Miss Teacher: 9/12
Author's Note: It's more of a PG-13 to me, but I'm gonna call it an R just in case. It'll lead to R's anyway, lol. Read on!
“You look…nice.”
Vic had just hopped in the car and Khun thought it the right thing to say. At least, he thought of it as the right thing to say that was just enough words to keep him from stuttering and polite enough that she wouldn’t detect how warm she was making him.
“Thanks,” she beamed while fastening her seatbelt. “And you look…nice.”
“Why the pause?” he joked. At least her tone had helped him lighten the atmosphere in the car; better yet, his anxious mood.
“Just giving out what I get.”
“Fine. Fair enough. …then,” Khun looked around, as if searching for the perfect words. “…you look hot.”
“Oh?” Vic began to smile brightly. “Go on.”
“And,” Khun looked ahead and giggled, “…your…arms look bigger.”
By this point Vic’s smile was fading.
“And I want you to let your five o’clock shadow show more cause it looks nice-“
“Shut up! Okay. I get it.”
“I don’t get the same compliment back?”
“No!”
She slapped him across the arm and both of them were laughing. Maybe this date wouldn’t turn out so awkward. They could be friendly with each other just the same. Khun repeated the mantra of ‘keep calm’ in his head over and over, it the jokes here and there seemed to filter through and assuage the situation. Not that there was a situation. Not that he wanted there to be a situation. And what did such a situation entail? A hug or two? Kissing? He could handle that; he was sure of that. But anything that skimmed the lines of sex?
Khun saw that his mind was sidetracking itself before he decided to change the subject. Ice cream, he thought. Go back to ice cream. No pressure. It’s just ice cream after all.
“So…where’s this ice cream spot?” he asked her.
“I changed my mind.” Vic cast her head down bashfully and clutched at her small purse, as if it were a lifeline that she couldn’t let go of.
“Oh,” Khun replied. Though in his mind, he was hoping she wouldn’t pull something else. Or maybe he was hoping for it and didn’t want to put it out there himself.
Fuck, he thought.
“Yeah. I want,” she bit her lip, “snow cones.”
“Snow…cones?” Khun questioned. Nevermind then. “…oh alright. …I guess that’s fine.”
“Great! And it’s not that far, and I hear it’s really good. Just off the road.”
“Okay. Just tell me the way,” he smiled.
Khun remembered their last encounter in a dark theater and knew he might get himself in trouble if he headed back into one.
Vic grabbed his hand and laced the fingers with hers. She looked down at his arm, saw how it flexed slightly when she held him and how great it looked in his red polo. He really looked good in that polo, she thought. Those khakis, too. She wondered how preppy he could dress and still make the look work. Or maybe it was the fact that he probably looked just as great, if not better, undressed. She took a deep breath but couldn’t clear her thoughts.
---
Miss Teacher,
Is what I’m doing crazy? Will he go for it? I feel like I’m pushing him, though I know he wants it to. It’s driving me crazy. I can’t look at him anymore without wanting to-
Vic thought of the time in their date in the theater. She thought of how warm she felt in his arms and how she could feel him harden with every word she breathed or movement she made. He made her feel powerful without letting her take too much control. Vic knew what her controlling ways could do and if she had it her way, she would have had sex with him right then and there.
-fuck him.
Yes. Fuck him, she thought. What was this tease? She sighed and let her head fall to her desk table in frustration. Vic was angry but she wasn’t; appreciated his chivalry but wanted him to at least attempt losing control with her. She signed her name on the paper and put the stationary away.
Vic stood in front of her mirror and looked at her red dress. She wondered if he’d like it. Maybe it wouldn’t be romantic or picture perfect…but she’d be with him. That’s all that mattered to her.
“No going back now,” she said to herself.
Her hair was patted and pulled nervously as she tried to get any lose strands to stay down. She looked over at a clock in her room and saw the time. Khun was never late, so she rushed to get her bag on the bed. It was open the slightest bit, the edges of various wrappers poking out, before she closed it securely and hurried downstairs. She heard the familiar hum of his car as she hopped outside.
