With the internet radio blasting as high as I could get it without bringing too much attention to myself, I simply sat in my class room, overlooking the stacks of papers that I had to grade. In one hand was my travel mug of coffee, with a fresh batch being roasted and poured in the coffee pot not far behind me. In my other hand was a piece of extra credit work that one of my students had done. I was halfway through the piece of work before I realized I had not read a single thing and sighed. Placing the paper back on my desk, letting it disappear in one of the multiple stacks I had awaiting my dreaded red pen. I brought the coffee up to my lips and took a deep swallow.

After a few more of those deep swallows, I find the mug empty and turn my chair with a sigh. I debate over whether or not to get up and walk the seven feet to the coffee maker, or slide the chair over to the machine. Realizing that it would take too much effort to slide the chair, I stand with a groan and walk over. My back cracks from the sitting position I had been in for the last hour, and my old bones creak.

"Good lord, I'm getting fucking old," I mumble to myself as I pick up the coffee pot and begin to pour the warm delicious caffeine into my mug.

However, my coffee pouring is interrupted by a pair of voices.

"There's the basketball gym I used to play in."

"Me too, before they kicked me off the team..."

My bored expression leaves, and my face wears a very large grin. Who could ever forget those two voices? Glancing out the blinds of the windows, I make sure I'm hearing things right, and just barely catch a very tall figure with black hair that sticks up in awkward angles. I laugh to myself and, finding a way to procrastinate from the paper grading that I should really be doing, left my class room to walk outside. Even for the middle of winter it was very warm.

The group of camera men and heavily tattooed men had stopped for a moment in the middle of the B-block walk path. I take another drink of my fresh coffee before walking up behind them and making my presence known.

"What are you boys doing here? It's winter break," I say, trying to put on my best, stern teacher's voice but when I'm suddenly lifted from the ground and into a pair of strong arms, I can't help but laugh and hold my coffee out so not to spill it everywhere.

"Miss Monroe!" the tall was yells happily, hugging my waist tight between his arms.

"Hello, Jimmy. Long time no see," I say, still laughing, before I'm finally put down. I'm instantly pulled into another pair of arms, but these are much stronger, and he's not quite as tall.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite math teacher," the voice chuckles into my ear, and I happily give the hug back.

"And if it isn't my worst student," I joke back, before pulling away and flashing him a smile. He matches me, tooth for tooth, but his dimples are still as prominent as ever. "Hello, Matthew, how are you?"

"I'm great, Miss Monroe. I'm surprised you're here. They told us that no one was going to be on campus during the holidays."

I wave my hand, as if pushing the words away, and chuckle to myself. "True, but when you're a single thirty-one year old teacher who has nothing waiting for her at home but two goldfish with a better love life than her, the school seems like the most reasonable place to be. I'm just grading some papers."

"What? Thirty-one? Can't be. You gotta be, at the most, twenty-four with a body like that," I hear a smooth voice and look over at the tan-skinned, dark haired boy.

"You flatter me, kid, but don't push it."

There's a round of laughter from the others before I laugh along with them and stick out my hand in his direction. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I'm Melanie Monroe. And you are?"

He sheepishly takes my hand and shakes it. His calloused fingers against my palm tell me he's a guitarist, almost instantly.

"Brian Haner, but those fuckwads call me Syn."

I shake his hand and laugh at his comment on my past students. "Brian Haner," I say, tapping my chin as I think over where I've heard the name. "You wouldn't happen to be related to the Brian Haner that's the comedian, would you?"

He smirks slightly and nods. "Yeah, that's my dad."

I laugh and nod, dropping my hand back to my mug of coffee. "He's a very funny man. I enjoy watching his specials."

"Nice shirt, Miss M," a very familiar voice says from behind me, and I can already feel my body starting to heat up. Turning, I can't help the nervous smile that crosses my face. Shifting from foot to foot, I nod in his direction.

"Thank you, Zachary. It's great to see you too." I then realize that he commented on my shirt and look down to figure out why he's smirking at me like he is. Always had a way with getting me flustered, I can't help but thinking as I look down at the shirt. It's a simple cotton black tee with white letting and a white skull with bat wings. I look up at him. "It's actually not my shirt. My niece is staying over, and since I was too lazy to do laundry last weekend, I just grabbed one of hers that was laying around and pulled it on before coming to grade."

