Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

Chapter 94: First Love 

EMMA’s POV :

Sophie was expecting me to spill some tea about Elliott when I land, she didn’t, however, expect that I would actually bring the entire person with me.

To say that Tristan and Sophie were shocked to get another roommate in the apartment would be an understatement.

But honestly, I was shocked too.

I was still in complete denial until I woke up the next morning and saw Elliott sleeping next to me in my queen size bed.

Sophie said I was crazy to let a guy I've known for a few months uproot his entire life for me.

Tristan said Elliott and I wouldn't last another three months in the States.

Sophie was right, but Tristan was wrong.

It was a crazy move, but somehow, Elliott and I made it work.

He was kind and easy to get along with.

Being with him was uncomplicated and effortless.

The universe seemed to be on our side too, because by the end of the summer, Elliott was offered a job teaching music at a private school nearby.

The school even provided housing for him, he got a one bedroom apartment a few train stops away from mine.

Elliott went back to Paris once in that summer to deal with the work visa and all the stuff he left behind at his apartment.

When he came back, I picked him up at the airport, and at that moment I knew: we were in this for the long haul.

---- Three Months Later - - - -

Summer was over in a flash and I was back on U Penn's campus again by that fall.

Being in Paris for a year was a great experience, but I've missed this place so much.

I loved that everyone here speaks English and I didn't have to worry about directions.

I loved that we have Chipotle right next to a Popeye’s and Chick-fill -A.

Most of all, I loved being around people that I know and love.

I could always count on Tristan and Sophie to make me feel loved and keep me entertained.

Sophie was ecstatic about being college seniors.

She and Micah had broken up for the twentieth and final time.

Choosing to focus on her future career instead, Sophie worked her butt off and she got all these job interviews all lined up.

She was on track with her plan to move to Chicago or New York after college.

Meanwhile, Tristan and Tiff were going steady.

They were doing long distance since Tiff enrolled at the University of Florida last year.

Tristan and Tiff finally understood my struggles with long distance relationships.

Fortunately, they were good at communicating and putting each other’s first.

They made it look so easy compared to lan and me.

Uh-oh, I said his name again...We had broken up for over a year.We had no contact with each other since.

I had moved on and I was happily dating someone else.

Still, I didn't understand why saying his name still affected me so much after all this time.

Shaking off all thoughts of him, I focused myself on the task at hand.

I was standing on Elliot’s kitchen floor, hunched over the counter as my eyes squinted over this recipe book. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

I was making dinner tonight, Coq Au Vin, which was Elliott’s favorite food.

It was a Friday night and we had just finished midterms week.

Sophie was out celebrating, and of course, she dragged Tristan with her.

She would have dragged me out too if I didn’t tell her I had plans with Elliott.

It was Elliott's twenty six birthday today.

I asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday and he asked me to make him dinner.

So here I was, standing in his kitchen, trying my best to cut and butter these baby potatoes.

I was never the best cook, so even the smallest task required my fullest attention.

I was lost in the rhythm of cooking when I heard the front door jiggle open.

I whipped my head around and saw Elliott beaming at me.

He had a bottle of wine in one hand and a bouquet of roses in the other.

"Hey, sorry I'm late.Got held up with parent teacher- night at the school,"

he said as he strode over and planted a sweet kiss on my cheek.

"No worries.Dinner’s almost ready,"I replied.

"These are for you, love,"he handed the fresh red roses to me.They were bright and beautiful.

"Oh, it smells good, thank you,"

I turned around and reached for an empty vase.

I was busy putting some water into the vase while at the same time keeping an eye on the simmering stew, when I felt Elliott's hand snaked around my waist.

"Hmm, you also smell good,"he murmured to my skin.

"Stop distracting me or I’m gonna overcook it,"I hissed.

"Don't I at least get a birthday kiss?"

Letting out a defeated sigh, I turned around to face him and stood on my tippy toes, closing the distance between both our lips.

He smiled victoriously after the kiss and I turned back to my brewing stew.

"There, now you go sit your pretty ass down,"I ordered.

"Yes ma’am,"he chuckled.

Elliott walked over and sat down on the table but his gaze was fixed on me.

He watched intently as I finished the stew.

I stirred it a few more times and turned off the stove.

Carefully, I poured the contents on a serving plate and put a little garnish on top.

I was beaming with excitement as I served the food on the table.

Elliott popped open the wine and poured some into our glasses."Well, how is it?"

I asked as soon as he put a spoonful of the chicken to his mouth, "Tell me if it’s bad, I can take it,"

He paused for a moment, swallowing hard before saying, "It’s not bad..."

"But it’s not great either?"

I slumped in defeat.

"That doesn't matter because who made it matters more,"

he said as he reached across the table and took my hand.

"No, that’s not the same thing,"I pouted.

"I’m sorry I sucked,"

"No, you don't, love.You're brilliant...outside the kitchen, definitely.In the bedroom, especially,"he smiled meaningfully.

"Stop,"

I blushed and pulled my hand away.

We laughed it off and continued with dinner.

Honestly, on a scale of one to ten, I would say that my Cog Au Vin was about a 7.But Elliott had much higher standards for French cuisine, to him it was more of a 5.5.

And that was him being generous.

After dinner, we had dessert, of course.

I didn’t make it, but I bought a classic strawberry Fraisier cake from our favorite bakery downtown.

I put a little candle on top and I got him to make a wish before he blew it.

I swiped a little icing with my finger when he closed his eyes and brushed it over his nose and laughed maniacally.

He shook his head at my immature antics and laughed.

He then gripped my hand tightly and I thought he was going to exact his revenge on me so, I squirmed in my seat.

But instead, he brought my finger up to his lips and sucked on it gently, making sure my finger was clean of icing.