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They drove for quite a few miles rather silently. The radio was still playing some summery songs and the sun had gone, leaving them venturing into the night down a quiet roadway.
“Are we close Vic?” he asked. Maybe she didn’t know the way, or someone gave her the wrong address, he thought.
“No. We’re close- Wait. Up there.”
She pointed to a driveway that had a rickety sign near the edge of it. On the sign were the words ‘SNOW CONES’ and an arrow that pointed up the hill. Khun looked unsure, but he could see twinkling lights in the distance, so he turned in.
It was another hundred yards until they came upon a tiny shack, clad with white Christmas lights and no one in site. The doors all had locks and the only opening it had had downturned cups stacked on one plastic-cased side and a small tube and a spout next to it. It made it look like a large vending machine. If Khun were sure, he presumed that’s what it was.
They parked a few spaces away in the miniature clearing and could see two other cars parked farther away, though there were benches near the shack.
“Vic? …who told you about this place?”
“Um…a friend.” He looked at her unsurely. “Come on. It’s really nifty. Bring your change.”
Odd, he thought. But he had to admit the interest it peaked to have a snow cone shack out in the middle of nowhere. Once the money was dispensed, a cup was sucked up over the edge of the plastic encasing and dropped down, before a little bar shifted it over. Next the flurries came down, filling the cup, before it was shifted again, syrup was poured on and it beeped quietly that it was done. Besides the wear and tear of the place, leaving them to hike back to their car rather than sit on splintered bench seats, the machine was brand new. Vic shared what her friend told her of the history of the place, how the owner had been there for a while until he got to old to maintain it all the time, and how it just seemed like a better idea to have it automated.
She talked on and on, and she hoped he couldn’t see how nervous she was.
Khun actually enjoyed her stories. They were great conversation starters. As they sat in the car, their snow cones almost finished after half an hour of speaking and eating, both of them were substantially cooler, and much more comfortable. They sat in the car, riddled in shadow, and kept conversing.
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“Hey, how much syrup do you have left?” she asked slyly.
“Quite a bit actually.” He sloshed the remaining contents of his cup. “Why?”
“Let’s play a game. First to clear the syrup from their cup gets to make the other do something.”
“Like a dare?”
“Yeah,” she challenged. “Like a dare. Scared?”
Khun laughed at her and put the cup up to his lips.
“One-“ he said. “Two-“ she continued. “Three!” they said in unison.
Both tilted their heads back, downing the syrup and staring at each other out of the corners of their eyes. Vic saw that he was almost finished, so she sprung a hand up to hit the bottom of the cup, sending the last bits of the contents down his chin and onto his neck.
“Vic, what the hell!?” he yelled, though he was laughing. His arms were spread, one holding the cup aloft and one arm swiping widely at his neck as she finished her cup cleanly, licking her lips as she did so.
“I win-“
“You…cheated,” he pointed out.
“No one said I had to be fair.”
“Then technically I won because it was finished out of my cup first.”
Vic opened her mouth to say something, but technically he was right.
“Fine. You win.” She rolled her eyes. “What do you want?”
“Wait, let me clean it off first.”
Khun swiped more of the offensive syrup off of his chin and neck, then swiped it onto her cheek. Vic’s mouth was agape in shock and she slapped him across the shoulder for the second time that night. Khun just laughed.
“Just giving out what I get!” he said.
Vic pushed his arm before she took the remnants off her face and smothered them back on his lips. Khun grimaced and grabbed her hands as she laughed and screamed. He pulled at her and smothered his face on hers in what looked like an awkward kiss, getting both of them even messier.
“Okay, okay! Sorry!” she laughed.
He finally let go and they settled their breathing. They intermittently gave each other looks; looks of playful disdain or sheer happiness. They were happy with each other and this date had just been fun, despite what they’d thought it would be like earlier. Though their eyes wondered, Vic seeing how pulled and open Khun’s shirt had been after their struggle, and Khun looking at how the straps on her dress were falling, revealing bits of messy syrup on her chest, nearly illuminated as it dried in the moonlight. He deterred his sight to the door and excused himself suddenly.
