Guilty Pleasures

Naomi looked out her window and saw that the black dodge was gone. She
hung her head as she searched through her bureau and pulled out a simple
white nightgown. The satin fell just above her knees and felt cool against
her skin as she sat down at her vanity, looking at herself in the mirror.

She didn’t look any different. After the whirlwind that was the last couple
of weeks, she expected to see another person looking back at her…but she was the same. She might be a little more experienced, a little more picky when it came to her future boyfriends- since she doubted there were a lot of
other men out there who could bring her the same pleasure that Gerard did, but overall she was the same.

Naomi picked up the brush and let it glide through her hair, watching as the
black locks shimmered in the soft lamplight. She gasped when she heard a
tap on her window. Spinning around, she saw Gerard on the other side. Rushing across the room, she hurriedly threw open the window and gaped at him as he entered her room.

“What are you doing?” she whispered frantically.

“What does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re being an idiot,” Naomi hissed in reply.

Gerard wrapped his arms around her waist, a move that Naomi found too comforting to push him away. “I really am sorry,” he whispered, leaving
soft kisses from her forehead to her neck and back again. “I didn’t mean any of it…and I set your mom straight that I have a girlfriend.”

Naomi's eyes widened as he played with the thin straps of her nightgown.
“What?”

“You heard me,” he said in a husky whisper, his eyes on her body. “Can we make up now?” he asked with a smile.

Naomi felt wetness flood between her thighs, even as she glanced around,
nervously. “Gee, we can’t,” she whispered unconvincingly. “My mom…”

“We’ll lock the door,” he whispered, slipping a hand under the hem of her nightgown and brushing her panties aside. “You know you want to,” he continued, teasing her opening. “I can feel how much you want me.”

Naomi's breathing became labored as her eyes closed. “So much,” she
whispered, moaning as he gently slipped a finger inside of her. Her voice took on an urgent, pleading quality as all thoughts vanished from her head. All but one…how much she needed this man. “Gee-“

“Shhh, love,” he whispered, moving them to the bed as he stripped off his clothes. “You’re going to have to be quiet…can you do that for me?”

Naomi managed to nod as she moved to take off the nightgown.

“Don’t,” he murmured, trailing kisses along her neck and gently freeing her breasts from the material. “I like seeing you like this,” he whispered, his hands gently tracing over her body.

“Like what?” Naomi asked, barely able to articulate any words as she focused
on his hands and body.

“Innocent,” he replied, never stopping the soft kisses he was leaving on her body. He could feel Naomi tense up slightly and pulled back to look at her. Smiling softly, he gave her a gentle kiss. “What’s wrong, sugar?”

“You think I’m…”

Naomi didn’t finish as she bit her lip. Gerard realized what she was thinking as he brought her hand up to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on it. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded,” he said softly. “I just like to imagine it’s only me that you’ve been with.”

Naomi gave him a gentle smile, running her hand along his cheek. “You’re the only one that mattered.”

Gerard gave her a brilliant smile. “You too, sugar,” he said before returning to his earlier ministrations, licking a slow trail down her chest and circling a nipple.
Naomi moaned, arching against him as he latched on. Her fingers wound
through his hair, holding him to her as his hands massaged her body through
the satin.

Before Gerard knew what was happening, Naomi pushed him inside of her. He
suppressed a groan, burying his face in her neck as he fully sheathed
himself in warmth. Naomi moaned when he stilled his movements as he waited
for her to get adjusted to him.

When the feeling became too much for both of them, he grasped her hips,
making eye contact with her as he began to move with slow, sure thrusts.
“Fucking hell,” he murmured in appreciation as Naomi began pushing against
him with more force.

“Oh God, Gerard!” Naomi moaned, causing Gerard's hand to quickly cover her
mouth. His movements never stopped as their eyes made contact.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

He was beginning to lose control over his breathing as he pulled back and
began pumping into her with more force, careful not to let the bed squeak or
the headboard bang against the wall.

Naomi felt as if her body shattered, her scream muffled by his hand as Gerard
pulled completely out of her only to plunge back in.

“Nae?”

Naomi's eyes widened as Gerard took his hand away from her mouth, his
movements never stopping as he nodded.

“Yeah, Mom?” she called, her voice more breathy than it had ever been as
her eyelashes fluttered with repressed desires.

Gerard nodded his encouragement, pounding into her as her hips lifted to meet
his, knowing that there was no way he’d be able to stop.

“Are you going to bed, sweetie?”

It took Naomi a moment to process her mother’s question as she felt another orgasm overtake her.

“Yes!”

Gerard smiled, knowing her shout was more for him than an answer to the question.

“Goodnight.”

“’Night,” Naomi said almost imperceptibly.

Gerard squeezed his eyes shut as he gave one more powerful thrust, emptying
himself within her welcoming body as Naomi came down from her second climax. The seriousness of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks as his head
dropped onto the pillow, next to hers.

He could feel her heartbeat surrounding him. Pressed against her chest, the
thudding reverberated to him. Still imbedded inside of her, he could feel the pulsing of her muscles, in time with the beat. It threatened to lull him into a false sense of security, but the risk was too great. He’d almost blown it.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“What?” Naomi asked nervously.

“That was close.”

Gerard ran a hand over his quivering muscles, trying to get him to relax. “It’s okay,” she whispered, confused at the role reversal. ‘Wasn’t he the one who didn’t worry about getting caught?’

“We forgot to lock the door,” he said, climbing out of the bed and gathering his clothes before pulling on his pants.

Naomi looked at him with hurt in her eyes as she modestly pulled the sheet over her chest. Gerard noticed the change in her attitude and instantly felt like an ass. With a sigh, he walked over to the door, locking it before returning to the bed.

“I’m sorry…again,” he whispered, sliding in next to her and pulling her into his arms. Giving her a gentle kiss, his hold on her tightened as he let his chin rest on top of her head. “Can’t seem to do anything right, can I, sugar?”

Both stayed quiet for a long moment, before Naomi's curiosity got the best of her.

“What is this to you?” she asked softly, not sure if she wanted to know the
answer. After all, she was lying in bed, in her mother’s house, in the arms of her history teacher that she had only known a few short weeks. She didn’t even want to stop and analyze all of the possible wrongs about this scenario.

Gerard contemplated her question, before pulling back to look in her eyes.
“Something special,” he whispered, hoping that would be enough of an answer
for her.

Naomi snuggled into his chest, treasuring the few precious minutes of privacy and intimacy that she had with him. This was enough…for now, this was all she needed.