A Troubled Student

Disclaimer: All characters depicted here are fictional and bear no resemblance or likeness to any real people.

Author's Note: This story is a one-shot commission piece for ATF user LoliDolly.

*

“Sarah, are you with us?” Eric asked suddenly, capping the marker he held and sitting it down as he walked deliberately toward the girl's desk.

Her eyes languidly rose from her doodle to look at him, a nonchalant detachment informing him that not only was she not paying attention again, she wasn't likely to start any time soon. As he stood looming over the girl, projecting his authority through silent sternness, he inwardly cursed his misfortune.

Why did Sarah, of all the girls in his class, have to demand so much of his attention? She was utterly unremarkable, and always dressed like she'd found a box of old clothes in the closet and decided to wear everything in it. He wasn't even sure what kind of figure she was developing under all those layers. The only redeeming thing he could find about her was her eyes. They were pretty enough, he had to admit.

They were big and expressive, honey brown and framed with long lashes. Eric thought such eyes were wasted on a girl who would likely never bat them with any feminine grace or charm. He scanned the room quickly to make sure the students weren't abusing their opportunity for distraction, letting his gaze linger the slightest bit on Kylie Davis.

Now there was a girl who knew how to use her charms. She was petite, even for a fifth-grader, and painfully pretty. Kylie noticed her teacher's gaze, and her eyes sparkled as she grinned eagerly back at him. Why couldn't he spend more time with her? Maybe he could figure out an excuse to get some one-on-one time with her.

Eric was unaware that the corner of his mouth had curled into a slight grin until his eyes fell to Sara's once more. She stared at him with a troubling intensity, as if she could see straight through his facade and right into his black soul. The sullen defiance of her amber eyes stripped him in the most unnerving way sometimes. His grin withered, and he took a deep breath in preparation to deal with this bothersome girl.

“This isn't art class, Sarah.” He said, angling his body next to her desk to look down at the doodles she had been making in her notebook.

There was no doubt that she could draw well. Of course, that was no excuse to disregard the class and her work. As he studied the stylized characters Sarah had sketched out, Eric couldn't help a pang of regret that kids like this couldn't be free to pursue their individual talents and interests. She might actually thrive in an environment better suited to her aptitude. But rules were rules, and the class was doing math right now.

“Sure, Eric.” Sarah said, sounding anything but.

“That's Mr. Walker.” He corrected her for the dozenth time this year.

Another flat stare from Sarah. Eric had little patience for such petulance and blatant disrespect from his students, and Sarah had proved to be one of the top contenders for most annoying. What truly galled him was the fact that she was so plain. If she were a little firecracker like Kylie, he could tolerate having to take extra care to help her, and discipline her, and likely even enjoy it. But Sarah was about as titillating as a hat rack.

Sarah sneered and said, “Mr. Wawlkur.”

A few nearby kids sniggered, but got themselves under control quickly. Eric was no stranger to people around here making fun of his southern accent, although he knew it really wasn't that pronounced. But such disrespect from a student was unacceptable. He narrowed his eyes at her, careful to remain composed and unfazed.

“You've got one last chance to get on task and do your work before I write you up and send you to the office.” He said in a low, threatening tone.

Sarah's eyes flared with defiance, boring into his with startling intensity. It was a short-lived challenge, quickly replaced by her sullen detachment as her face blanked into neutrality. Eric hesitated before he went back to the front of the room. What was that flicker of emotion on her face? Was she going to say something else to defy him? He found himself feeling guilty about having to scold her, even through his general dislike of the girl. He wasn't a tyrant, after all. But she only persisted with her absent expression, and Eric finally left her desk.

He took a moment to compose himself and remember where in the lesson he had been. Scanning the room, he found most of the students sitting in obedient readiness. Kylie was a perky little ball of cuteness, smiling at him happily. That familiar pit of longing coiled in his guts as Eric looked at her angelic little face, and he allowed himself a brief moment to imagine how it would feel to caress her tender flesh.

An obviously loud yawn dragged his attention to his immediate right, where Sarah sat staring at him. Her big eyes gleamed with mischief, although she wasn't saying or doing anything. Eric frowned at her, wondering what was on the girl's mind. She brushed a stray lock of dirty-blonde hair out of her face and held her pencil aloft in readiness. Eric allowed himself a small smile, wondering if she might be coming around, although not daring to hope for a second. He cleared his throat and picked up his marker to resume the lesson.

*

Sarah tried to pay attention for a while, even though she hated math so bad. She'd written down a handful of the example problems and followed along as Mr. Walker showed the class the process of solving them. Sarah remembered none of it. All she'd been able to focus on was his voice.

The southern inflection was terribly funny at the beginning of the year, and she'd immediately written him off as a joke. But as the weeks went on, her opinion began to shift. He was actually smart, and she had to grudgingly admit it was kind of cool. It didn't help matters when she watched a movie with Matthew Mcconaughey in it, and realized that Mr. Walker sounded a lot like him. From then on, her perception of her teacher started changing.

Maybe he wasn't such an old iceberg, after all. Sarah realized she hadn't actually noticed him beyond a cursory dismissal. But as she studied him, she began to feel an odd interest. He wasn't terribly handsome, although his permanent stubble of facial hair lent him a flair that most clean-shaven teachers didn't have. His thick, dark hair was streaked with gray at the temples, and he kept it swept back and to the side in a careless wave that was perfectly neat in its disarray.

He dressed well, for an adult. She didn't understand fashion, and even less about men's clothing, but it was obvious that Mr. Walker had some style. The other girls seemed to think so. They thought he was the hottest teacher in the school. Sarah had heard them tittering and giggling about him at lunch and recess ever since he started at their school at the beginning of the year. Especially that Kylie girl.

What made it nearly unbearable was that Sarah was positive that Mr. Walker not only knew it, but enjoyed the attention. She'd seen the way he looked at Kylie, when he thought no one else was aware of him. And of course Kylie knew exactly how to be all cute and flirty and press a guy's buttons. It made Sarah want to throw up. Men were so disgusting, and girls weren't any better.

Sarah absently watched Mr. Walker's hand as he gripped the marker and wrote the numbers and symbols on the board. She found herself rapt by the way the tendons stood out on the back of his hand, disappearing into the neat cuff of his shirt, and the way his long, tanned fingers flexed and seemed to swallow the marker. He was taller than average, so maybe that's why they looked so big.

She shook her head free of the stupid thoughts and tried once more to pay attention to what he was actually trying to teach. Something about square roots. Ugh, who cares about this crap? To say it was boring would be an understatement. Still, as she glanced at the clock and realized there was only a little over an hour left for the school day, Sarah found herself wishing she could sit here and listen to dumb math problems for the rest of the night.

*

Eric sat at his desk, going over some papers while he waited for the class to end. The kids were doing their problems silently, and he pardoned himself a bit of pride for his ability to run a tight ship. It had been a little rough, getting accustomed to a new school in a new part of the country, but his twelve years of teaching experience seemed to be universally applicable, and he'd established structure for his class in short order. Well, except for Sarah, but he tried to not think about her.

On a whim, he raised his head and glanced across his desk to where she sat. Her desk was directly in front of his, on the far right corner of the first row. This gave him the opportunity to keep an eye on the troublesome girl, but it was also annoying to be faced with her blatant screwing off all the time. For the most part, she didn't care if he was directly in front of her or not. If she was in the mood to blow off work, she'd stare him right in the eye and sit there. Nevermind her random outbursts, disruptive groans and noises, sloppy posture, scribbling and drawing. His blood could boil just thinking about it.

But now she seemed to actually be trying to do some work. Eric watched her for a while, unable to hide a small grin as he watched Sarah do battle with a stray lock of hair that refused to stay tucked away and insisted on dangling down over her eyes. He wished he knew what she looked like under that strange, bulky military-style jacket she always wore. It was obvious that she was a rather slight girl, judging by her shoulders, but his curiosity was palpable. This was a fascinating time for a girl's development, and Eric loved watching it.

Girls at this age could vary wildly in their progression through adolescence. Some, like Kylie, were already showing signs of curves and sensuous tenderness. Their hints of breasts coming into bloom were mouthwatering, especially since half the time their parents were either in denial of the girl's development or utterly oblivious, leaving them to walk around without bras as their puffy little nipples strained against thin shirts.

On the other hand, some were still stick figures, without a lick of feminine figure. Some – more than ever these days – were just prematurely fat. That was a heartbreaking trend now, and Eric felt a stab of despair each time he saw an overweight little girl who would otherwise be a beautiful treasure, if only she weren't a victim to the gluttonous excesses of modern society.

