"I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick, then you can finish talking," Mr. Hudson said before getting off the couch.

He was surprisingly easy to talk to. And he wasn't judgmental even when I rambled on about nonsense or boring topics.

Asher's words kept ringing in my head. "You're no fun. You never do anything but what you're told... No wonder you're still a virgin." Well the jokes on him because I'm not a virgin. And the person that I did it with would most definitely not make me be considered a rule follower. Who am I kidding? I did it one time with a teacher. And the reason I did it was for grades.

"You're no fun."

Sometimes I wondered why Chloe and I were friends. We were complete opposites, yet somehow we worked so well. Aside from dance, we barely had anything in common, but we just understood each other. We gave each others' lives balance. I gave her serenity and reason. She gave me risks and good disruption.

"You're no fun."

I could be fun. I could be a lot of fun if I wanted to. I could break rules. I just chose not to. Maybe breaking a couple of rules every once in a while wouldn't be so bad.

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Talking to Lydia about her boy problems made me realize how small high school problems were compared to adulthood. Of course, I was a high schooler once and I thought my issues were the whole world. But then you grow up, get married, buy a house, pay some bills, find out your wife is cheating on you, pay some more bills, and you realize how small high school was in the whole scheme of your life.

But I still enjoyed hearing her talk about it. It brought me out of my world for a couple of minutes. Watching her eyes light up when she got excited about a topic just made her that much more fascinating. And that much more beautiful. What the hell am I talking about? I can't say that.

I took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. Lydia seemed to be so deep in thought that she didn't even realize I had come back. I checked the time on my watch. 2:09 am. Shit!

"It's getting late. You should probably head back to your tent."

"Hmm," she looked at me. "Oh right!" She stood up.

I went to open the door for her and when I turned around she reached up and kissed me. I didn't process it until a couple of seconds after.

I grabbed both of her arms to pull her off of me. "Whoa," was all I could manage to get out.

She looked at me shocked, "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry. I don't know what I was doing. I- I just...," she sighed and reached for the door.

In one swift move, I pulled her back in by her waist and connected our lips. It took her a second to loosen up, but once she did she wrapped her arms around my neck. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I walked over to the couch and sat down causing her to straddle me.

She slowly started slipping her hands under my shirt. She wrapped her hand around the waistband of my sweatpants.

I grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing?"

"I just thought..."

"We can't do this again. You know that."

"Please."

Her eyes said a thousand different words at once. I knew that the first time shouldn't have happened, but since it did, it should've been the only time. But she kissed me as if she craved me and I couldn't deny that it was turning me on.

"Please," she repeated. "I'll listen to whatever you tell me to do. I just... I just need this." She bit her lip and her eyes pleaded with me.

"Fuck," I groaned. I couldn't deny her. Her eyes were enchanting. I could tell that when she needed something, she had a way of getting it just with a look. "Fine. But this has to be the last time."

She nodded her head, "Deal."

I put my hand on the back of her neck and pressed my lips against hers. Her hands slipped under my shirt again, and I could tell she was too nervous to take it off herself. I smiled against her lips and pulled away from her. I slipped my shirt over my head and then I took hers off. She had an unbelievably, perfect body. Maybe it came from dancing, or maybe just genetics. But if she looked like this she had to have beautiful parents.

Parents. Her parents. How would her parents feel about her doing this? "Before we start I need to ask you, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Mhmm," She nodded her head.

"Positive?"

"Positive." She grabbed the waistband of my pants again and I knew that if we started back up again, I wasn't gonna be able to stop.

I shifted our bodies so she was laying on the couch and I was on top of her. I kissed her jawline, neck, collarbone, chest, and anywhere that was in reach of me. She smelled like vanilla. She let out little moans and with each one, I got harder.

I got up, "Take off your jeans." I walked over to my dresser and picked up my wallet. I opened it and took out a condom. I checked the expiry date just in case. I turned around to see her in her underwear. She had an amazing hourglass figure. That tended to be unusual for dancers. Her jeans were on the floor and she was about to take off her underwear. "No. Leave those on. I'll take them off myself."

She left them where they were and I walked over to her. Her eyes held nervousness, excitement, and seduction all at the same time. She sat back down on the couch and spread her legs open. I towered over her and rested a knee in between her legs.

I gently kissed her lips and then trailed my lips down her body. I pulled her panties to the side. She was dripping wet. I licked my lips. I placed a finger on her bundle of nerves and played with it. Then I slipped a finger inside of her.

