The Rarely Rested Lives of the Dallas Sweet Talkers

Days had crept past through summer as we watched them fly past blindedly all a little too quick for my own liking, though now, as I lay passed out on my stomach on my pathetic excuse for a bed only a matress on the cluttered floor of my dark red wall painted bedroom the very morning I had dreaded the entire two months of freedom I'd been given had finally caught up with me so inevitabley, and I knew it was going to get me at some point, just hoped it wouldn't have come so soon to ruin my happy mood. Now, I restlessly squirmed as one familiarly obnoxious fingertip irritatingly jabbed into my kidney in an attemtp to wake me up, making me aware of the beginning of an unwanted day, rudely being awoken from a solid night of sleep to become aware of the one small beam of sunlight that shone into my bedroom from a crack in the curtains as my eyes automatically fluttered open with reluctance, being welcomed by a mess of a bedroom and a happy, rather excited looking Baylee kneeling beside me, her finger jabbed into my side as I groaned at her and buried my face back into the pillow, only getting a whine from her.
About fifteen minutes of having Baylee whine at me to get up passed, taking a hold on my arm in an attempt to tug me out of bed desperately as I smirked, because I was only just doing it now to annoy her, after shoving her off of the matress, emitting a loud yelp from her as her behind hit hard against the ground before she ranted on, she managed to get me out of bed only minutes later as my mind found a breaking point as she continued to go on about school. Needless to say, it was all too evident that she held some sort of love for school, loved to learn new things and work on her education, she seemed to love it more then anyone I knew, definitely loved it more then me, since I only used it to socialize and party.
Coincidentally enough, even if I'm not entirely sure wether it's good or bad, English just so happened to be my very first class, and homeroom, of the first day of school, all too easily you could guess that none other then Frank himself was the very teacher that I had for that class as well, which might have been all too obvious enough to figure out, considering I've had him as my teacher for atleast one of my classes each year. And even as I felt my chest flutter with emotion, my gut churning with excitement as I refrained from dancing impatiently on my feet as I turned in the combination on my locker, urgently shoving the few binders I didn't need into my locker before swinging it shut, my nerves also twisted tight as my gag reflex acted up, repeatedly scaring the fact that I was going to throw up from the anticipation of seeing him. I hadn't seen a sight of him since the night of the last day of school last year, he'd chosen to spend last summer in Jersey with his family and friends, away from me, leaving me alone to get Kyle to tend to my ache of loneliness.
Clicking my lock shut on my locker, I almost bolted off to my English classroom before the bell could ring, it was the only class I actually understood, the only class I actually liked, even if only for the fact I got to see Franks sweet face during that time every other day, these thoughts really all made me feel like too much of some sort of lovestruck kid, too, when really it was all mostly just lust, with only a hint of emotion mixed into the twist as well. We did like eachother, were more in for it for the sex though.
My feet had led me to the very classroom I seeked out, and as a few other students stood outside waiting for the bell to ring to start class, talking away about things I was sure I didn't give a shit about, it now seemed all too hard to refrain from dancing on my feet out of excitement, because it was true, I had missed Frank over those two months, had missed him almost as much as a person would miss their partner after a long business trip, though they'd usually make up for it in great sex, which I didn't doubt would be the same way Frank would make up those two missed months to me -- I'd be lying if I said I hated it, too. I'd be fucking lying.
The bell ringing out loud and clear through the halls was what had snapped me out of my dazed state, as well, and as everyone made their ways into the classroom I couldn't help but notice Franks absence in the classroom, which to my dismay had only induced a sunken heart in my chest, and as I reassured myself he'd be here, I urged my feet on into the classroom where I took a seat in the middle of the third row, trying not to seem so excited to see Frank by sitting in the first row. I confess, I was trying to play it cool.
And as my lips took the form of a little smile, it surprisingly almost even curled down at the sight of Kyle shuffling into the classroom, eyes spotting me as he smiled, making his way toward me to take the seat at my side, and nonetheless I smiled, because even as I liked Frank, I still liked Kyle as well -- he was my boyfriend, or atleast, I think he was. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure where our status stands at this point in time, hopefully it'd be cleared up soon though, or else I don't doubt that I'd be the one splitting in this little love game that we played with one another, if only to focus on the very love game I played with Franks heart and hips.
