The day sucked - it always sucked. It's not like this was some kind of disclosure. By the time I pulled my horseshit rucksack into my POS 2001 Toyota Corolla I was done. I put my chief back against the seat 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 shit fucking shit. I should have been in college - but demise tried its best to claim me. tucker out his ass back with six month of shit. eighteen and back in high school. Fuck me.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Mr. Morison. Fucking hell, the History teacher. He was at my window, his suit clinging to his swither covered dead body. It trusted was hot here in the corking Department of State of Texas, his armpits were drenched, and his whisker glistened with oil. As I looked at him, I realized he looked dreadful. bag hung under his centre that could hive away a little animal, and his glassful were cracked. A bruise had swelled up in his impart eye, but it hadn't blackened - not yet. I rolled down the window.

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

"What ?"His paw touched the side of his typeface and winced,"Oh that. Yeah - Bigfoot and three kangaroos."

"Shit man, they say crap about your mother ?"

"oral communication Akeelah."

"Sorry, Mr. Morrison."

Don't you dare cogitate I'd say good-for-nothing to anybody - not a tinker's dam somebody except Morrison. He had given a poop 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 remaining tit try and shoot down me. Fuck tits.

"I just want to say how majestic 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 grinning,"How's the fam ?"

"Could be considerably,"He gave me a smile,"If you can beat the scary thing known to the human raceway I can palm my problems too."

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

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

‘ It 4:05, you have an hour wait."

He shrugged as the wind picked up tugging on some report clenched in his right helping hand,"I have papers to grade. 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 zippo to be proud of. I had survived. There wasn't anything more than to it. With that, the contuse man turned from the car and headed for the green box that housed bus passenger. His married woman and kids were obviously not on the Saami page as him and where the hell did the bruise seed from. I through the car into reversal and powered it out into the parking lot, gunning it into crusade. I rolled up next to James Douglas Morrison, who was now wrestling with his grip as he desperately attempted to push 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 story teacher waited a moment before giving in. The survival on his face wasted away as he opened my car door and slipped in, clunking the old metallic element thing closed behind him. After battling his papers, a bit longer, he managed to urinate them evaporate into his suitcase and then pulled his seatbelt closed. The clutter of cupful, napkins and other fabric hanging about my car suddenly leaped out at me. ass. I looked like the macrocosm's gravid slob.

"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 decent man, but I could see his knuckles turning White on his kneecaps as I gunned my locomotive engine. I chuckled. He was so cute when he was scared - I hadn't noticed that before.

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

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

I followed his direction until we were skimming down Polo Road. The trees bared down around us, threatening to overtake the road and the leaves coated the grown, in a dead Brown University gloss. It was a beautiful field. I turned to look at Jim Morrison who sat, his promontory in his hands stroking his tabernacle. Whatever shit that went down with him and his crime syndicate was serious. Did he betray ? 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 much, so I wasn't too concerned. I'd be hunky-dory gifting him this ride. I threw the car into the park but left the engine running. He didn't seem enticed to will.

"You okay Mr. Morrison."

"Not really,"a rip rolled from his eyes,"It 's not your incumbrance 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 phone the buzzer. The door swung surface in mo, and there she stood - his wife I presumed. She had her hair pinned back with a pencil, wore a white shirt and stood with her work force on her pelvic girdle.

The immediately began speaking. Morrison gestured frantically. She stomped her foot. I heard a shriek through the heliotherapy of my car. Then her hand swiped across his face. His head jerked to the side. She swung again bashing his nose with an unfold medallion as Morrison dove to the undercoat. roll in the hay. My warmness stopped. What the hell was I to do ? I could leave - I should leave. Whatever this was it wasn't my business concern.

fucking 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 time but stopped upon seeing me approach. She apparently hadn't noticed the strange car in her driveway. I realized how I must look, common and purple hair, sweatshirt and ripped dungaree. I looked more high school day than the high school did. I rolled my eyes as she glanced over me.

‘ Who the pit are you."

"A fucking witness,"I snapped.

"Language,"Morrison spoke through a bloody nose.

"Who the hell do you think you are,"she turned her gaze to her fallen married man,"what are you doing with a highschool schooling girl, you disgusting a perv !"

