The Infidelity Chain by Tess Stimson

 
4
Cate
    ‘C’mon, Cate. Relax,’ Dan murmurs. ‘I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want
     to.’
    ‘I know, but . . .’
    He strokes the side of my cheek with the back of his hand, tilts my head and kisses me softly on the lips. It’s like being in a movie; I
     could do this all day.
    Then his hand slides up my calf, and I quickly cross my knees so he doesn’t get the wrong idea.
    ‘Hey. It’s OK, you know. My students won’t be here for ages. We’re cool.’ He drops gentle, nuzzling kisses down my
     neck; it tickles, and I giggle. ‘Just go with the flow, baby. Soon as you want me to stop, say so, and I will.’
    His knuckles brush my breast, back and forth, back and forth, and even though I’m wearing a bra and a school blouse and a gross woolly
     jumper, my nipple goes all hard, and a warm wet feeling spreads between my legs.
    ‘You’re so beautiful, Cate,’ Dan says thickly. ‘Please, can I just look at you properly? I
     won’t do anything, I swear. I just want to see you. Let me undo your blouse, please. That’s all, I promise.’
    ‘I don’t—’
    ‘You’re not scared, are you?’
    ‘No!’
    ‘At least take off your sweater. That’s not going to do any harm, is it?’
    Why did I tell him I was a virgin? Talk about red rag to a bull. He’s even more determined to get
     into my knickers now. It’s Mum and Dad’s fault. First they make me go to a girls’ school, and then they send Ben off to board. What’s the point of having an older brother if all his hot friends live, like, three hundred miles
     away? Honestly. Dad wasn’t joking when he said he’d send me to a Romanian convent. He might as well have done. How am I supposed to get any real experience when I never meet any boys?
    In a private act of defiance, I pull up the hem of my jumper with both hands, feeling unexpectedly sexy and grown-up as Dan’s eyes darken and
     he touches his tongue to dry lips. I struggle to get the sweater over my shoulders, and he helps me, his hands pulling and touching and smoothing a bit more than I need, actually, somehow he’s untucked my blouse at the same time, and I know I
     didn’t leave that many buttons undone—
    ‘God, Cate. Feel what you do to me.’
    He grabs my hand and puts it on his thing . I’m kind of grossed out, but it’s cool at the same
     time. I can’t believe how hard it is under his jeans. I mean, totally hard, like a bone or something. I squeeze it a bit, just to feel, and he rocks back on his heels and closes his eyes and moans.
    ‘You have no idea how sexy you are, Cate. You’re driving me crazy.’
    I undo another button on my blouse, just to see the effect it has. He gulps, rubbing his hand against his chin. I can’t believe I have this power over him, it’s a total trip.
    I try out this sexy look my best friend Fleur taught me, and daringly unfasten another button, so my shirt falls open to my waist. I’m so
     glad I wore my new lacy pink bra from Miss Selfridge. I hadn’t planned to let Dan see it, exactly, but then, I hadn’t planned not to either. God, imagine if I was wearing my period pants – not that it matters, I’m not letting him
     go below the waist yet, but still. No one feels hot and sexy in their period pants.
    I suck in my stomach as Dan’s eyes travel up and down my body, and sit up a bit straighter. I wish I wasn’t wearing my school uniform.
     He must think I’m such a baby. I mean, he’s twenty-three. His students are older than I am.
    He pushes me gently back against the sofa pillows and slides his body over mine, his hands crushing and squeezing my breasts. I like it, but I stop
     him when he tries to pull them out of my bra. I sort of ache between my legs, and when his knee pushes my thighs apart, I rock my hips a bit against him, as if I’m scratching an itch. It feels really good, like having a hot drink on a cold day.
    It’s getting a bit warm in here, so I don’t mind too much when Dan slips my blouse off