The day sucked - it always sucked. It's not like this was some kind of divine revelation. By the time I pulled my crap haversack into my POS 2001 Toyota Corolla I was done. I put my drumhead back against the ass and sat there. It had gone as expected - everyone had asked the same screwing questions as if it somehow it meant they cared. They didn't know what it was like. They didn't know diddlysquat fucking shit. I should have been in college - but death tried its best to claim me. get his ass back with six calendar month of shit. Eighteen and back in Highschool. nooky me.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Mr. Morison. Fucking inferno, the History teacher. He was at my window, his courtship clinging to his sweat covered body. It surely was hot here in the slap-up state of matter of Texas, his armpits were drenched, and his hair glistened with oil. As I looked at him, I realized he looked awful. Bags hung under his eyes that could store a small animal, and his glasses were cracked. A contusion had swelled up in his left eye, but it hadn't blackened - not yet. I rolled down the window.

"Get in a fight with Bigfoot ?"I asked.

"What ?"His handwriting touched the English of his face and winced,"Oh that. Yeah - bigfoot and three kangaroos."

"prick man, they say horseshit about your female parent ?"

"Language Akeelah."

"Sorry, Mr. Morrison."

Don't you dare opine I'd say no-account to anybody - not a shucks soul except Morrison. He had given a shit when nobody else did. When I was shooting shit into my veins with razor blades this man turned my life around - only to have my left tit try and stamp out me. Fuck tits.

"I just want to say how proud I am of you for beating Cancer the Crab and coming back. Thanks for not giving up."

‘ Can't give up when I have you to please,"I shot him a smile,"How's the fam ?"

"Could be better,"He gave me a smile,"If you can beat the shuddery matter known to the human airstream I can palm my problems too."

"I'll consider your word for it, you have a ride, right ?"

He shook his head,"I'll be okay. The bus runs every hour."

‘ It 4:05, you have an 60 minutes wait."

He shrugged as the wind picked up tugging on some newspaper clenched in his right bridge player,"I have papers to mark. You have a good day now. And I'm so proud."

He beamed for a moment sending a petrifying sensation into my gut. There was zip to be proud of. I had survived. There wasn't anything more to it. With that, the bruised man turned from the car and headed for the putting green box that housed bus passengers. His married woman and kids were obviously not on the same Thomas Nelson Page as him and where the hell did the bruise come from. I through the car into reverse and powered it out into the parking lot, gunning it into drive. I rolled up future to Morrison, who was now wrestling with his suitcase as he desperately attempted to bear on papers into its compartment.

I rolled down the passenger window,"Get in, I'll postulate you home."

"School regs, kiddo,"He said.

"Jim Morrison get in my car - tell them I kidnapped you."

The chronicle teacher waited a moment before giving in. The endurance on his case wasted away as he opened my car doorway and slipped in, clunking the old metal thing closed behind him. After battling his papers, a bit longer, he managed to make them melt into his suitcase and then pulled his seatbelt closed. The fuddle of cups, napkins and other fabric hanging about my car suddenly leaped out at me. Fuck. I looked like the existence's largest slob.

"Thanks."He said at length.

"Any time."

I peddled the gas and pulled out of the shoal parking lot easing onto the highway, more carefully than common. Morrison was a nice man, but I could see his knuckles turning Andrew Dickson White on his kneepan as I gunned my engine. I chuckled. He was so cute when he was scared - I hadn't noticed that before.

"So, I'll need you to navigate,"I said.

"Of grade, go down twenty-eight eighteen, and turn left on college street."

I followed his counselling until we were skimming down Polo road. The trees bared down around us, threatening to overtake the route and the leaves coated the grown, in a dead brown people of colour. It was a beautiful region. I turned to expect at Morrison who sat, his top dog in his hands stroking his temples. Whatever shit that went down with him and his family was severe. Did he cheat ? I hope not - but maybe he just slipped up.

He pointed out a driveway, which I pulled into, and stopped the car. My gas dope hadn't dipped too practically, so I wasn't too concerned. I'd be fine gifting him this ride. I threw the car into the ballpark but left the locomotive engine running. He didn't seem enticed to provide.

"You okay Mr. Morrison."

"Not really,"a tear rolled from his eyes,"It 's not your core to bear."

With that, he opened the passenger car threshold and stepped out. He smiled at me and waved a thank you before closing the door. I waited - something felt off about leaving him here, as he sauntered to the door, and call up the buzzer. The door swung heart-to-heart in seconds, and there she stood - his wife I presumed. She had her hair pinned back with a pencil, wore a bloodless shirt and stood with her hands on her hips.

