misssmalltown (misssmalltown) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-03-04 14:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | #flashback, cameron, cameron x sadie, sadie |
Who: Sadie and Cam
When: Early June 2017, Late afternoon (Flashback)
Where: Sadie’s home
Status: Complete
Warnings: NSFW (underage)
School had been out for six days, at least for students. For Sadie, and several other teachers, yesterday had been their last official ‘clock in, clock out’ for the summer. Her classroom was clean, her things put away, and in about a month or so, she would return to get preparations started for the 2017-2018 school year. Until then, however, she was going to enjoy her break. She had spent most of the day with her sister, grabbing breakfast at Moxie’s and then hitting the shops on Main St. and the market.
It was inching closer to dinner time when she and Tatum parted ways and Sadie drove home, her trunk full of shopping bags and a few reusable totes of fresh produce from the market. It had been sometime since she’d had a man there to help her carry her bags inside, so she parked her car in the drive near the front path leading to the porch, rather than back by the garage. If she and Jared had still been married, he would have already been heading out to help her with everything, but, well, they weren’t married anymore, and Sadie could handle making a couple trips out to the car on her own.
She got out of the car and used the button on her key fob to unlock the trunk of the HR-V. One thing Sadie loved about summer break was that her professional ‘teacher’ wardrobe went more or less untouched. She could be herself and dress how she wanted without making anyone ‘uncomfortable’. Today she wore a strapless dark green sundress that was dotted with tiny white flowers. The hem skimmed the middle of her thighs. Her white sandals were comfortable, her blonde hair tied up into a loose ponytail. She liked her body, and she liked being looked at. Sadie didn’t think there was anything wrong with that. But she understood that when school was in session, she was representing Chamberlain High, and Sadie was content enough with keeping enough of her skin covered so that it didn’t cause Problems.
As she opened the trunk and began to lift some of the totes out, she glanced over at the sound of a car coming down the street. It was a car she recognized, and she kept her gaze on it even as she leaned down to set the bag of vegetables and fruits on the driveway. Cam Malone, one of her students, was driving, and he must have seen her, because he stopped his car at the front of her driveway. She straightened, one hand still reaching into the back of her car for another bag. But she didn’t stop staring at Cam.
She was teased often by Tatum, or her friends, about how many of her students liked to listen to “Hot for Teacher” because of her. Sadie always dismissed them with a laugh and a wrinkle of her nose. She never thought of her students that way. It was wrong, and inappropriate. But… okay, every now and then she enjoyed some subtle flirting with Cam Malone. He was a handsome kid, popular… charming, to an extent. It made her feel flushed and a little embarrassed, but also, pleased. It was a boost to her ego, which she had needed after divorcing Deputy Teddy Bear and ending up on half of Point Pleasant’s shit list. A little old lady had come up to her once in the grocery store and tried to shame her for cheating on that “handsome young man, that police officer.” Sadie had never been unfaithful to Jared. Their marriage just hadn’t worked out. But that was never good enough for small towns like Point Pleasant. People wanted drama and angst and scandal. And if they couldn’t get it, they made it up. And now, Sadie had been experiencing something of a dry spell, so receiving some attention from an attractive young man had been… nice. Inappropriate, but nice.
“Hi Cam,” Sadie greeted with a smile as she turned back to grab another bag out of her car. “Enjoying your summer?”
Cam’s ‘68 Mustang wasn’t exactly subtle, but that didn’t matter. No reason why he shouldn’t be on this road. He could be going anywhere, doing anything at all. Nobody had to know that he’d been following the pretty blonde teacher for a while, ever since earlier when she’d been with her sister. He had creeper down to a science, and he was stealthy enough not to be caught. How many boring classes had he gotten through this past semester by imagining they were boning in the boys’ locker room or that he was eating her out from under her desk? Too many to count. So why not follow her sometimes and plan for more?
It wasn’t that he was hard up for sex, more that it was a turn on to think about fucking a teacher from his school. He knew just how much he could get away with when he was talking to her, how much he could flirt without being too blatant or hardcore. He did a great sheepish expression when he needed to, as well. Cam was hoping to move in for the kill soon. Well, not literal kill, something that always needed clarifying when it came to Cameron Malone.
“Hey, Ms. Gaines,” he said as he slid out of the car and moved closer, pocketing his car keys. “It’s good, how about yours? Need a hand?” He was all innocent charm despite his attire, a tank top and basketball shorts that outlined all his assets nicely.
Cam was one of the only people in Point Pleasant who called her Ms. instead of Mrs.. Her divorce had only been finalized that spring, so she could understand that maybe it was just habit for people to say Mrs., but...she still appreciated the people who made the distinction between the two. Sadie glanced at Cam approaching again, proud of herself for not blatantly checking him out. Still, it was difficult when so much was on display under that tank top.
