Sexy Times in a Closet

Fahmeen's POV:

"Back in time for your party, that works out great." I say, leaning against the door frame. My brother wolfs down his second muffin and is in the process of unwrapping his third one.
"Yeah, I know. It's almost like I planned it(!)" His sarcasm never wavers. I just smile back at him, showing my teeth and reach for a muffin. On second thought, I've been indulgent these last few days so I drop my hand. My brother shakes his head at me, my family think I'm extreme when it comes to my eating but I say disciplined.

"Still the same I see."
"You've been gone for a few months only. I could hardly change since then." I say, but then I remember I have. I'm with Rolf. And I've had sex. I am definitely no longer the same girl my brother left to go university in September. I straighten up, suddenly uncomfortable at the secret I'm keeping from my family. Guilt seeps in.

"So, how you been? How's school?"
"School's fine. Nervous for exams but... nothing unusual." I shrug.
"Cool." He bites into his fourth muffin as my sister walks in.
"The decorations have finally come! This party is gonna be exciting. I'm going to invite loads of people, okay guys? The more the merrier!" Sam is cheerful but she eyes my brother as he discards of his eaten through muffin wrappers.

"Sounds cool. Hey, can I invite Georgia?"
"Of course." She rolls her eyes, everyone knows Georgia here.
"And Aston by extension?"
"Who's Aston?" My brother perks up, suddenly interested in the conversation about his party.
"Yeah who's Aston?" Sam wiggles her eyebrows.
"Georgia's seeing him. He's great, really nice you'd all like him."
My brother rolls his eyes and stands,
"I'm going to see mum. Where is she?"
"In her room." Sam offers and she gives me a inquisitive look regarding his weird behaviour as he walks past us. Once he's out of earshot she says,
"That was strange."
"Mmhmm." I nod. Strange indeed.

...

I hear a notification buzz and check my phone, it's Rolf. I named it his surname Ango, hoping not many people know if anyone should ever come across it.

(R) No text? :(
(F) :o sorry I got distracted with my brother and muffins, they had chocolate - hope you understand ;)
(R) I do. His reply is instant. I suddenly remember the party.
(F) There's going to be a party at my house. It's my brother's birthday and my sister's inviting a LOT of people. Can you come?
He takes a few seconds.

(R) It depends. Are you inviting me?
I smile to myself in the closet. Yes I'm in a closet, I seem to be paranoid a lot lately.
(F) I am. But wouldn't it look... odd if I did? I'll ask mum.
(R) I'll be happy to see you again.
(F) I just left you this morning.
(R) I know. Do you remember what we did?
I cover my mouth, blushing at the very recent memory.
(F) I do.
(R) Good, 'cause I can't forget.

...

Back at school and I can feel it. The tension in the air. Exams got people like Harriet buzzing around the building, still clutching onto the notepad I see. The first of them would start in a month's time. It was the Art exam - 6 hours long for each one. Crazy. All my exams were from April to June. Prom would be in the summer, once we'd all left. The location was being disputed - some people demanded the brand new hotel which opened up in the city centre, others wanted it right here. I didn't care as I was still undecided.

"He's amazing, Fahmeen. He bought me this bracelet." Georgia gives me her wrist and I gawk at the sheer beauty of it. It's a delicate, slender chain of real silver with a miniature 'A' dangling off of it.
"This is stunning but don't tell me he's got a matching one." I laugh, she narrows her eyes at me and punches my shoulder.
"No! Ew, we're not corny." She giggles.

I'm smiling at her, content at seeing her with someone who compliments her so well.
"So I know you'll receive a formal invitation because... Sam." She nods, knowing of my sister's enthusiasm and flair for throwing celebrations.
"But I wanted to tell you, you are invited to my brother's birthday party!"
Georgia gasps.
"Jay's back? You didn't tell me."
"Yeah he came back only Sunday. So what do you say? Can you make it? Aston can come of course."
She pretends to think for a while and then just grins.
"Of course I'm coming!"

Fahmeen's POV:

I watch him stand at the front of class, lost in teaching his attentive students. We seem to have this game going on, who can avoid each other's eyes the longest. I seem to lose every time as it's easy for him to distract himself with someone else. Whereas I was sat here, expected to not admire the fine man educating me.

How can I turn a blind eye to the sexy outline of his arms through those shirts he wears. Or the tapered trousers? His glasses either on his face or left hanging on his shirt, where they so delicately tug at the buttons? How about when he finally sits at his desk and leans on his arms, brazenly staring at me whilst I work. I can feel it, feel him. When he knows nobody's looking, busy in their work he stares too. He's just very good at hiding it.

This time I look back at him and I see the flicker of lust in his eyes. Rolf raises his eyebrows and makes a quick gesture with his eyes towards his trousers. I narrow my eyes, trying to decipher this. I feel under my own desk and come into contact with my bare skin. My dress rode up and he's itching to touch me. He realises I understand then slowly blinks and sits back.

"Fahmeen, come to my desk please."
What's he playing at? Though I can't deny the rush I'm currently feeling. I cautiously stand, closing my book and looking if anyone seems suspicious. No one does. I walk up and he won't stop his stare. Once I'm directly in front of him, his gaze drops down to my legs and slowly scope out my thighs, chest, neck, lips and finally back to my eyes.
"I need to speak with you in private. Please follow me." He stands and expects me to follow him.
"Keep up the good work guys. Won't be long." He nods at the students. They barely lift their heads and we leave.

"Rolf. What are you doing?" I whisper, walking alongside his long and powerful strides.
"Where are we going?"

He smirks, looking ahead.
"Questions questions. All shall be revealed." He says, kindly smiling at a student who passes by.
We stop in front of a closet, no one uses this closet. I think he knows that.
Rolf takes my hand and opens the door. I look behind me and see no one before stepping inside with him. Corridors are empty as lessons are taking place.

Immediately he attacks my lips with the most sensuous assault, backing me up against the wall. We knock down a broom but he catches it, not breaking contact with me. I moan, senses heightened in this darkness. His tongue searching my mouth and loving my own. His hands go down to my ass and he squeezes. I know he's getting a bulge in them fitted pants.
"So unprofessional, Professor." I pant, kissing the middle of his collarbone through the undone buttons.
"You're to blame. Trouble."

He swallows down and suddenly lifts me up. We continue kissing and I want to make him feel good, relieve his... tension.
"Let me touch you." I whisper in his ear, nibbling his skin. He doesn't deny me so he holds me up against the wall, hands under my thighs. I unbutton his trousers and reach into his boxers. Time is of the essence.

As my strokes begin, he's kissing my lips, my cheeks and my neck.
He groans and thrusts into my hands, aiding his pleasure.

I speed up, changing my technique, switching places to touch. Fast, long strokes along his shaft and feeling his balls. I want to taste him but I can't yet. It'll have to wait.
"Mmmm. A little more." He mumbles into my neck, his teeth tugging at my skin.

"Your legs... were all I needed. All that... set me off." He growls.
I quicken my strokes and he moans more frequent. I feel his balls start to tighten and he's going to finish in my hands. He presses me to the wall with his full weight, and I feel his come spill out.

His breathing steadies and adjusts himself and lets me down. I kiss him hard.
"You're a little messy there." He chuckles, bringing a piece of my hair out of my eyes.
"I am. Can I use the toilet, Professor?"
Rolf shakes his head and laughs before kissing me on the forehead.