But what did Sarah look like? He didn't know why he was so curious about her. Maybe it was the thrill of not ever seeing her figure; the hidden mystery of her. As he watched her, he had to admit he might have been a little hasty in writing her off as plain. She wasn't the knockout that Kylie was, but she did have an odd charm, albeit hidden deep, deep down. Her slender neck was smooth and soft looking. Her hair could be lovely, if properly tended and styled. Those big honey eyes of hers did have a way of entrapping you in their intricate depths.

The bell rang and shocked his attention back to reality. The press of students erupted into talk and laughter, and began filing out of the room.

“Remember: Pages forty-five through forty-eight for homework!” Eric called over the din of students, who largely ignored him.

Kylie didn't however, and Eric was pleased to see her skip up to his desk, smiling brightly as she hefted her cute, pink backpack and slung it over her shoulders.

“Mr. Walker, can I read ahead in the history book?” She asked with bubbly enthusiasm that made his mouth feel dry with smoldering hunger.

“Why would you want to do that?” He asked her casually, reclining in his desk chair.

Kylie shrugged and said, “I don't know.”

She stared at him with undisguised admiration, and Eric knew immediately that her request was nothing more than an excuse to ingratiate herself. It was flattering, especially coming from a girl like this. Normally, he would have hated a suck-up. But how could he be annoyed with her? He felt suddenly grateful for the layers of propriety and separation between a teacher and student, for he had no doubt that if he were allowed to be much closer to Kylie, he would be little better than putty in her hands.

That might be the most dangerous part of being a teacher with his...unique tastes. He knew he would never harm one of these girls, but the emotional side of things could be a real problem. How does one deny a smile like that? And she was only asking a dumb question about reading ahead in a textbook. There were a great many more things a student might do to a teacher, if she had even the slightest hint that he was infatuated with her. And despite Kylie's bubbly innocence, Eric had been around long enough to see the signs of a budding manipulator and master dick-tease in the making.

“I guess I can't stop you, if you want to do that. But we'll be covering it tomorrow. You're not going to get any special treatment for knowing the material ahead of time.” Eric said with a raised brow for emphasis.

“Okay!” She said excitedly, then smiled a blinding flash of her teeth and ran out the door.

He watched her go with a bemused smile, reeling from her brilliant smile. Then he noticed the presence in the corner of his eye. Sarah was still in her desk, slowly arranging papers as if she were trying to kill time. Eric watched her for a moment, trying to figure out what kind of new game she had up her sleeve.

“What's going on, Sarah?” He asked lightly.

She looked up at him quickly, startled as if she'd been doing something wrong and had just been caught. Why was she so jumpy sometimes? Sarah averted her eyes and stared at her desk for a moment.

“Can I stay here for a while?” She asked hesitantly.

“Do you need help with the material?” Eric asked.

She shook her head and said, “Not really.”

“Then I'm afraid you need to go,” He said, “I've got work to do, and if you don't need help with anything-”

“I won't be in the way!” She interjected, “I promise. I'll be quiet.”

Eric frowned at her in confusion, wondering what had come over her. She'd never behaved like this before. It made him feel bad for having to send her on home. But if he wasn't giving her help with her work, she couldn't be here. Not only was it against school policy, but it was entirely inappropriate. He had to be more careful than most about that sort of thing. He couldn't afford even the slightest whisper or rumor about him.

“I'm sorry, Sarah. You can't stay here.” He said gently, but firmly.

Steel flashed in her eyes and she shot up out of her seat like it was spring-loaded. Eric groaned internally, thinking that he certainly knew that look on her all too well.

“Why?!” She demanded, “I bet if it were Kylie, you'd let her stay! You'd love that, wouldn't you? You asshole!”

He was on his feet before he knew it, hot fury boiling his blood. The temerity of this child! Eric had no tolerance for such flagrant disregard for authority and even less for such poorly disciplined children lashing out so. Of all the hard cases he'd dealt with over the years, Sarah took the prize for the most obstinate, bratty, unstable... His mind drifted, even as his vision pulsed with his heartbeat in the grip of anger.

Why was Sarah so difficult? He had done everything he could think of, bringing to bear every tool in his considerable arsenal to try and reign her in. He'd been kind and he'd been hard. He'd threatened and cajoled. He'd sent her to detention, both in-school and after-school. He'd tried to get on her level and address her in ways with which she might better relate. Nothing worked. She was still as volatile and unpredictable as ever. There was only one thing left that he might try.

And Eric grinned inwardly at the prospect. If he involved her parents, who he was growing ever more certain were utterly responsible for Sarah's detestable behavior, that might just begin to make up for the torment their girl had put him through. He hated weak parents, and hated seeing what those kinds of people ended up producing in their children even more. As a man of discipline and structure, there were few finer pleasures in life above decimating a pair of weak, lazy parents, and shoving the fruits of their incompetence in their faces with the expert precision of a seasoned teacher.

As he made his decision, Eric's anger began to fade. He didn't really blame Sarah, after all. He knew full-well that kids like her were just products of incompetency at home. She probably longed for a little structure in her life, even if she didn't know it. So as he stood staring at the fuming little girl, her brilliant amber eyes locked onto his with incredible intensity, he realized he felt nothing but pity. Perhaps there was more, but he ignored it to do his duty. She had said something fairly terrifying for one in his position, and he had to deal with that.

“Sarah,” He began, making sure to keep his voice composed and not engage emotionally, “You shouldn't say things like that. For one thing, it isn't true. I do not give special treatment to any of my students. Unfortunately, that means you, too. Beyond that, I can't have my students saying things that could compromise my position. Do you understand?”

She continued to glare at him, but as he spoke her face began to soften. By the time he was finished speaking, she wore an entirely different expression. It was almost an eagerness, Eric thought. As if she had been listening far more closely than anyone normally would have. Her eyes were locked with his, studying his face for something he couldn't put together. What did the girl want so badly?

“I won't say that any more.” She said finally, her voice barely loud enough to hear.

“Thank you,” Eric said, giving her a little smile, “I appreciate you understanding.”

She nodded, then looked around for a moment as if realizing where she was for the first time. She demurely glanced back at Eric once more from under her long lashes and that cute lock of unruly hair, then began gathering her things and putting them into her backpack. When she finished, she slung the ratty pack over a shoulder and made to leave.

“Sarah, later I'll-”

“Bye, Eric!” She called sweetly as she closed the classroom door behind her.

He stared after her with a bemused frown, wondering at the odd tugging feeling in his gut. What on Earth was with that girl? He sat at his desk with a deep sigh and tried to continue working, but soon realized it was futile. All he could think about was the enigma that was Sarah, and her strange effect on him. No other student had ever pushed his buttons so perfectly.

He prided himself in his temperance and professionalism, yet she could flawlessly piss him off almost instantly, then turn right around and leave him grinning with dumbfounded wonder. It was a strange feeling. And after thirty minutes of failing to get any work done and musing over Sarah's strangeness, Eric decided to go ahead and engage with the situation. Procrastination and deliberation are tools in the arsenal of fools, after all.

He gathered his things into his briefcase, ordered his desk against the following morning's affairs, and locked the class room behind him as he left. He had no idea where Sarah lived, so he needed to stop by the front office and look up her record. Dolores Lane, huh? What an ominous name for one such as he.

*

It was a small house, not much bigger than the old shotgun cracker houses he used to see down south. The wood paneling was in need of painting, and the lawn was unspeakably wild. The place told a story a mile long at a glance. Eric parked by the curb and stood on the cracked, uneven sidewalk in front of the rusty chain-link fence that surrounded the tiny lot. He adjusted his tie, straightened his posture, and opened the fence gate. It screamed a rusty herald that he pretended to ignore, even while he was dying inside to spray a shot of lubricant on the hinges of that disgraceful thing.

The wood of the steps creaked as he walked onto the porch. Said wood was in need of repairs and a paint job as well, the faded, flaking blue stabbing his sensibilities almost violently. The front porch was a place for visitation and hospitality with neighbors and family. It was a symbol of the cohesion and care of the household; a metaphor for the rest of the home. The dismal state of this one was telling enough on its own, even if he hadn't seen the sorry condition of the rest of the place. Eric started to regret coming here.

But he had a duty to his profession and to his student, so he steeled himself and rapped soundly on the door three times. No answer. Three more knocks. No answer. He would give it one more attempt. Three sets of three knocks. His fist was raised to give the final salvo when the sound of a bolt unlatching from within stilled his hand. Eric straightened his tie once more and lifted his chin.

The door cracked open an inch or so, then flew wide so fast he felt it suck the air around him. Sarah stood within, staring up at him in disbelieving shock. He offered her a smile and waited for her to greet him. She only continued to stare, sweeping her eyes up and down him as if trying to decide if her teacher was really at her house. He'd seen this reaction before on the few occasions he'd visited the home of a student. They always seemed to believe teachers didn't exist outside of the class room.

