on that bedroom door and beg her to let me keep her clothes off and see what's under that towel.

Five minutes later, my cock has mercifully somewhat fucking been tamed and it twitches the second she opens her door and steps out. 

Layla is wearing long sleeved white t shirt, tight and low cut. With tight fucking blue jean shorts and a pair of white sneakers. Her blonde hair is no longer up, but brushed out and falling down around her, and down her back, even longer than it used to be, almost reaching her ass. The tip brushing her hips. And there goes my dick. 

"I'm ready" she smiles, sweeping her hair over her shoulder and my eyes go to her breast, then the other as she sweeps her hair over the opposite shoulder too. 

Fuck me. Was she even wearing a bra? Yes. I can see the outlines of it, but her fucking nipples are pointing at me and I lift my eyes to hers and her brows lift slightly.

"You ready?" she asks. 

I nod as I push up, trying to casually adjust myself as I clear my throat but Layla doesnt miss it. And when my eyes meet hers, the corner of her mouth twists up and she bites her lower lip, then looks away and walks to grab her small purse. 

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We take my car and I drive to my favorite restaurant. A small Italian mom and pop place, with a outdoor dining. We sit at a small table outside under the lighting strung along the patio , with vines overhead and wrapping down around the poles.

After the waiter takes our order, which is just a small appetizer and a bottle of wine, she reminds me she's only nineteen.

I just smile. "You dont have to drink any. But I promise not to call the cops on you if you do." I say and she laughs and nods. The waiter coming back, pouring the first glass, allowing me to taste it and I nod, and he pours more into the glass, then pours the second for Layla and sets the bottle on the table. 

She takes the wine glass and lifts it. "Cheers"  she says making me smile and I lift my glass to hers, letting her actually clink her glass gently to mine. 

"Oh look at that" she says. "Looks like I CAN be trusted around stemware" 

I laugh and she grins proudly, and I love that she can joke about it, that she doesnt seem to affected by the scolding that prick gave her, or losing her job. 

We both take a sip of wine as she smiles and I watch as her tongue peeks out over lips, licking them clean of wine, and fuck I wanna suck that lower lip of hers, taste the wine on her lips , on her tongue. Knowing it'd taste a million times better served by her mouth. 

"So..." she says and then sets the glass down. 

"You wanted to catch up." she says, and then leans back slightly in the chair, resting her arms on the thin arm rests and lifting one leg up, crossing it over the other. 

"So catch me up." she says. "What is Mister Killian Kent up to these days...teaching obviously?" 

I smile and nod. "Yes." I answer and set my glass down, leaning back slightly as well, eyeing her from across the small table, my eyes taking a peek at those tits before letting my eyes go back to hers. Her nipples are still hard, and I want to taste them. God I want to taste all of her. 

"I'm actually teaching at the college." I say. "Starting this fall...in a week actually" 

"Really?" she asks, blinking. 

"Mm." I nod and pick up my wine glass taking another sip. 

"Yes." I answer. "Creative writing, the last teacher fell ill apparently." 

"Oh." she says. I nod.

"He's alright now, but decided to take early retirement, which left an open spot, one I had shown interest in a few years back. So...they called me up asking me if I wanted the spot." I say and she smiles. 

"That's amazing. Congratulations" she says and I smile with a polite nod. 

"Thank you, I'm happy to start. To put down roots someplace, instead of moving from school to school." I say. 

"You didn't like being a substitute?" she asks, lifting her glass, my eyes going to her mouth. 

"Not that I didn't enjoy it. I did. But moving around from school to school, I just wanted to establish myself somewhere. Start to make a name for myself." I say. "One other than Ken Doll Kent." I say and she almost spits out her wine. 

Her eyes widen, and she grabs the maroon colored linen napking and I chuckle as she wipes her mouth. 

"Oh my god" she whispers with a laugh. "You knew about that name?" 

I laugh and nod. "I did." 

She blushes and puts down her napkin.

"I never called you that, just so you know." she says of the nickname I had been given by the teenage girls at her school when I'd taught there the last half of the year. 

"no?" I ask and she shakes her head. 

"It felt wrong." she says and I smile softly at her. 

"You were so nice..I mean..you still are...but you were ...are..such a good teacher..it felt wrong to ...um...objectify you?" she tilts her head slighty.

"Is that what they were doing, objectifying me?" I ask with a little laugh. 

"Oh" she sputters. "You should have heard some of the things they-....I mean...nevermind." she waves her hand, clearing her throat and taking a big gulp of wine and I just smirk as her cheeks heat. 

"Tell me Miss Love...what did they say?" I ask with a cock of my brow and watch her swallow and then take another big gulp of wine and then set down her glass.

"You really want to know?" she asks blinking at me. 

I smile and shrug. "I'm a curious man." 

She sighs. "You're gonna regret asking." 

"Were they mean to me Miss Love?" I ask with a fake pout and she lets out a quick laugh. 

"Mean? No. Absolutely not. Vulgar and horny as hell  over you? yes." she says and I blink and she blushes, shaking her head as if wanting to take back how she worded it. 

I love the way she squirms in her seat, a bit uncomfortable, a bit nervous and shy. 

"You dont have to tell me what they said." I say, sitting up, taking a sip of wine and setting it back down as she takes a sigh of relief. 

"but tell me this Miss Love..." I say, resting my elbows on the table, one forearm over the other and she squirms in her seat, sitting up straighter. 

"Did the pretty little giraffe that stumbled into my door every other day ever agree with the things they said?" I whisper and she inahles with a soft little gasp. I smile, licking my lips, looking at hers and then back at her eyes.

"Maybe" she exhales. 

"Mm, just maybe?" I cock my brow and she squirms in her seat , bitingher lip hard and nods. 

"Can I tell you a secret Miss Love?" I whisper across the table and she lets out a small sound, much like half a moan and my dick goes hard in my pants as she nods.

"I can't take my eyes off you tonight.....and I couldnt take my eyes off you when you sat in my class either." I whisper to her. 

She uncrosses her legs and puts her foot the ground and I watch her shift in her seat, thrighs pressing together.

"I know I shouldnt have looked forward to seeing you every other day walk through that door...but I did...I looked forward to being able to lay my eyes on the most precious fucking thing I'd ever seen in my entire life.....so....I dont care what any other student had to say about me....because there was only one that ever drew my attention....and i shouldnt admit to it....and I hope to god you dont run from this fucking table for it....but I hope you agreed with the things they said Miss Love...I hope your mind was privately as filthy as your classmates....cause I cant even speak the things I thought about when I looked at you...that's how filthy they are Miss Love."