"Oh my gosh," she moaned out. I loved the sound of her moaning. I loved that I could make her moan.

I moved my tongue along her folds and she let out louder moans. She tastes so good. I grabbed her chest, added another finger, and started moving my fingers inside her even faster. At this point, her legs were shaking.

"I can't- I can't take it anymore," she moaned. She squirmed up the couch in an attempt to escape me, but I pulled her back towards me by her hips. "Fuck!"

She kept trying to back away from me, but I wasn't ready to let her go. I wasn't ready to stop tasting her and touching her. I took my mouth away from her but kept my fingers moving inside of her. I held her in place. I wanted to make her cum so hard she couldn't breathe. I used my other hand to play with her clit. I wanted to make her squirt. Her breathing was so uneven and she was shaking so much, I knew I could get her there. Suddenly, a warm, wet rush of liquid sprayed out of her.

"Fuck," she screamed. I finally pulled my fingers out of her. She closed her legs quickly and scooted back. "What was that?"

"I made you squirt," I put one of my fingers in my mouth and licked it clean.

"I'm sorry. I've never done that before. I didn't know-"

"It's fine, Lydia." I cut her off. "I wanted you to do that." I kissed her lips softly and kissed her neck. I stood up to take off my sweatpants.

"So, that's normal?"

"Yes. And it's sexy."

"Oh, okay," she looked down and picked at her fingers.

"Don't be embarrassed," I pulled her hands apart. "Open your mouth." She stuck her tongue out. "Taste yourself." She looked me in the eyes and she wrapped her lips around the finger that I didn't lick and sucked the juices off of it.

I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to be inside of her. "Turn around."

"Hmm?"

"Turn around, on your knees. Just because you came doesn't mean I'm done with you," I smiled.

She turned around, put her ass in the air, and arched her back. I guess dance made her back flexible because she had perfect posture. I tore the condom's packaging and slipped it on. I unclipped her bra and let it slide down her arms. I kissed her back up to her underwear and slid that down too. Her whimpers intensified. I didn't think it was possible to crave someone so much.

I pressed my chest to her back and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," she breathed out. I slowly pushed myself inside of her and she let out a small, "Oh."

I dug my fingers into her waist and thrust my hip inside of her speeding up as I did so. Her moans were encouraging me to go faster. I grabbed a fistful of her curly hair with one hand and put my other hand on her shoulder as I pulled her up to me. I wrapped a hand around her throat and pulled her hair to where her lips met mine. I let go of her body and she rested her hands on the armrest.

"Fuck you're so tight," I moaned.

"You're so big," she responded, smiling.

I trailed down her back with kisses as I started getting closer to my climax. Her breath started getting caught so I assumed she was getting there as well. She grabbed one of my hands that I had resting on her hips.

"Say my name," I growled in her ear.

"What?"

"Say... my... name," I repeated.

"Mr. Hudson," she breathed. "I'm gonna cum." I stopped moving. "What are you doing?" she looked back at me.

I grabbed her hair again. "Beg me to make you cum."

"Please make me cum, Mr. Hudson."

"That's all you got?" I smirked down at her.

"Please fuck me until I come all over your dick, Mr. Hudson."

"That's better."

I started moving inside her faster than before. I pulled her up to me pressing my chest to her back.

"That feels so good," she cried.

I kept pounding into her faster until she was screaming out of pleasure. I covered her mouth to muffle her moans. We both reached our climax at the same time.

"Fuck," I said as I pulled out of her. I stood up and took off the condom to throw it away.

"Aren't teachers not supposed to curse?"

"I guess I'm not your average teacher then," I smiled back at her.

She had her underwear back on and I couldn't help but admire her body. It was perfect. I wanted more. I wanted to explore every inch of it. But, I knew I couldn't. I made sure not to take this moment for granted. It would be the last time I saw her like this. She noticed I was staring and wrapped her arms around her stomach. I walked over to her, pulled her waist into me, and gently pressed my lips against hers. I savored her taste. I want to remember it.

"Just had to do it one last time," I said. She nodded her head. I looked down at my watch. 3:00 am. "You gotta go. I'll take you back to the campsite. But from a distance obviously, so no one will see us."

She just nodded her head and slipped her clothes back on. I did the same. As much as I knew we shouldn't do it again, I also knew every time I looked at her, I was going to crave her more.

She was different.