‘ first base, off I gave him a drive because your sorry bitch ass couldn't"I snapped my finger over her head teacher,"sec 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 thing. Who taught you to speak like that ? You're a bona fide fountain of profanity."

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

"Akeelah, language,"Morrison pleaded.

The woman, whose name I had not bothered to answer, rolled her eye, 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 roll of toilet paper from the book binding. I used them instead of tissue because money suck. I closed the door and hopped in the parkway position, throwing the cleaning woman the bird as I ground the car backward, and threw it into a ride, gunning it away. I swore under my breather. His married woman was a colossal gripe, he deserved shit tons 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. ignite up and sense the bullshit. She's fearsome. 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."

"Bullshit !"

My railway locomotive hummed as I passed 60. 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 direful experience - and Morrison was gon na go right back to her when I dropped him off. He was gon na take her shit because - because why ? He was grandiloquent, his hair peppered, but he wasn't ugly. Sure, he didn't have a ton of courage, but he was kind and lovingness. He had enough empathy to satisfy the Olympic swimming pool in the backbone 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."

"expression at me ! You have me, you have your students, you have mass who care."

He sighed,"Okay."

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

"You can rest with me for a couple of years till my dad gets back from Nihon,"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 party favor returned."

We got to my house about some ten min later. He came up the steps and I laid him on my fathers'bed and dabbed at his still bleeding nose. Night had fallen by the clock time I saw him again. He walked out of my fathers'room in his t-shirt and underdrawers. His newspaper lay on the table ready to grade and crumpled only a small. I had flattened them out for him while he cleaned up. It was a pop quiz he threw at the starting time of the class - he did it every class. The unit point was to bear witness kids how much they could get in a twelvemonth. It had warmed me to see them again - to know the sound heart still beat in there.

I had a mutation bra and trunks on - I had just been jogging around the neighborhood. Around me I had wrapped a blanket that hung behind the couch, covered in indigen American patterns and colour. My family had always liked those people of colour. He sat down and began to range, 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 former students is now housing me. I feel pretty wiped out."

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

"You did the mighty thing,"He smiled at me,"I feel substitute for the first of all time in a while."

I smiled and returned my tending to the NCIS sequence 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. James Douglas Morrison. He kinda did it too. tinker's damn was I attracted to Mr. Morrison. Fuck - I didn't even know the illegitimate child first name.

I stood up and through the blanket onto the couch and walked to the kitchen grabbing some crackers. As I pulled the tin down I saw him behind me, his eyes glued to my bare midriff. My Father's gym boxershorts he wore had begun to T-pee. What was happening ? I pulled the firecracker from the Tin and pushed them back, sitting down opposite 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 Holy Scripture as if he had suddenly developed a stutter.

I stood up and walked around behind him and put my hands on his shoulder and began to compact gently. What the shtup was I doing ? I glanced down. The T-shirt hung loosely enough that I cough ta coup d'oeil of his pot. Nothing spectacular, but not bad either. I closed my eyes trying to discharge my mind 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 help,"I said.

He looked and I looked back. I thought he was going to berate me. Then he slid his hand around my back and bent over. His lips 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 other hand, pulling me into his crotch. I could feel his humanity press against me. Its rounded psyche poked into my abdomen. The man fell away as we kissed. A affectionateness boiled inside me and bled down to my nether neighborhood. 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 distance for a minute - but he slowly moved in and kissed my lips again, only once. His hand slipped behind my headway, sliding through my hair : my purple green hair. My discharge hand moved forward, grabbing at the front of his pants. My script slid onto a bulging, 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 bridge player slid down my physical structure.

It was like a falls in the Amazon, pouring over my body, tracing my bend and my body with a perfect mildness 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 sport bra and pulled it over my question, exposing my breasts. He paused - and so did I. I looked down at the small muckle that rose from my chest, my mammilla twisting themselves into hardened breaker point fit to spar at the Coliseum. On boob had a scar on a flavourless side of it. I hadn't gotten any of the implants, a fate of it was missing - not a bombastic share, but I felt my subconscious fall over itself.

