Teach a Teacher a Lesson
Chapter 17

"Happy Birthday, Rita. Thanks for inviting us." Jill clinked her glass with Rita's.

"I think we should all be thanking Paul." Rita wrapped her hand around his arm. "He put this party on quickly."

"It was very kind of you, Paul," Jill said.

"Oh, come on, ladies. You're making me blush."

"Well, I've taken this trip three years in a row and there has never been a birthday party."

"Really, Jill? How odd!" Rita turned to Paul. "You never had another passenger on your group who was born in July?"

"Oh, plenty were. Our guide over here, however, never threw a party for one of them," Jill chimed in, gesturing toward Paul. "Don't look so surprised, Rita! It's just that nobody else ever asked me to."

"Yeah, I bet that's the only reason," the old lady scoffed and took a sip from her glass.

"How about a dance, uh, Rita?" Paul pulled her into the middle of the disco without waiting for her reply.

"Sorry about that. Old people try to find gossip where there's none."

"No worries. I am from a small town. I know how they can be."

Paul twirled her around following the rhythm. "I love this song."

"You are a great dancer, Paul."

"Thanks. I don't often dance with such a good partner, though. You make me look better than I really am."

After a couple of numbers, Rita went to the bar. "John, a glass of red, please?"

"Right there with you," the young barman called out to her, giving another passenger his drink.

"Hey, birthday girl. Having fun?" He wiped a glass, poured some wine, and placed it by her.

"A blast," she replied, checking her watch.

"Stood you up again?" John asked.

"Uh?" Rita lifted her gaze.

John put his elbows on the counter and leaned closer to her. "Sam. Isn't he who you're waiting for?"

"I am that obvious, huh?"

"I think it is obvious to everybody by now."

"What's obvious?"

"Hey, Paul," John said. "Need a drink?"

"No, thanks, maybe later. So, what were you two talking about?"

"Oh, nothing much," John replied quickly, "I was just saying that it is obvious everyone is having fun at Rita's party."

"Yes, isn't it great? Come on, Rita, let's have another spin." Paul took hold of her hand again. Rita mouthed a "Thank you" to John for saving the day and let Paul lead the way to the dance floor.

A slow song sounded, and Paul gently put his hands on her waist. Rita laced her fingers behind his neck, and they swayed with the melody.

"May I cut in?" A familiar voice behind Rita made her smile.

"Yes, sure, Sam," Paul said and let him take his place.

"My lady," Sam said, pulling Rita closer to his body. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I'll have more fun now that you are here. I thought you would not show up again."

Sam gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "And leave my lady in the hands of other men? Never!"

"Is that so? You want me just for yourself?"

"Of course! I won't let anyone take you from my arms ever again." He tightened his hold around her to demonstrate his point.

Rita rested her head on his shoulder. "And where will that lead us?"

"To my room, for starters," Sam replied.

"What awaits us there?"

"Pure bliss," Sam whispered seductively in her ear. "And a bottle of your favorite red wine."

Rita laughed. "Sounds wonderful. I can't wait."

"I can't wait either. How much longer do you have to stay at this boring party?"

"Hey!" Rita smacked his arm. "My party is not boring. Everyone is having fun."

"Whatever you say, honey! But I can assure you our little private party will be a lot more fun."

Rita lifted her head. "Promise?"

A wicked smile set on Sam's lips. "Need you ask?" He ran his fingers up and down her spine leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.

Rita shivered. "In that case, I should go say good night to everyone. Do you mind leaving first? Wait for me on the corridor outside the spa. We will head to your cabin together then." "Okay. Don't be late, though!"

Once Sam had left, Rita went from table to table to say thank you to everyone on her group for coming to her party. Paul was sitting by the bar. She approached and sat on the stool beside him. "Paul, I wanted to thank you for the party. It was wonderful." She picked up her handbag.

"You're leaving?" he asked, noticing the move.

"Yeah, I have a headache, too much to drink for one day." Rita bent and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks again. See you tomorrow on the tour."

"I hope so. You keep bailing me." He avoided her eyes and focused his gaze on his drink.

"Uh? Are you mad at me or something?"

Paul turned his head toward her. "Mad no, disappointed yes."

"Disappointed? Whatever for?"

"Rita, I think you should go," John intercepted. "And you Paul, I think you've had more than your share of whiskey."

"I am fine," Paul objected and pulled his glass back as John was trying to take it away from him.

"Go, Rita," John said. "I'll handle this one. Go have a rest, birthday girl."

"Thanks, John. Good night to both of you."

***

"Ready?" Sam asked, when she found him outside the spa.

"Lead the way," she replied.

They walked back to his cabin. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this," Sam said.

"Sure I do. Five days." Rita giggled.