“Hello, Sarah.” Eric said pleasantly.

“Hey. Why are you here?” She asked, not sparing a thought for courtesy.

Eric didn't expect much in the way of hospitality from her, so it didn't bother him. Indeed he found it somewhat endearing in an uncharacteristic way. She was so genuine.

“Well, I was hoping to talk with your parents. Are they home?” He asked.

“No.” Sarah said flatly, her face briefly contorting into a grimace before she was able to project coolness once more.

Eric sighed and said, “I was trying to tell you earlier that I wanted to pay your parents a visit, but you left before I could say it. Will they be long?”

She stared at him as if he were crazy and said, “If you figure that out let me know, would ya?”

He cleared his throat and straightened his tie again as he tried to determine the proper course of action. It seemed Sarah's parents were often away. It made perfect sense, actually. But he didn't know what kind of minefield this might be with the girl, and he didn't want to say anything that would make her even worse in class. So he had to be careful.

“When do you expect they'll be-”

“Look, there's no they, okay?” Sarah interjected, “I haven't seen my mom in years. And if you want to know about my dad, try doing your detective thing at the bar. Or a motel room.”

That smoldering light was in her eyes again, and Eric was beginning to understand that there was more to that look of hers than mere rebellion or poor behavior. She was angry. She was hurting. And he had stepped right into the middle of it like a rookie teacher asking a stupidly insensitive question to a kid who'd just lost a loved one. He felt panicky all of a sudden, and wanted to be away from here. There was a very good reason he'd always maintained composure and emotional detachment from his students. Keep things professional, and don't get involved. This was a matter for a guidance councilor. He needed to extricate himself at once.

“I'm sorry, Sarah. I made a mistake in coming unannounced. I'll be going. I'll see you tomorrow.” Eric managed a rigor mortis smile and turned to leave.

He hadn't taken a step when a small hand clutched the back of his shirt and held it like a vice. He paused, his mind working furiously to get him away from here, leaving as little damage in his wake as possible. A second hand grabbed a piece of shirt on his side, and gripped it with equal ferocity. He could feel her hands trembling slightly as they held desperately onto the material.

Eric breathed in deep, careful pulls, his eyes closed and heart pounding. He tried to force down the feelings that were welling up inside of him with all his might of willpower. Don't get involved. Don't be compromised. Tear her off of you and leave. Leave the damned shirt behind if you have to.

“Can you stay?” Sarah's tiny voice asked from behind him, “Just for a little while?”

Eric let go a long sigh and shook his head, still facing away from the house. He felt like he was poised on the lip of some kind of chasm, the little hands on his shirt trying to pull him down into a hellish pit. And that was before his brain even caught up to the other realities the situation presented. Thus far, he'd been processing this on an emotional level, trying to prevent himself from letting his feelings get in the way of his professional duty. He hadn't even considered the fact that there was an abandoned young girl begging him to come into her house.

It struck him in earnest when the small, grasping hands on his shirt transformed into a pair of supple little arms wrapping tightly around his waist, and the pressure of a small, warm body pressed against him from behind. He stiffened like a plank and diverted what few resources he had left to ignoring the pleasant thrill of Sarah's contact.

“Please,” She whispered, squeezing her arms even tighter around him, “I know you don't like me, but I'll do whatever you want.”

That snapped him out of his silent implosion just enough to angle his head and see Sarah's dirty-blonde hair pressed against his back. He looked down to where her little arms were squeezing his middle, her hands balled into fistfuls of his shirt material as if to hold onto him by any means possible. He felt the fast, deep heaving of her breaths from where her chest was pressed against his middle. It was incredible.

“Don't say that,” He managed hoarsely, “I don't dislike you, Sarah.”

“That's not the same as liking me,” She pointed out, “What if I was Kylie, right now?”

Eric grimaced as the truth of her words struck him. She had a point. He'd dreamed of such as this with Kylie, and would likely be reduced to little more than an animal if she were the one embracing him and begging him to stay with her. But there was more to it, and he struggled to put it together with his brain in such a frazzled condition.

Kylie was little more than an object of his lust. She was beautiful and sexy, but he didn't really like her. If she wasn't so attractive, she would likely be one of his least favorite students. She was kind of an idiot, and a horrible suck-up. How could he explain that to Sarah? Why did he even want to?

“Please stop it with that girl,” He said, “Why does she bother you so much?”

“You're the one she bothers,” Sarah said sulkily, “I see how you look at her. I'm not stupid.”

“Don't say things like that.”

“We're not in school right now,” She said, “Stop being so...good. Will you please just come in for a minute?”

It occurred to him that they were standing on the front porch for any and all to see, and he needed to do something at once. Either peel her off and leave, or go inside and out of sight. He knew what he should do, and he was proud that he came very close to untangling her arms from him and walking away. But he didn't do it.

Instead, his breath let go in a long whoosh, and his shoulders slumped for the first time in years. With a new inhalation to straighten himself, he made his decision and turned around. Sarah's arms reluctantly broke their hold, and she took a step back as he turned to face her. Whatever willpower Eric had left was snapped as he saw her face.

She looked so earnest. Her big, honey-brown eyes burned up into his, a fierce hopefulness warring with the doubt and fear that he would turn her away. The intensity of her expression was terribly cute, Eric had to admit. Had he ever really thought this girl was plain?

“I can't stay long.” He informed her.

That elicited a radiant bloom of a smile on her, revealing pretty teeth and reshaping her face into something truly lovely. Why didn't she do that more often? It stabbed him right in the heart with the force of her hidden allure. He didn't even notice the small grin that had raised a corner of his mouth in response.

Sarah unabashedly took his hand and led him inside as if pulling him into a secret chamber that only she knew how to navigate. An unfamiliar tingle of warmth suffused Eric's middle at the childish contact and behavior, and he instinctively tried to fight it down. But her hand was so warm and small in his, and she seemed so excited. Would it really be so bad to indulge her for a little while?

The interior of the house was cleaner than he would have expected, given the state of the outside. Unremarkable old furniture sat on antique wood floors, an outdated television occupied the corner of the room, and he noticed Sarah's school books and papers scattered on a coffee table. She led him over to the couch and bid him sit down.

“Do you want something to drink?” She asked, obviously doing her best to be accommodating.

“No, thank you. Were you doing your homework?” Eric asked, indicating her things on the table before them.

“Trying to. It's hard.” She admitted with a frown as she sat next to him.

“As long as you're making the effort.” He said, trying to cling to this comfortable subject.

Sarah was having none of that though, and she said, “I guess so. What kind of TV shows do you watch?”

Eric subdued his grin at the silly question and said, “I'm afraid I don't watch television.”

“What?” She demanded, “Not at all? Why?”

“It's complicated, but I find I can remain informed about the world without being professionally lied to regularly. And the entertainment side of it doesn't interest me.”

She stared at him oddly for a moment, then said, “You're so weird. So what do you like to do for fun, then?”

That was something he certainly couldn't answer straight. Eric's other life online and his exploits in that world were decidedly not something he could ever talk about with anyone he was likely to meet in person, much less a student of his. Although he couldn't help but imagine what some of his friends in that world might think if they could see him now, alone with a vulnerable young girl. Their jealousy would be palpable from around the globe.

“I like to read, cook, tinker with things. I'm probably one of the most boring people you know.” He said casually, offering Sarah a grin.

She seemed to miss the joke entirely, and stared at him in wide-eyed interest. If she thought what he'd said was boring, it certainly didn't show. To look at her, one would think she was talking to James Bond or some otherworldly superstar of adventure and intrigue.

“What about you?” Eric asked, “What do you like to do?”

Sarah's eyes rolled up as she expressively considered the question, then she said, “Um, I like to read too sometimes. And I can cook! I make all my own food. And I guess I watch TV too, a little.”

Eric felt guilty for disparaging the television before. As he thought about it, he realized it was probably the only thing in Sarah's life to keep her occupied in her constant lonely solitude. It was likely all she really knew. Hearing her try to downplay it hurt him somehow, in a way he couldn't quite reconcile.

Indeed, he suddenly felt guilty for every horrible thought he'd had about Sarah since meeting her at the beginning of the school year. Her attitude and problems all fit with tragic sense now, and he wished he could turn back time and be nicer to her, or spend that extra time with her, instead of rushing to do his duty and get the troublesome girl out of his sight. Would it have really been so bad to let her stay after class and just hang out?

Almost subconsciously, his hand lifted and he placed it on top of Sarah's mess of dirty-blonde hair, then let it fall gently down the back of her head, stroking the soft strands along the shape of her scalp. Sarah's eyes widened bigger than he had ever seen, and she seemed to instinctively lean her head into his hand as it fell. Her breathing rate increased somewhat, and her sparkling amber eyes darted back and forth between his in desperate search of something he couldn't place.

