Kiss me slowly...

Emmelia or Emma has always been the good girl. A+ student, plays the cello, never does anything wrong, but then one day a new teacher comes into the class and Emma's life changes, maybe forever.


2. Was is love?

My whole body was shivering, as he leaned in closer. It just felt so wrong. He was my teacher. He was older. It was ILLEGAL. But still, I didn't want anything else, then to feel his lips on mine. He was now so close that I could feel his breath on my skin. Suddenly I felt my hand slowly running through his hair and down his cheek. His hair was so soft and his skin so smooth. My fingers touched his lips. I couldn't take it anymore and I went for it. I kissed him softly on the lips, and he kissed me back. Our lips were locked. I felt his hands on my waist and mine going through his hair. His tongue touch mine and my body were burning with excitement. He pulled away and looked me in the eye. His eyes were brown and deep. "Was it okay?" Was it okay? Did he just ask if it was okay? It was more than okay! Instead of answering, I pulled him closer to me and kissed him intensely. His hands were all over my body and it felt so right. I knew that it was wrong, but I didn't care. I wanted him and he wanted me. So what that he was in his 30's and I was 17. None of that mattered in this second. My hand moved down his stomach and over his six-pack. His stomach was so toned, it was crazy.

So there we were. Laying on the floor in the middle of the music room. I laid in his arms and he stroked my hair. We didn't care that in 10 minutes the janitor would come and look all the rooms. It was like we were the only people in the world. Just him and me. "Jake?" "Yeah?" He looked at me. "How old are you?" He smiled. "I'm 33" I sat up on the floor and looked at him with a concerned look. "Is this wrong? Should we just stop? I mean, you're my teacher." He sat up too. He smiled at me and took my hands. Then he looked me in the eye and said, "Emma, I don't care that you're my student. This isn't wrong. I have never kissed someone, where it felt that right." "Really?" "Absolutely." As I hold his hand, I felt something cold, like metal. I looked at his hand and saw a ring. I jumped up from the floor and shouted, "YOU'RE MARRIED?!!" He quickly got up. "NO! Well yes, I mean yeah I'm. I'm. I'm married..." It felt like I had been shot right in my chest. I slowly took my hand over my heart, but I wasn't bleeding or anything. Only physical. "I can't believe this! You didn't think to mention the fact that you're married?!" I was so angry and hurt. "Emma please just listen." He reached out for my hand, but I was too angry. "No! Don't touch me. Don't you ever touch me again!" I stormed out. As I ran down the hallway, I passed the janitor. He looked at me like a was some sort of weirdo, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get far away. Far away from everything and everyone. Especially someone. Him. Jake. I got out to my car, and as soon as I closed the door, the tears started running down my cheeks. I was angry, hurt, humiliated and most of all in regret. I saw the door into the school go up and Jake coming out to the parking lot. Shit! I struggled to find my keys in my bag, but of course, I couldn't find them right this second. Jake saw me and ran towards me. I quickly locked the car door and looked the other way. "Emma, come on! Just listen to me?! Emma!" I found my keys and started the car. "EMMA!" I drew away while seeing him in the rearview mirror. Standing in the parking lot, yelling my name. We had just met, but for some reason, it affected us both so, so much. Was it love?

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