Teach Me Dirty (22 page)

“No!” she said. “No! That’s not it! I’m not regretting anything. I love being here. I love you.” She bit her lip at her outburst, but I couldn’t help feel the warmth in my stomach.

Love.

Was this love?

“What is it, Helen?”

She cleared a space on the dining table and sat with her breakfast, and I handed her cutlery without any more prompting. I sat in silence, giving her time, and she’d only eaten a couple of mushrooms before she dropped her fork and her lip was trembling a little.

“Last night, you said I could tell you anything, and I want to. I mean, I need to… because I’ve done something… and I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t help it… and you’ll be angry, and I don’t want you to be angry, because I love being here, and I love being with you, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my whole life and I don’t want to ruin it all, but I probably already have, and I’m sad, and…”

I looked right at her. “What have you done, Helen?”

She took a breath. “You’re going to be so mad…”

“I don’t anger all that easily, why don’t you just try me?”

She covered her face with her hands. “I was going on Facebook, I promise, and I was about to log in, and then there was this directory, but I wasn’t even looking for it, I shouldn’t have even noticed, but I did…”

And I knew. Her eyes were closed so she didn’t see me smile.

“…I didn’t mean to be nosey. I’m not that kind of person. I’m really not, I promise… but it’s because… I don’t even know why… I don’t know why I looked… I shouldn’t have looked. I feel horrible…”

“You saw my pictures? Of me and Anna?”

She nodded, and dropped her hands. “And there was a video, too. I only watched one… I swear. I’m so sorry, Mr Roberts.”

“Mark,” I said. “It’s Mark.”

“Please don’t hate me…”

“Which video?”

Her face darkened to beetroot and I had to stifle a laugh. “The… the, um… there was wax…”

“There often was.”

Her eyes widened, and I loved that. I loved how expressive she was. “Often?”

“Yes, often.” I pushed my plate aside. “Does that bother you?”

“Bother me?”

“Did the video disturb you, Helen?” I cleared my throat. “Because that was a long time ago, and people are all individuals. Just because someone enjoys sex a certain way with one person, doesn’t mean it has to be that way for all of their relationships.” I met her eyes. “You don’t need to be concerned by anything you saw on those videos, Helen. We’ll go at your pace, and you’ll never be asked to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, I promise.”

“But I’m not… I’m not worried.”

“You’re not? That’s good.”

“I thought you’d be angry… I thought you’d hate me…”

I smiled. “For clicking on a directory that almost anyone in your position would click on? I’ve been a teacher a long time, Helen. I’d have had a nervous breakdown by now if I was horrified by such innocent misdemeanours.”

“You’re not mad?”

“I knew it was there. I knew full well you might look.”

“I shouldn’t have.” She was relaxing, I could see it, her shoulders easing and lowering, her breath calming.

“The question is, did you like it?”

“Sorry?” She fiddled with a sausage and wouldn’t look at me and it tickled me inside.

And excited me.

It made me hard.

“Did you play with yourself when you watched that video, Helen?”

The bloom of her cheeks was wonderful.

“I, um…” she shifted in her chair. And I knew. I knew beyond all doubt.

“Helen, did you play with your pussy as you watched?”

She nodded. “Yes. Yes, I played with myself.”

“And did you want it?” I palmed my cock under the table where she couldn’t see. “It doesn’t have to be, Helen, we can do whatever you want to do. You don’t need to please me that way.”

“But I’m not,” she whispered. “I’m not pleasing you… I… I’m just…” I waited for her to gather her thoughts. “I’m not like other girls,” she said, and I remembered the last time she’d said it, and that rush of desire came back with such intensity I nearly came in my pants. “I’m… I’m dirty…”

“And you’re young, Helen. Young and fresh with plenty of time to explore the things you want.”

“I don’t want time… I’ve had plenty of time… I know exactly what I want…”

“And what’s that?” My voice was gravelly and strained. “What is it you want, Helen? What do you want from me?”

Her eyes were wide, and glassy and her breaths was shallow. “I want you to teach me, Mr Roberts... I want you to teach me
dirty
.”

***

Helen

“I want to know everything… everything you know… I want to try everything you’ve tried… I want you to teach me the things you like, the things that you paint… the things that
I
paint…”

His eyes were so fierce on mine but they weren’t angry. “Did you enjoy my art room, Helen?”

I nodded. “I loved your art room.” The image of Anna on the workbench flashed behind my eyes.

He looked at my plate. “Are you not hungry?”

I wasn’t hungry. My heart was racing and my tummy was tickling, and I had that lovely fluttery pulse between my legs. All I wanted was him. “Not right now. Sorry, I will be…”

“I’m not hungry right now, either.” He got to his feet and offered me his hand. “Come.”

I put my hand in his and my fingers seemed so small. He led me through to his art room and I was too embarrassed to watch as he cleared the top of the workbench.

“If it makes you uncomfortable being in the same space as Anna was, we can move, but the truth is, Helen, that Anna was my wife, and this was our home, and I had sex with her in pretty much every possible location throughout this place. But that was a long time ago now. And you are a different woman, and this is an entirely new relationship, one that Anna has no bearing on as far as I’m concerned.” He patted the workbench and my stomach flipped. “It’s your choice, Helen, but I’d be very happy if you would sit up here for me.”

I pushed myself up onto the bench, and my legs dangled and the socks on my feet felt so silly. “I don’t mind… being here, I mean…”

“Thank you.” He ran his fingers down my chest through the fabric of his shirt. “I love the way you look in this.” He pinched my nipples and I sucked in my breath. “I love the way I can see you through the shirt.” He kissed my jaw, and his lips were warm, and his hands slipped up my thighs. “You have such sweet breasts, Helen. I don’t think you know how beautiful they are. You’re more than I can resist.”

