Chapter 5 Private tutor

The men's locker room smelled like sweat, disinfectant and athlete deodorant. Lockers were being slammed as people talked rather too loudly.

Practice was over, and Cephan stood at his locker taking a gulp of water from his bottle. He needed to see Miss Abby before he headed home.

Lost in his thoughts, Cephan didn't notice how quiet the locker room became. He didn't take notice of the footsteps that approached him until someone called his name.

"Hey, Miller!"

Cephan turned sharply to see Dav and his other guys. He rolled his eyes wondering what they wanted or maybe they wanted to pay him back for what he had done to them a week ago.

"Hey, Dav. You have a pretty interesting thing going on on your face. Don't tell me that's a new fashion thing you picked up," he mocked, banging his locker shut.

"I gotta go anyway."

As Cephan made to jog past them, Chuck pulled him back pushing him towards the locker. The back of his head throbbed as he forcefully hit it on the metal locker.

"Shit, that hurts man," he winced, massaging the back of his head.

He sighed and looked straight into Dav's eyes.

"Come at me and I'll make sure to break each of your legs and arms so you wouldn't have to come for practice," Cephan threatened, his eyes firing bullets at Dav and his men.

Cephan marched off, his shoulders scraping hard against Mason's. It was already late and Miss Abby probably left while those bastards tried to have him in the locker room, so he quickened his step taking long strides to her office.

"God let her be around," he muttered a prayer impulsively, turning the knob and pushing it open.

Immediately he barged into the office, their eyes met, he stared at her lips for what seemed like a minute before deciding to come in.

"I'm sorry for coming in without knocking, Miss Abby," he said suddenly feeling guilty for disrespecting his teacher.

Abby smiled a little and dipped her head telling him to come in and lock the door behind him.

"It's fine, Cephan, why are you here? I didn't know you missed me that much," she teased pushing her laptop aside.

Cephan rolled his eyes, closing the distance between them. She stood, unwilling to crane her neck for him.

It wasn't her fault, Cephan was a basketball player and their heights were something else.

"I thought you already left but I'm glad you're here," he breathed, slipping his hand around her slender waist.

Abby blinded by fascination, stared at his face, his eyes were like gray storm and his lips... fuck... she couldn't describe how they made her feel. Her heartbeat quickened and her body tensed at the mere thought of him touching her.

"I want you to tutor me," he said, bringing her back from her unholy thoughts.

Abby raised an eyebrow and moved away from him back to her seat.

"That's not bad, but why? You're basically a B student that's why you're still in sports," she questioned, her eyes sweeping his body.

Fuck me!

She cursed wondering when she became this used to having him around, when she craved his body so much.

Abby had tossed and turned throughout the night because he wasn't there with her. It hadn't been long since they knew each other intimately but her stupid body greedily wanted more of him.

"I just wanted to get a better grade considering this is my last exam here," he replied, tearing his eyes away from her and staring at the laptop on the desk.

Cephan knew he only wanted to spend more time with her because no one knew what would happen after graduation. They probably wouldn't even see each other again.

"So what do I get in return?" She asked so suddenly that it surprised Cephan.

"What?"

"You know, many tutors request money. I'm asking what I get in return," she repeated, a wide smirk spreading across her lips.

Cephan Miller scoffed, took her by the hand and pulled her towards him so that her breast hit his chest.

"I'll tell you this weekend, yes?"

She said nothing so he smashed his lips on hers taking her to the table. She didn't fight him off.

She loved it.

"Let's meet at your place this weekend and I'll tell you exactly what you get-" Cephan sucked hard at her lower lip, a moan leaving her mouth.

"Miss Abby Sean," he added, kissing her hair.

Abby smiled in response. She couldn't wait for the weekend and she wished it would come fast.

***

The weekend finally came although it seemed like three years passed before it came.

Abby called her cleaners to do a thorough cleaning not only because it was that time of the month, but she was also expecting someone.

"I'm just a tutor," she sighed knowing full well she was deceiving herself.

After ten pacing around, five unholy thoughts, and what seemed like forever, a knock finally came. Abby rushed to the door and opened it without checking who it was.

"You ordered pizza," the man at the door said. She didn't know why she felt disappointed, but that was what age felt.

"Thank you, I'll take that."

Abby looked up at the familiar voice and her lips spread into a wide smile.

"You're here!" She half squealed, thanking the delivery guy and ushering her man... Cephan in.

Shutting the door, she folded her arms and looked at him pretending to be annoyed.

"It's way past noon, Mr Miller!"

Cephan laughed, wrapping his arms around her. "You're cute when you're angry, did anyone tell you that?" He asked, changing the subject. He didn't want to ruin the mood by telling her how his father had been beaten up by some of his fellow gamblers.

"Don't change the subject!" She reprimanded, but let him kiss her cheeks, bite her ear and slide his tongue into her mouth.

"Should we study then? I have all my materials ready!"

***

Lessons went well or so they tried to deceive themselves.

"If you get this right then we can rest now," she said, taking a slice of pizza from the box that sat on the table.

Cephan grinned, working his hands off on the paper before him.

"I'm sure I got it now," he said after a few minutes of brain racking.

Abby looked at the answer and groaned, she knew he was failing on purpose.

"So do we have to rest now?" He asked, taking her chin and planting a kiss on her already wet lips.

"Maybe we should take a break and I'll tell you what you get in return," he whispered huskily.

All those kissing and maths were making him hard. His heart rate increased by just looking at the line between her breasts, and when she hit his head for purposely failing, he almost lost it.

"You're right, a little rest won't be that bad," she agreed, shutting the book in front of her.

Cephan pulled her up and sat her on the table, he tugged at her shirt, his hands sliding into the shirt, he popped open her bra.

"Shall we begin?"

**

"Must you leave, it's already late?" Abby murmured standing at the door with him. She didn't want him to leave, but it looked like the best thing to do because at that point her legs were weak.

"Yes, my dad's not really feeling okay, he got in an accident," he lied.

No one would want to stay at Abby's more than Cephan. He desired her and wanted every bit of her, but his father was waiting - Mr Miller needed some drugs and someone had to change his bandage.

"I'll come later tomorrow, but it's not a promise, sweetheart... Miss Abby," he corrected himself, feeling embarrassed.

Abby laughed, softly patting his cheeks.

"It's Abby to you. Drop the Miss when we're together, okay?"

He nodded, pulling her in for a last hug. He kissed her nose making her turn bright pink.

"I'll see you around, Abby."

Once Abby shut the door, he leaned against it heaving wearily. He didn't really have much money to spare but father needed the drugs the doctor had recommended.

"Fuck this," he cursed slapping his temple.

Just then something ran in the shadows catching his attention.

He sighed, paying no heed to it. It was probably one of those neighborhood kids who loved to get in trouble.