At least, he wanted to believe he didn't know what it was. In reality, it couldn't be more obvious. She was starving. When was the last time someone had shown her affection, or touched her gently? When was the last time someone had done something nice for her, just to show that they cared? Did her deadbeat dad give her birthday parties, or spontaneous acts of love? Did anyone love this girl?

Eric had to fight down a lump in his throat as he considered these things under Sarah's naked, unguarded gaze. A battle flared to violent life within him, part of him wanting to comfort her and give her such affection, and the other half demanding he remember his place and keep his professional distance. It didn't help that a fair part of his motivation to engage with Sarah was due to his attraction towards her. Even in the midst of his emotional turmoil, he couldn't help but wish there was a way to get her out of her big, baggy coat and finally see what she looked like.

Once again, almost unthinkingly, Eric stroked her hair. Sarah's eyes closed this time, and she leaned heavily into his hand, causing him to stop and support her head as she nuzzled into his palm with a quiet whimper of satisfaction. He felt his arousal beginning to uncoil within his middle like a lazy serpent waking from deep slumber. Her head was so warm. Her hair was so soft. The way she loved his touch was a heady drug to a dried out soul. He gently worked his fingers in soft caresses against her scalp, eliciting a quiet hiss of pleasure from Sarah.

When her eyes languidly opened again and focused on his, Eric saw a new light there that made his skin tingle. Perhaps she wasn't as ignorant as he might have believed.

“I know I'm right about you,” Sarah whispered contentedly, “You like Kylie. And she's not the only one. I've seen you look at other girls, too.”

“Sarah, why are you pushing this so much?” Eric asked quietly in pained exasperation.

“Because I'm right. You can't tell me I'm not.”

He was silent, staring into the beautiful depths of her eyes and trying to remember how to come to the surface and salvage his life. Somewhere deep down, he knew he was in extraordinary danger here, and might be dooming himself with this simple interaction. But Sarah was just so warm and tender. Was there really anything else worthy of his attention?

“It's okay though,” Sarah continued after his failure to answer or deny her claim, “I won't say anything.”

“Why do you care about that?” Eric asked, sliding his fingers deeper into the silky warmth of Sarah's hair.

She cast her eyes down in embarrassment and said, “Because I want to know how to get you to look at me that way. I've tried all kinds of things, but it never works. I know I'm not pretty like Kylie or some of the other girls.”

Eric touched his other hand to Sarah's cheek to make her look at him, his big palm nearly swallowing her face.

“Don't compare yourself to them,” He said, “You've got so much more than a pretty face. And I do think you're pretty.”

It wasn't a lie, despite how he'd always felt. Looking at her now, her small face enveloped in his hands, those piercing eyes searching his for any scrap of deception or meanness, Eric thought she was beautiful. And when that adorable smile of hers made a tentative appearance, he felt that gut-punch of attraction and longing strike like a hammer.

He felt himself slipping and losing his defenses. The walls he'd carefully erected over the years, which allowed him to function as both a teacher and a pedophile, were being washed away like sand castles at high tide by this girl, and all he could do was watch. He'd feared such a situation ever since his very first class, when a cute little red-head had innocently plopped down in his lap and grinned up at him like she belonged nowhere else. It had taken so much work to develop discipline, control, reserve, a sense of duty. And it was all being decimated in real time, by the last girl he would have ever imagined.

The irony was almost delicious, in a terrifying, dark way. If someone had asked him this morning whether he would ever consider Sarah a potential object of his lust or affection, Eric would have laughed in his face. Not only had there never been the slightest attraction to her, beyond the curiosity he had for all young girls, but Sarah outright put him off almost constantly. Her attitude and personality was anathema to his sensibilities, and she was just so crude.

None of that seemed real any more as he enfolded her small frame in his arms and pulled her into his chest in a tight embrace. Even through the layer of her thick jacket, he felt Sarah soften in his arms, and he tightened his grip even more, as if to pull her inside of him. That contented whimper sounded from where her head was tucked on his chest, and Eric rested his jaw on her hair, as if to add that much more contact.

He felt her deep breathing against him, and he noticed when that breathing hitched and her little body jerked with a sob. An alien instinct of panic and despair barreled through his carefully ordered mind, but it was short-lived. No, this was probably a good thing. Let her get it all out.

*

Sarah wanted to hold back the tears. She was terrified of scaring him off by doing the wrong thing, and Eric was always so calm. He wouldn't appreciate a stupid girl crying all over his nice clothes. But this feeling! He was so big and so warm and his arms were holding her so tight she wanted to melt. The crying just jumped up out of nowhere and she couldn't stop it. She'd thought she was an expert at keeping herself from crying, but this was too much.

Then she heard his deep voice rumble like arranged thunder in her ear. She felt it, more like, where her head was pressed against his huge chest.

“It's okay, Sarah.”

His sentiment was awkward and uncertain, but Sarah absorbed the intention and it lit her up inside with a glowing warmth. The shaky barrier fell and another sharp sob tore through her throat. She felt the wet tears spill form her tightly shut eyes, and she let them go. She let it all go.

The things she was feeling right now were indescribable to her young mind. All she knew was that she was warm and safe. Was it wrong for her to believe she might be loved? Was it a mistake? What else could explain the feeling she sensed from Eric as he held her, so tight and strong. Sarah knew what disingenuous hugs felt like, all fast and distant and done out of obligation rather than desire.

Eric wasn't holding her like that at all. There was so much more in his embrace, even beyond affection for her. He was getting something from it as well. She felt a near desperation in the tension of his strong arms. Even as she sobbed and cried into his chest, a smile cracked her face as she thought that she might be giving Eric some measure of satisfaction or pleasure.

As her crying tapered off, she closed her eyes and rested her head against his big chest, loving the way his breathing moved her head back and forth. He smelled like clean laundry and manly deodorant. Sarah felt tingly all over, like she might dissolve into a puddle at any moment. She hadn't felt so nice in a long time.

But something gnawed at her, deep down inside. As her weeping waned, this new sensation waxed into an insistent thing of frustrating demand. Sarah didn't understand it, although she'd felt it before. It had never been so strong though. Eric was the reason, she knew. He was causing something to wake up inside of her, and it was exciting.

She pulled back to look up at his face, and found in his normally cold eyes a depth of tenderness that made her stomach feel tingly down there at the bottom of her abdomen somewhere. He still looked a little uncomfortable, but she felt certain now that it wasn't because of her. It was him; he didn't know what to do.

That was an odd thought, considering he was a teacher and all. Sarah wondered for the first time whether all adults had such doubts and uncertainty. In this case though, it made her kind of happy. Maybe she could help Eric. There was something she wanted to try, and maybe he'd like it too.

*

Eric was on the verge of trembling. The emotional onslaught Sarah was triggering in him made him feel like he was adrift in a tempest with no land in sight. Her vulnerable cuteness warred with his carnal urges, and he felt like he had to stay stone-still lest he do something he would regret. All of his years of temperance never prepared him to have an emotionally damaged little nymphet in his arms and at his mercy.

This was like the opening scene of several fantasies he'd enjoyed in his younger years, back when daydreams and closed eyes could yield the same satisfaction he now only found on the darkest corners of the internet. He supposed he owed a grudging gratitude to the fates that he never had this same thing happen to him ten or fifteen years ago. There would have been no stopping himself. But Sarah, as ever, was full of surprises.

She looked so lovely, staring at him with those honey-brown eyes wet and glassy from her tears, a mischievous little smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Eric remained still, only allowing his eyes to enjoy her. But she went ahead and struck a killer blow to his will when she slowly leaned forward, lifted her chin, and kissed him.

It was a gentle, tentative press of lips, an experiment on her end. But Eric's mind sparked into a momentary explosion of white, as if a globe of light had been shattered inside of him. Her lips were sweet and soft, and he felt the air of Sarah's nasal exhalation on the stubby hairs of his upper lip. She smelled like candy and soap. Eric's jaw slacked and his lips parted with the shock of the moment as she pulled back.

She only retreated a few inches, and Eric was once more consumed by her eager, expressive eyes as they darted back and forth between his. She was so close. He could see the tiny details of her skin, and he absently mused that she had a nearly flawless complexion. How did she keep her beauty so well hidden all the time?

Apparently, she made some kind of decision, and Eric watched an eager light sparkle into Sarah's eyes. He only had a second to ponder before she pressed her mouth to his once again. Her soft lips brushed against his open ones, and Eric couldn't help a quiet moan escaping as that wondrous sensation hit him. He instinctively began to respond and moved his lips gently against hers, relishing the taste of her small mouth.

A brief moment of lucidity gave him pause just before he utterly lost himself to the pleasure at hand. He gently pushed on Sarah's shoulders, breaking the kiss.