He nods and chuckles, putting his hands deep in his jeans pockets. My eyes glance down and I can't help but smirk to myself. Even after all these years, while wearing sweat pants and a tee, I can get him riled up like a teenager.

"She's got good tastes in music," I hear Matt say, and force my eyes off the dark haired boy that I remember very well.

"I suppose so. I haven't listened to them before, so I can't really judge." I shrug my shoulders and take another sip of my coffee.

Jimmy goes into a fit of laughter, and I can't help but laugh at his expression. "That's our band, Miss M!"

I look from Jimmy, back down to the shirt before back up with a tilted hand and my lips slightly parted as I nod, processing the information. "Oh," I simply say at first, before I realize what I've just been told. "Oh! Oh my god, that's awesome! I'm so proud of you for getting the band started! Oh, this is wonderful news. My niece is going to kill me if I don't get an autograph, then. You guys are all she's been talking about, lately."

"We'd love to meet her," Matt offers and I shake my head.

"No, no, that's asking too much. I'm afraid she'll attack you if she ever meets you." The group of men laugh at my words and share a look.

"Don't worry, Miss M," Zack says, stepping up behind me and wrapping an arm loosely around my shoulders. "We've had a lot worse happen to us over the years."

My face heats up slightly at the feel of his arm on my shoulders. I step away and try to find another topic.

"What are you boys doing here if you're such big, fancy rock stars? Shouldn't you be on a stage 'melting people's faces'?" I say, a joking tone taking over my words. There's another group of laughter, and the group of camera men chime in with their own laughs.

"We're actually making a DVD to go along with our next album," Matt says, using his hands as he talks. I remember when he would always do that in my class while trying to get around trying to answer a question.

"Oh wow, you guys must be really getting up there. I'm surprised I haven't heard you on the radio yet, or not," I say before, with nothing but sarcasm and a joking tone, speak again. "Then again, I'm a high school math teacher. My life is full of nothing but ruining teenager's lives and finding some way to make them fail. I have no time for the outside world."

Jimmy, being the same old Jimmy I remember from just barely nine or so years ago, laughs loudly and pulls me back into a hug. I laugh with him, and give him a hug back to the best of my ability.

"You should come out for drinks with us," one of them says, and I look for the voice that spoke. He's shorter than them all, shorter than me even, with blonde and black patched hair.

"Are you asking my teacher out on a date, short shit?" Jimmy says, hugging him closer to me. I roll my eyes but continue to grin.

"Sure, why not? Like I said, all I got at home are two goldfish and my niece is staying over at a friend's right now."

The shorter man holds out his hand for me, and I shake it the best I can while Jimmy continues to hug me. "Johnny," he says, introducing himself to me. I smile and nod.

"Melanie Monroe. It's a pleasure." My hand is ripped from Johnny's and Jimmy carries me away, farther from my class room and toward the parking lot where I see a small pack of SUVs and cars.

"Jimmy Sullivan, where are you taking me, you silly boy!" I try to say sternly, but I'm laughing from the amusing situation and the feel of his fingers tickling my sides. Who'd a think I would be carried around by my past student, who's a famous rock star?

"You're coming with us. Your class was the only one I actually tried in all through high school because you were hot as fuck, and still hot as fuck, and I need a pretty lady on my arm while we do all the shooting for today."

I'm caught in another fit of laughter, and none of the men go to stop Jimmy. Finally, once to the van, I'm set down and have to quickly pull my shirt down from where it rode up my side.

"That's some nice ink you got there, Miss M," Zacky says, and I can feel those bright green eyes trying to undress me to see the rest of the tattoo piece I have running up my entire left side. My face flushes, and I laugh nervously.

"Yeah. The school board wasn't very happy when I came in for pre-planning two years ago with it. But because of my contract, they can't fire me unless I do something extremelyhorrible."

I see his eyes flash and his smirk is of amusement. "Like have an affair with a student?"

I choke on the air I breathe, and I'm given a funny look by Matt and Jimmy. The others stand in the back, carrying on their on conversation or barely listening in onto ours.

"Yeah, Zack," I wheeze out, trying to catch my barrings. I took a large swallow of my coffee and wish for a bottle of vodka instead. "Something like that." Before any more comments can be made, and I faint from the rush of memories and warmth that fills my body, I speak up again. "Well, I really need to get back to my papers. We'll definitely have to catch up sometime. I really want to know what you guys have been doing since you left the school."

"But Miss M," I hear Jimmy whine, and his arms wrap around me in a crushing hug. I give one last laugh and am able to pull myself away.

