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It’s been a few weeks now, since I kept seeing him in the school’s parking lot. At first, I hadn’t paid much attention to it, but then I noticed him, every day in that same spot, leaning against his car and smoking cigarettes. It seemed kind of strange to me, since I’ve never even seen him near the actual school, he didn’t seem like he had any kids to pick up. I decide to push that thought away. Maybe he’s just gotten used to it, picked that spot and settled with it.
Anyway, the day’s over and it’s finally Friday. While I look out of the classroom window, I notice that it’s raining, and I notice him, too. In his usual spot, he seems to not even care about the rain. I pick up my papers and folders, place them in my work bag and grab my raincoat. When I get out of the school gates, the rain instantly hits me. I run over to where I’ve left my bike, then I notice that my bag is still open. In a rush, I try to get it to close.
Before getting to my bike, I look over my shoulder and he’s not there anymore, other than his car. I grab my helmet, place it over my head and just as I am about to close the clasps, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and I see him, he’s holding one of my folders. His dirty blond hair is soaked with water. He’s wearing a white jacket, pair of black jeans and leather gloves. His expression is completely monotone.
“This fell out of your bag.” He hands the folder to me.
I grab it and look at him, I can hardly see, my glasses are foggy and there’s drops of rain on them. “Thank you, I wouldn’t have wanted to find this next week soaked in water and dirt.” I sigh and smile at him gratefully. I see his mouth turning upwards into a smile. I look down to my bag again, open it to put the wet folder inside. I’ll dry it once I get home, I think. Over the sound of the rain, I hear him speaking, “Want me to give you a ride home?”
I close my bag to look up at him again. “Oh, but I have my bike. Thank you–“ He cuts me off, “You can put it in the trunk. Better than riding through the rain like this.” I stay quiet before sighing once again and decide that I shouldn’t complain. “Okay.” I smile again and grab my bike to follow him back to his car. Once we get there, he opens the trunk and picks up my bike, placing it inside. He gets in the car and I follow, sitting in the passenger seat.
It’s very nice inside, and I don’t get immediately hit by any strong, too-extra car freshener smell. Instead, I feel a refreshing, earthy smell. I close the car door and he stars up the engine. I must look extremely awkward with my raincoat and helmet on. “Where to? He asks. “Uh, just– I’ll tell you as we go.” He nods and drives out of the parking lot. I take off my helmet and place it on my lap. Then my glasses, I wipe them down with my shirt and put them on.
During the drive, we don’t say any words to each other, other than me telling him the directions to my house. Once we get there, I notice that the rain has grown significantly stronger, and it’s windier, too. He parks his car in front of the house, and I turn to him as I grab the door’s handle. “Thank you so much again.” I take a moment to think before I speak again, “Um, do you live far from here?” He looks at me, his face still seemingly expressionless. “Pretty far.” I clear my throat, “Would you want to stay at my place for a bit, until the rain stops, I mean– it wouldn’t be the best to drive in such weather.” The corner of his mouth perks up again, “Sure.”
I nod at him and I open the car door. “I’ll take these.” Before I can say anything, he grabs my bag and helmet from my hands and gets out of the car. Wordlessly, I get out too and walk over to the house door. My clothes have dried a bit, from the time I’ve sat inside the car, so I don’t want them to get any wetter than before. I rush my hand inside my pocket to grab my key. He’s close behind me now. I take out the key and open the door, gesturing for him to get inside first. He does and I enter after him.
I turn to face him and I grab my stuff from his hands, placing them on the cabinet next to the door. I hand my hand out to him, “I’m Grace.” He removes one of his gloves and hands out his hand to me too, nodding again and smiling. He doesn’t bother to introduce himself. We shake hands and I don’t say anything about the fact that he hasn’t told me his name. I turn around and walk over to the living room, he follows.
“You can sit here.” I gesture to the couch.
He sits without a word and I walk into the kitchen, which is right next to the living room. “Do you want anything to drink?” I ask over my shoulder. “Water is fine.” I grab a glass and I pour him water from the fridge. I turn around and walk over to him. I hand him the glass, “It’s cold water, hope it’s alright.” He nods and takes the glass from my hand. He has his glove on again.
He drinks all of the water in one sip and places the glass on the table next to the couch. “So, you’re a teacher?” It’s more like a statement rather than a question. “Yes. Science teacher.” His response is only a hum. I lean down to pick up the glass from the table, and I walk into the kitchen once again. I place the glass in the sink and before I can turn around, I feel a pair of hands on my waist. He turns me so I can face him. He’s pressed against me, and my face reddens as I feel the warmth of his skin through his clothes. “What are you–“ I get cut off by his lips pressed on mine.
I should be freaking out now, I should push him away and tell him to get the fuck out of my house because who is he? And why is he doing this? But I don’t. It feels too good. It’s been way too long since I’ve last kissed someone. He’s being rough, his hands tighten around my waist as he pushes his tongue inside my mouth. My hands end up on the nape of his neck, and I grip onto his hair. He places one of his legs in between mine, and I grind down onto him. I moan against his mouth.
He pulls back and we both breathe out harshly. My lips are slick with spit and so are his. I rest my hands on the counter behind me. “Fuck.” Is all he says before he grabs one of my hands and drags me over to the couch. He pushes me down on it and gets on top of me. One of his gloved hands comes up to my mouth, parting my lips. “Open.” I slowly open my mouth and he pushes one of his fingers inside. He grasps at the side of my mouth and adds one more finger. I let out warm breaths. As I drool against the leather, he rubs around the inside of my mouth and teeth.
Both of his fingers push into my throat. I gag around them and he chuckles. He takes out his spit soaked gloved fingers. His hands are on my waist again as he pulls me into another kiss. One of his hands comes down to my ass and squeezes. “Mmh—“ I whimper as he pulls away. My dick is throbbing with want. As if he read my thoughts, he undoes my pants and grabs my dick out. He starts to slowly move his hand up and down. The leather feels like it’s burning on my skin, it’s so slick with my own spit. While he jerks me off, he leans down to nip and suck on my neck. “Oh, fuck–“ I tremble and moan under him.
“Please–“ I don’t know what I am even asking for. I thrust into his hand as he licks and kisses at my neck. Then, he lets go of my dick and I whimper once again at the loss of contact. He lets go off me and gets up from the couch, only to sit down next to it, on his knees. “Come on.” Oh. I shift into a sitting position as I push my glasses to prevent them from falling off. He places himself between my legs and spreads them open.
He takes my dick out again and places his mouth on it. He lowers his head onto it and starts sucking me. My hand finds its way into his hair and I grip on it. “Please, like that– so good.” My thighs tremble as he takes me all into his mouth. He pulls away just to start jerking me off with his hand again. Before I can say anything, I hear him speak, “I’ve been watching you, you know. All these weeks.” My heart slows down in my chest. He’s a stalker. He’s my stalker. It should scare me, but instead my cock jumps at the thought.
“Y-you have?”
“Mhm. Even jerked off inside my car, watching you through the school’s windows.”
Oh, fuck.
His mouth is on me again. I look down and notice that his dick is out too, he’s jerking himself off right now and I haven’t even noticed. “Fuck– r-really?” He hums around my cock in response. I grip the edge of my couch with my other hand. “I- I have to cum– n-now.” His mouth pulls off my dick and he’s stroking me again. “Do it, Grace. So pretty.” I whimper at the praise and I cum with his hand wrapped around me. I let go of his hair and I sigh, leaning back into the couch.
I look down at him and he closes his eyes shut as he comes with a groan.
Who knew a stalker could be this beneficial?