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from Contest #9

It was the thing he'd always loved about her. She was attractive, yes: a tall blond girl with long legs that seemed to go on forever, a tan and petite build, and hawkish brown eyes that probably would never let anyone inside. However, that was not what had attracted him. It was her smile—warm, welcoming—not a come hither type of smile, but just a normal all-American smile. That is what he looked for in the people he met: genuine, with maybe a slight hint of rebel inside. This girl certainly didn’t seem like that though, and he didn’t care. She was far more beautiful than anyone else that he had been with, and quite possibly the youngest. Who was he kidding: age wasn’t important to him. No, age was nothing at all—just a number. She seemed more mature than her years had shown anyway. In his mind, they were truly compatible.

They never shared a conversation before during his time in the shop. His head was usually buried in a newspaper catching up on all the latest news happening around the community, which sports teams were winning and which were losing, and cursing the losing teams. That was his routine. It wasn’t much of one, but he didn’t need much of one. He didn’t have anyone special in his life to try to please; he could just sit back in the coffee shop, reading the paper sipping on an endless cup of joe, admiring the beauty that was

Candi. He finally got a close enough glimpse at her nametag. The girl’s name that had caught his attention was Candi. That name was a fitting name, he decided. She appeared sweet enough; maybe one bite of her would fulfill his undying sweet tooth. He knew that she was jailbait. He certainly didn’t care. Now that he knew her name, having a taste of her was truly all that he could think about. His desire grew inside just at the mere thought. There’s no way that he would be able hide this excitement, so approaching her would be out of the question. Luckily, he didn’t have to get up.

“More coffee?” Even her voice sounded sweet. He looked up at her and she let out a smile that showed her pearly whites. “Do you want more coffee?” She asked again. The man was so entranced by her beauty and the fact that she was talking to him, only made him fall in love with her more. He didn’t want to stop looking at her. He didn’t care if time would forever stop right then and there. “Sir, I have other customers to tend to. Do you want more coffee or not?” She was even more beautiful when her voice started to sound agitated.

“I’m fine. Thank you,” he finally said. With a huff, that blew her bangs up, showing her unblemished forehead, she turned and headed to the next table. He was fine. She had spoken to him. To him. He knew now that he was invisible no more. She saw him. She had never noticed him before then. He turned head which followed her moves to each table as she checked on them, or wiped down tables if they were vacant. She moved just like an angel. He needed a release more now than ever. Luckily, for him at least, he had gone down enough to at least make a trip to the men’s room. He placed the paper down on the table, took one last greedy gulp of coffee, stood up and headed to a place where he could let go.

He couldn’t get the stall door locked fast enough. The bulge was starting to grow again and was pressing against his pants. He tore them open, and yanked his shaft out. It was about thirty seconds before he started ejaculating, which was quite possibly the quickest that he ever came. He didn’t care; it felt so good. He had pleasured himself countless times before; this time, though felt different. This time he had an actual visual, and not one that he had to imagine. She was real. She had spoken to him. Granted, it was only to see if he wanted more coffee, but she had conversed with him. She had finally acknowledged him and there was more emotion this time. Once the tingle wore away, he regrouped himself to the point where he could rejoin the civilization in main room. He washed his hands and left the bathroom.

When he got back, the room was empty. Chairs were stacked upon the tables and Candi was wiping down the counter. Was he really in the bathroom that long? It truly didn’t seem like it. “We’re closed. Can you finish your drink? I brought up here so that I could clean your table.” She then gave that killer smile that had set him over the edge in the first place.

“Are you closing by yourself, Candi?” She nodded. “You seem awfully young to be doing so, don’t you think?” Sixteen was indeed too young to be alone in a business, especially closing it down for the night. “I don’t think that you should be in here alone, especially when it’s getting dark outside. You never know what weird people you might find out there this time of night.” He cared about her. He didn’t want anyone to hurt her. He wanted to protect her from harm.

“I appreciate that, but you don’t need to stay. I only live three blocks down the street. I’ll be fine. Your concern for me isn’t needed.” Her coldness shot through him like a bullet. He truly wasn’t expecting that from her at all. Here he was, trying to be a gentleman and she was pushing him away. There was really no need for that. “I have to go to the back room to get something. Promise me that when I come back, you’ll be gone.” She then headed through the galley doors. He felt like she needed a wake up call. He really did not want to hurt her—he had felt like he loved her. He wanted to protect her from any harm. He grabbed his coffee cup, finished his drink, threw away the cup, and started towards the door to leave.