“I’ll get something to clean us up…be right back.”
Khun stepped out of the car and went to the shack-encased machine. He dug in his pocket for loose change and chose to have no syrup on his cup of flurries. When he turned to walk back to the car, she was out, standing by the side of the backseat door. She rubbed at her arm and patted at her hair while trying not to get any stickiness into it. As soon as Vic saw Khun approaching, she gazed at him with a watery longing in her eyes. Khun approached her hesitantly.
“This will melt pretty quick,” he said, grabbing some flurries from the cup and rubbing it on his neck. “It’s not much but there weren’t any napkins.”
He stood in front of her and saw how her skin glistened in the moonlight, and despite the mess of them, how beautiful she looked in it’s glow.
“Vic?” he breathed. His voice was considerably quieter.
“Help me?” she asked. Her eyes were pleading as she let the arm finally slide down. Vic pulled at the sleeves of her dress and showed the tops of her breasts, only traces of syrup on them, and took a step toward Khun.
“Vic don’t-“
“Don’t what?” Her head twisted as it came up to Khun’s face, kissing him slightly and licking away a bit of syrup on his lip as she backed a centimeter away. “I want you to touch me. I’ve wanted you to touch me for so long-“
By then, Khun had already settled the cup on top of the car and her hands came up to hold his face. He stopped them, tightening his brows and clenching his jaw harshly.
“I’m tired of waiting,” she whispered sadly. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Dammit Vic,” he mumbled.
Khun was slowly pulling her arms down before she let them fall. Her head followed suit and she suddenly felt rather naked, turning her head to the side and letting her hair partially cover her chest. Yet just as quickly, Khun’s hands pulled her hair away, dipping into her neck before he began to suckle on it lightly. He was cleaning her, licking away and kissing down to her chest until his mouth met the top of her breasts. His arms wrapped around her tight before one of his hands slid down the window of the car. When they found the door to the backseat, they pulled, opening it before both of them softly slid in.
Khun finally stopped fighting instinct.
“You look…nice.”
Vic had just hopped in the car and Khun thought it the right thing to say. At least, he thought of it as the right thing to say that was just enough words to keep him from stuttering and polite enough that she wouldn’t detect how warm she was making him.
“Thanks,” she beamed while fastening her seatbelt. “And you look…nice.”
“Why the pause?” he joked. At least her tone had helped him lighten the atmosphere in the car; better yet, his anxious mood.
“Just giving out what I get.”
“Fine. Fair enough. …then,” Khun looked around, as if searching for the perfect words. “…you look hot.”
“Oh?” Vic began to smile brightly. “Go on.”
“And,” Khun looked ahead and giggled, “…your…arms look bigger.”
By this point Vic’s smile was fading.
“And I want you to let your five o’clock shadow show more cause it looks nice-“
“Shut up! Okay. I get it.”
“I don’t get the same compliment back?”
“No!”
She slapped him across the arm and both of them were laughing. Maybe this date wouldn’t turn out so awkward. They could be friendly with each other just the same. Khun repeated the mantra of ‘keep calm’ in his head over and over, it the jokes here and there seemed to filter through and assuage the situation. Not that there was a situation. Not that he wanted there to be a situation. And what did such a situation entail? A hug or two? Kissing? He could handle that; he was sure of that. But anything that skimmed the lines of sex?
Khun saw that his mind was sidetracking itself before he decided to change the subject. Ice cream, he thought. Go back to ice cream. No pressure. It’s just ice cream after all.
“So…where’s this ice cream spot?” he asked her.
“I changed my mind.” Vic cast her head down bashfully and clutched at her small purse, as if it were a lifeline that she couldn’t let go of.
“Oh,” Khun replied. Though in his mind, he was hoping she wouldn’t pull something else. Or maybe he was hoping for it and didn’t want to put it out there himself.
Fuck, he thought.
“Yeah. I want,” she bit her lip, “snow cones.”