"Eh... yeah... something like that." Rita looked at him, confused. "This way," Sam said to change the subject. "Do you perhaps need anything from your cabin?"

"I think I have everything I need in my bag already."

"You came prepared, huh?"

"Well, I'm always prepared. I carry so many things with me. You never know what might come up."

"Yeah, I remember that. I had always wondered what you were carrying in your huge bags." Sam bit his lips. An image of his school days had flashed in his mind, but he was relieved Rita hadn't noticed what he said. "I meant since you boarded the ship... eh... you've been carrying huge bags around."

"It's a work thing. I always carry a lot of books and things with me at school, and it has become kind of a habit."

"Well, we are almost there. Last room on the corridor."

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Rita took a deep breath as they stood outside his door.

"Are you ready for this?" Sam asked.

She nodded.

Sam opened his door and welcomed her in.

"You have a very tidy room," she said, looking around her.

He had cleaned everything and put flowers on his bedside table to create a romantic atmosphere for her. Sam smiled behind her back. He was finally going to complete his seduction.

He moved to the left side of the room where he had some selves with books. He grabbed a candle, lit it, and put it on his bedside table next to the vase.

"I see you came prepared as well," Rita said.

"Everything is set," he replied.

He was going to have his revenge now. He was finally going to make love to her. Make love to her? Where did that come from? This will be purely physical, just sex, as I have been planning for years, and then boom... I'll tell her the truth and leave her devastated. Heartbroken... exactly like she did to me.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

Sam snapped out of his reverie and looked at her. Although he was still thinking of his revenge, he couldn't help having a gnawing feeling of wrongness. It was time for success. Rita had nowhere to go. She was trapped under his spell and yet, it didn't feel quite right to him. He couldn't tell why. Everything he had been waiting for were coming to completion.

"Have a seat," he urged. "Would you like a drink?"

"Not too much, though. I've already had enough."

"Don't worry. I am not trying to get you drunk to get you into my bed." Sam gave her a half-full glass.

"You aren't?" Rita prodded.

"You will be in my bed anyhow in a bit."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Well, look around you," Sam said and made a gesture with his hands. "Do you see anywhere else to sit but my bed?"

"I guess you are right," she replied, still standing. She seemed reluctant to go to the bunk, though they both knew that's why they were here.

Rita took a sip of her wine and then absentmindedly licked her lips. He watched her lecherously. He was craving to kiss those luscious lips once again and only thinking of their sweet taste after the wine she had been drinking made his body stir. He let his gaze trail over her body. She was gorgeous. Her dress enveloped her curves beautifully. He stopped his gaze on her full breasts and couldn't help wondering if she was wearing a black lacy bra. He loved to picture her in that over the years of fantasizing about her. He was sure she would look extremely hot in such underwear.

He moved closer to her and took the glass from her hands. "I think it is time." He set the glass on the cabinet and turned to look at her again.

"For what?" she asked.

"For this." He cupped her face and brushed his lips over hers lightly. With the tip of his tongue, he urged her to surrender to him. As he explored her mouth, he wrapped his hands around her back. He slowly unzipped her dress and let it pool at their feet, never breaking their kiss.

She moaned in his ear when he bent to nibble her neck. He traced her spine with his fingertips making her shiver under his touch.

"Sam," she whispered.

He took a step back and glanced at her. "Black lace. I knew it," he said and smiled.

Rita shifted her weight from one leg to the other, self-conscious that she was under scrutiny. She wrapped her arms around her as though trying to cover herself.

"No, Rita," he said and opened her arms. "Don't do that. You are so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"I bet you say that to everyone."

He took her lips in a hasty fierce kiss. "No one will ever be like you, my Rita," he said afterwards. He held her hand and led her to the bed.

She sat down, and Sam knelt before her. He put his hand on her calf and caressed her skin softly till he reached her ankle and unbuckled her high heel. He rolled his fingers over her toes and then gently massaged her foot. "You have great toes. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Do you have a foot fetish or something?" Rita asked curiously.

"I didn't have before, but I certainly feel a sudden urge to lick your toes one by one."

"No, that tickles, stop!" Rita pushed him away, laughing.

Sam quickly took off her other shoe too and stood up to remove his own clothes. "Do you want to help me?" he asked, as he was unbuttoning his shirt.

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Rita hastily pulled his shirt away from his jeans, and he threw it on the floor. She lifted her gaze to his naked torso. He was beautifully honed and his chest was covered with trimmed black hair. "Touch me," he urged.

She put her hands on his trouser legs and slowly caressed her way up to his abs, avoiding his crotch.

"You missed a spot," Sam teased, "and it is dying to be touched." He slightly bucked his hips forward, making his now protruding crotch even more evident.

"I can see that."

"Will you do something about it?"

"Oh, I don't know. Does little Sam want to come out and play with me?"