"Ah-uh, Mr. Sullivan. None of that. Whine only gets you cheese and crackers." He grins and laughs at my old saying before putting his hands in his jacket pockets, restraining them from taking me with them. "How about tonight? Are you guys free tonight?" I ask, and get a nod from Matt. "Alright, well, just pick a place and I'll be there at eight. How's that sound?"

"You know where Johnny's Saloon is?" Matt asks, his hands also in his jacket pockets. I just then feel the cold breeze that slips by. I nod, and wrap my arms around myself, rubbing at the clean and inked skin with my hands.

"Yeah, it's right over there on Beach and Slater, right?"

"Yeah, that's the place," Matt says with a grin. I give my past students a hug, the one from Zack is just a bit longer than necessary, but I've missed the smell of his skin and the feel of his hands on my body. I allow the hug to hold out a few extra seconds.

"Missed you," I hear him say into my hair, and my body relaxes against his. I've missed you too, Zacky...

I pull away from the hug, but by the way his hands grip the back of my shirt just a little tighter, I knew tonight will be another night to add to my list of deathbed confessions.

"I'll see you guys at eight, okay?" I say, and once getting a voice of approval from Jimmy, I give a goodbye and trek back to my class room.

What have I done? [ ---- ]
I arrive to the bar agreed on just a few minutes past eight, and find Jimmy and the one nicknamed "Syn" standing outside the doors. I take a deep breath and pull at the bottom of my dress, just to make sure my garter belt isn't being flashed to the world. God damn, it's been forever since I've felt this way about meeting someone at a bar. Once I'm close enough to the boys, I hear a low whistle from under their breath as they drink in the sight of me. I blush, wrapping my arms around my shoulders. My fingers run along the risen skin of my tattooed shoulder.

"Damn, Miss M, you still got it going on," Jimmy compliments, and my blush grows hotter.

"Please, Jimmy, it's just Melanie."

"I don't know. I kind of like the whole teacher-student thing," Brian comments, sending me a wink before taking a drag of his cigarette. I laugh and shake my head, both from his words and from the thoughts of the past that fill my head.

Hot, sweaty bodies moving to the groove and beat of sex and heart beats.

Skin creates a delicious friction as they meet together in the most intimate of ways.

"Oh, fuck, Zack," I moan, feeling him hit the most sensitive of nerves inside me, sending me over the edge with a simply thrust of his hips-

"So, how about those drinks, yeah?" I say quickly, needing my head to be filled with an alcohol-induced buzz instead of those memories.

"This way, ma'lady," Jimmy says, deepening his voice and bowing slightly as he opens the bar door for me. I laugh and pat at his shoulder before stepping into the dimly lit bar. There are neon lights and soft lighting from the lamps hanging down. The smell of beer is strong, but it welcomes me after my three-year period of being sober.

The rest of my past students, along with a group of others, were crowded around a large booth near the back. Bottles of beer and shot glasses filled to the brim of amber whiskey were passed around and drunken from. Jimmy wraps an arm around my shoulders and leads me over to the table, where I'm greeted with a hug from Matt.

"You remember Val, right?" He asks, motioning over to the blonde that is sitting and talking to the one, if I remember correctly, named Johnny. The blonde looks up at the sound of her name and smiles, before I realize just who she was. I was much more used to the black hair she once had.

"Oh, Valary! How could I forget her? She was one of my best student that year." Val laughs, greets me, and we give each other a quick hug. I pull back and look for the twin. Her dark hair makes her stick out from her sister, but I can see the similar nose and eyes. "And Michelle! Oh my, you girls have definitely grown," I gush at my favorite pair of twin students. Both were very intelligent for their age and always seemed to find the challenge of my class fun. I pass a hug to Michelle before we split apart and I look at the rest of the group.

There are certain ones there that I'm unfamiliar with, so Jimmy takes it upon himself to introduce me to the group.

"Guys, Miss Monroe. The best fucking math teacher in the entire world. And she's hot as fuck." I laugh, and my blush comes spinning back across my cheeks.

"Jimmy! Stop saying that!" I push the taller man away from my side with a laugh, trying to calm down my blush.

"I don't know, Miss M, I got to agree with the Rev. You're pretty fucking hot." Zack's arm wraps tight around my waist, and I have no way to be released. His hand grips my hip, pulling me to his side tightly. His fingers just barely brush against the bottom hem of my dress, and I can feel the heat through my stockings.

