All Chapters of One Night. One Sin.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I trotted over to the kitchen and started the dishwasher. There were only two plates and a fork in it. I didn't care. Bye bye, hot water. Within two minutes, I heard the shower shut off. I immediately stopped the machine, not wanting Autumn to know what I was up to. I waited, arms folded over my chest. I'm not sure what her next move was, but I was feeling a little smug for that minute. Small victories. And yet, my confidence started to slip rather quickly once the bathroom door opened. Steam poured out, and she stood in the arch, leaning one arm up against the frame. She was just wearing my towel, tucked in around her chest. "I feel much better now," she announced. "Get dressed," I called back point-blank. "Well I gotta dry off first, you know." I was still standing in the kitchen, and was a ways away from the door she was in. Hold onto your anger. She's fucking with you. She can end you right now. Don't look at her legs, or the water dripping down to the knot in the towel,

"So it was kinda weird in your classroom today." "Why's that?" "I don't know... Just that she was your student... What's her name?" "Uh- Autumn." "Well, the fact that she was in my place alone with you, and you were half naked..." My heart started to sink. "It's no big deal." "It's just... you know, sort of inappropriate." "It was nothing; you're thinking about it too much," I tried to brush it off. "Does she come to you for extra help a lot?" "No." "Do you ever wear that hat to class?" God, just drop it! "Huh?" "Your baseball cap that you always wear." "No... why would I?" "Well I was thinking, maybe she saw you in it and was trying to imitate it or something." I continued to play dumb. "What are you talking about?" "Come on, the hat looked exactly the same. I've seen you in it a hundred times." "What exactly are you trying to say?" "I don't know," she mumbled, returning her attention to the meal she was preparing. I narrowed my eyes, trying my h

Okay, so time to fast-forward a bit. She flew out to her first destination that night, and for the next week, our communications were stripped down to an occasional text message. She was without internet and without much privacy. It was the most uneventful week I'd had since all this started. I did manage to catch up on all my work and clean my place though. I'm sure you care, and I appreciate your concern. Whether my head was cleaned out though? Well, let's not get carried away. My thoughts still drifted to her often. I found myself imagining, more and more, what it would be like once she actually graduated. It still wouldn't be proper if we were in an actual relationship. Publicly I mean. At least not right away. And then I'd shake my head incredulously. This is absurd. It didn't make me look forward to her return the following week any less. She texted me, letting me know she had arrived at the airport and would be online in a couple hours. Of course I was there waiting for her

I drove around for about twenty more minutes, thinking I might be able to recognize something and find my way. But it was hopeless. I had nothing to say to her. I was getting increasingly furious that she was playing me like this, but what could I do? Just kick her out of the car? "You know..." she broke the silence. "Hm," I muttered. "I'm gonna have to um... go to the bathroom soon." "Lotsa bushes around here," I retorted. "You wouldn't!" she came to life. "Oh? You seemed to know me so well a little while ago." She sighed loudly. "God! Why are we doing this? It's the middle of the night! After everything you're... you're still playing this game with me!" I snapped back, "It's not a game, Autumn! It's life. My fucking life!" "It's mine too! This is fucking stupid!" "I don't know what you want from me!" I growled. "I'm still your—" "Teacher! Yeah! I fucking get it! That doesn't change it!" I blinked in confusion. "Change what?" "Change... change that I..." she

I'm not sure which one of us led the other to my bedroom. All I know is she was on my mattress, propped up on her knees, wearing only her frilly thong. She was shaking the can of whip cream, admonishing me, "Looks like you're overdressed again." I would have stripped down faster, but my eyes were glued to her. She was looking down at her body, choosing places to squirt the can. She sprayed lines up along her thighs. Tried to make a heart on her flat tummy. Created little mounds over her nipples. Finished off with a stream on the insides of each of her forearms. I was down to my boxers, silently debating whether to fully strip yet or not. She smirked at the obvious tent, and unhurriedly sighed, "Oh don't be shy." And then she languidly leaned back, all the way back, until her head reached the pillows. Her knees were still bent, tucking her legs backward, and it caused her to arch her back to keep the position. Holy fuck. It dawned on me at that moment, I had never seen a female i