That got me to stop laughing and started blushing.

Anyway, we ate the cake and drank some more wine.

After I finished my third glass that night, I was absolutely tipsy.

We started dancing and suddenly I couldn't keep my balance, I ended up falling flat on my butt.

I was a laughing and giggling mess as Elliott got me up to my feet and my body instinctively leaned against him.

"Okay, I think that’s enough wine,"he commented.

Ignoring his comment, I linked my arms.

sloppily around his neck and pulled his face down towards mine.

Our lips crashed and I kissed him hard, tasting the sweet remnants of wine on his tongue.

Elliott returned the kiss just as passionately and he led me towards his room.

We didn’t break the kiss until we reached his bed and he pushed me down on my stomach.

He took this opportunity to slip out of his sweater and pants, leaving him with only his boxer briefs.

I followed suit and unzipped my dress from the back.

He helped me pull it down from my body and I kicked it to the side.

Elliott's eyes hooded with lust when he saw that I was wearing my white lace bra and panties.

I noted the bulge on his briefs was tenting and before I could do anything else, he was on top of me and his lips were on me again.

"Mmm...yes..."

I let out a moan as I felt his bulge rubbing against my clit.

His mouth now moved down my chest and his hands skillfully unhooked my bra.

He kissed each one of my nipples erect before fondling them with both his hands.

Meanwhile, my hand made its way south and slipped into his briefs, finding his hardening length.

I pulled him out and massaged him slowly, making sure I paid attention to his balls too because I knew he liked that.

"Hmm...oh yes, love,"

he groaned appreciatively and my hands massaged him harder.

It didn’t take long for him to get rock hard and pre-cum started dripping from his tip.

I was getting impatient, so I brought his length closer to me, guiding him to my entrance.

Elliott complied with my request.

Using one hand, he swiped the lace fabric covering my hole to the side and let his tip enter my core.

I arched my back towards him and opened my legs further, giving him more access.

Elliott took the cue and pushed himself deeper into me, slow and steadily.

We stopped using condoms since Elliott and I had been dating for about eight months now.

I was on the pill though, of course.

"Oh, Emma, you feel so good, love,"

he grunted as my wet walls contracted around him.

He pulled one of my legs up and put it over his shoulder, leaving me even more exposed to him.

"Yes, that’s it.Faster,"

I urged him when I felt his thrusts were getting stronger.

His mouth was leaving hot kisses all around my neck and his finger was rubbing my clit incessantly.

I was quivering under his touch, my breathing became shallow and fast.

I could feel the heat building up in my stomach, aching for release.

He knew it too, because he picked up the pace and plunged into me faster and faster."Oh...I'm cumming...!""

My eyes fluttered closed in the intensity of the moment.

"Yes, come for me baby,"

"Oh, yes...la—n, ah!"

I came hard, thrashing and panting all around the bed.

And the craziest part...

I had said his name out loud! But my scream was mumbled as I was panting breathlessly.

Elliott didn't catch it and he kept going.

He was also in his own world.

He was moaning and groaning aloud as he continued ramming his length into my core.

"Oh, Emma...Emma...Oh...!"

Finally, after a few more thrusts, he came inside me as my name rolled from his lips.

His length twitched and pulsed, filling me with hot spurts of liquid.

Elliott was absolutely spent and satisfied.

With a lazy smile, he leaned down to kiss my lips before pulling me into a hug.

So we lay there on the bed, he was spooning me and his arms were wrapped around my stomach.

Elliott's ragged breaths had calmed down and he was drifting into sleep.

I, however, was wide awake and absolutely mortified.

I couldn't believe I had said his name out loud...during sex...

with another guy! Even though Elliott didn’t hear it, I heard it, I knew what I said.

I felt absolutely horrible.

I was the most horrible person in the world.

I couldn't get a wink of sleep that night.

Elliott had rolled over to his side and I was left to move around freely.

My eyes darted to the clock and it was past 3 AM.

No matter how hard I tried, my eyes wouldn't stay shut for more than five seconds.

Sighing to myself, I gave up on trying to sleep and got up instead.

I was feeling a little cold, so I pulled a T-shirt from Elliott's dresser and put it on.

While walking back to bed, I caught sight of Elliott's work desk on the corner of the room and he had his laptop there.

I didn’t know what came over me.

It was late at night and maybe I was delirious from the wine, but I ended up going over to the laptop and opening Google.

My mind was blank as I typed in his name.

After scrolling for a while, I saw that there were no new entries regarding him.

That was odd since the gallery was still up and doing exhibitions and Ally’s name was all over the news.

His name, however, was nowhere around.

I decided to check the gallery's website and to my absolute surprise, his name was no longer listed there.

Then I went to Ally’s social media page, thinking I would see loads of pictures of her and lan, but again I was shocked to see that there were none.

Not even a single picture of him or them together.

"..Emma? What are you doing there?"

I heard Elliott's faint voice calling after me.

I looked up and saw that his eyes were half open and his arm was reaching around for me.

"Come back to bed, love,"

I closed the page and turned off the laptop.

I walked back to bed and slipped under the duvet as Elliott's hand pulled me close to him.

His eyes were closed and he moaned appreciatively as his nose snuggled into the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent.

A soft smile curved up his face as he drifted into sleep again.

As I lay there with Elliot's arms around me, I was hit with a dark and complicated realization.

Yes, my body was here on this bed with him, but not my mind.

And definitely not my heart.

They were somewhere else entirely.

Somewhere about ninety miles away from here.

People say that your first love will always have a special place in your heart.

But it’s not just that he has a place in my heart, he still has my heart! Even after all this time and everything I've been through...will I ever get my heart back?

Please, please give it back.