"Please, just..." I take a deep breath, but make no move to free myself from Zack's hold. "Melanie. I'm no longer your teacher, and I'm having alcohol with you all. I think we got past all the respectful titles when Jimmy said I was 'hot as fuck'."

"Mel."

My breath catches in the back of my throat and I feel a familiar gush of hot liquid pool between my thighs. I was the only one that heard it. No one was paying attention to how close Zack and I are. No one is paying attention to the way my eyes dilated from the lust that fills my body to the brim. No one notices Zack's hand disappear under my dress and run across my inner thighs.

I shudder and reach forward to grab one of the shots off the table. I swallow all of the whiskey in one gulp, and while it burns my throat, it's what I needed. There's another put into my hand as I'm led away from the group and to the bar counter. A bottle of Jack Daniels is put in front of us, and I grab for it first, spinning the top off and taking a large gulp of the liquid fire.

"Whoa, Mel, take it easy with the JD," Zack jokes, his smooth voice making my bones melt under my skin. He takes the bottle from my lips and drinks his own few swallows before placing the bottle between us. I glance back at the group and my past students, but they haven't taken their eyes off of the alcohol on the table and are busy laughing at the antics of Jimmy. "How have you been?" He asks, his hand coming down to rest on my thinly covered knee.

I yank my leg out of his reach and lean in forward toward him to whisper harshly. "Cut the shit, Zacky. What we did when you were in high school was illegal, and if anyone found out about it I could go to jail for the rest of my life."

Those piercing green eyes that used to haunt my dreams soften, and I soon realize just what I've said. I sigh and pull back, clasping my hands in my lap. "Sorry. I've been on edge lately. Everything's irritating the fuck out of me and..." My cheeks flush. I take another deep swallow of the whiskey. I feel his hand on my leg again. My eyes fall from the bottle to his hand. It stands out against the dark silk stockings covering my legs. My eyes follow the fingers up to the wrist, and then up the colorfully inked arm of tattoos until my eyes meet the black of his shirt. His hand squeezes my leg, and I try my damnest not to moan from the touch.

"I've missed you, Mel," he tells me softly. I don't dare look at him.

"I've missed you too, Zack," I say back. My hand covers his. I've missed the feel of it against me. "But you're famous. You have a world-renown band. I'm sure there are plenty of girls out there who are much better than your old math teacher."

"But you were my first," he tells me, and presses his lips to my cheek. I feel the fullness of them on my skin, along with the cold metal of his lip rings. "So that's got to count for something."

I groan and cover my face with my free hand. I was so stupid back then.

"That was never meant to happen, Zacky. I had no idea you were seventeen back there. You looked at least twenty, and the way you-" I stop in mid sentence, blushing at the thought of that one night. "And then you show up in my room two weeks later. I thought I was going to have a heart attack right there in the front of the class. And I was so fucking stupid to keepallowing it to happen."

I rub at my temples. There's a growing pressure there, making a headache come on. His hand never leaves my knee, but his other comes up to pull my hand away from my face. I dare to look up at him, and my heart nearly breaks at the look he's giving me.

"I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning and went to the school," I mumble, and only he can hear it through the droning voices of the bar. "Then we would have never seen each other and we wouldn't have to go through this again."

"This?" he asks, and I nod.

"Yeah, this," I say, pointing between him and I. "We're going to have to say goodbye again, and while it's legal for us to conspire like we once did, the guilt is still there."

My heart literally breaks when his face falls, his eyes falling to my hand on his. Slowly, Zack pulls his hand away from mine, and my body feels cold. My whole body feels cold.

"Guilt," he simply says, and I grab back at his hand, holding it between mine.

"I didn't mean it that way, Zacky. I meant it like-"

"You got off from having sex with a minor and didn't want to get caught." The lack of emotion in his voice makes me wince. I've always known him to be one of those that showed emotion with the way he talked.

"Yes, but that's not the whole thing," I tell him, my fingers intertwining with his. He looks at me, but his green eyes are dull. "You had your whole life ahead of you. You were so set on starting the band with Matt. I didn't want you to get stuck with your old math teacher. I'm stuck in Huntington until I hit retirement age, which won't be until I'm at least sixty."

There's emotion back in his eyes now, but its like looking into a shallow pool of nothing. It's just barely there.

"You wormed your way into my heart, and you've always been there. Why do you think I haven't married yet?"