“You should stop.” He said, his voice feeling weak and shaky.

She didn't look hurt or mad about it, but just watched him with that eerily perceptive way she had.

“But you want to, don't you? It's okay, I don't mind.” She said from beneath a look of hesitant uncertainty.

Eric rallied his will and said, “I'm your teacher. I have a duty, and a responsibility.”

He knew the words he said were largely meant for himself, as a flailing attempt to regain control. But they had little effect on his desire, and did nothing to deter Sarah.

She leaned in close to him once more, her face studiously contemplative. Her eyes probed the depths of his soul it seemed. She was seeing straight through him. His pretenses and protestations were smoke.

“Then help me. Please?” She asked softly, “You must be really lonely, too.”

His breath let out shakily, and he swallowed with a dry throat.

“When will your dad be home?” He asked, feeling like someone else was saying the words.

“He won't be.” Sarah said, a desolation falling over her face, “He's in the middle of one of his binges, and I haven't seen him for two days. They usually go on for three or four days, or until he runs out of money.”

Eric ground his teeth and forced himself to not say thing things he was thinking. Instead he placed his hand on top of Sarah's, and tried to let the feeling of her small hand under his calm him.

“You don't have to live like this,” He said through a tight jaw, “There are things you can-”

“I don't want to talk about that!” She insisted with a petulant severity he was all too familiar with.

Eric sighed and said, “Then what do you want?”

Sarah's mouth worked quietly, as if she was trying to figure out how to express her thoughts. Her entire body radiated a desire for something, but also a frustration at her inability to express it. She stared at Eric's hand, where it lay over hers, engulfing it entirely. Then her eyes met his again, the intense look begging him to understand somehow.

He thought he did understand, and it was a titillating, exhilarating prospect, although tinged with frightening punctuations of danger. Indeed, only his pity and growing fondness for Sarah was stopping him from abusing his guile and slithering his way right into heaven. But what if that was exactly what she wanted? Could such a thing really be?

“I won't say anything about what we do,” Sarah whispered, “I promise.”

That confirmed his suspicions neatly, and Eric felt an odd calm descend upon him. He took a long, deep breath and gave her a gentle smile.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

Sarah's eyes hardened, and she glared at him for a tense moment. But that slowly fell away as she watched him, and she eventually gave him a protracted nod.

“Will you take off that jacket?” Eric asked, only barely managing to keep a smirk off of his face.

A streak of reluctance colored Sarah's face, but it faded after a few seconds. Eric realized there must be more to her wearing the thing than just comfort or an odd fashion sense. Nevertheless, Sarah gingerly nodded and slid out of the big, bulky coat. She absently held it close until she realized what she was doing, then sat it on the coffee table.

Eric drank her in as she sat before him, so much smaller than he'd imagined she might be. She wore a thin cotton shirt with no bra beneath, displaying the little suggestions of breasts shamelessly. She probably didn't know any better, he thought. With no mother to explain things and barely any father to speak of, what else could be expected?

His gaze lingered on the raised nubs of cotton where Sarah's stiff little nipples stood erect, and Eric wondered what that might mean for the girl. She could be aroused. She could just be cold. Either way, it was a mouthwatering display.

Sarah watched him like a hawk as he appreciated her slight figure, and she obviously took a hint from his lecherous appreciation of her chest. Wordlessly, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and made to pull it over her head.

“Stop.” Eric said quickly, once he noticed what she was doing.

Sarah froze mid-motion like a deer under a spotlight and watched him with wide eyes. She was obviously afraid she'd done something wrong.

“Look, don't do anything you're not comfortable with, okay?” Eric said, “I'm not trying to force you into anything.”

“Do you want me to take it off though?” She asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“I don't want you to feel obligated.”

“That's not a 'no'.” Sarah pointed out with a little grin.

“I guess it isn't.” He agreed with a sigh.

Sarah nodded as if she'd won a debate, and pulled at her shirt once more. Eric held his breath as she pulled it over her head and dropped it off of an arm to the floor. Her other arm gingerly draped close to her side.

He barely noticed. Sarah's breasts were some of the most beautiful little buds he'd ever seen. They rose only slightly from her chest in little convex mounds, and the skin there looked so tender and soft. Her nipples were tiny, standing erect like little candy drops. He was dying to feel those in his mouth.

Sarah nervously rounded her shoulders inward, her arms causing the flesh of her chest to push together and give her a delicious little hint of cleavage.

“You're beautiful, Sarah,” Eric said with a dry mouth, “Thank you.”

That made her grin demurely and an adorable little flush darkened her neck and upper chest. Eric's heart was pounding, and he found himself growing out of his trepidation and into an eager excitement by the second. It was stunned into stasis however, when he looked at Sarah's side.

He had barely noticed her keeping her arm close, and it didn't register why until he caught a glimpse of the skin beneath. A peek of bruise showed from behind her tucked forearm, and Eric felt his blood turn to ice.

*

Sarah knew he'd seen the bruise. Eric's face drained of color and his jaw clenched so hard she saw a muscle bulge out just beneath his ear. Despite her embarrassment, a warm flush filled her. She wondered at that. The way he'd looked at her chest made her feel very nice and warm down in that deep place at the bottom of her stomach that sometimes ached in such a pleasant way. But seeing his anger over her bruise made her happy somehow, and she wondered if she'd been hoping he would notice it all along.

“Can I look at that?” Eric asked her, his voice strained.

Part of her wanted to keep the shame of it hidden and deny him. But something stronger wanted to give it to him. She wanted him to be upset for her, and say kind things and promise that he'd never get drunk and kick her with a heavy boot.

She raised her arm and angled her torso to let him see. It wasn't so bad any more. The round scrape the boot's toe had left was all but gone, and the dark, ugly colors around it had faded to browns and yellows. The area was still a little tender to the touch, but nothing like it had been a week ago.

Eric just stared at it for long moments, and Sarah studied his face to determine what he was thinking. It obviously upset him. Alternating rage and sorrow played across his features, and his eyes were so warm. Finally he lifted a hand and touched his long fingers gently to her ribs. In a feather-light caress he trailed them over the outside edges of the discolored skin; across the ribs and around the back, before trailing down to her waist then around and up her abdomen in a ticklish stroke that made her skin thrum behind his touch.

He met her eyes then, and Sarah's breath caught at what she saw. She couldn't fully understand his intense emotion, but she could see that he had made a decision about something, and there was steely resolve in his eyes. Just under that, she sensed an affection so potent and big that she almost started crying again. She might have anyway, but Eric's big hand was suddenly cradling her cheek, and the smile that elicited from her drove away the tears.

She took hold of one of his fingers, loving how big his hands were in comparison to hers. His palm was so warm and smooth on her cheek, and she couldn't help but nuzzle in a little.

*

Eric had no more doubts or fears. In fact, he had seldom been so sure about anything. Sarah was hurting. She was alone. She was discarded and unwanted. His rage at her life was enormous, but he knew that any 'proper' action he could take wouldn't be enough. She needed love. She needed enough of it to combat and overcome all the pain in her little world.

And it couldn't come from just anywhere. Sarah needed the kind of affirming experience that could only be attained through certain bonds. Only that would be strong enough to give her what she needed to begin repairing herself and overcome the horrible circumstance of her world. And he was likely the only one equipped to help her.

Eric took a moment to search his soul and ponder whether he was merely using Sarah's situation as a way to take advantage of her. He couldn't deny that with one-hundred percent honesty, but he knew beyond a doubt that he wouldn't hurt her. Maybe that was all he could ask of himself.

*

She watched almost in slow motion as Eric moved in closer to her. His hand on her cheek was a firm support keeping her head in place, and as his face drew nearer to hers she was glad to have it lest she pass out.

His mouth met hers, and Sarah was the one who felt her mind burst into colorful static. His lips moved expertly, so tender and hot. Her mouth opened slightly as she tried to reciprocate, and the sensation of Eric's tongue brushing her upper lip made that tingling thrumming in her belly ache sweetly. A whimpering moan escaped her throat that made Eric react like gas on a fire.

He pressed into her harder, as if trying to consume her, and it made Sarah smile to feel so desirable. His hands rested on the bottom of her neck, spanning the length of her collar bones out to her shoulders. The weight of them made her want to be somehow balled up in his grip and cradled like that marker she'd watched him hold earlier today.

And when they began to move and touch her, she couldn't help but shiver from head to toe. His hands slid over her shoulders and down her arms, long fingers splayed and trailing. Then around her back, up and into her hair, where he raked her scalp gently, causing her vision to blur with the pleasure. Another contented moan escaped her.

Eric hissed in an eager breath when he heard Sarah moan, and she wondered if he really liked hearing her make noises. That seemed a little odd, but she kind of felt good when he made such noise, so it must go both ways. She didn't have time to ponder it, as Eric kissed her again, pulling her face into his with his strong hands holding her head.

