this situation? It was impossible and fundamentally wrong, yet she had him coming back time and time again to create moments that he couldn’t deny meant something to him on a level that they really shouldn’t.
It felt more than the need for sex. More than owning her. Why had his body and part of his brain chosen now to become helplessly attracted to a woman that he couldn’t possess?
All the women in the damn world and he’d picked Alice Rutherford, sexy as hell in a PVC cat suit that her parents should never have let her out in…
Halloween had definitely well and truly fucked him.
CONCENTRATE, AND ASK AGAIN
Saturday 4 th November
A lice looked at her wardrobe and then back at the bag, surely she could fit more of it into the tightly packed rucksack. She needed more stuff. She needed to have all bases covered. Hill End was on Monday so she had two days to plan what she was going to take with her.
It was also going to be her birthday while they were away. Her class had clocked this thanks to Cara’s big mouth and they were already talking parties and drinking.
Hill End was a bit like an outward bound centre. Every year the sixth form students would get the chance to experience the joys of the great outdoors: hiking, camping and making fires. Orienteering, cooking, team games and camaraderie with your fellow students. It sounded wonderful, right? Why then the school chose to do it in the winter was a total mystery to her?
Apparently it was always freezing, muddy and drink-fuelled. The boys were looking forward to it with vigour and the girls with trepidation. Alice was relieved to hear that you only had to camp outdoors for one night and rest of the week you bunked down in dormitories with running water… but no heating. You were even advised to bring hot water bottles with you to keep your body temperature at a safe level. Alice’s mum had been out that morning and got one for her. Its cover was a knitted owl with big haunting eyes and despite its childlike appearance, Alice loved it. Her dad had given her his sleeping bag he took night fishing – army issue – so she should be warm enough.
She had asked her mum tentatively to buy a bottle of wine for her and her friends to toast her birthday. Alice was often allowed to drink wine at home with Sunday lunch, but only one glass. Her mum laughed, kissed her on the head and left the room. It was worth a shot at least.
Alice knew the boys would bring alcohol, she just didn’t much fancy sharing it with them. In all honesty she would have preferred to leave it alone all together but it was going to be her birthday… peer pressure ruled and dictated that she was suddenly the best reason for a party her class could find and she was being dragged along for the ride.
Parties at Hill End were forbidden by the teachers and they were known for scouring the fields and dormitories sniffing out unlicensed activity for punishment, well that or they were getting pissed themselves while one was left on duty.
It was also traditionally an excuse for people to have sex. The stories that filtered down through the year groups gone before seemed to describe it as a rite of passage or something? Alice was not going to be one of them, but she could have probably made a list of suspects whom she thought would be.
Unfortunately, the man she was interested in was older, a handsome teacher who had undoubtedly found his rite of passage many years ago.
It made Alice sick to think that she may have convinced herself he felt something for her. The way he looked at her sometimes, she had deluded herself into thinking it was a sexual thing. An innocent brush of a leg had become foreplay in the warped world she existed in. Then at the party the other night… the moments they’d shared? Was it all in her imagination or not? Did he know she was obsessed with him? Did he joke about it in the staffroom with the other teachers? Or did he think of her in all the ways she thought of him?
If
It felt more than the need for sex. More than owning her. Why had his body and part of his brain chosen now to become helplessly attracted to a woman that he couldn’t possess?
All the women in the damn world and he’d picked Alice Rutherford, sexy as hell in a PVC cat suit that her parents should never have let her out in…
Halloween had definitely well and truly fucked him.
CONCENTRATE, AND ASK AGAIN
Saturday 4 th November
A lice looked at her wardrobe and then back at the bag, surely she could fit more of it into the tightly packed rucksack. She needed more stuff. She needed to have all bases covered. Hill End was on Monday so she had two days to plan what she was going to take with her.
It was also going to be her birthday while they were away. Her class had clocked this thanks to Cara’s big mouth and they were already talking parties and drinking.
Hill End was a bit like an outward bound centre. Every year the sixth form students would get the chance to experience the joys of the great outdoors: hiking, camping and making fires. Orienteering, cooking, team games and camaraderie with your fellow students. It sounded wonderful, right? Why then the school chose to do it in the winter was a total mystery to her?
Apparently it was always freezing, muddy and drink-fuelled. The boys were looking forward to it with vigour and the girls with trepidation. Alice was relieved to hear that you only had to camp outdoors for one night and rest of the week you bunked down in dormitories with running water… but no heating. You were even advised to bring hot water bottles with you to keep your body temperature at a safe level. Alice’s mum had been out that morning and got one for her. Its cover was a knitted owl with big haunting eyes and despite its childlike appearance, Alice loved it. Her dad had given her his sleeping bag he took night fishing – army issue – so she should be warm enough.
She had asked her mum tentatively to buy a bottle of wine for her and her friends to toast her birthday. Alice was often allowed to drink wine at home with Sunday lunch, but only one glass. Her mum laughed, kissed her on the head and left the room. It was worth a shot at least.
Alice knew the boys would bring alcohol, she just didn’t much fancy sharing it with them. In all honesty she would have preferred to leave it alone all together but it was going to be her birthday… peer pressure ruled and dictated that she was suddenly the best reason for a party her class could find and she was being dragged along for the ride.
Parties at Hill End were forbidden by the teachers and they were known for scouring the fields and dormitories sniffing out unlicensed activity for punishment, well that or they were getting pissed themselves while one was left on duty.
It was also traditionally an excuse for people to have sex. The stories that filtered down through the year groups gone before seemed to describe it as a rite of passage or something? Alice was not going to be one of them, but she could have probably made a list of suspects whom she thought would be.
Unfortunately, the man she was interested in was older, a handsome teacher who had undoubtedly found his rite of passage many years ago.
It made Alice sick to think that she may have convinced herself he felt something for her. The way he looked at her sometimes, she had deluded herself into thinking it was a sexual thing. An innocent brush of a leg had become foreplay in the warped world she existed in. Then at the party the other night… the moments they’d shared? Was it all in her imagination or not? Did he know she was obsessed with him? Did he joke about it in the staffroom with the other teachers? Or did he think of her in all the ways she thought of him?
If
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