"The right guy hasn't come along?" He says jokingly, and I can't help but laugh. The tense moment is released with a wave of amusement.

"Right, because no one could ever weigh up to my wonderfully talented Zacky," I say softly, reaching up to brush my fingers through his hair, pushing some of the longer strands behind his ear.

"How talented was he?" he asked, his smooth voice flowing through my ears. I feel a shiver go up my spine.

"Very talented," I say lowly. My fingers smooth over each one of his. I can feel the callouses on them from guitar playing. "An exceptional guitar player," I continue, a small smirk overcoming my lips as I place his hand on my thigh, and his fingers voluntarily slip underneath the fabric of my dress. "Did well on his school work when he tried." Our eyes met, and while I knew I wasn't drunk enough to say it, I said it anyways. "And somehow knew just what made me scream," I whisper, my lips just barely a few centimeters from his ear. I feel the shudder that I cause his body and his hand slips just a little higher, his fingers touching my bare skin. My body fires up immediately.

It's been far too long since I've been touched by something other than my hand.

"One last time?" I ask, our eyes locking one last time. I see a flash in his bright green, and there's a smirk pulling at his lips.

"Yeah, Mel. One last time."

My lips are pressed to his just as the words leave his mouth. I can't help but ravel in the feel of them against mine once again. Nine years is a long time away from an amazing lover. I pull away, breathing heavily while the lust takes over my senses.

"Still remember where I live?" I mumble, my eyes glancing over at the table of my past students. Jimmy's staring at us with wide eyes, but he looks too drunk to remember any of it.

"Never forgot," Zack says, squeezing my thigh as he presses a kiss to my neck. I shudder and finally pull away.

"See you there, then."

As I walk away, I add an extra swing in my hips, and from the way I was sitting, I know my dress has risen to show off the black lace garter straps that are clasped to my silk stockings. He had always loved seeing me wear them to school underneath my pencil skirts.

The ride home was a blur. What I had drunk wasn't enough to make it difficult to drive, but the heat between my legs and the ache on the inside almost drove me nuts. Half way home I almost pulled over into a side parking lot and took care of the problem that was growing the more and more I got away from Zack. But at the thought of him inside me once again had me hold off and simply take the pleasurable ache that made my body begin to shake.

Just as I pull into the driveway of my small home, a white car pulls in behind mine. Zack steps out, and I feel my body buzzing from the way he looks at me. He licks over his lips, like a man who hasn't seen water in days. I wait for him at the steps leading to the front door. Before I can make another move, Zack has me against the door, his hands holding my hips to his, and his lips pressed firmly to mine. It is then that I let myself go.

Somehow, I find the few seconds to unlock the door and we go stumbling in, before I'm pressed against the wall, again. Zack lifts me up, causing my legs to wrap firmly around his waist. I can feel him hot and hard pressing against the lace of my panties. My body shakes from pleasure.

"I've missed your lips," I tell him, my eyes weighing down as I look from those piercing green eyes and to the plump lips that I've yearned for. He grins, slipping my glasses off my nose and places them on the hallway table beside my keys.

"I've missed all of you," he tells me in return, before his lips attack my neck. His teeth and tongue are gentle against my skin, and the teasing sends me almost crawling up the wall. My hand grips the back of his neck, my fingers fisting in the short black hair. I tug slightly, and Zack groan against my skin. His hips grind up into mine. The ache grows, making me toss my head back against the wall as I try to see straight through the lust. His hand hurried pushes the bottom of my dress up past my hips. It bunches at the top of my garter belt.

With one arm against the wall to brace himself from pressing too hard against me, Zack's other hand finds it way to between my legs, rubbing at the growing wet spot in the middle of my panties. I feel the pressure on my clit and whine softly into his ear, begging for more. I need more. I need him one last time.

I feel his lips attach themselves to the base of my neck, just where the skin junctions to my shoulders, right where one of my hot spots is. My breath catches; my fingers pull harder at his hair and I get a low groan from him. His teasing hand pushes my panties to the side, and I forget how to breathe when he slowly pumps two digits into my soaked core.

"Oh dear lord, Zacky, yes," I gasp, grasping at his body. My body tries to press as closely to his as possible. His chest rumbles with a chuckle and his fingers continue to tease me until I'm just at the edge. I clench around his fingers, my signal that I'm going to orgasm, but just as I do, he pulls his fingers from me and I whine. The hot frustration that takes over my body makes me bury my face against the side of his neck, begging for more.