But the look on Chloe Anthony Wofford 's brass was unstoppable. His just gazed at my thorax as if my tits had practiced hypnosis. I moved towards him again - and his manus came up, gripping at my white meat. I felt him press gently. The sensation rolled through me, triggering a tremor inside me. I felt swimming pool in my thing, as my body heated up. The hots outpouring began to boil. Shit, this was good.

I pressed him against the wall and pulled his tee shirt off, admiring his body. His belly bulged ever so slightly, but his skin was soft and whitish white beneath his shirt. Soft like him. I pressed against him, feeling his cock like a elephantine rope beneath his pants as I pressed my skin against his.

"What are we doing ?"

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

"Book of Daniel,"He replied,"My first epithet is Daniel - and yes I have wanted this. I'm so ill. 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 fuck me,"I whispered.

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

"Because I like you, genius."

Before he could say another intelligence, I slid down and pulled his gym shorts down along with his underwear. A seven- and half-inch dish fell out before me, its tip glinting with precum. His 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 cock. He jolted. Then I slipped my sass over it. The salty taste erupted over my knife, as his head slid down into the back of my throat.

I caressed his cock with my knife as I slid his head to the point of gaging at the rear of my throat. My hand came up and gripped his cock. I slid up and down. He gasped and sputtered above me. His mitt fell onto my shoulder, caressing my neck, as his cock thrust forward, causing my throat to clench around his top dog. The vocal oscillation that erupted sent a wave of desire pouring into me.

I slid my free hired man around his testicles. The wrinkled pelt was rough in my paw as I gently separated his ballock with my thumb 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 fountainhead.

"Oh my god,"He gasped out tawdry.

I sucked on his cock, it was lovesome and hot in my oral cavity, it filled me. I wanted the salty surprisal at the end, I wanted his hitter inside me. I wanted to drink the fluids of his jet. I sped up my hired hand, stroking his stopcock and slid his capitulum down my throat, gaging in the well up helm of his mighty dark. fucking this was amazing !

"Wait !"He gasped,"postponement !"

I slid my mouthpiece off him,"Yeah."I said through breathing space.

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

"Its OK,"I stood up.

His hands touched me, running down my spinal column, tickling my skin. It found its place around my rear, cupping my face gently, pulling me towards him. I felt his phallus, moist with the liquid precum I had drawn from its tip, touch my stomach. A hand slipped through my hair as I was pulled into an embrace, feeling his rock-hard member throbbing against my hide, a hot wet subway system threatening to explode between us.

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

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

"We can't undo this."I felt his deal tinct my knocker, his thumb tracing my mark.

"I would never require to."

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

His cock tantalized my entrance, as I wrapped my legs around him. His top dog pushed at the moist lips that dripped with succus of my soul. I let out a gasp. We spun around, my back pressed against the wall, the clock hanging above tipped off and clattered to the earth. Neither of us cared. Then he entered me.

Like a pulsating Panthera leo, his putz penetrated me, pushing my pussy aside to make way for his girth, filling me with hot, fatheaded flesh and blood. I let out a cry. screwing ! The helm his prick sucked on my interior with every secession and plunged into me with every thrusting. His lips caressed my mamilla - stimulating them. The hurt with rigid latent hostility, as his mouth closed around one, my back plastered against the wall. I screamed. Every superstar in my body opened. Every push brought wave of pleasure, warmth filling me like a kettle filling a cup.

I open my mouth to assert to the Godhead, but only a cry escaped. My groan look sharp his step - oh please don't stop ! FUCK ! God ! The torment spilled from my sassing between the groan his cock forced from my mouth. Every second he was in me was one of bliss. I pushed my hand against the wall, while my other clung to his articulatio humeri, his hands were wrapped around my back, holding me above his thrusting member.

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

"Shit !"He gasped.

Then his shaft erupted inside me. Cum exploded into my vagina, filling me with fondness. He thrust again, crying out, [ pressing me against the bulwark. I screamed as his prick exploded again, jumping about inside me. Each rope of cum ejected into me. He gasped again and thrust. I could feel the mix of his seminal fluid and my juice drip down my leg, as he pushed his shrinking head into me one Thomas More time. There, against that wall, in the aliveness way, he filled me to the brim. Cum dripping from my pussy like honey from a hive.

"fuck !,"He whispered.

"Language,"I replied .