A Dream Come True

Things were moving very quickly.

Joey wasn’t sure if it was the rush of blood to his head, or somewhere lower, that made it hard to think. Eliza’s hands slid up his thighs, her touch both electric and unbearable. She shifted, parting his knees slightly as she leaned closer, her fingers tracing the seam of his jeans, inching toward territory that sent his heart racing and his stomach twisting.

It was as if he was living out a fantasy, a wet dream. Eliza Matthews, his history teacher, the stern, no-nonsense woman who every male student had secretly lusted after since the first day of school, was kneeling between Joey's legs, hands about to reach something that no woman had ever touched. This was beyond everything he’d thought possible. Eliza's attention. Eliza's affection. Joey had the power to shape her world. And yet, sitting there with her between his legs, it felt less like desire and more like… business. A transaction. Like he’d flipped some internal switch, and now she was just running a program he’d installed.

A flicker of panic cut through the haze. Is this what he'd done to her? Despite not being paid for the service, she considered the attention she was giving to Joey as part of her employment. It felt wrong, like he'd somehow turned her into something akin to a prostitute.

"Wait," he blurted, his voice rougher than he intended. He gently caught her wrists, stopping her just before she reached the edge of his zipper. Her eyes met his, confused, frustrated, as if he'd interrupted a task that she'd been focused on, and now she would have to start over.

Eliza seemed to realized that her annoyance was showing and quickly masked it, tilting her head slightly, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Something wrong?"

Joey swallowed hard, trying to find the words. "I just… can you explain something to me?" He **** himself to hold her gaze, even though it felt like drowning, "Your job. What it is now. Please humour me and explain it."

Her brows knitted for a second. Joey was really taking her off task. But then she straightened a little, resting back on her heels, her hands still lightly resting on his thighs like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"My job is simple," she said softly, her voice warm, certain, "As you very well know, since you explained it to me so well the other day. It’s to help you succeed. To build you up, nurture your confidence, and," she smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "to help you become a man."

Joey heard the words from her mouth, the words he had planted in her mind, and was still shocked at how deeply she seemed to believe it. The whole thing defied logic, but to Eliza it was something that had always been true, she just hadn't realized until recently.

"And… you're not happy with that?" he pressed, needing to hear it one more time, needing ammunition to justify what he was about to do.

Eliza hesitated, her smile fading just a fraction, "I’ve had to give up some things," she admitted quietly, "Friends, career goals, investments I made in my education... It’s… not what I expected for my life." She glanced down, fingers absently tracing a pattern on his jeans, her touch more thoughtful now than seductive, "But that doesn’t matter. My job is my job, and I intend to excel at it. Every good career requires sacrifice. Why all the interest in my happiness? I don't remember you ever asking me in class before, what's changed?"

A knot tightened in Joey’s chest. He couldn't leave her living a life without happiness. He'd taken it from her, he had to find a way to give it back.

Joey cleared his throat, his palms damp.

"Um… actually…" his voice trembled slightly, but he pushed through, "Nothing's changed at all. You’re very happy with how your career is turning out. And having me be your focus, like you described, is..." he paused, struggling to find the best way to say what he meant, then settling with, "... it's like a dream come true."

The words hung in the air, heavy with finality.

Eliza blinked once, then twice, her hands stilled on Joey's thighs. Then her expression softened, her smile returning. It wasn't ****, not mechanical, but warm and genuine. It grew as she stared him in the eye, a look of excitement and awe taking hold. Her hands once again began to explore, but this time they went straight for his groin, finding the bulge in his jeans, massaging it through the denim. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she leaned forward, sat up as far as she could on her knees, and kissed him gently on the lips.

"Oh my God," she whispered, hands massaging, kissing him again, "You’re absolutely right," another kiss, "Thank-you so much," another kiss, this one more intense, "This is... you are... a dream come true, Joey Granger."

The kiss that followed was deeper, hungrier, and more demanding than the others. Before Joey knew it, he was lying back on Eliza's bed, with her straddling him, her lips claiming his. Between them, her hand gripped his erection like it was something precious, one of the things that mattered most in the world to her. Because, most likely, it was.