I can't even stand I'm aching so much from the pain of needing someone. Of needing him.

"You're so tight, Mel," he tells me, and I hear the surprise in his voice. I gasp softly for air before chuckling into his ear.

"It's been five years since I've had a man, Zacky. That's why I feel like a virgin," I whisper in his ear. My tongue slither past my lips to lick the shell of his ear lobe. I get a loud groan, and our hips are meshed together once again. I hear him whisper a low 'dear god' under his breath. His thoughts are obviously on how tight I'm going to feel when he finally fills me like he used to. "I've been so lonely Zacky. My hand doesn't satisfy me the way you used to," I continue, my free hand trailing down his chest to the button and zipper of his jeans. "You made me feel so good. You made me scream to the heavens as you hit all my sweet spots. Do you still remember where they are?"

I can tell my words are having an effect on him. He groans against my neck, placing random kisses along the spots of skin inked and not inked, before pulling his mouth away. There's a second of hesitation before our lips are back together. My hand continues to undo his jeans and I give a small hum of triumph when I get them just far enough down his hips to release the hard cock that pulses against my thigh.

"Good lord, Zacky. What have they been feeding you boys?" I say breathlessly, glancing down between our bodies to see the large cock that rests in the palm of my hand. I don't remember him ever being quite this big. He says nothing, but simply presses his lips back to mine. The hand that had been teasing me holds my hip, the other still balancing us against the wall. His hips move in in slow circles. My hand pumps his cock at the same speed. I'm waiting for one of us to break from the lust.

"Fuck," I hear him curse before his hand leaves my hip and pushes my hand away. I watch as he grips the base of his cock, and from there I look up. Our eyes meet just as he pushes into me. My lips part as I let out a moan. He rolls his hips again before lightly thrusting them, pushing past the tight, sensitive inner walls of my pussy. Our eyes don't disconnect. There's a fire growing and growing until my body crumbles against his. My hand goes back to his hair, gripping at the slightly long black strands, while the other grips his shoulder. We're still fully clothed, yet sharing one of our most intimate moments.

Slowly, his hips thrusts again me, but he's holding back. I can feel my body is almost at completion, but it's not enough. Zacky's holding back and it's making me even more frustrated.

"C'mon Zachary," I whisper in his ear, sliding my nose up his cheek slowly. Our skin burns from ecstasy. "You can go deeper than that." At my words, something awakens in Zack, and suddenly, I'm being pounded into, my back rubbing with friction against the wall.

"Is that deep enough for you, Miss Monroe?" he growls into my ear, not letting up his thrusts. I can't see straight. My fingers and toes have gone completely numb. I've never felt this much pleasure take over my body. I can't breathe. I want to scream his name, to tell him to keep going, not to stop, harder, faster, deeper, but - fuck. I can't get the words out. The ball of fire in my belly explodes before I can even give a warning.

"Fucking hell, oh goddamn, Za- shit, I'm coming!"

There's no time for him to retaliate or stop the orgasm once it has started. My whole body convulses as I moan, the pleasure rippling through my body. My legs and arms don't let up any. They tighten as my pussy tightens around his cock. He continues his thrusts, but they're sloppy and shallow.

"God, Mel, so fucking tight," he groans, pressing his face against my neck. I feel the coolness of his piercings against my skin and the coolness feels nice against it. After my orgasm has lifted and I can see one Zack instead of two, I pant softly, and loosen my hands from his hair and shoulder. He's breathing heavily against my neck, holding back to the best of his ability. His hands are on my thighs, holding me up against the wall.

"Zacky," I whisper softly, running my fingers through his messy hair. His breathing calms slightly before our eyes meet again. "Sorry. Like I said, five years." I feel a blush. He simply grins and thrusts his hips up into mine. I gasp, eyes wide at the surprising sensation before he carries me the few feet from the wall to the hallway table. The few things on top are knocked off, and I'm set down on the cold surface. I shiver and arch my back. My skin is too hot for the cold feeling.

His hips press into mine, and I don't dare move too much more. His hands grab at my hips and slide under my thighs before lifting my legs to rest on his shoulders. I gasp again and my head lulls back as I feel him slide deeper into me. He's to the hilt, pressing hard against my cervix. Slowly, his hips begin to move against mine. The deep feeling of him in me makes me moan. I grab at the side of the table, gripping the wood tight, before grabbing at his neck. He ducks his head and our lips meet once again. Releasing my thighs from his hands, my knees stay hooker over his shoulders. His hand finds the wall behind my head, while the other grabs at the one gripping the table. Zack brings my hand to meet the other at the back of his neck. My fingers interlock and he quickly wraps his arm around my waist, holding us tight.