Something stopped him, however. He knew that from business classes that he had taken in his early twenties that minors could not work past a certain time, especially alone. Although he couldn’t really remember what that cut-off time was, he definitely knew that she should not be closing the place down by herself. Should he call the law on this establishment? That would for sure teach her to be stand-offish towards him, but then the establishment that has been like a second home to him would have to shut down. He couldn’t have that. No, she’d have to get her lesson another way. But how? His cock was starting to get hard again just at the mere thought of the excitement that was about to arise.  He wanted to tell it to be patient, for it would only be a little while more until it would experience another release.

A loud noise that sounded like something falling came from the back room where she had left only a few minutes before. Then the piercing scream came. Something had happened to Candi. He jolted away from the door, and in one swift move, leapt over the countertop. He had to catch his breath after that, because that was something that he didn’t know he could do. He only paused for a little bit because his Candi—something had happened. He bolted his way through the doors that led to her. He had seen that she was lying there on the ground, blood pooling out of her blond highlighted hair. She was conscious, barely. She looked up and noticed him standing there. “I thought that I told you to leave.” She rasped. She would rather him go away, than be there so that he could call the Police. Of course, he knew that he wasn’t there to rescue her, although that would have been the logical choice, but then he couldn’t release, and he needed to. 

Now. Do it now, he thought. Prick her virginal territory. Make it yours. Teach her a lesson. He knew that she would feel good around him, which made his cock the hardest that it had ever been in his forty-two year existence. It was certainly ready to go. He just stood there, admiring his Candi. The blood around her head made a halo which, in some awkward way, made her appear more angelic than ever. He had ever touched an angel before. He wondered what it felt like.

As the excitement encapsulated him, he tore off his belt and loosened his pants. This probably would be his only chance to taste the sweetness that was Candi. He stood above, now clad only in a pair of boxer shorts and a wife beater. His cock was fully engorged now and was playing a game of peek-a-boo with its newest victim. Candi really didn’t notice, however. Her eyes were barely open. He looked around for something to mute her in case she could scream out. He didn’t want this moment to end to quickly. He wanted to love her long and hard. That’s how he liked it. He also enjoyed stupid, naïve women. Here was his perfect opportunity, and nothing was going to get in his way.

There was a roll of clear packing tape by one of the boxes. He tore off just enough so that it covered her mouth and placed it there. Her hands and arms never posed a problem. They hadn’t moved since he had gotten back there, so everything was ready to commence. The mood was set, now it was time for Teacher to start the lesson. “Be good for Teacher,” he whispered sweetly into her ear as he bent down to kiss her neck. “This won’t hurt one bit if you’ll be good.”

She squirmed a bit as his callused hands rode up her legs, underneath her skirt, and he had touched heaven. With one hand he unbuttoned the top of her dress and slid it down her legs. He know seen the full length of her silky smooth legs. They were truly a sight to behold. Next, he removed her shoes, just in case her feet were to liven up before he was in her. His hands moved towards the top of her underwear. He grasped the green and white polka-dotted chastity belt gently in his hands, pulling it down so that nothing would be between his manhood and her virginity. He gently pushed in his hard cock. Normally, he would not be so gentle. He cared for Candi and didn’t want to hurt her. She grimaced while he let out an ecstasy-filled moan. She felt so good around him. He honestly could not have imagined any other feeling upon entry. It went in so easy; her insides wrapped him in warmth, and he felt like they were the only two people left in the entire world.

“Mmrph!” she squealed. He knew what she was trying to scream, but it was falling on deaf ears,

“Oh, you feel so good, Candi. You are taking this like a pro.” He said in-between thrusts, which were quickening in pace, the longer that he was in her. He bent down so that he could kiss her on the lips. She turned her head away in a swift motion, so that he couldn’t kiss her. He didn’t like that one bit. “Are you denying Teacher?” He slapped her, even though he really didn’t want to hurt her. “Let Teacher kiss you, and I won’t hurt you any more.”