Kyle had started to speak, most likely something about how he hates Frank, because he really never enjoyed his classes, Frank seemed to have some sort of dislike toward him, maybe even jealousy? But even as his lips had started to move I couldn't listen because my heart had almost leapt up into my mouth as at that very second, Frank himself had walked into the room, eyes glued down to some sort of sheet he was looking at, a mug of coffee in his other hand. He looked good, too, if you wanted the truth, even if he always seemed to look good in my opinion. His usual skinny black jeans and studded belt, a black button down shirt, not buttoned all the way to the top, a tease almost so subtle that seemed to be just for me.
From the very corner of my eye had I spotted Kyle rolling his eyes at the teacher, too, as my eyes locked themselves to Frank as he set that sheet down on the desk along with his mug of coffee that I knew he had every morning, considering I'd made him that very coffee several mornings before, atleast the few mornings I could actually stay the night at his place when Baylee wasn't around to notice my absnce, because of course no one knew about our little affair -- if they knew, we'd both get into serious trouble, Frank even more so for having sex with a girl only underage by one single fucking year. God damn, I despised that one year with a flaming passion.
Almost immediately once his own eyes had lifted from the sheet they'd locked themselves onto me, revealing their familiar pretty hazel colour to me as I bit back a sigh, smiling ever so slightly as I bit at my lower lip, almost laughing as he ever so evidently, to me atleast, tried to refrain from smiling a smile that would be ever so clearly directed right at me, and I accidentally giggled under my breath as I rolled my eyes and slumped down in my seat.
For Frank to speak out through the class as they picked up their things as he dismissed us early was something I had expected, even as I heard a few coo's that implied I was in trouble it was even more difficult to not giggle at the absurdity of their cooing at me, because I clearly doubted I was in trouble, Frank spotting the desire in the both of us to get back into some sort of cotact with eachother was more the reason as to my staying after class then anything else, was alot more understandable, but only to him and I of course. And after I'd said goodbye to Kyle as the last of the students exitted the classroom, I bit my lip as I shuffled up to the front and dropped my bag to the floor, sitting myself atop the edge of Franks desk as he closed the door, locking it before he turned around and gave a sigh, dragging his feet over to where I sat atop his desk so he stood infront of me, his hands making no hesitation in slipping onto my jean covered thighs.
"I missed you." He whispered to me, my ears buffering out everything that wasn't the familiar sound of his very voice speaking soft words to me as he squeezed my thighs gently, leaning closer to rest his forehead against mine as I gave him a roll of my eyes.
"You're the one that chose to spend your whole damn summer in Jersey." I pointed out evidently right back at him, only receiving another sigh as to surrender, as if he knew that I was so against it, that I didn't like that he wanted to spend his summer without me, away from me.
"I needed to see if I could actually go a week without you." He lied, or atleast it seemed like a lie to me, secretly I held a voice of paranoia in the back of my mind that thought he was spending his time with another girl, giving her love instead of me, which inevitabley made me jealous to the very core.
"That doesn't mean you had to spend two fucking months in Jersey." I rejoindered in mumble, my lower lip jutting outward in a pout as he stared back at me, giving a sigh of defeat before he closed the space seperating our lips, pressing his familiar, pierced lips to my very own, my body going up in flames, because I had to admit it gave me butterflies having an older man kissing me, especially Frank, because he wasn't just my teacher or some twenty five year old, he was... well, Frank for fucks sake.
And I couldn't help but giggle at the shade of pink his face had turned once our lips had seperated, "I missed that." He whispered again, giving me butterflies as I gave another happy giggle, quickly cupping his jaw in my hands, pressing a quick, hard kiss to his lips before swiftly pulling away, his jaw still in my hands.
"Come over tonight at about eight thirty, Baylee's gonna be out late at a party her friends throwing." I murmured quickly, eyes staring down at his nicotine flavoured mouth, biting my lip as he only did the same, smiling while doing so in agreement before giving me another quick press of his lips to mine. And as I hopped down from his desk after our lips had seperated, I pushed myself up onto my tiptoes and gave him one enticing little kiss on the side of his jaw before shuffling out, having not a single doubt in my mind that Frank would take up my little offer to fill his night with spending time with me.
