EroticReverie

Killian Kent 

When I wake up the next morning and find my bed empty , I’m not happy. There’s no note. There no number left to contact her. Did she wake up and regret what we’d done? We’d spent hours last night going at each other like animals. Layla Love was more than just adorable and cute. She was excepting fucking filthy and the hottest fuck I’ve ever had. Cumming inside her was like a dream come true. A dream that came true three different times before we’d fallen asleep together in my bed. 

Maybe it’s out of line. But after I shower and get dressed, I go to her apartment and leave an envelope taped to her door. Maybe she would call. Maybe she wouldn’t. I don’t knock because I don’t want to put her on the spot. But last night, god, I didn’t want that to be a one and done thing. Is that what she thought I wanted ? Or is what she thought I’d wanted? 

I go the rest of the day wondering if she’ll call or text me. And I start to lose hope that she’ll contact me. It’s seven in the evening when a text pops up. 

“Hi.” Is all it says from the unknown number. 

I smile at my screen. Knowing it has to be her. 

“It’s your favorite baby giraffe.” She says and I smile wider. 

“Where did you go to this morning?” I type back. 

“I didn’t want to want you to have to go through the whole , I had a good time, speech. So I left. “

“Well I did have a good time.” I type. 

“But I didn’t like waking up to find you already gone.” I type. 

“Sorry. I thought I was making it easier for you.” She types. 

“Come over” I type. 

“Or I can come there.” I add. 

“I have a friends thing I have to go to.” She types. 

“Come over after then.” I type hoping she’s not trying to avoid seeing me again. 

“Okay.” She types. 

“Or…if you want to..you could come with me?” She types. 

“Where to?” I ask. 

“A friends birthday. You don’t have to come. If it’ll be too weird for you.”

“Why would it be weird?” I ask. 

“Because you’ll be in a room full of your previous students.” She replies. 

I think about it for a second. But the decide I don’t give a fuck. That I already knew I wanted more than just sex with Layla and if that was the case then eventually I’d have to be around her friends , which just happened to be other past students of mine. 

“I’ll come.” I type. 

“Tell me when to pick you up.” I add. 

“Thirty minutes?” She types. 

“I’ll be there Miss Love.” I reply. 

I get ready and put on black dress pants and black long sleeved dress shirt and my watch. Then get in my car and make my way over to pick her up. 

“You look nice.” She says as she sits her pretty fucking ass in the passenger seat. 

She looked so fucking good, wearing an adorable flirty floral dress with off shoulder sleeves with a hem that fell to her mid thigh. 

“Layla” I exhale. Because fuck. I wasn’t going to make it through the next few hours without having her.

She bites her lip. 

“You look beautiful” I exhale and she smiles as she pushes her hair over her shoulder. 

“Thank you Mister Kent” she says with a flirty little smirk. I groan hearing her call me that, as if we’re back in the classroom where all my fantasies of her began. 

“How late can we be to this party?” I ask and she bites her lips. 

“Why?” She asks. 

“You know why little giraffe” I say as my eyes fall over her and she bites her lip again. 

“We’re already late” she exhales. 

I groan. “And you can’t just , not go I assume?” 

She shakes her head. 

“Fuck Layla” I groan and turn and grab her chin gently with my thumb and forefinger and lean in and kiss her mouth and she parts her mouth and our tongue slip over one another’s. 

“If anyone asks tonight…..” I groan and kiss her mouth. “We’re together” I say confidently and she exhales shakily and nods. 

“Not even gonna ask me huh?” She teases. 

“Do I have to?” I ask and she shakes her head. 

I smile and kiss her again. 

“Good. And this means you don’t ever leave my bed in the morning ever again” I say and she nods. 

“If you do , I’m going to bend you over my desk at home and take a ruler to your sweet little fucking ass Miss Love” I groan. 

“Can we do that anyways?” She breathes and I grin and kiss her again. 

“You want me to punish such a good girl?” I whisper and she whimpers with a nod.

“Fuck” I mutter against her lips and kiss her again. 

“Then I guess you better very a good girl for me tonight Layla” I groan and she moans and kisses me. 

“Put your seat belt on. The sooner we go. The sooner I can get you home and bent over my desk.” I whisper and she shivers making me smirk. 

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I see the wide eyes and dropped jaws of previous students as I walk in with Layla. 

“Mister Kent?!” Julia one of my previous students screeches.  

Everyone gives us looks as if they’re trying to decide if I’m really here with a past student or not. 

“Oh my god…are you…” Julia looks at Layla and then at me. Her head doing a comical back and forth as I slip my hand to Laylas lower back. 

“Nice to see you again Julia, happy birthday” I say as I pull Layla to my side as I silently confirm for the room why I’ve shown up beside one of their friends as I slip my hand to the opposite side of her waist and pull her even closer. Mine. My movement says. All mine. 

Nobody asks outright but they already know by the way I keep her tucked to my side and the way she places her hand on my chest as she stands beside me. Curled into me. 

I recognize almost all of the faces here and all of my past students come over and say hello while they also do the back and forth between me and Layla. 

It’s a little awkward I suppose , but it’s not like any of them were still my students and it’s not like Layla wasn’t a legal adult. But it still added a bit of that forbidden aspect when everyone in the room had known me as their teacher and now I was dating one of the students that they shared a classroom with. 

A few of my male students have me occupied as one of Laylas girl friends tug her away and whisper to her with wide eyes and I watch her jaw drop and a few others girls standing near by them also going wide eyed as I Layla nods. Probably confirming that we’re together. 

I’m glad I went and left that note on her door this morning. 

“Glad to see your giraffe legs were able to carry you well enough to run away from me this morning. I’m hoping though, that they also carry you back to me Miss Love.  I want to see you again. A lot. If you want that. In all honesty, I already know I want far more than just to see you again.  I want you Miss Love and I have since the day I saw you. I believe Your clumsy little legs put you back in my life for a reason.”  Is what I’d written along with my number. 

I let her friends gossip with her for several minutes as I speak with the guys and laugh at some of their recollections of their time in my class room. But I get through all of about ten minutes before I have to have make my way back to her and just fucking get my hands on her. 

We spend the next hour socializing and she bites her lip as one of her friends hand her another drink. One of the guys awkwardly offers me one as if he’s afraid I’m going to the principal that none of us any longer answers to. But I decline since I’m driving and watch Layla give me a little lift of her brow as if questioning if it’s okay that she drinks. I just smile and lean down and put my mouth to her ear. 

“I don’t want you drunk. That’s your last one Miss Love. I want you perfectly sober for the things I’ve got planned for you later.” I whisper and hear her breath hitch slightly. 

Another ten minutes later , I can’t take another second of looking at her in that dress, especially not when she stumbles into the side of a wall. Not from being drunk but just her classic clumsiness and my heart and dick throb for that fucking stumble. I gently pull her to my side and lean down. 

“Quit being so fucking adorable or I’m going to bend you over and give your legs something to wobble for.” I whisper and she looks up at me and bites her lip. 

Grabbing my hand she pulls me through the house. I ignore the stares as she pulls me up the staircase to the second floor and she tosses her friend a look and Julia just smiles and gives her a thumbs up as I follow Layla up the stairs and into one of the bathrooms. 

The instant the door is closed and locked. I lose all fucking control.