Inappropriate, she reminded herself again as she hefted the bag out of her car and into her arms. She turned toward Cam, well aware of what a Bad Idea it would be to accept his help. That would mean inviting him into her home, where there weren't other teachers or students to keep things in check. On the other hand, it wasn't as if Sadie had any plans to act on whatever attraction was there. Cam was a student, and he was just being polite.
"My summer has been fine, Cam, thanks." Sadie shifted her bag in her arms and sighed before looking down at the bags at her feet. "Actually, if you don't mind grabbing those, I would appreciate it. I probably bought more than I needed, to be honest." She reached into her purse with one hand to pull out her house keys. Sadie nodded toward his car and reached up to shut her trunk. "Where are you off to?"
They had never been completely alone. There had always been someone else within earshot if not right next to them. This was unprecedented, and Cam had been waiting for that kind of chance to fall into his lap. He picked up the bags and smiled. “Nowhere in particular, just driving around,” he said in answer to her question. “Thought I might hit the gym afterwhile.” Not that he needed to, but it was a constructive activity that kept him in the kind of shape people noticed. He didn’t look like a roid-head, and he’d never be one because he had no interest in putting that shit in his body, but he was definitely muscular and very well-defined.
"The gym?" Sadie smiled and led him up to the front door where she inserted her house key to get it unlocked. "It's a holiday, you should take a day off from working out. Enjoy yourself." Although she supposed he had all summer to enjoy himself. A boy like Cam had plenty of friends, and girlfriends, she was sure. Sadie knew she was constantly on the go when she was his age and school was out. She led him inside the house and walked back toward the kitchen. It was kind of strange to have a student inside her house - Cam might have been the first, really - but Sadie tried to play it off that he wasn't technically her student now. School was over. "Do you have any plans for the summer?" she asked over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen to set the bag in her arms on top of the island. Small talk was probably the safest route right now.
“I enjoy working out,” Cam said with a grin. He loved being superior, and being in fantastic shape always made him feel that way. He glanced around casually as they walked through to the kitchen, finding that it was about what he would have expected for a woman like Ms. Gaines. Simple yet classy. Putting the bags he was carrying down once they were in the kitchen, he leaned against the island. “Might help my uncle with a few projects around the house and yard,” he said when asked about plans. It was mostly a fabrication, but it was possible it could happen. He had to say he was doing something besides sleeping late, working out and looking for trouble, didn’t he? Cam watched her idly, not making any show of hiding it, liking the way the sundress she wore skimmed her body and left her shoulders bare. She was the hottest teacher at Chamberlain without a doubt.
“Sounds like a labor intensive summer,” Sadie said with a laugh. She began to unload the groceries from the bags, not minding that he was sticking around. She could feel Cam’s eyes on her as she moved, and found she didn’t really mind. It was maybe a little uncomfortable, but not in a bad way, although she was aware that didn’t make a lot of sense. It was as if her head and her body were warring for control here. “I don’t mind jogging, but it’s difficult to get me anywhere near the gym. Especially on a beautiful day.” Sadie glanced back at Cam as she opened her refrigerator to place the bag of apples inside. “Kids your age are supposed to be having parties and picking up girls and getting into trouble. Please don’t tell me things have changed since I was seventeen.”
The way she moved was like poetry, making him feel the way reading poetry in class was supposed to make him feel. Cam had an appreciation of beauty, of aesthetics, and he couldn’t help but find Sadie Gaines very pleasing. He wouldn’t have said he had a crush, because he didn’t have the necessary wiring inside him to have feelings toward anyone, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want her. “Sometimes I run outside instead,” he said to her comment about the gym on a beautiful day. He gave her a smirk when she looked at him again and held up one finger as if to emphasize his point. “I’m almost eighteen.” He wanted to say that he wasn’t a kid, but he supposed that technically he was. Still, the older the better in this case.
If they hadn't spent the better part of the past year exchanging knowing gazes in school, and engaging in subtle flirting, Sadie would have laughed off Cam's comment about being almost eighteen. The young always wanting to rush into adulthood, where they would undoubtedly wish once more for their youth.
But Sadie knew Cam was making the point for a reason. Maybe to tip the odds into his favor of something happening between them. Even if he was almost eighteen, he wasn't eighteen yet. And would that make it any better? Cam would be a senior in the fall, and likely in one of her classes again. Sadie shut the fridge and returned to the island counter where she tried to focus on emptying the bag in front of her. But Cam was distracting just with his presence, and Sadie was beginning to feel a little silly about her reaction to him. "Getting older isn't all it's cracked up to be," Sadie pointed out after a moment, a small smile on her lips. "It's responsibility and obligations. Always doubting your choices."