Thankfully the rest of that very day wasn't all too bad, considering I was slightly lightened up by the fact Frank would be coming over tonight, and I'd easily gotten numerous kisses out of Kyle throughout the day, though that night the very second the door had shut after Baylee had walked out to go off to her party I'd almost immediately bolted off to my bedroom to change out of the sweatpants I was wearing, changing right back into the tight dark blue jeans I was wearing that day at school, along with one of my plain black high collared tee shirts and a black hoodie. Frank had arrived not long after Baylee had left, too, which I was thankful for even though I'd had to wait outside of the comic book and record store our friend Jude owned, the very store Baylee and I lived on the second floor of, the store I worked at, and I had to wait outside just so Jude wouldn't spot my teacher sneaking into mine and Baylee's house, because that would obviously raise some suspision. And as Frank approached me on the sidewalk, black jacket on, hood up and his hands shoved into the pockets, he smiled excitedly and instinctively pulled a hand from his pocket to lace his fingers with mine as I giggled and quietly pulled him inside, sneaking through the store to a door at the back that held the staircase up to the complex Baylee and I shared, and I silently shut that door behind us and led Frank up the stairs.
Frank had never been to the apartment I shared with Baylee, because it never seemed so safe to have him over because Baylee would come and go as she pleased and could pop up at any moment, usually I stayed over at his apartment, his apartment that seemed to be some sort of secret home away from home to me now. And as we passed through the door of the little apartment, we were almost immediately at eachother as he aggressively shoved me back against the front door after it had closed, a playful growl coming from him as he smirked before our lips attracted together like magnets, enveloping, fitting together like puzzle pieces, his hands taking a hard, firm hold on my hips, his fingertips lingering up under the hem of my black shirt and hoodie as my hands now urgently fumbled to lock the door behind me, and even at the very second it clicked locked, Franks hands had grabbed the backs of my thighs, lifted me up and pinned me back against the door, his lips leaving mine to press briefly against my jaw before he had let himself suck on a spot on my neck.
And it wasn't long at all before we were naked, my back pressed down against my bed, tangled into some sort of wrestling match for dominance as our lips stayed in contact perpetually, his tongue running across mine, our bodies pressed together under the comforter, muffled giggles claiming me, sending vibrations into his mouth that tickled him, eating me up in excitement as his lips smirked against mine, only pressing harder into the kiss, and it wasn't any longer until he had his hands laced with mine, pinning them down to the matress on either side of my head, his hips crushing into mine now as my neck craned back, inevitabley breaking our long lasting kiss as a moan burst softly from my lips at the familiarity of this feeling he gave me, because now I was being surrounded in his warmth, was being smothered in him and every single bit of him, both of us already breaking into a sweat.
Biting down on my lip hard as Franks lips littered kisses along my jaw to my neck my lips parted as my neck craned back once again, a gasp leaving me as my hands squirmed under his grasp, his hands loosening before I smoothly slipped them out and grabbed onto his sides, digging my fingernails into his skin, he gave a little moan under his breath in response, increasing the pace of our hips, his hips hitting harder against mine, getting deeper at me, emitting a whine from me, another moan coming from me in appreciation, his lips tracing against my jawline, only brushing, only a light graze to tease me as he panted against the skin, licking along my jaw gently as my thighs clamped tight on his hips, his body tensing momentarily, fingers curling into the sheets harder as he bit on his bottom lip before hiding his face in the crook of my neck, burying his face into my shoulder, nuzzling cutely as he moaned against it, his hips going harder against mine.
Through it all I had never heard the front door open, shutting rather carelessly as well, an evident sign that it was none other then Baylee coming home either late, or early, which I couldn't tell, considering I didn't know what time it was, didn't know how long Frank had been pressed down against me, and as I had never heard her arrival through the little moans coming from Frank straight into my ear that sent my going crazy, only getting me to moan back, which he seemed to enjoy, I had never thought to quiet down, or stop to go out to welcome her home casually so she wouldn't suspect the trouble I was getting into with Frank.