She reluctantly cooperated, moving her head up to face him. He leaned down to kiss her. Although he preferred for there to be tongue, he understood that it couldn’t happen. He couldn’t risk for her to scream and for someone to hear it. He moved his lips up to her forehead, where some blood had dried. He kissed her there, attempting to make her feel better. He had loved her, after all. He didn’t want her to think ill of him after this encounter was done. He was her Teacher. One always has to respect her teacher.

Tears started to form out of her eyes. Those brown eyes that wouldn’t let anyone inside were finally showing some emotion. Was she happy? He couldn’t tell. All that he knew is that he was happy. He was having some Candi, and it was quite honestly the best candy that he had ever had. Not too bitter, not too sweet—definitely candy that did not make him feel guilty for devouring it. He wiped away from the tears from her eyes. “I love you. I’ll take care of you.”

He was so close now. He could feel the tingle. It was still growing harder by the minute. He was now touching all of her, her warmth surrounded him. She was truly one of the best women that he had been with, and there had been plenty of women in his life. Candi was the flavor of the month this time around, and she was truly one flavor that he wanted to have again and again. He knew that it would probably never happen twice—the old axiom “fool me once shame on me, fool me twice shame on you”—he had to savor this moment; that is until the next flavor came along.

He truly didn’t consider himself to be a predator. He enjoyed sex, just like any man. It was just that he had no one special that he could truly love full-time—it wasn’t him. He spent the majority of his adult life as a nomad, going from one piece of land to another. Wherever sex was plentiful, that’s where he was. Now, he was so close that his time in Candi’s land was almost over. Does it truly have to end?

He could feel her heart beating. It was growing faint, a counter to his quickening heartbeat. The blood had stopped seeping out from under her, and was slowing drying into the concreted floor. He put his hands on her heart. It was cold, just like her attitude earlier had been. He knew that she was close to complete unconsciousness. He knew that when she came to, she would be cold-hearted and closed off to everyone around her—untrusting to anyone and everything. She was forever changed. She would be, in essence, like him.

Oh, he was so close now. Maybe when he came, that would be the life saver that she needed. He couldn’t very well call the police to come rescue her after he was done because they would come track him down and cart him off. Then, he could not longer get his feel for sex. He, in essence, would be dead. Sex is what fueled him. He loved every aspect of it. He loved that with every experience he either learned or taught something new. He was truly an Educator by trade, and sex was his classroom. He would not do well inside a cement coffin with no interaction, no way to educate.

Candi tensed up. That’s when it happened—the explosion that he so enjoyed. His pace was the quickest than it had ever been. He loved the intense feeling that it provided. Now there was liquid warmth. His pace was still relentless; the tingling was a pleasurable annoyance. He truly hated extended orgasms, but being inside her was so enjoyable, he decided to just deal with it. He was flowing around inside her, fertilizing her with his juices. She had done well as the lesson reached completion. “That’s a good girl.” He gave one final kiss on her taped lips.

“I’m gonna go now,” he said after another long embrace. He enjoyed being locked with her, but he had to leave—before suspicion arose. “I’m going to take the tape off. It’ll sting for a little bit, but maybe—just maybe—that will keep you from spilling what happened here. You wouldn’t want to disappoint Teacher, now would you?”

She shook her head no, a cold stoic look in her eyes. “Good. I’m glad you understand. You were one of the best, Candi. I truly thank you for that.” He then grasped a corner of the tape and gingerly pulled it off of her sweet lips. He then leaned in, gave her a quick kiss to melt away the sting and stood up. “Remember, this was our little secret. Not a word.” With a swift move, his pants were back on. He slipped his shoes back on. “I love you,” was the last words he ever spoke to Candi as he headed out of the back room and out of the coffee shop for the final time.

He had thought about going to her house, letting her parents know that their daughter had had an accident. He didn’t want to face them, though. They would ask questions, and he would have to provide answers that he did not want to answer. Besides, he didn’t know which of the four houses down the way was hers. Oh, well, he tried. They would find out anyway, when she didn’t come home. They would head down there to the coffee shop, then and find out for themselves. His Student would be well enough to spill the beans anyway, if she was gotten to in time. He would be out of Dodge when that happens. Gone, without a trace and no clue of where he was headed next. He had no idea what he was going to do next, either. On thing was for damn sure: where there was a Student, he would be there, ready to teach them a Lesson.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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