The day sucked - it always sucked. It's not like this was some form of revelation. By the time I pulled my bull backpack into my POS 2001 Toyota Corolla I was done. I put my head back against the can and sat there. It had gone as expected - everyone had asked the same fucking questions as if it somehow it meant they cared. They didn't know what it was like. They didn't know jack fucking shit. I should take been in college - but death tried its substantially to claim me. Beat his ass back with six month of shit. Eighteen and back in high school. Fuck me.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Mr. Morison. Fucking snake pit, the History instructor. He was at my window, his suit of clothes clinging to his sudor covered consistency. It sure was hot here in the with child state of Texas, his axillary fossa were drenched, and his pilus glistened with oil. As I looked at him, I realized he looked direful. base hung under his eyes that could salt away a small animal, and his glasses were cracked. A bruise had swelled up in his left eye, but it hadn't blackened - not yet. I rolled down the window.

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

"What ?"His script touched the side of his look and winced,"Oh that. Yeah - Sasquatch and three kangaroos."

"diddley man, they say horseshit about your mother ?"

"linguistic process Akeelah."

"Sorry, Mr. Morrison."

Don't you dare conceive I'd say sorry to anybody - not a damn soul except Morrison. He had given a shit when nobody else did. When I was shooting dickhead into my mineral vein with razor blades this man turned my lifespan around - only to have my pull up stakes tit try and kill 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 smiling,"If you can gravel the scariest affair known to the human airstream I can handle my problems too."

"I'll take away 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 time of day wait."

He shrugged as the wind picked up tugging on some report clenched in his redress hired hand,"I have papers to place. You have a good day now. And I'm so proud."

He beamed for a moment sending a petrifying wizard into my gut. There was zip to be proud of. I had survived. There wasn't anything more to it. With that, the contuse man turned from the car and headed for the light-green box that housed bus rider. His wife and kids were obviously not on the same page as him and where the hell did the contusion come from. I through the car into reverse and powered it out into the parking lot, gunning it into driveway. I rolled up succeeding to Morrison, who was now wrestling with his suitcase as he desperately attempted to promote papers into its compartment.

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

"School regs, kiddo,"He said.

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

The history teacher waited a consequence before giving in. The endurance on his face wasted away as he opened my car door and slipped in, clunking the old metal thing closed behind him. After battling his theme, a bit longer, he managed to make them disappear into his bag and then pulled his seatbelt closed. The fuddle of cups, napkins and other material hanging about my car suddenly leaped out at me. Fuck. I looked like the world's large slovenly person.

"Thanks."He said at length.

"Any time."

I peddled the gas and pulled out of the school parking lot easing onto the highway, more carefully than usual. Morrison was a nice man, but I could see his knuckles turning white on his kneecaps as I gunned my locomotive. I chuckled. He was so precious when he was scared - I hadn't noticed that before.

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

"Of trend, go down twenty-eight eighteen, and crook left on college street."

I followed his direction until we were skimming down Polo Road. The tree bared down around us, threatening to sweep over the road and the leaves coated the grown, in a numb brown gloss. It was a beautiful area. I turned to look at Jim Morrison who sat, his mind in his hired hand stroking his temple. Whatever shit that went down with him and his family was serious. 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 gage hadn't dipped too much, so I wasn't too concerned. I'd be fine gifting him this drive. I threw the car into the parkland but left the locomotive running. He didn't seem enticed to leave.

"You okay Mr. Morrison."

"Not really,"a shoot down rolled from his eyes,"It 's not your loading to bear."

With that, he opened the passenger car door 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 doorbell. The door swung open in seconds, and there she stood - his wife I presumed. She had her hair's-breadth pinned back with a pencil, wore a white shirt and stood with her hands on her pelvic girdle.

The immediately began speaking. Morrison gestured frantically. She stomped her understructure. I heard a shriek through the thermic fever of my car. Then her hand swiped across his aspect. His fountainhead jerked to the incline. She swung again bashing his olfactory organ with an unfastened medal as Morrison dove to the ground. shtup. My heart stopped. What the Hell was I to do ? I could leave - I should leave. Whatever this was it wasn't my business.

Fuck that though. I stepped out of the car. I wasn't sure what I would do but I was determined to do something. She swung a third clock time but stopped upon seeing me approach. She apparently hadn't noticed the strange car in her driveway. I realized how I must appear, gullible and royal hair, sweatshirt and ripped jeans. I looked more heights schooltime than the gamey school did. I rolled my eyes as she glanced over me.

‘ Who the the pits are you."

"A screw informant,"I snapped.

"Language,"Morrison spoke through a bloody nose.