Her body reacted strangely to that. Something about the insistent force of his need made that throbbing ache in her belly flare into a new level of urgency. It seemed to drift ever lower, and she thought she might be able to reach it if only...

His tongue pushed past her lips and swiped hers. A deep groan burst from her throat as she wondered at the feeling of his strong, supple tongue in her mouth. It playfully teased hers, and she tried to fight through the fog that was accumulating in her mind and return the gesture. It was hard to focus on much right now.

Without knowing what she was doing, Sarah began curling her hips and squirming in slow circles and thrusts. That delicious throbbing was so close now. Squeezing and squirming wasn't helping much, but it was better than nothing. At least for the moment. Eric's passionate kissing was making her feel so fuzzy and liquid. She wished he would...what? She didn't know, but she wanted him to do something.

Eric pulled away from the kiss, leaving her panting and flushed and craving more of his lips and tongue. A fierce pleasure rose to the surface when she noticed that he looked very much like she felt. He was breathing heavily and his eyes consumed her in a way that made her throb down there so sweetly. She had to clench her thighs tightly against the ache.

There was no relief from the frustrating pleasure however, as Eric then began touching her chest. Her breasts had been getting more sensitive over this past year, but she wasn't expecting the powerful way her body would react when he ran his fingers across her stiff, tender little nipples.

An electric jolt coursed through her at his touch, and she stiffened with a little yelp of surprise. Even after his hand was gone her breasts, her nipples especially, felt tingly. She liked it, she realized. Eric noticed her reaction and grinned knowingly at her. Did he understand all of this? Did he know what he was doing to her? If so, would he really be able to do something about that terrible, insistent heat down there?

Sarah's little chest heaved under her heavy breaths, and she waited with barely contained urgency for Eric to continue touching her. She felt so hot, and on a whim decided to give Eric something else to occupy him. She stood nimbly and began working at the buttons on her pants. Eric looked on with wider eyes than she'd ever seen on him. His carefully composed demeanor was all but gone now, and Sarah realized she liked what she could do to him a lot.

He followed her every move with rapt gravity as she slid her pants down her slim thighs and stepped out of them unceremoniously, leaving them in a heap with one inside-out leg hanging off to a side. Sarah thought she knew what would happen next. She expected him to look at her with hungry appreciation, then maybe tentatively touch her a little. She was looking forward to the affection, but wasn't prepared in the least for what Eric did.

The only way she could describe it was that he pounced on her. One second, she was studying the incredible hunger in his eyes, wondering how he would proceed, and the next, he had snatched her into his arms with a deep, feral noise. His right hand slid up her supple leg and kneaded into the pert flesh of her butt with almost painful strength, while the left gripped the back of her neck to hold her in place as Eric arched up to greedily kiss and lick her neck, whimpering all the while like a starving beast.

His mouth was everywhere, tasting and kissing and breathing. He kissed up her neck, onto her mouth roughly, down her chest. His big hands grabbed her and squeezed her and seemed to cover all of her at once. She was a toy doll in his power, and as the shock of it all wore off, Sarah began to realize just how incredible it was to be used so thoroughly.

Her breaths were coming in sharp hisses, exhaling with a whimpering moan that only served to drive Eric more insane. Her vision pulsed and blurred, her eyes losing focus and blinking as she tried to endure this amazing sensation. She seemed to be made of gelatin, and would have surely collapsed if Eric hadn't been holding her up with his groping, grasping hands. And that relentless heat burned between her legs, seemingly worse somehow with her on her feet. The standing position seemed to make it all fall down to a single area, and the smoldering itch screamed to be dealt with.

She clenched her little thighs together and squeezed and rubbed. She reckoned she looked like she was holding back a pee, but she couldn't care less at the moment. All she knew was that Eric was making her body do things she never dreamed possible, and the unbelievable, burning urgency inside of her was delicious.

He grasped her with both hands under her armpits and pushed his palms together to bunch up the skin of her chest, then eagerly sucked one of her tender nipples into his hot mouth. She stiffened at the heat and wet flicks of his tongue on her sensitive little bud, and a staccato whine sounded from her mouth. Eric lavished kissing, licking, sucking affection on both of her breasts, and Sarah felt like she might faint.

And still, the aching heat between her legs demanded her attention and action. Her little hands slapped down on her thighs, gripping and twisting and trembling impotently as she tried to understand what her body wanted from her. She needed pressure between her legs; contact. Something. Anything.

She wasn't aware that Eric noticed her struggles, and was watching her confused little hands sliding over the tops of her legs so miserably as her body trembled and her thighs squeezed together for any kind of relief.

It didn't matter though, because he knew what to do to help her. Her eyes shot open as she felt him pick her up and deposit her on the couch, facing up to see Eric's massive form hovering over her with hot need burning on his face. She had a moment to reflect that she loved seeing him like this, after all the days of him being so cold and professional. She had brought this out of him, and the triumphant success made her feel loose and open for him somehow.

He lowered half beside her and half on top of her, his left hand nestled in her hair and cradling her head while his right glided fingers up her leg, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. Sarah felt like she was drowning in warm cotton. Eric was so big, so strong. He all but smothered her with his tall figure, and she only wished he was even closer somehow. His tie tickled her stomach where it lay and swished against her skin with his movements. She felt his powerful exhalations of breath on her neck as he panted with desire for her. His eyes were so close and hungry.

He kissed her neck and face as his free hand swirled and slid over her bare, supple thighs. The sensation of his hand was making her crazy, and Sarah writhed and squirmed under his touch. Eric had to know how his teasing was affecting her. She moaned and whined piteously, curling her hips up toward his hand whenever it drew close. Eric only persisted in rubbing her and kissing her and making her want to scream.

*

Eric felt like he might vibrate to pieces with the incredible energy buzzing in his head. Sarah's perfect little body was driving him to heights of thoughtless abandon that he never knew he was capable of. Outwardly, he was controlled and his eagerness was tempered with expert care for making her feel good. But inside he was screaming with lust and molten passion.

Her small figure writhed under his hands, her silken skin still baby-soft, yet covering perfect, supple hints of her budding femininity. She was an angel of temptation and naive desire. For Eric knew exactly what Sarah was feeling. The delicious sight of her awkwardly trying to understand why she tingled and throbbed in her deep, private places was a heady elixir to one such as he. What greater pleasure is there than to guide a little girl through her first sexual explosion?

Eric took his time and caressed her tender thighs and hips, lavishing sweet teasing on Sarah as she squirmed. He deliberately avoided the plump outline of puffy labia beneath the cotton of her panties, curious to see just how turned on he could make her. His mind had transformed now into a Mr. Hyde of girl-lust that left not a trace of his usual cool detachment. His was a soul of flame, kindled and stoked into a mad conflagration under the innocent, desirous ministrations of lovely Sarah.

His erection was steel in his pants, straining painfully to be loosed upon the girl and devastate her until he selfishly coaxed forth his own satisfaction. But he resisted. As much as his body demanded release, today wasn't for him. Oh, he would certainly enjoy this, and gain no small amount of pleasure from his treatment of Sarah, but she was the goal and object to please and love. He could deal with himself later, armed with the glorious memory of her taste, her scent, her softness. And who knows – perhaps this would only be the first of more heavenly encounters to come?

“Eric. Please.” Sarah's small voice begged from beneath him, strained and breathy and on the verge of blissful oblivion.

Her little head rocked side to side, every breath a whimpering moan as she ached from the hunger of her youthful lust. Eric wished he could feel what she was feeling, and experience such a tidal wave of unknown pleasure and need, overcoming her every sense and faculty of rational thought as her body was bombarded and electrified and set ablaze.

The sound of his name from her mouth made him shudder deliciously, and he decided it was time to solve her problem and rub her itch. There was an optimal level of teasing tension, and he reckoned Sarah had arrived. He adjusted to lie higher than her on the couch, with her face by his chest. He cradled her head into his chest and kissed her hair.

“Hold onto me, Sarah.” He instructed gently.

Her little hands pawed and clutched at his arms, even as she still squirmed and whimpered incoherent noises into his chest. She felt so small and fragile.

Fingers almost trembling, Eric slid them up the crease where Sarah's thighs were shut tight and grinding together, and over the plump mound of cotton at the top. As he brushed over her luscious mons, Sarah's voice let go in a sharp cry, her body went rigid, and her hips absently bucked up to chase the sensation his hand kissed her with.

When his long fingers slid beneath the elastic band of her panties and over the contour of her soft mound, down the arc of her plush labia, Sarah began shuddering as if she were seizing, a guttural noise emanating from her throat and into his chest. Her small hands gripped his arms like claws, and her legs automatically parted to give him better access. She curled her hips into his hand with a sensuous, digging urgency.