Cam moved a little closer when she moved back toward him, positioning his body for maximum notice if she happened to glance at him again. “You’re not that old,” he said. Weren’t thirties supposed to be the sexual peak for women? He hadn’t yet bagged anyone over twenty-five or so, and he’d love to find out. “And I’m not that worried about responsibilities. You shouldn’t be either. It’s summer.” As she’d so deftly pointed out earlier. He let his gaze skim over her bare neck and shoulders as if maybe he could burn a path into her skin, somehow transmit how hot he was for her. He knew she was for him, too, even if she was trying to deny it to herself.
Sadie was acutely aware of it when Cam shifted closer to her. She felt a surge of adrenaline inside of her - or perhaps it was arousal - and Sadie set the remaining groceries from the bag onto the island. She had an excuse to move away, to put things in the cabinets in their proper places, but she didn't. She looked at him instead, wondering how on earth a boy his age could be so confident in hitting on a teacher, of all people. A very faint voice in the back of her mind reminded her that he wasn't necessarily a kid. He was seventeen, almost eighteen. He had probably lost his virginity years ago. Boys like Cam Malone always had girls hanging around, so she doubted he was desperate to get laid. "Adults don't get to put their responsibilities on the back burner just because it's summer," Sadie pointed out with a very small smile. She looked at Cam, wishing she could just send him away and go upstairs to take care of the heat between her legs by herself. That was the safe thing to do. The proper thing. "I don't know that this is a good idea, Cam," she murmured, her gaze still locked on his. He would know what she was talking about, because Sadie wasn't sure she had the patience to keep dodging the elephant in the room.
Cam’s virginity had waved bye bye at the age of not quite fifteen-- that was before he’d gotten into the occasional masked rape, of course-- and he had a wealth of experience that he loved to put to use whenever he could. He’d done his research on Sadie Gaines and knew that she was divorced and hadn’t really dated anyone since then. Perfect. She might be even easier to sway because of that fact. He was pleased when she dropped any pretense and addressed the intense sexual tension blazing between them. He shifted closer, close enough that his crotch was nearly touching her hip, and lowered his voice as if someone might overhear them. “Have you ever noticed how the worst ideas are the most fun?” he said. He lowered his lashes slightly, as if overcome by emotion, and then slowly met her gaze again. “I mean… nobody has to know.” Nobody could know. This wasn’t something Cam would try to leak to gain cool points, because if he did, no more hot teacher sex ever.
Sadie brought a hand up with the intent of pushing him back a little but she hesitated and lowered it back to the counter top instead. Yes, the logical side of her brain was quickly pointing out that the 'worst idea' here could get her fired. Maybe even arrested, since Cam wasn't eighteen yet. The aroused side of her brain was reminding her that she hadn't had sex in solong. And honestly, the flattery was something of an ego boost. Sadie knew she was pretty. She'd had some men interested in her, but they hadn't done much for her at all in terms of attraction. "I'm almost eighteen years older than you," Sadie told him, sounding almost amused by that fact. She shifted now to face him and found she couldn't take a step back, even though she knew she should. "I find it hard to believe you have a shortage of girls to sleep with." She tried not to look down at their bodies, nearly touching now. She could smell him this close, which was just another strike against the logical part of her mind that was still trying wrestle control from everything else.
Cam looked older than nearly eighteen. He was reasonably tall and built and even his features had a more adult cast than those of some high school seniors. His goal was to make her forget how young he was… unless that was some kind of kink for her. “It’s not really about age for me, more about hotness,” he said, smiling when she turned so their bodies were almost aligned. His dick was rising to the occasion, beginning to push out the front of his shorts, and he knew that she’d feel it if he moved just half an inch closer. He broke his gaze to look down at the spot where the pulse beat in her neck and lifted two fingers to trace over it. “All I could think about in your class the last couple months is how much I want you,” he whispered, finally closing that last half inch between them.
More about hotness. Of course it was about 'hotness'. He was a teenage boy. He was all hormones at the moment. The soft laugh that formed in her throat seemed stuck when he touched her. She could feel his own arousal as soon as he stepped in closer to her. It didn't surprise her to hear that he had wanted her. Given how they had behaved around one another during the school year, she already knew he did. But it had been innocent flirtation. This was much more than that, and much more dangerous. Her body felt warm, her pulse quickening under his fingers. She was already wet, which was a little embarrassing, but also made her feel like a teenager again herself. There was one last rational push in her mind to put a stop to this. The consequences far outweighed whatever pleasure she might derive from it. Right? But like a hormonal teenager, Sadie couldn't quite put the brakes on something that deep down she knew was going to happen as soon as she had accepted his offer to bring her grocery bags inside. "You can't tell anyone," Sadie whispered, stepping in closer to Cam so that their bodies were unbearably close now, and she could feel his hard on press against her. "Promise."