The immediately began speaking. James Douglas Morrison gestured frantically. She stomped her foot. I heard a shriek through the insolation of my car. Then her hand swiped across his face. His head jerked to the side. She swung again bashing his nozzle with an undecided palm as Morrison squab to the footing. Fuck. My heart stopped. What the inferno was I to do ? I could depart - I should lead. Whatever this was it wasn't my business.

Fuck that though. I stepped out of the car. I wasn't trusted what I would do but I was determined to do something. She swung a third time but stopped upon seeing me approach. She apparently hadn't noticed the strange car in her driveway. I realized how I must await, jet and purple hair, sweatshirt and ripped denim. I looked more high school schoolhouse than the high school day did. I rolled my eyes as she glanced over me.

‘ Who the sin are you."

"A fucking witness,"I snapped.

"terminology,"Jim Morrison spoke through a bloody pry.

"Who the hell do you think you are,"she turned her gaze to her lessen husband,"what are you doing with a high school girl, you disgusting a perv !"

‘ start, off I gave him a ride because your no-count bitch ass couldn't"I snapped my fingers over her head,"irregular if he has any self-respect he's going to the bull for fucking abuse."

‘ He's a weasel,"She snapped,"he won't do a thing. Who taught you to talk like that ? You're a veritable fountain of profanity."

"And you're a fount of worthless shit, so fuck off.'I grabbed Morrison 's arm and hoisting him up.

"Akeelah, voice communication,"James Douglas Morrison pleaded.

The woman, whose name I had not bothered to answer, rolled her eyes, as I lead Morrison back to my car,"Going somewhere ?"

"Anywhere but here,"I snapped.

"Akeelah, this is my home."

"All due respect Mr. Morrison this isn't shit."

I piled him into my car and pulled a paradiddle of john paper from the back. I used them instead of tissue because money sucking. I closed the doorway and hopped in the drive English, throwing the woman the bird as I ground the car backward, and threw it into a drive, gunning it away. I swore under my breath. His wife was a colossal bitch, he deserved diddlyshit loads better.

"That's your wife,"I said as we trundled away.

He nodded,"yeah, she's a tough woman."

"She's a bitch."

"Akeelah."

"No, she is. awake up and smell the bullshit. She's awful. There is no way you are in passion with that monster."

He sighed,"She's not always like that."

"That's why you are covered in bruises."

"This was an accident."

"bullshit !"

My engine hummed as I passed LX. Anger seethed inside of me. I was ready to turn around and just lop the bitches tongue out and leave her choking. fuck me. What a horrific experience - and Chloe Anthony Wofford was gon na go right back to her when I dropped him off. He was gon na submit her shite because - because why ? He was tall, his hair peppered, but he wasn't ugly. Sure, he didn't have a ton of courageousness, but he was kind and lovingness. He had enough empathy to fill the Olympic swimming kitty in the back of South hillock gym.

Fuck."You can't go back to her - you aren't are you."

"She's all I have."

"No, she's not. You have way more."

"Akeelah."

"looking at at me ! You have me, you have your students, you have citizenry who care."

He sighed,"Okay."

Where are we going ? I needed to get us somewhere. I turned back onto college - home it was. My founder was away on business for the next few day anyway so he could stay with me for a few anyway.

"You can rest with me for a dyad of days till my dad gets back from Japan,"I said.

"Okay,"he was still taking it all in, he nodded slowly as the recognition of what was happening hit him,"Thank you for caring."

"Consider it a favour returned."

We got to my household about some ten minutes later. He came up the step and I laid him on my fathers'bed and dabbed at his still bleeding nose. Night had fallen by the meter I saw him again. He walked out of my father'room in his tee shirt and shortstop. His papers lay on the mesa ready to grade and crumpled only a slight. I had flattened them out for him while he cleaned up. It was a pop quiz he threw at the rootage of the class - he did it every twelvemonth. The whole point was to exhibit kids how often they could grow in a class. It had warmed me to see them again - to know the good heart still beat in there.

I had a sports bra and shorts on - I had just been jogging around the neighborhood. Around me I had wrapped a cover that hung behind the couch, covered in native American English patterns and colour. My household had always liked those colors. He sat down and began to grade, without looking up at me. Being ignored was like ice going through my veins.

"Hey, you okay ?"I asked.

He looked up,"I guess. Its been a rough day - and one of my late scholar is now trapping me. I feel pretty wiped out."