“Snow…cones?” Khun questioned. Nevermind then. “…oh alright. …I guess that’s fine.”
“Great! And it’s not that far, and I hear it’s really good. Just off the road.”
“Okay. Just tell me the way,” he smiled.
Khun remembered their last encounter in a dark theater and knew he might get himself in trouble if he headed back into one.
Vic grabbed his hand and laced the fingers with hers. She looked down at his arm, saw how it flexed slightly when she held him and how great it looked in his red polo. He really looked good in that polo, she thought. Those khakis, too. She wondered how preppy he could dress and still make the look work. Or maybe it was the fact that he probably looked just as great, if not better, undressed. She took a deep breath but couldn’t clear her thoughts.
---
Miss Teacher,
Is what I’m doing crazy? Will he go for it? I feel like I’m pushing him, though I know he wants it to. It’s driving me crazy. I can’t look at him anymore without wanting to-
Vic thought of the time in their date in the theater. She thought of how warm she felt in his arms and how she could feel him harden with every word she breathed or movement she made. He made her feel powerful without letting her take too much control. Vic knew what her controlling ways could do and if she had it her way, she would have had sex with him right then and there.
-fuck him.
Yes. Fuck him, she thought. What was this tease? She sighed and let her head fall to her desk table in frustration. Vic was angry but she wasn’t; appreciated his chivalry but wanted him to at least attempt losing control with her. She signed her name on the paper and put the stationary away.
Vic stood in front of her mirror and looked at her red dress. She wondered if he’d like it. Maybe it wouldn’t be romantic or picture perfect…but she’d be with him. That’s all that mattered to her.
“No going back now,” she said to herself.
Her hair was patted and pulled nervously as she tried to get any lose strands to stay down. She looked over at a clock in her room and saw the time. Khun was never late, so she rushed to get her bag on the bed. It was open the slightest bit, the edges of various wrappers poking out, before she closed it securely and hurried downstairs. She heard the familiar hum of his car as she hopped outside.
---
They drove for quite a few miles rather silently. The radio was still playing some summery songs and the sun had gone, leaving them venturing into the night down a quiet roadway.
“Are we close Vic?” he asked. Maybe she didn’t know the way, or someone gave her the wrong address, he thought.
“No. We’re close- Wait. Up there.”
She pointed to a driveway that had a rickety sign near the edge of it. On the sign were the words ‘SNOW CONES’ and an arrow that pointed up the hill. Khun looked unsure, but he could see twinkling lights in the distance, so he turned in.
It was another hundred yards until they came upon a tiny shack, clad with white Christmas lights and no one in site. The doors all had locks and the only opening it had had downturned cups stacked on one plastic-cased side and a small tube and a spout next to it. It made it look like a large vending machine. If Khun were sure, he presumed that’s what it was.
They parked a few spaces away in the miniature clearing and could see two other cars parked farther away, though there were benches near the shack.
“Vic? …who told you about this place?”
“Um…a friend.” He looked at her unsurely. “Come on. It’s really nifty. Bring your change.”
Odd, he thought. But he had to admit the interest it peaked to have a snow cone shack out in the middle of nowhere. Once the money was dispensed, a cup was sucked up over the edge of the plastic encasing and dropped down, before a little bar shifted it over. Next the flurries came down, filling the cup, before it was shifted again, syrup was poured on and it beeped quietly that it was done. Besides the wear and tear of the place, leaving them to hike back to their car rather than sit on splintered bench seats, the machine was brand new. Vic shared what her friend told her of the history of the place, how the owner had been there for a while until he got to old to maintain it all the time, and how it just seemed like a better idea to have it automated.
She talked on and on, and she hoped he couldn’t see how nervous she was.
Khun actually enjoyed her stories. They were great conversation starters. As they sat in the car, their snow cones almost finished after half an hour of speaking and eating, both of them were substantially cooler, and much more comfortable. They sat in the car, riddled in shadow, and kept conversing.
---
“Hey, how much syrup do you have left?” she asked slyly.