"BIG Sam, if you please," he said and unfastened his jeans. He was quickly out of them and his shoes and standing completely naked and in his full glory in front of her.

"I salute you, Captain!" she said.

"I think he is the one doing the salute." Sam laughed and climbed on the bed next to Rita. "I also think that you don't need this anymore." He unfastened her bra and slowly lowered the straps off her shoulders. He threw the garment on the floor. "Now one more thing left. Lie back."

Rita did as she was told. Sam put his hands on her knees and pushed her legs open. He positioned himself between them and placed his fingers on her hips. "Help me a little," he said. She lifted herself and her panties were soon on the pile with the rest of the clothes. He looked at her naked body. "Exactly how I imagined it. Absolutely perfect."

He took hold of her right leg and traced his way up to her thigh kiss after kiss. His hair tickled her and she squirmed. "Easy now, baby. I'll give you what you need."

He moved to kiss her belly, twirling his tongue around her belly button. He continued up to her breasts. "Let's get to my favorite part of you," he said.

"And here I was, thinking you wanted me for my mind," Rita joked.

Sam chuckled. "That's my second favorite part of you." He trailed circles on her nipple, making it peak for him. He sucked it hard, all the while teasing her other breast with his hand. Rita breathed in deeply.

"You like that, don't you?" Her moan as he sucked her again was enough encouragement for him to continue. "I think this needs more of my attention as well. What do you say?" "Mhmm," was all she replied when he took her other nipple in his mouth too.

Pushing her legs apart further with his knees, he was fully on top of her. He gently bit her neck making her pulse race. As he rubbed himself over her mound, he could feel her wetness. "You're ready for me, baby?" he breathed into her ear. "Yes, but I want to be on top," she said.

Sam rolled on his back. "Your wish is my command, my lady. Do as you please with me."

"That's the plan." Rita rode him and gyrated her hips slowly over him to tease him. He stirred underneath her and every move made his manhood swell. She looked at him and giggled when Sam bucked ready for more. Her hands glided over his broad chest, and she lowered her body to kiss him. Her soft breasts were sticking to his taut chest. He kissed her hard, passionately as if he was trying to get his fill out of her mouth and couldn't get enough. Their lips melded together and became one, as their bodies would soon too.

Sam couldn't wait any longer, his need for her was painful. He put his hands on her thighs and adjusted her body the way he wanted it. In one lithe thrust, he slid inside her. Her sleek folds welcomed him. It felt like paradise to him. She was perfect for him in every way. Her passion's keep was holding him tight, a captive. Sam sighed with pleasure. For a moment, he couldn't move. He didn't want to leave his paradise.

He felt himself growing bigger... trying to get deeper... to bury himself inside her and be lost forever.

She let out a soft moan and kissed him again. His movements were slow, deep, and long now. She raised her body and met his thrusts with her own.

"Touch me," she told him and took his hands from her thighs to her breasts.

Sam stroked her softly, fondling her breasts until her nipples peaked under his palms and a delicious ache started for her again. He raised himself up and put his arms around her, hugging her tightly. He stroked and palmed the skin of her back, all the while kissing her neck. He found her pulse spot and licked her long and slow again and again until he left a hot wet trail on her skin. She sighed and shivered under his touch. She threw her head back giving him more access. He nibbled her earlobe and then returned to her neck, kissing, licking, nibbling... slow, long, soft... leaving love marks wherever he touched her.

Her slender neck, her throat, her shoulders, her kiss-swollen lips, her round breasts... she was now marked... she was his...

Sam rolled them over. He propped himself on his elbows and thrust deep inside her. Rita breathed his name. He quickened his movements. Their breathing grew heavier, their heartbeats faster and her moans louder. Their skin radiated the heat of their passion.

Rita was getting closer to her climax. He felt her inner hold tighten around him. He looked at her as she was throwing her head back in ecstasy. She was beautiful in the throes of passion. She was perfect for him. Her body was made to fit his own. He had never felt like this while making love.

Making love, he thought again, and this time it sounded right inside his head. He was in love with her. While trying to seduce her, he had fallen in love with her all over again. Maybe I never stopped. And he could finally have her in his life. All to himself.

He couldn't hold himself any longer. He gave one last long, deep thrust, and they climaxed together. Rita shuddered and screamed his name.

Sam smiled with pleasure as he fell back on the bed beside her. Every moment of their lovemaking was what he had been imagining all those years. Or even better, he thought and turned to look at Rita.

She had her eyes closed and was panting heavily, trying to bring her breathing back to normal. He leaned in and kissed her lips gently.

She opened her eyes. "Oh, Sam!" she said. "I have no words."

She seemed so satisfied that he couldn't help grinning. "Samuel Roberts, class of 2006, at your service, teach!"