"I'm sorry - I didn't know what else to do."

"You did the correct matter,"He smiled at me,"I feel relief for the first clock time in a while."

I smiled and returned my aid to the NCIS episode on TV. Mr. Josiah Willard Gibbs was after some clue which he chased through the streets, looking sexy in his old age. How did he do that ? I glanced back at Mr. Morrison. He kinda did it too. Damn was I attracted to Mr. Jim Morrison. Fuck - I didn't even know the whoreson first name.

I stood up and through the blanket onto the couch and walked to the kitchen grabbing some firecracker. As I pulled the tin down I saw him behind me, his eyes glued to my bare midsection. My beginner's gym shorts he wore had begun to T-pee. What was happening ? I pulled the crackers from the Tin and pushed them back, sitting down opposite James Douglas Morrison.

"What ?"I asked as he stared at me.

He shook his head,"You aren't wearing much."

I shrugged,"Like what you see ?"

"Akeelah,"He exclaimed,"That's inappropriate."

I shrugged,"sorry."

"I don't mean value to suggest its unpleasant,'he stumbled his Good Book as if he had suddenly developed a stutter.

I stood up and walked around behind him and put my hands on his berm and began to squash gently. What the fuck was I doing ? I glanced down. The T-shirt hung loosely enough that I cough ta glance of his quite a little. goose egg outstanding, but not bad either. I closed my eyes trying to empty my intellect of my thoughts. Then a hand touched my arm. Morrison rose to his feet and looked at me holding my arm away from him. His eyes glared down at me.

"Was just trying to fucking service,"I said.

He looked and I looked back. I thought he was going to trounce me. Then he slid his hired man around my back and bent over. His back talk touched mine. Then his tongue slipped across my lips. I opened inviting him in and we locked. Our embrace began as he touched my bar back, cupping my ass with his early hand, pulling me into his crotch. I could feel his humanness imperativeness against me. Its rounded headspring poked into my abdomen. The world fell away as we kissed. A warmth boiled inside me and bled down to my nether area. Heating it like a hot spring. Then it was over.

"What the inferno,"He snapped breaking away,"No I didn't mean that."

"Yes, you did - and Mr. James Douglas Morrison : language."

He shook his head,"Sorry."

"No."

‘ What ?"

I stepped towards him and put a hand on his hip and leaned forward. He kept his length for a moment - but he slowly moved in and kissed my lips again, only once. His hand slipped behind my head, sliding through my hair : my purple green whisker. My disengage hand moved forward, grabbing at the forepart of his pant. My hand slid onto a bulb-shaped, thick rod that was reaching out to me. My hand squeezed, and he stumbled forward, letting out a gasp.

"This is wrong,'He breathed and then kissed me again.

"it's okay,"I pushed him back against the table.

"Akeelah,"He whispered as his hired man slid down my physical structure.

It was like a waterfall in the Amazon River, pouring over my consistence, tracing my curved shape and my consistency with a perfect softness I had never felt before. Every man I had been with had been rough - but not this one. No, he was subdued and kind and beautiful. I wanted more.

I grabbed my mutation bra and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts. He paused - and so did I. I looked down at the pocket-sized mountains that rose from my chest, my nipples twisting themselves into hardened points fit to spar at the amphitheater. On boob had a scrape on a flatter face of it. I hadn't gotten any of the implants, a portion of it was missing - not a great portion, but I felt my subconscious tumble over itself.

But the looking at on Jim Morrison 's fount was unstoppable. His just gazed at my chest as if my pap had practiced hypnosis. I moved towards him again - and his work force came up, gripping at my breasts. I felt him squeeze gently. The sensation rolled through me, triggering a tremor inside me. I felt liquid pool in my thing, as my consistency heated up. The hots spring began to boil. Shit, this was good.

I pressed him against the wall and pulled his T-shirt off, admiring his body. His belly bulged ever so slightly, but his skin was soft and milklike Andrew D. White beneath his shirt. gentle like him. I pressed against him, feeling his peter like a whale rope beneath his pants as I pressed my tegument against his.

"What are we doing ?"

"I don't know Mr. Morrison - something you want I think ?"

"Daniel,"He replied,"My first name is Daniel - and yes I have wanted this. I'm so brainsick. I'm so sorry."

"No,"I replied running and between his quite a little,"your perfect and I like it."

"Its been a piece since a woman called me perfect."

"Screw her and fuck me,"I whispered.

"I'm not rich or anything ? Why would you do this ?"He asked.

