Beautiful Burn by Adriane Leigh Page B

teacher,” she
teased. I smiled again before dropping my hand.
    “ So
everything continues as is, and maybe we can get out of town once and
while. If we stay around here too much like we have been we’re
bound to run into someone.”
    “ Okay.”
She ducked under my arm and held me tightly.
    “ But
those sleepovers…” I teased.
    She chuckled
before saying, “Can't wait. So I’ll see you?”
    “ Yup.”
I followed her as she took a few steps backward. I wasn’t ready to
leave her, feeling slightly sad that my time with her was destined to
always be limited, at least for now.
    “ Alright.”
She stretched up on her toes and kissed me one last time before
turning to leave.
    “ Auburn?”
    “ Yeah?”
She spun. The moonlight caught her dark hair, and framed between
darkened cherry branches with the silvery glint of the moon
reflecting in her eyes, she was breathtaking.
    “ Thank
you.” I wasn’t sure what I was saying it for, but it felt
necessary. A half smile lifted her cheeks as she turned again.
    I watched her walk
all the way up the path. I wanted this night burned in my memory
forever.

ten
    The
week following our night at the cherry orchard, Auburn pulled out all
the stops. It was officially game on. I could see it in her eyes when
she walked into class Monday morning. The sparkle, the too short
skirt, the front row seat to my lecture on showing versus telling. It
was a basic concept that was hard for even a seasoned writer to nail.
    Auburn on the other hand had no
problem showing me in no uncertain terms what she wanted. The flash
of neon pink panties between her thighs as she crossed and uncrossed
her legs throughout my lecture told me she was thinking about me
inside her, just like I was. Which is why that night we met at my
tiny apartment and I fucked her against the front door, and then
again in the shower for good measure. She stayed that night and
wrapping up in clean cotton with Auburn was just this side of Heaven.
    She
left me early Tuesday morning to spend the day with her grandma. Her
heart was the biggest I’d ever had the pleasure of knowing, and she
wore it on her sleeve. What Auburn thought--what she meant--all of it
was laid bare on her beautiful, angular face. It was one of the
things I loved most about spending time with her, I could simply be
me.
    Auburn
slept in my bed Tuesday night, too. I'd texted her after ten pm just
to say hi and we'd ended up chatting back and forth for two hours
before I finally convinced her to come over and have the conversation
in person.
    I
greeted her when she crossed my kitchen threshold with a swift smack
on her ass. She yelped with the sting and then giggled and sped off
to my bedroom. She tried to lock herself in, but wasn’t fast
enough. I burst through just as she was stripping out of her yoga
pants and tank top. My cock pounded behind my fleece shorts as my
eyes soaked up the soft dips and creamy tint of her body. In under a
minute I had her bent over, hands pressed to the vanity, and I was
pushing inside of her. I placed playful nips and licks along the
curve of her spine. My teeth dug into her shoulder blade when I
swirled my fingertips around her clit and made her cum with me.
Auburn had a thing for pain, not intense, but just enough to take our
lovemaking up another notch. It was something I had never
experimented with, and I didn't even know I was into sex on
the rougher side until Auburn.
    Thirty
minutes later we were wrapped in a single sheet, naked and damp from
a last minute shower, and drifting to sleep in utter contentment. And
even in those moments, when I felt at complete peace, there was a
sense of impending doom. The balloon would surely pop, and I was
terrified of the aftermath. I only hoped these moments with her and I
would make the risk worth the reward.

eleven
    After
a long week of countless things that required instant attention, I
found myself bored and thinking of Auburn on Friday night. After
watching a baseball game on