“It's okay, baby.” He whispered into her ear, barely aware of what he was saying.

His breath let out in a shaky rush as his fingers moved lower down her labia and felt the slimy wetness between her swollen lips. She was so soft down there; so smooth and hot. Was there a better thing in all the world? Eric's vision pulsed with his racing heartbeat, his mind feeling numb and detached somehow. It was in that moment that he understood truly the dangers of loving young girls, and the likely reason it had always been so frowned upon.

It was just too good. They were too perfect; sweet, soft, sensuous little angels that destroy men with a glance. Icarus didn't fly too close to the Sun. He flew too close to a young girl's glistening little vagina and lost his fucking mind.

*

Sarah felt like she was melting from the inside. Eric seemed to consume her, overwhelming her senses with his body, his scent, his wonderful hands. The way he was touching her was sweeter than the hugs and kisses they had shared. She was lost as she clung to him, eager to feel what his fingers could draw forth from her trembling body, and afraid of the powerful thing she sensed growing ever larger within.

It was like a bubble inside, swelling and getting ready to burst. She could feel it down there where Eric's hand touched her and made her feel all hot and trembly and like she wanted to explode, or pee, or both. His fingers were magic, and Sarah bit her lip as they swiped up the middle of her little cleft, brushing the sensitive spot at the top that she sometimes liked to press on. She would never have guessed that it could feel like this. She buried another cry into Eric's shirt.

“It's okay,” She heard him say again gently, “Just relax. Let it out.”

His deep voice rumbled from where her face was buried in his chest, and she felt her small body begin to loosen at his words. She believed him. It would be okay. He would take care of her and help her through this incredible, powerful thing that was happening.

Sarah's thoughts were interrupted by a sharp spike of sensitive pleasure radiating up from where Eric's fingers had started swirling and pressing over the little button at the top of her cleft. Her whole body went rigid, her eyes flew open wide, and she shoved her face into Eric's chest as she cried out a shocked moan that sounded so loud in her ears, even buried in his shirt.

His hand on her head stroked and petted her, and he whispered something else to her, but she couldn't hear it. All of her senses were diverted to the swelling feeling inside her. It felt like something was screaming up from her deepest places, a monster of tingling, shivering, frightening pleasure.

Her little hips jerked wildly, and her whimpering breathing came faster and faster. She stared wide-eyed into the white shroud of Eric's shirt, her whole body trembling and thrumming with that tingling tide as it got bigger, and bigger, and bigger inside.

*

Sarah was a gibbering ball of sensuous pleasure in his arms as he swirled his fingers over her little clit and watched her climax build. He didn't know for certain, but Eric was pretty sure this would be her first proper orgasm. He marveled at his fortune, even as he looked on with a dry mouth as Sarah's head burrowed into his chest and her high, whimpering moans crescendoed to a long squeal.

Her tiny body spasmed and jerked as the orgasm hit, and her head rocked back, giving Eric an incredible view of her blissfully contorted face. Her mouth was open wide in a silent cry of orgasmic force, her eyes were shut tight. Her little hands were claws, digging into his arms almost painfully. She sat poised like this in silent ecstasy for long moments, and Eric continued his rhythmic stroking.

Finally Sarah had to breathe, and she sucked in a ragged lungful of air, which she immediately expelled in a hoarse cry once again. Her eyes opened and fixed on his and he drank in the wonder, joy, confusion, and bone-numbing pleasure her gaze conveyed in soft amber. He smiled reassuringly and kissed her sweat-damp forehead. A weak little smile lifted a corner of Sarah's mouth, but her eyes were already hazed over as a second climax built.

“Oh!” She breathed in sweet surprise.

This time the orgasm was less of a shock for her, and she welcomed it with an excited little grin that made Eric's heart feel like it might burst. Her staccato stabs of moans grew much like last time, and peaked again in a long whine as her little body unhinged and flailed under the powerful climax. Her hands didn't gouge this time, but searched with raking fingers over his arms and shoulders, until one hand gripped his side and the other worked its way up and onto his cheek, stroking his stubble for a moment before falling to his shoulder and gripping hard.

As Sarah rode this one down, Eric decided to try something potentially foolish. His lust had him on a permanent brink of insanity, and he couldn't help but push his situation and dip his toe into it. Or rather, his finger.

He stopped rubbing her engorged little clit and instead stroked his fingers up and down her soft vulva, loving the way her silky wetness slicked up his hand. Sarah groaned deep and plaintively as he changed his method of touch, still squirming in his arms like an eel. She whimpered and gasped quietly as she trembled and pawed absently at his arms and torso, reveling in the feelings her tiny body experienced. It was so beautiful. He wondered if Sarah thought he was actually finished with her.

*

Sarah felt like she was melting for real this time, and she loved it. She couldn't recall ever feeling so fuzzy and warm and content. If she had her way, she'd spend the rest of the day and night in Eric's strong embrace, his big hands touching her and teasing those incredible explosions of ecstasy from her until morning. There was nothing else in the world right now; only his hands and her pleasure.

But no matter how much she thought she'd learned about how good she could feel, nothing could have prepared her for what Eric's beautiful fingers did next.

He was rubbing her, so tenderly and gently, the pressure and strokes not bringing out those amazing bursts of pleasure, but instead keeping her in a state of constant, boneless smoldering. Until one of his fingers dipped between her lips and pressed at her little hole. She felt a stab of almost painful pressure, as if it were his fist trying to fit in there instead of a finger.

Her body tensed and she jerked away from the pressure, running into Eric's hand on her head that kept her from moving.

“Relax, baby.” Eric breathed softly, stroking her hair as she tried to sit up and get away from his finger.

She wasn't trying to get him to stop touching her. Indeed, his continued affection was what she wanted most. But that had spooked her a little, and she was confused.

“What are you doing?” She asked, nervously looking up into his eyes.

“Do you trust me?” Eric asked for the second time.

Sarah felt considerably different about the question now than she had earlier, and nodded almost at once.

“Do you like what we were just doing?” He asked, his hand still stroking her hot lips down there.

She nodded eagerly.

“This will feel even better,” Eric assured, running a finger slowly between her wet, delicate inner labia and over her little opening, “But it might be a little uncomfortable at first. Is that okay?”

Sarah took a deep breath and said, “Okay.”

She let herself relax into the couch again, running her hands over his big arms for comfort. Despite being nervous, she couldn't deny that the idea of something feeling even better than what they'd already done was incredibly exiting.

Eric's finger returned to her tight, hot opening, and he pressed again, more gently, this time. Sarah started to tense up, but she remembered to relax and deliberately breathed deeply to try and calm herself. The pressure wasn't painful, but it felt so strange. Her deep breathing continued, and right at the bottom of one deep exhalation, she felt a 'popping' sensation as the tip of his finger made its way in.

A sharp cry broke out of her mouth, and Sarah instinctively clenched down on the intruding digit. Doing that was unbelievable. As her virginal walls gripped Eric's big fingertip, a massive wave of sensation seemed to explode from her little hole and pulse through her whole body like a shock wave current. A deep, ragged groan built from somewhere in her guts and burst forth from her as the amazingly good sensation sent her into trembling convulsions. Her eyes strained wide in her flushed face and she felt herself bloom into a molten pleasure down there that seemed to spark and slither inside.

Then Eric pulled his finger back a little, and she felt like she was being pulled inside-out. But it was such a delicious tugging feeling, and another wave of those good tingles flooded her, making her feel faint.

“Does that hurt?” He asked her.

Sarah shook her head languidly, her vision seeming to be having a hard time keeping up with her eyes.

“It's...good,” She managed through lips that seemed interested in nothing but letting her whimpering moans through, “Your finger...so big.”

Eric's chuckle was a deep rumble in his chest and he said, “That's just the tip, sweetie.”

Sarah tried to look astonished, but her face wasn't paying attention to her mind. All she could manage was an intrigued eyebrow raise. Her stomach seemed to flutter with a strange hunger then, as she absorbed Eric's words. Just the tip? How would more of his finger feel inside, then? She trembled at the thought, and swore she could feel something loosen up between her legs as her curiosity and desire manifested itself.

“You're so wet, baby,” Eric said, his words making her feel fresh tingles for some reason, “It should be fine.”

Before she could sluggishly put together what he meant, she felt him push again. This time, she was able to stay relaxed and loose down there. Her eyes widened as she realized what he'd meant about it only being the tip before. She was being stretched! The tugging, pulling feeling was only just below the threshold of pain, but even if it had hurt, she knew that would have been overshadowed by the other powerful feelings he was making her experience.