Panic had struck though me as both Frank and I were startled by the door opening, Baylee's voice coming to ring through both of our ears as she probably planned to tell me about her night, and it all seemed to happen in one single fucking second, yet in slow motion too. As I had tried to grab Franks hair to keep his face hidden in my shoulder, I had failed, his head shooting up out from the comfort of my shoulder as my head bolted in the direction of the door, my heart almost stopping, yet racing at an amazing rate at the same time, both of our eyes locking onto her as she stood there now in the doorway, my face turning deep red as her eyes went as wide as saucers, a quiet curse falling as a sigh from Franks lips as his face turned the same shade as my own before Baylee's own face turned a dark pink as well, running from the doorway in embarassment and confusion, and once she'd disappeared I groaned loudly, my eyes turning back up to the ceiling as Frank groaned back out of slight guilt, his face dropping down to snuggle back into my shoulder in embarassment before I sighed quietly, gently pushing him off as he rolled from above me down to my side, the comforter wrapping around his waist as I pushed myself up off of the matress and grabbed my boy shorts underwear and bra, quickly pulling them on before pulling on a black pullover hoodie and swiftly walking out to try to explain to Baylee, who I found sitting blankly on her matress, her eyes wide, face a dark red now. And a few dreadful minutes of silence passed before she finally spoke as I bit my lip nervously, "... Were you just fucking your English teacher?"
Biting harder on my lip now, I had so many things to say, just couldn't get them straightened out in my mind, was only proven right on that fact when I'd opened my mouth to stutter only a bunch of incoherent nonsense, almost choking on my tongue before actually managing to get out strangled words to her, "Maybe." I squeaked nervously, biting on one of my knuckles now, and after what seemed to be an eterntiy, she turned and her now scarily calm seeming eyes locked onto me, staring as it seemed straight into my soul as I almost choked on my own saliva.
"... How long?" She inquired simply, her arms crossing, seeing right through me, it was clear in her eyes that she could see that this wasn't the first time, and I gave a sigh, shutting my eyes for a second before opening them again, stepping over quickly and falling down onto my knees near her, clasping my hands together.
"Please don't tell anyone, Baylee." I pleaded, desperation evident in my tone as I spoke, "Please, please, please! We... really like eachother!"
"How long?" She demanded subtley, and I gulped hopelessly at the lump in my throat, biting my lip for a moment.
"Since... about the middle of last school year." I mumbled to her timidly, my face red, "Just please, don't tell anyone, Baylee!"
"Fine. I fucking won't, and your damn lucky that I don't fucking tell Kyle right away too. Because you know very well that he really cares about you, and now you're just using him and hurting him." She rejoindered in return in a soft voice, because even as she was younger then me, she was wise, and only spoke the truth as well, which was obvious, and at this guilt churned in my gut a little too heavily for my liking.
"... I know. I'm sorry." I whispered sadly, my voice almost cracking in guilt, "Thank you, Baylee. I promise I'll try to get my shit straight, just thank you for not telling anyone." I added yet again, actually so grateful to her for agreeing to keep it a secret, even as I cursed this idea. I should have went over to Franks like we always did, then maybe we would have still been a secret.
"I'm not finished with you yet, Kat." Baylee told me quietly in a stern voice, even slightly disappointed in me, "You're telling me all about this situation you've gotten yourself into." And at that, I could only sigh and agree, because it really was only fair.
Seconds later I heard someone clear their throat from a few feet behind me, automatically looking back over my shoulder to find Frank standing there at the front door, fully clothed yet again, his face pink as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarassment, "I'm gonna go." He murmured to me, and it only took me a few seconds to get up from the ground and shuffle over to him, standing close so only he could hear me whispering.
"Don't worry about anything," I told him with a slightly faux confidence lacing my tone as I patted my hands against his chest before he took my hands only to have me lace my fingers with his, "I'll take care of everything, I've got it all under control, babe." I assured him in a whisper as I stared at the space inbetween our hands, looking at nothing in particular on his chest as he sighed, my eyes lifting up at him, locking with his as I gave him another reassuring look, emitting another sigh from him before I pushed myself up and gently pressed a brief kiss against his lips, finally cracking a weakhearted smile out of him as I returned it reassuringly before he gave me a quick hug, pressing a little kiss to my forehead before slipping out the door. Closing it, I leaned my back against the front door as it clicked shut, eyes meeting with Baylee's once again, her eyes filled with questions I couldn't read, and I sighed, because this was where the interogation would start. I don't think Baylee could ever look at Frank the same way again after finding him in bed with me.