“Never,” Cam murmured, carefully backing her against the island now that she’d closed the distance, now that it was clear this was going to happen. He tilted his head, his eyes half-closing and his mouth brushing hers. Not a kiss, not yet, but a prelude to one. Building the anticipation was part of the fun: he wanted to get her to the point where she burned for him, where all she wanted was satisfaction and nothing else registered. “Promise,” he added, very softly. He added slight pressure by pushing his hips forward, wanting to up the ante by applying friction where it would feel best. He absolutely couldn’t wait for her to see what he had for her; he’d had one girl call him freakishly big, and while that wasn’t exactly true, he was substantial.
Sadie could feel her heart pounding in her chest. There was a sense of exhilaration and anticipation... and somehow knowing how wrong this was only made her want it more. She felt the edge of the island cut into her back, but Sadie didn't mind the mild discomfort. She was too focused on Cam's presence, the way he pressed himself against her. For a woman of thirty five, knowing she could turn on a young, virile man like Cam Malone did wonders for her ego and her libido. Sadie knew that he could be lying to her, that he could promise everything to get laid and then turn around and text all his buddies about this, but... she had a gut feeling that this would stay between them. At least that's what she wanted to believe, otherwise this couldn't happen. Sadie reached out for the hem of Cam's tank top. She pulled it up his body to take it off, no longer wanting to draw this out. If it was happening, it was happening and she was more than a little eager for it.
There were times when Cam was more than happy to tell secrets, but he generally arranged for someone else to leak it. That way he couldn’t be blamed and he could fully enjoy the results. In this case, he wouldn’t say a word. He knew which side his bread was buttered on, so to speak. He lifted his arms and assisted Sadie in getting his tank top off-- if he was going to be fucking her, he was going to stop thinking of her as Ms. Gaines-- and let it fall to the floor. His next move was hunting for fastenings on the back of her sundress and quickly getting it pulled down to drop to her waist, taking a few seconds to enjoy the sight of the lacy strapless bra she wore before going in for an actual kiss. As he licked his way into her mouth, he thought about how hot this must look: two attractive, half-dressed people going at it in a kitchen. He’d be fine with however, wherever she wanted to do it. Here, living room, bedroom.
Sadie didn't bother helping Cam with the back of her dress. He seemed to know what he was doing. She left the material pooled around her waist for the moment, distracted by Cam's mouth catching hers in a kiss. She parted her lips and moaned at the first stroke of his tongue. It was such a vague thought, and an equally inappropriate one, but Sadie was relieved that Cam wasn't likely to be a fumbling virgin. He had the kind of confidence that came with a boy his age having had gotten laid before. And probably multiple times. Sadie felt the fire burn even hotter between her thighs, and she would have been more than happy to climb up onto the edge of the island counter and let him fuck her right there. But... Sadie wasn't completely daft. She was on birth control, but her condoms were upstairs, and she wasn't about to let him go in bare.
Breathless, Sadie took Cam's hand and pulled away from him and the island to lead him quickly down the hall to the stairs. It wasn't a large house, and there were only six stairs leading to the second floor. Her bedroom was at the end of the hall, and Sadie felt more comfortable there, if only because it was the second floor and the curtains would be closed.
Cam always kept a condom in his wallet, which was in the side pocket of his shorts. Technically he knew that was a no-no, but it wasn’t like they stayed there long enough to get dried out or damaged. He was pathological about protection, not being some stupid teenage boy who’d end up with chlamydia by the time he was fifteen by banging anyone any way. He was much more calculating than the average teenager and always had been, though. He took the stairs easily, his fingers in hers, and stepped out of his shorts as soon as they hit the bedroom. Next came his boxer briefs, which he stripped from his body with absolutely no self-consciousness. His next move was to step close enough to her to undo her strapless bra and toss it away, giving her a little smile before letting his eyes wander back to what he’d just exposed.
Sadie was a little taken aback when Cam ditched his clothes without any reluctance, but she supposed it was that confidence she had been admiring earlier. She watched him approach, and didn't protest when he unhooked her bra. Sadie knew the only reluctance she felt was from the tiny part of her brain shrieking about morality. Of course, that voice was quickly silenced as soon as Cam's gaze was on her, her breasts free now. Sadie was thirty five, but she took care of herself. She wasn't ashamed of her body and she knew plenty of men in town admired it. Sadie reached up to slip her fingers around the nape of his neck, pulling Cam down to kiss her again. Her other hand slid over his chest and down to his waist, drawing him close so that their bodies touched.