"Because I like you, genius."

Before he could say another Holy Writ, I slid down and pulled his gym shorts down along with his underwear. A seven- and half-inch beauty fell out before me, its tip glinting with precum. His bollock sack hung down, swollen as if stung by a bee. I looked up at him, as he gazed down at me. With our eyes locked I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip of his hammer. He jolted. Then I slipped my mouth over it. The salty taste sensation erupted over my tongue, as his point slid down into the spine of my pharynx.

I caressed his peter with my spit as I slid his head to the stop of gaging at the back of my throat. My hand came up and gripped his cock. I slid up and down. He gasped and sputtered above me. His hand fell onto my shoulder, caressing my neck, as his shaft thrust forward, causing my throat to clench around his fountainhead. The song vibration that erupted sent a wave of desire pouring into me.

I slid my free script around his testicles. The crease skin was rough in my hand as I gently separated his egg with my pollex and forefinger, and gently massaged one of the swollen football shaped jewels between my fingers. He grumbled and sputtered as his hand slid onto my question.

"Oh my god,"He gasped out loud.

I sucked on his cock, it was warm and hot in my rima oris, it filled me. I wanted the salty surprisal at the end, I wanted his batter inside me. I wanted to pledge the fluids of his outflow. I sped up my hand, stroking his cock and slid his head down my throat, gaging in the swell helm of his mighty Nox. roll in the hay this was amazing !

"Wait !"He gasped,"Wait !"

I slid my back talk off him,"Yeah."I said through breaths.

"You're so beautiful,"He said looking down on me,"I don't want you to be surprised - and I was close."

"Its OK,"I stood up.

His men touched me, running down my spine, tickling my cutis. It found its place around my rear, cupping my cheek gently, pulling me towards him. I felt his member, moist with the liquid precum I had drawn from its tip, touch my stomach. A hired man slipped through my tomentum as I was pulled into an embrace, feeling his rock-hard member throbbing against my hide, a hot wet underground threatening to explode between us.

"I have terrible fantasies,"He whispered as he pushed his olfactory organ into the top of my chief, sliding a hand down my back,"I wanted this so lots - but I hated myself for it."

"Don't, it's all right."

"We can't undo this."I felt his manus touch my breast, his thumb tracing my cicatrice.

"I would never want to."

I pulled his manus from my rear and stepped back, pulling my buttons apart. My pants fell to the ground exposing me, entirely to his site. My stomach already glinted in the light, as his precum reflected the luminousness from it. He stepped towards me and I towards him. He grabbed my leg and lifted me from the ground.

His stopcock tantalized my entrance, as I wrapped my legs around him. His head pushed at the moist lips that dripped with succus of my person. I let out a gasp. We spun around, my back pressed against the bulwark, the clock hanging above tipped off and clattered to the primer coat. Neither of us cared. Then he entered me.

Like a pulsating Panthera leo, his dick penetrated me, pushing my slit aside to make way for his girth, filling me with hot, deep flesh and bloodline. I let out a cry. Fuck ! The helm his cock sucked on my insides with every withdrawal and plunged into me with every thrust. His lips caressed my nipple - stimulating them. The ached with inflexible tension, as his backtalk closed around one, my back plastered against the wall. I screamed. Every sensation in my torso opened. Every push brought waves of joy, fondness filling me like a kettleful filling a cup.

I open my mouth to avow to the Lord, but only a cry escaped. My groan hasten his pace - oh delight don't arrest ! FUCK ! God ! The curses spilled from my lips between the moans his cock forced from my lips. Every instant he was in me was one of bliss. I pushed my hand against the rampart, while my early clung to his articulatio humeri, his mitt were wrapped around my cover, holding me above his thrusting member.

His paced quickened again. He began to grunt. I could feel the tip of his cock crestless wave inside me, filling my snatch as the auditory sensation of my juice slurping his hammer echoed. Fuck yes ! I thought as he pounded away harder, groaning.

"Shit !"He gasped.

Then his peter erupted inside me. Cum exploded into my vagina, filling me with warmth. He thrust again, crying out, [ pressing me against the wall. I screamed as his rooster exploded again, jumping about inside me. Each rope of cum ejected into me. He gasped again and poke. I could feel the mix of his cum and my juice drip down my leg, as he pushed his shrinking head into me one more time. There, against that rampart, in the living room, he filled me to the brim. Cum dripping from my slit like love from a beehive.

"Fuck !,"He whispered.

"spoken communication,"I replied .