Eric had been right. This was worlds away from the feeling of him rubbing her on the outside. There wasn't any bursts of sensitive pleasure, or not yet at least, but the feeling of his finger inside of her was unbelievable. It filled her so tightly and fully, and stretched her in a delicious way that only got better as she grew accustomed to it. She could feel him inside, the shape of his finger, and the way it moved and twitched. Everything it did radiated out a wave of deep, thrumming pleasure from her toes to the tips of her hair. Her body was electrified.

And that deep ache was finally being touched! Even through what they'd done earlier, and how sweet that had been, the deepest part of her smoldering hunger remained intact and persistent. His swirling hand had made it better, but it wasn't gone. Now though, Eric's big finger, so deep inside of her and filling her so completely was pressing that urgent sensation directly. And she thought she might explode soon if he kept going...

*

Sarah's little vagina was a molten vise on Eric's finger, so terribly tight and soft. He could feel her walls undulating and gripping against him as the powerful sensations racked her for the first time. He was careful to be slow and gentle, but she accommodated him extraordinarily fast. She was either a natural at this, or so aroused that it didn't matter. He hadn't thought his whole finger would fit inside her, but he was pleasantly surprised to find himself bottoming it out at his knuckle with a wet, squishy sensation.

Her juices were slick and slimy, making his movements silky and effortless, save for her tight hole's resistance. But she didn't seem to experience any pain, for which he was grateful. Instead, his curling finger's thrusting only made her grunt and writhe as he forced it past the clenching, spongy flesh within her, every bit of progress seeming to redouble her pleasure.

She clung to his arms with biting ferocity, her eyes shocked open wide and her mouth hanging agape as the guttural noises fell out of her in such a sexy way. She was a trembling mess beneath his touch, blind and dumb to everything else in the world save for the crazy pleasure she was feeling. Eric felt her wetness squish as he retracted his finger for another thrust, the hot slime running down her butt to where the other fingers of his hand lay pressed to her warm skin.

Sooner than he would have imagined possible, she was loosened up enough for him to gently work his digit in and out of her in regular, smooth thrusts. Sarah cried out ever louder with her deep, incoherent pleasure noises, building and growing to what was sure to be an amazing climax. Eric panted along with her as he anticipated her beautiful, sexy explosion of bliss.

*

It rumbled through her like a freight train, blasting through her mind and body with unspeakable intensity and undeniable power. Sarah felt like she was being torn apart, the extreme waves of pleasure radiating out from where Eric's finger plunged in and out of her, racking her tiny body and leaving her utterly helpless before the onslaught.

She was so full one moment, his glorious finger digging into her, pressing and stroking those deep places inside that made her want to die from the intense, delightful feeling. Then the next, he pulled out, feeling like he was dragging her insides out with him in the most insanely delicious way, leaving her empty and longing for the next second when he would stuff her full all over again.

The controlled detonation built gradually, seeming to gather every ounce of her senses into it as it grew from that singular point and swelled greater and greater, like a rampaging monster drawing ever nearer to consuming her entirely. She vaguely noticed a tipping point, and was all but blinded to her little hands gripping Eric so tightly they hurt, and her small body bucking and jerking uncontrollably under the explosion.

Her vision went white and her ears were muted with a cottony ringing so she couldn't even hear her screaming, gibbering cries. She felt the walls of her tender, engorged little vagina clamp down hard and spasm on Eric's finger, and that feeling only rocketed her into stratospheric heights of mindless ecstasy. Her body seemed to simultaneously melt into nothing and stiffen into a shell of clenching, aching strain. All that existed was Eric's hands on her, inside of her, caressing her, holding her.

*

Watching Sarah cum from his fingering was the most incredible thing Eric had seen in his nearly four decades of life. She writhed and bucked and screamed and flailed and clawed like a little demon girl, and he lovingly fought to hold her still so he could keep his finger thrusting through her clenching vaginal walls and make her cum so thoroughly and completely that she would never doubt the magic of this day.

Her orgasm seemed to ride on a pinnacle of mindless abandon for ages, Sarah all the while screaming out nonsensical noises and thrashing her little limbs against the inescapable pleasure. Her wetness spurted out around Eric's finger, making gushy noises as he continued to thrust in and out of her. Her whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat that made her perfect skin glisten in the room's light, and Eric had to fight the urge to lick the salty perspiration off of her.

She looked so delicious, cumming her little brains out beneath his hands, and he knew then that his worst fear had become a reality. What could he do now, but be at her mercy? As the racking waves of her intense pleasure began to slowly level out and taper, Sarah opened her eyes languidly and found his. Tears welled in her eyes, big and shimmering and heartbreaking in their erotic beauty. Eric felt his incredible arousal reach a screaming peak of demanding fury, and he knew he wouldn't be able to wait until he got home to take care of it.

He slid his finger out of Sarah's hot cleft with a final squish of slimy wetness, and immediately sucked it clean, relishing the tangy bitterness, even as it made his demanding climax all the more insistent. Sarah barely seemed to notice, as she was still writhing and whimpering beneath him with the residual pulses of her own mad ecstasy.

Eric fumbled his belt loose with shaky hands and dropped his fly with some effort. He fished his painfully hard penis out of his pants and touched its infernal heat with a trembling hand. Sarah's eyes were closed as she squirmed, big tears running down both cheeks in silent rapture. Eric readjusted himself to a better position, which broke Sarah from her stupor.

She lazily opened her eyes, unfocused and confused for a moment before they recognized him and looked down to his fat erection hovering over her. Her eyes flared wide in surprise, and she stared with silent alarm at his penis, her tiny breasts beginning to heave as her breathing rate increased all over again.

Eric raked his eyes over her from top to bottom as he idly stroked his length, trying to determine what to do with his undoubtedly massive load. His eyes lingered on her puffy labia under her damp cotton panties, so perfectly shaped and inviting. On a whim, he decided to take one more small measure of selfish enjoyment from her before he finished himself off.

He leaned down between her legs and pulled her panties aside with one hand. He stared in rapturous wonder at her bald little vulva, so puffy and swollen from his usage of her. The bud of her clitoris stood stiff at the top of her slit, and he lovingly traced the line down to her slightly gaping, red vagina. A single drop of clear, silken discharge sat poised at the bottom of her tender opening, and Eric wasted no more time before enjoying her.

He buried his face in her soft folds and greedily swiped his tongue up the length of her, flaring it and pointing it in an effort to scoop up every bit of her precious juices he could. She tasted mainly of sweat, but that incredible tang was evident as he dipped his tongue into her cleft and gouged to suck out what he could.

Sarah jerked and cried out and grabbed onto his hair with insistent little hands as she tried to chase the pleasure his tongue was teasing her with. But he was too far gone to withhold his release any longer. She'd have to wait if she wanted more of that kind of play.

Against her whimpering protestations, Eric raised his head from between Sarah's legs and scooted himself closer to her. She looked on with a mixture of horror and eagerness as he lowered his heavy cock down between her legs. The fact that she didn't scream and try to flee nearly made him explode before he even got himself positioned. She might just turn out to be the perfect girl for him.

With one hand, he pulled aside her panties again, and with the other he began to stroke himself. He knew it wouldn't take long at all, and allowed the tidal wave of furious release to slam itself forward without resistance. Sarah watched with wide-eyed wonder as Eric pointed his engorged head at her flawless little mound and began to spurt thick ropes of watery cream all over it.

Even in the midst of the fuzzy release of such a glorious load, Eric's perverse sensibilities came to the fore, and he adjusted Sarah's panties to cover the bottom of her crotch, acting like a little hammock to catch the gobs of goo that ran down her smooth skin and pooled on the cotton. Once he had stroked the last throbbing pulse out of his tired penis, Eric leaned forward over Sarah's tiny body and cupped his hand to her sticky, full panties.

He squished his load into her little cunt, rubbing it around and gliding the sodden cotton of her underwear over the layer of slime within. Sara's eyes went wide with surprise, but as he mashed the messy cum all over her crotch and massaged it into her folds, her eyes began to haze over with a resigned sort of satisfaction. Eric smiled broadly at the terribly erotic look on her face. Maybe he could really make something out of her.

“Do you like that?” He asked quietly, leaning down to indulge in a kiss.

Her head nodded a few quick bobs, even as her eyes stared down at what his hand was doing in unfocused pleasure. Eric had no idea if she even knew what he had done, but it didn't matter. She was loving it, and he could work with that budding perversion of hers.

“Keep these panties on,” He instructed, giving her pussy a little swat that sounded gushy as his hand struck, “Show me tomorrow that you haven't taken them off, and I'll reward you. Maybe I'll show you what my mouth can do for you.”

A sly smile lifted the corners of Sarah's mouth, and her big amber eyes sparkled with delightful mischief at the new game. Eric grinned in turn, and thought that he couldn't wait til tomorrow to see his new favorite student.

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