The sense of accomplishment was thrilling for Cam. This was a teacher, only eleven years younger than his mom, and he’d gotten somewhere with her. Not that anyone could ever know, but bragging rights didn’t matter to him in this case. What mattered was making the kiss they shared harder and hotter and then slipping his fingers into the waistband of her panties to begin working them down. He wondered if she’d ride him; he’d love to see her that way, savor the sight and the memories he’d have when they were back at school and he could look at her and think of every little detail. Not that he planned on this being a one-time thing, of course.
Sadie knew without a doubt that this was probably the fantasy of a lot of teenage boys. She was just trying not to think too hard about it. It was difficult to think about anything, to be honest. Cam was a skilled kisser, and she couldn't remember the last time she had felt like that kind of heated, raw passion. Probably the first year or so of being with Jared. Not that she was thinking about him either. A small shiver went through her when Cam began to push her panties down her hips. She had always found it incredibly sexy when someone else undressed her. Sadie liked feeling wanted and desired, which was exactly what she was feeling now. Not wanting to delay this too much longer, Sadie drew Cam toward the bed. Her heart was racing, every nerve ending in her body feeling as though it was on fire. The anticipation of what was about to happen was thrilling, and she sent up a little prayer to whatever God existed that he would at least know what he was doing. If she was going to risk this, she better get something out of it.
The girls and women who’d slept with Cam willingly had never left unsatisfied, unless they were not the type to be fully satisfied with a sexual encounter. It wasn’t spurred by a desire to please them but by a desire to be the best, in every way. The competitiveness that lived inside Cam Malone never took a rest. He willingly moved over to the bed with her, disengaging only to fall onto his back, giving her a full view of his hard, muscled athlete’s body and everything else. His gaze never left hers except for a few moments to admire her lush curves. Cam felt sure she wouldn’t have ever done this before. She wasn’t the type. He loved being the exception to someone’s rules. Licking his lips, he reached out a hand for her.
No, Sadie had never done this before, nor had it ever crossed her mind. She was still feeling a little apprehensive, well aware of how wrong it was, but unable to fully resist it. Still, Sadie took Cam's hand and moved onto the bed with him. She began to kiss him again, finding it much easier to focus on what was happening physically rather than what was going on in her head. She needed to quiet that down, and quickly. Sadie let her hand roam, smoothing over his chest and abdomen, more than ready to let go and enjoy this while she could.
Cam was determined to distract Sadie from any misgivings she might be having as he kissed her back and gently tugged her on top of him, using his hands to adjust her hips so she’d be feeling exactly what he had for her. He knew there’d need to be a condom involved, but hopefully she had one handy. He wasn’t much interested in getting up to go get one from his wallet but he could if necessary. He snaked a hand up between them to palm one breast and then roll a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It was a precise touch: not too hard but hard enough that she’d feel it.
Feeling Cam's hard cock pressed up against her had Sadie shivering with anticipation, and her eyelids felt heavy with arousal. She moaned softly when he touched her and Sadie leaned down to brush her lips against his, rolling her hips over his cock so he could feel how wet she was for him. There seemed to be no need to draw this out, as they both wanted the same thing. Sadie pulled away from Cam's mouth and reached over to her nightstand to tug open the drawer. She had condoms buried inside, though the box was nearly full. She hadn't needed many since her divorce from Jared was finalized. Sadie tore one off of the pack and straightened over Cam. She made quick work of rolling the condom on over his cock, her breath catching lightly in her throat. The ache in her body had overwhelmed the doubt in her mind, and she tossed the foil package to the side before placing her palm on Cam's check, using it for balance as she lifted her hips and guided him into her.
Cam had had plenty of sex in his relatively brief life, and he knew what to do and how to do it. Expert level, baby. Still, there was no denying that it was an extra special rush to bag a teacher. So forbidden, so hot, so dirty. He was briefly still, accommodating her slide onto him, letting his eyes briefly squeeze shut at the heated clench of her body around him. His breath left him in a sharp exhale before he shuddered another breath back in and opened his eyes, not wanting to miss a second. He wasn’t one to be passive, grasping her hips and gently pushing himself upward, ready to see if she wanted to take this slow or fast and hot. He was going to soak in every second of this, memorize it until he could play it back in his mind anytime he wanted, this and what he hoped would be countless other encounters to come.