Hot For Teacher(141)
“We all knew what sex was before we reached the age of nine. We knew how babies were made, and we all knew that someday we were going to do it. We may not have properly understood the act of sex, but you can bet your ass by the time we reached high school, we’d figured it out. It’s instinctual. Our very existence is based on reproducing—to create little humans so that they can create more little humans, and so on. You can’t convince me that the way our species continues to flourish is wrong.”
Arleen smirks, and I continue. “Condom or not, it’s going to happen. You can’t be naïve to the situation.” I look at the clock and realize my five minutes are almost up. “In conclusion, what I’m telling you is this: We knew about sex long before you wanted us to. Some of us chose to wait. Some of us chose to share it with the person they thought they were in love with.” I hesitate and clear my throat. “And some of us chose to be douchebags.”
I look down and state my final case firmly: “Making contraception available to us is the only responsible thing to do. Whether you like it or not.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
I wish I could say I went back to the hotel room that night with a big fat trophy in my hand. Seems the judges weren’t so impressed with my stories of promiscuity and distasteful language choices.
I still say I was a bit cheated.
But it doesn’t matter because Arleen isn’t upset with me, Miss Shields isn’t on my mind every second of the day, and I actually have a new goal: college.
“I’m exhausted,” Arleen sighs, plopping down on the bed and covering herself with the comforter.
“Me too. And even though I lost the debate,” I say with an exaggerated roll of my eyes and a chuckle, “I’m glad I’m here with you.”
She smiles. “Well, it’s back to reality tomorrow. We have a nine-hour bus ride home, and it’s back to school on Monday.”
“Then I suggest,” I slide in next to her and crawl under the covers, “that we turn off the lights and pretend we’re back at the ruins.”
My kiss starts at her neck as I nibble my way up to her ear.
“It’s about damn time,” she mumbles.
“What?”
She laughs. “Well, you were in this bed with me all last night and you didn’t touch me once!” She playfully smacks my arm.
I snort. “Did you not listen to a word I said at the podium today?” I continue laughing as she wraps her arms around me.
“Yeah. I heard a few sentences. But I was more concerned with the fact that your fly was down.” She snickers.
“It wasn’t. Oh, God. Was it?”
She nods and tries to mask her smile. “Kind of discredited what you were trying to say altogether.”
“And here I thought I’d tanked the debate because I was losing my touch.”
“Oh no, Simon.” She looks down shyly. “Please don’t lose that.”
I see that familiar second-base signal as her hand wraps around mine and inches up her shirt.
No. I retreat my arms and inch away from her slowly. “Don’t, Arleen.”
Her head dips down and she starts tugging at her bottom lip. She’s frowning, and I feel another stab of guilt.
She feels rejected.
“Listen to me, Arleen. I get it. Believe me, I completely understand. Because I want to. So much. But you have to understand, I don’t want to take advantage of this—of you. I’ve waited my whole life to feel the way you make me feel, and I’m not about to jeopardize this.”
“I know,” she whispers. “I’m not ready, anyway.”
I nod and exhale deeply. “Good.”
“But can we make one more rule?”
I smirk and turn my head toward her. “Another rule?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. What’s the rule?”
“That we speak to each other at school, we continue to meet at the ruins, and you take me to Homecoming in three weeks.”
“Come on, Arleen! I was going to ask you anyway! Why do you have to make me look like even more of a dick?” I laugh.
“Well, isn’t this your first time? I’ll forgive you this once.” She pulls me back under the covers with her and giggles.
“My first time?” I stammer.
She bites her bottom lip and then gives me a small, lingering kiss. “Your first girlfriend?”
I kiss her again, but with much more intensity. I pull her closer to me, and her body warms underneath my touch. “Yes,” I say, taking a breath. “You’re my first.”
The End
Teach Me: Part 1
By
Elle Bright
History was for people who lived in the past.