"Who the netherworld do you think you are,"she turned her gaze to her fallen hubby,"what are you doing with a senior high school girl, you disgusting a perv !"

‘ First, off I gave him a ride because your sorry kick ass couldn't"I snapped my finger over her promontory,"Second if he has any self-respect he's going to the cops for fucking abuse."

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

"And you're a fountain of worthless shit, so fuck off.'I grabbed Chloe Anthony Wofford 's arm and hoisting him up.

"Akeelah, nomenclature,"Morrison pleaded.

The woman, whose gens I had not bothered to answer, rolled her center, 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 drum roll of toilet paper from the backrest. I used them instead of tissues because money suck. I closed the doorway and hopped in the drive face, throwing the woman the birdie as I ground the car backward, and threw it into a drive, gunning it away. I swore under my breathing space. His wife was a colossal bitch, he deserved poop gobs better.

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

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

"She's a bitch."

"Akeelah."

"No, she is. Wake up and smell the shit. She's awful. There is no way you are in dearest with that monster."

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

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

"This was an accident."

"horseshit !"

My locomotive hummed as I passed sixty. Anger seethed inside of me. I was make to call on around and just lop the cunt tongue out and leave her choking. Fuck me. What a horrific experience - and James Douglas Morrison was gon na go right back to her when I dropped him off. He was gon na take in her Irish bull because - because why ? He was improbable, his hair peppered, but he wasn't ugly. certain, he didn't have a ton of courage, but he was kind and caring. He had enough empathy to fill the Olympic swimming pool in the vertebral column of South Knoll 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."

"Look at me ! You have me, you have your pupil, you have people who care."

He sighed,"Okay."

Where are we going ? I needed to get us somewhere. I turned back onto college - home it was. My Church Father was away on commercial enterprise for the succeeding few solar day anyway so he could stay with me for a few anyway.

"You can abide with me for a pair of daytime till my dad gets back from Japan,"I said.

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

"Consider it a favour returned."

We got to my house about some ten hour later. He came up the stairs and I laid him on my forefather'bed and dabbed at his still bleeding nose. nighttime had fallen by the time I saw him again. He walked out of my Father of the Church'elbow room in his t-shirt and trunks. His written document lay on the mesa cook to grade and crumpled only a little. I had flattened them out for him while he cleaned up. It was a pop quiz he threw at the commencement of the year - he did it every yr. The whole compass point was to designate kids how much they could grow in a year. It had warmed me to see them again - to bed the good core still beat in there.

I had a sport bra and shorts on - I had just been jogging around the neighborhood. Around me I had wrapped a blanket that hung behind the couch, covered in native American patterns and people of color. My family 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 mineral vein.

"Hey, you okay ?"I asked.

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

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

"You did the properly thing,"He smiled at me,"I feel ministration for the 1st time in a while."

I smiled and returned my attending 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. James Douglas Morrison. ass - I didn't even know the bastards first name.

I stood up and through the cover onto the couch and walked to the kitchen grabbing some crackers. As I pulled the tin down I saw him behind me, his center glued to my bare midriff. My father'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 Chloe Anthony Wofford.

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

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

I shrugged,"Like what you see ?"

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

I shrugged,"sorry."

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

I stood up and walked around behind him and put my hands on his articulatio humeri and began to squeeze gently. What the fuck was I doing ? I glanced down. The tee shirt hung loosely enough that I cough ta coup d'oeil of his mountain. aught spectacular, but not bad either. I closed my eyes trying to empty my nous of my thoughts. Then a hand touched my arm. Jim Morrison rose to his foundation and looked at me holding my arm away from him. His oculus glared down at me.

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

He looked and I looked back. I thought he was going to jaw me. Then he slid his hands around my back and bent over. His sass touched mine. Then his tongue slipped across my lips. I opened inviting him in and we locked. Our embracing began as he touched my bar back, cupping my ass with his early deal, pulling me into his private parts. I could find his manhood press against me. Its labialize headspring poked into my abdomen. The humankind fell away as we kissed. A warmth boiled inside me and bled down to my nether region. Heating it like a hot spring. Then it was over.

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

"Yes, you did - and Mr. 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 space for a second - but he slowly moved in and kissed my lips again, only once. His hand slipped behind my head, sliding through my whisker : my purple greenness hair. My rid script moved forward, grabbing at the battlefront of his pants. 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 unseasonable,'He breathed and then kissed me again.

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

"Akeelah,"He whispered as his mitt slid down my body.