The thrusts become faster, deeper, harder into me and I'm fighting to breathe. The pleasure I feel of Zacky so far in me almost makes me lose all control.

"Yes, fuck, Zacky, yes! Right there!" I scream, my eyes closed tight and my mouth open wide to gather the hot air around us. My body was covered in sweat from the ache of pleasure. His hips stay in a steady rhythm, hitting the same bundle of internal nerves over, and over, and fucking over again-

"Mother fucker!" I loudly curse, my legs squeezing together as I orgasm again. Zack's thrusts suddenly become short and sloppy before I hear him groan my name. My body warms at the feeling of him releasing inside of me. He stands there, leaning against his hands on the table, catching his breath as I slowly lower my legs from around his shoulders, letting them rest from the awkward position. That was still a very nice orgasm, though.

"God, I've missed you, Mel," he says in a low voice before our lips meet in a slow, sweet kiss. My hand grabs at his around my waist, and my fingers intertwine with his. He squeezes my hand.

"Missed you too, Zack," I say softly once our lips part slowly. He steps back, and I feel him slip from between my thighs. I whimper at the loss of contact and instantly wrap my arms around him. My lips press against the side of his neck, my nose taking in the scent of his cologne and cigarettes and beer. His hand tangles itself in my hair as we hold each other close. It's been just under nine years since we last held each other, and even though nine years is a long time, it feels just like yesterday that I last saw him. Last held him. Last kissed him.

"Up for another round?" he jokes softly at me, and I can't help the laugh.

"Can I get the feeling back in my legs, first?" I joke in return, pulling back to look at him. His hand stays in my hair, his fingers brushing through the tangles.

"Seems I did good if I could make your legs go numb after only two orgasms," he says, pressing his lips to my temple, slowly going down the side of my face to under my ear. I feel his tongue touch the sensitive skin behind my ear. I shudder, moaning as the heat begins to build up, once again, between my thighs.

"Well you're not an old hag yet, now are you Mr. Baker?"

His expression turns dark with lust. Zack's teeth latch onto my neck. My back arches away from the wall, my hands gripping at his shirt as he suckles on the circle of skin. "Jesus Christ! Zacky!"

"You make me feel like a teenager again when you call me that," he says, licking at the small wound on my neck. My mind is too hazed to comprehend what he's saying, exactly.

"Call you what?" I pant out, my fingers tightening around the collar of his shirt.

"Mr. Baker," he growls, and the sound sends me whooshing off into another lust-driven high. "You only ever called me that when I was really bad," he hands slip down my sides, before they push at the bottom of my dress and he pulls the tight cloth off my body. I'm sitting on the hallway table in nothing more than my bra, panties, garter belt with attached stockings, and heels. "Or really, really good."

I'm practically purring by the time I get Zack's shirt fully unbuttoned and pushed off his shoulders. Stupid undershirts, I growl, taking a hold on the front of his white cotton tee, and yank at the seam, ripping it offending material.

"Shit, Mel. That's fucking hot," he groans, feeling my fingers continue to rip the shirt in half before I push it off him too. My nails drag down his chest, over the inked skin. I drag him closer by grabbing onto his hips. My lips press against his collarbone, licking at the bright green bat wing that's inked there.

"When you're good for your teacher," I purr, running my tongue up the side of his neck, cheek and to his ear. "Teacher is good to you." I feel his muscles contract and expand underneath my fingers, and then his cock is hard once again against my thigh.

"And if I'm bad?" he pants, his hands gripping at the table to keep himself up. My eyes lock with his dark green ones. They're hazed over with the lust that we've filled each other with.

"You don't want to be bad for this teacher," I say, grabbing at the base of his cock, and begin to pump my hand. He groan, dropping his forehead to rest on my shoulder. I chuckle, and use my free hand to run my fingers through his sweaty hair. My hand releases his cock, and Zack growls lowly at the loss of contact from my skin. "Then I have to be a bad teacher," I whisper to him before slipping off the table and walking down the hall to my bedroom.