“Quite a bit actually.” He sloshed the remaining contents of his cup. “Why?”
“Let’s play a game. First to clear the syrup from their cup gets to make the other do something.”
“Like a dare?”
“Yeah,” she challenged. “Like a dare. Scared?”
Khun laughed at her and put the cup up to his lips.
“One-“ he said. “Two-“ she continued. “Three!” they said in unison.
Both tilted their heads back, downing the syrup and staring at each other out of the corners of their eyes. Vic saw that he was almost finished, so she sprung a hand up to hit the bottom of the cup, sending the last bits of the contents down his chin and onto his neck.
“Vic, what the hell!?” he yelled, though he was laughing. His arms were spread, one holding the cup aloft and one arm swiping widely at his neck as she finished her cup cleanly, licking her lips as she did so.
“I win-“
“You…cheated,” he pointed out.
“No one said I had to be fair.”
“Then technically I won because it was finished out of my cup first.”
Vic opened her mouth to say something, but technically he was right.
“Fine. You win.” She rolled her eyes. “What do you want?”
“Wait, let me clean it off first.”
Khun swiped more of the offensive syrup off of his chin and neck, then swiped it onto her cheek. Vic’s mouth was agape in shock and she slapped him across the shoulder for the second time that night. Khun just laughed.
“Just giving out what I get!” he said.
Vic pushed his arm before she took the remnants off her face and smothered them back on his lips. Khun grimaced and grabbed her hands as she laughed and screamed. He pulled at her and smothered his face on hers in what looked like an awkward kiss, getting both of them even messier.
“Okay, okay! Sorry!” she laughed.
He finally let go and they settled their breathing. They intermittently gave each other looks; looks of playful disdain or sheer happiness. They were happy with each other and this date had just been fun, despite what they’d thought it would be like earlier. Though their eyes wondered, Vic seeing how pulled and open Khun’s shirt had been after their struggle, and Khun looking at how the straps on her dress were falling, revealing bits of messy syrup on her chest, nearly illuminated as it dried in the moonlight. He deterred his sight to the door and excused himself suddenly.
“I’ll get something to clean us up…be right back.”
Khun stepped out of the car and went to the shack-encased machine. He dug in his pocket for loose change and chose to have no syrup on his cup of flurries. When he turned to walk back to the car, she was out, standing by the side of the backseat door. She rubbed at her arm and patted at her hair while trying not to get any stickiness into it. As soon as Vic saw Khun approaching, she gazed at him with a watery longing in her eyes. Khun approached her hesitantly.
“This will melt pretty quick,” he said, grabbing some flurries from the cup and rubbing it on his neck. “It’s not much but there weren’t any napkins.”
He stood in front of her and saw how her skin glistened in the moonlight, and despite the mess of them, how beautiful she looked in it’s glow.
“Vic?” he breathed. His voice was considerably quieter.
“Help me?” she asked. Her eyes were pleading as she let the arm finally slide down. Vic pulled at the sleeves of her dress and showed the tops of her breasts, only traces of syrup on them, and took a step toward Khun.
“Vic don’t-“
“Don’t what?” Her head twisted as it came up to Khun’s face, kissing him slightly and licking away a bit of syrup on his lip as she backed a centimeter away. “I want you to touch me. I’ve wanted you to touch me for so long-“
By then, Khun had already settled the cup on top of the car and her hands came up to hold his face. He stopped them, tightening his brows and clenching his jaw harshly.
“I’m tired of waiting,” she whispered sadly. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Dammit Vic,” he mumbled.
Khun was slowly pulling her arms down before she let them fall. Her head followed suit and she suddenly felt rather naked, turning her head to the side and letting her hair partially cover her chest. Yet just as quickly, Khun’s hands pulled her hair away, dipping into her neck before he began to suckle on it lightly. He was cleaning her, licking away and kissing down to her chest until his mouth met the top of her breasts. His arms wrapped around her tight before one of his hands slid down the window of the car. When they found the door to the backseat, they pulled, opening it before both of them softly slid in.
Khun finally stopped fighting instinct.