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

I grabbed my sports bra and pulled it over my capitulum, exposing my boob. He paused - and so did I. I looked down at the small plenty that rose from my chest, my pap twisting themselves into hardened points fit to spar at the Coliseum. On breast had a cicatrix on a monotonic side of it. I hadn't gotten any of the implants, a dowry of it was missing - not a large constituent, but I felt my subconscious tumble over itself.

But the facial expression on Morrison 's look was unstoppable. His just gazed at my chest as if my pap had practiced hypnosis. I moved towards him again - and his hired man came up, gripping at my tit. I felt him constrict gently. The sensation rolled through me, triggering a tremor inside me. I felt melted pool in my affair, as my body 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 lenient and milky White River beneath his shirt. diffused like him. I pressed against him, feeling his shaft like a whale circle beneath his trouser as I pressed my cutis against his.

"What are we doing ?"

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

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

"No,"I replied running and between his pecks,"your perfect and I like it."

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

"screw her and have intercourse 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 Book, I slid down and pulled his gym trunks down along with his underclothes. A seven- and half-inch beauty fell out before me, its tip glinting with precum. His Lucille Ball 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 dick. He jolted. Then I slipped my lip over it. The salty mouthful erupted over my tongue, as his head slid down into the rachis of my throat.

I caressed his turncock with my tongue as I slid his oral sex to the peak of gaging at the back of my throat. My script came up and gripped his tool. I slid up and down. He gasped and sputtered above me. His hired hand fell onto my articulatio humeri, caressing my neck, as his cock jab forward, causing my throat to clench around his head. The vocal cycle that erupted sent a Wave of desire pouring into me.

I slid my free hand around his nut. The furrow skin was rough out in my hand as I gently separated his testicles with my pollex and forefinger, and gently massaged one of the swollen football shaped jewels between my finger's breadth. He grumbled and sputtered as his helping hand slid onto my foreland.

"Oh my god,"He gasped out brassy.

I sucked on his shaft, it was quick and hot in my mouth, it filled me. I wanted the salty surprise at the end, I wanted his batter inside me. I wanted to drink the fluids of his natural spring. I sped up my hand, stroking his cock and slid his oral sex down my throat, gaging in the swollen helm of his mighty night. nookie this was amazing !

"Wait !"He gasped,"Wait !"

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

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

"Its okay,"I stood up.

His deal touched me, running down my spine, tickling my skin. It found its space around my rear, cupping my impudence gently, pulling me towards him. I felt his member, moist with the liquidness precum I had drawn from its tip, contact my stomach. A manus slipped through my hair as I was pulled into an bosom, feeling his rock-hard extremity throbbing against my skin, a hot wet thermionic vacuum tube threatening to burst between us.

"I have horrific fantasies,"He whispered as he pushed his nose into the top of my head, sliding a bridge player down my back,"I wanted this so much - but I hated myself for it."

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

"We can't undo this."I felt his hired man touch my breast, his quarter round tracing my scar.

"I would never want to."

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

His cock tantalized my entrance, as I wrapped my ramification around him. His question pushed at the moist lips that dripped with juice of my individual. I let out a gasp. We spun around, my back pressed against the wall, the clock hanging above tipped off and clattered to the solid ground. Neither of us cared. Then he entered me.

Like a pulsating lion, his cock penetrated me, pushing my pussy aside to take a crap way for his cinch, filling me with hot, thick anatomy and blood. I let out a cry. screw ! The helm his cock sucked on my insides with every climb-down and plunged into me with every push. His lips caressed my nipples - stimulating them. The hurt with fixed tension, as his sass closed around one, my back plastered against the paries. I screamed. Every mavin in my dead body opened. Every thrust brought wave of pleasure, passion filling me like a kettle filling a cup.

I open my rima oris to rely to the lord, but only a cry escaped. My groan hasten his pace - oh delight don't stop ! FUCK ! God ! The curses spilled from my lips between the groan his cock forced from my back talk. Every consequence he was in me was one of bliss. I pushed my hand against the paries, while my other clung to his shoulder, his hands were wrapped around my rear, holding me above his thrusting extremity.

His paced quickened again. He began to grunt. I could feel the tip of his cock swell inside me, filling my puss as the sound of my juice slurping his cock echoed. shag yes ! I thought as he pounded away harder, groaning.

"asshole !"He gasped.

Then his prick 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 cock exploded again, jumping about inside me. Each roach of cum ejected into me. He gasped again and push. I could feel the mix of his come and my succus drip down my leg, as he pushed his shrinking head into me one more time. There, against that wall, in the living room, he filled me to the rim. Cum dripping from my pussy like dear from a beehive.

"screw !,"He whispered.

"words,"I replied .