“Please touch me…” I whispered. “I want to know you… I want you to show me…”

He unbuttoned me but his eyes were on mine. “Have you ever been tied up?”

The memory of Lizzie came back to me and it didn’t feel nice. I didn’t want to think about it but didn’t want to lie. I nodded and he seemed surprised.

“Lizzie,” I explained. “I was drunk and she… she got carried away, messing about.”

“Messing about?”

“Sometimes, when Lizzie gets drunk, she, um… she gets silly… touches me.”

“Touches you where?”

My mouth dried up. “She touches… she touches my tits sometimes. I mean, she’s Lizzie, she’s a bit wild.”

“She tied you up?”

I nodded.

“How?”

“With my school tie, my wrists, to the headboard.”

“I see. And then what?”

I felt the heat of my cheeks. “She, um… she rubbed me. Rubbed herself… on me… she…”

“Elizabeth tied you up and dry-humped your pussy?”

“Something like that…”

“And did you come?”

I closed my eyes. “I didn’t want to…”

“But you did?”

I nodded. “I did.”

“Did you tell her to stop?”

I shrugged. “Yes… No… it was weird…”

“Not that weird, Helen, you either asked her to stop or you didn’t.”

“It’s complicated…”

“We’ll talk about this another time.” He kissed my lips and pushed his tongue inside, and it felt so nice. And then he slipped the shirt from my shoulders and dropped it on the floor. He pushed me backwards, until I was flat to the bench, and he left me there, walked out of sight. “Give me your wrists.”

He was behind me and I tipped my head to see him as I reached out my hands. He placed my wrists together and bound them with rope, tight enough to be secure but not tight enough to hurt. He pulled them up over my head until I was stretched, and I heard the clank of metal as he tied the rope to something.

“Are you going to put wax on me?”

“Do you want me to put wax on you?”

I nodded. “I’d like that. I’d like everything…”

“How does that feel? To be tied?”

I tried my wrists and they wouldn’t move, and I felt so exposed and vulnerable. “Nice…”

“How about this?” He lifted my legs and spread them, and forced my knees back against the bench, and my body moved for him. I didn’t even know I could move in the way he moved me. My pussy was spread, I could clench it and when I relaxed it made a soft little wet noise and I could have died of embarrassment. “Do that again,” he said, and so I did, and then he ran his thumb along where I was wet and pushed it inside me. “You have a beautiful little pussy, Helen.”

All I could think about was the C word. The way he’d said it. How dirty it sounded. I rocked as his thumb fucked me. “Please… please don’t be gentle… I don’t want to be a little girl anymore…”

“Don’t wish to be something you’re not, Helen. You’re perfect the way you are.” He wet his fingers and touched them to my clit and moved them in just the right way, and I wriggled. “You’ll relax when you come for me, and your pussy will let me in so beautifully.”

My tummy fluttered at his words.

“And then I’m going to fuck you, and it won’t be gentle, not unless you ask me to stop.”

“I won’t…” I breathed. “I won’t ask you to stop. I’ll never ask you to stop.”

He squeezed my breasts, and tweaked my nipples, pinched them and rolled them until they were hard and tender. “Beautiful. My beautiful girl.”

And I wanted to be. I wanted to be his beautiful girl.

“Do you have toys at home, Helen? Vibrators or dildos or anything like that?”

I shook my head and felt so pathetic. “I had a vibrator once… but it broke… and my sister sleeps in the room next door and I…”

“We’ll take a trip, somewhere far enough away that nobody will know us, and you can choose.”

“We will?” The thought made me all warm inside. “What about online?”

“I want to watch you choose them. I want to walk in the street with you and hold your hand and kiss you like you’re mine.”

My breath caught. “You do?”

He smiled, and pushed two fingers inside me and I gasped. “Yes, Helen, I do.”

“I am yours…” I whispered. “I’ve been yours since the day I met you.”

“Tell me what feels good. I need to learn the subtleties of Helen Palmer’s delightful pussy and you’re currently the only one qualified.”

I smiled at the ceiling. “I never imagined I’d be teaching you anything.”

“A wise man is always learning, Helen, don’t ever forget that. There is plenty you’ll be teaching me.” He pressed on my clit and it sent sparks through my tummy.

“Yes… like that…” I hissed. “Oh God, just like that…” He did it again and I squirmed.

“Like this?”

He circled me and it was crazy good, so good that I couldn’t keep still. I nodded. “Please…”

“Faster?” He sped up just a little and it made me moan, and I always thought it was fake on those videos, and it probably is, but with him I couldn’t keep still or quiet, and my thighs were tensing and my toes were curled in stupid socks.

“That’ll make me come… if you keep… if you keep doing that…”

“I hope so.”

His thumb worked crazy magic on my clit, and he fucked me so slowly with those two wet fingers, and I didn’t know how to move anymore, I was just a mess of juddery legs and squelching, and if I’d have been able to care I’d have been embarrassed, but I was too excited to be embarrassed.

“Oh God, Mr Roberts…”

“Mark.” he said. “Say it.”

And it felt so weird, and naughty… it felt naughty to call him by his first name. “Mark,” I said. “Oh God, Mark… that’s nice… that’s so nice…”

“That’s my good girl.” He was staring at me, watching my pleasure, watching my ragged breaths and the way I wanted him and the way he was making me squirm, and I loved it. I loved his eyes on me. “Take your time, Helen. Don’t rush this.”

I didn’t need to take my time, I was getting that urgent feeling, that tension in me, like I needed something, like something was going to happen, and I couldn’t stop it, and I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to stop it.

“Mark, please… don’t stop… don’t stop…”