Once to the door, I turn to watch Zacky as he fumbles to pull off his shoes and then his jeans and boxers. I grin, disappearing and wait against the wall. When he walks in, his eyes look around the room for me. Coming up behind him, my hands grab his shoulders and turn him quickly. My heels clicked against the wood floor. Zack's hands find my waist, and I push them off, cornering him back until his legs hit the bed and he falls back. My heeled foot comes up onto the bed. Zack doesn't move as he watched the slender foot rest just an inch from his weeping cock. I can see a small bead of pre-cum pooling at the top.

"Are you going to be good for teacher, Mr. Baker?" I purr as I slip out of my bra and pull my panties down my legs. I keep the garter belt, stockings and heels on. His tongue ghosts over his bottom lips. My foot presses harder against the bed, closer to what I'm craving. "I'm waiting, Mr. Baker."

"Yes, Miss Monroe," his smooth voice says, causing a shudder to go down through my legs and to my toes. "I'll be good for you."

I smirk and lower my foot back down to the floor. The heel clicks, making it the only sound in my home. My body buzzes. "Good boy."

My hand flicks at the wrist, motioning for him to go farther up the bed. Zack's eyes never leave mine as he follows my hand movement. I climb onto the bed and slowly crawl toward him, our eyes never breaking contact. So much is said with just those few moments of eye contact.

You're beautiful. You complete me. Just like old times, eh? Be a good boy, Mr. Baker. Good lord, I fuckng lo-

My hips brush down against Zack's. He groans and his hands grab at my hips. My own hands take his and pull them away from my skin, putting them against the bed sheets. "No, no, Mr. Baker. No touching the teacher." The look on his face is of pain, but I can see the enjoyment too. His inked hands fist at the sheets. I take a deep breath, and grind my hips into his. We both moan. The friction makes my body flush, and I can tell Zack is in pain from the need of release. I'm going to enjoy this one.

My fingers dragging down his chest, going over the tattoos and slight cervices of his chest. I get to the slight 'v' shape of his hip bones, and my hands disappear between us. He's hot and hard in my hands. He's grown from the teenage boy I had once conspired with. Lifting my hips ever so slightly, I position them at the correct angle and-

"Oh, dear lord," I moan, one of my hands gripping my thigh while the other continues to hold the base of his cock until I'm as far down on him as my body will allow, and with this position, he's fully in me, pressing against my tight walls.

"Please let me touch you," he begs with his eyes closed tight, his hands tight in the sheets beside his head. I take a few deep breaths and mumble a sharp 'no' before moving my hips up and down. We both groan, the intense feeling makes my legs shake and my muscles go almost nonexistent. "Fuck, Mel, please," he says again, and I completely stop. It pains me to do so when it was feeling so good, but I can't go back on my word.

"You're not being a good boy, Mr. Baker," I pant softly as I keep my hips completely still. Zack curses aloud, his hips bucking up into mine. I lift up on my knees, keeping him from getting any pleasure. "Do you want to leave, Mr. Baker? I'm only trying to help you and you're making it hard on me."

Zack growls lowly, his eyes dark with lust and frustration. "Just fucking move, Mel," he demands, and the way he looks at me makes me go crazy. I drop my hips back down, and we both cry out. Grabbing onto the headboard just above his head, I use it as leverage to riding out our moment, moaning and convulsing whenever a pre-orgasm shudder racks through my body. His hands grab at my hips, helping me with my rolling hips, and I almost scold him but the pleasure distracts me. My fingers grip onto the headboard as tight as possible until Zack wraps his arms around me and switches us. My back hits the bed. Instead of gripping the headboard, he interlocks my fingers with his.

With my legs wrapped tight around his waist, we're a bouncing mess and moans and thrusts and sex. I'm not sure how much longer we kept going, kept our hips moving roughly into the others until I felt something burst within me. I screamed loudly, crying out at the burst on the inside of me, and my knuckles were white from gripping Zack's hands so tight. Barely moments after me, I feel him release in return. Our hands never let go of each other.

Zack simply hovers over me, sweat sliding down his neck and chest. My body is on fire from the sex, but freezing from the cool draft hitting my sweaty body. I'm sensitive everywhere, and the simple friction of the sheets under me makes me shudder.

He lowers his head slowly to my neck, and keep it there. I free one hand from his, and simply run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. We simply lay there, me staring at the ceiling while he has his face pressed against my neck.

"I don't want to say goodbye," he says, and my heart slowly begins to break again. Just as it had nine years ago.

"Me neither, Zacky. Me neither."