What happened while Liam was at work (Sarah's POV)

A/N: Like some of the other branches, any Sarah chapters can be skipped if you prefer to keep what is happening behind Liam's back a mystery. If not, then please enjoy seeing what happens to Sarah while Liam is gone.

As I hear Liam leaving, my heart swells with love. I've never met a guy as sweet or as loving as him, and it isn't even close. I'm so caught up in my happiness at having such a sweet boyfriend that I don't remember about our... guest... until I'm already done eating and I'm carrying my dishes to the kitchen. Then, I spot him. His eyes lock with mine, and I have to consciously try to keep my back straight and meet his eyes, not cow at his gaze like I did when I was his student.

"That Liam sure is a sweet boy, isn't he?" I soften a bit when he compliments Liam. He gestures at the pile of dirty dishes in the sink. "He even said not to worry about the dishes and that he will clean them when he gets home." Awww, Such a sweetheart to even think about a detail like that as he rushes to work. "Of course, a good girlfriend woud clean them anyways."

Blood rushes to my face in anger. "Excuse me?" I had to put up with his comments back in school because he was and adult, and a teacher, and I was just some student, but now, I'm not going to put up with it.

"I just mean, he's going to be at work all day while you're home. He may not care right now, but eventually, he is going to think about how you're just sitting around at the house all day and he works and he still gets stuck with the dishes."

"No! It's not like- He wouldn't-" I'm so pissed, I can't see straight, let alone form a coherent sentence. Thoughts fly through my head. Liam knows I have to study! And he wouldn't have offered to do them if he didn't mean it. Almost subconsciously, I end up in front of the sink. "Well, it doesn't matter because I was going to do them anyway!" I half-shout at Mr. Robinson, no, Paul. He isn't my teacher anymore. I can call him by his name.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," he says as I angrily do the dishes. I'm so mad and in such a hurry that I have the water turned on way too much, and when I'm finished, I realize that I just soaked the front of my white t-shirt that I wore as pajamas.

"Great, just what I need," I mutter under my breath as I stomp out of the kitchen. The glow I had earlier is now long gone. As I'm making my way back to my room to change, I almost run into Mr. Robinson. Paul. He stops, staring, his mouth slightly open. How can he be surprised to run into the one other person here? I put my hands on my hips. "Well? Any other complaints you'd like to make about me?" I ask angrily.

His ugly face splits into a huge smile. "None at all. You know, you're a changed woman from the husky ginger girl you used to be." I pause, a mix of emotions passing over me. Anger, humiliation, and shame, of course. Of all the ways you could call someone fat, husky was the one that really got to me, and he was the only one who used it. On the other hand, there was definitely a compliment in there. That was... different. I never got any kind of praise from him before, and the happiness I felt overshadowed the other emotions. I never realized how badly I craved the kind of praise that he lavished on Liam or some of the other students.

"Uhh, thanks," I say uncertainly, my arms dropping to my sides as I once again struggled to gather my thoughts.

"Liam is lucky to have a girl like you every night. I feel bad for interupting."

"Oh we haven't- you know- not that it's any of your business." I blush red. I have no idea why I would let him know something as private as that. I feel my whole body getting hot. I just want to escape to my room before I say or do anything else embarassing. I thought I could handle this, but when he took the edge off my anger, it took the wind out of my sails, and now I have no idea what to say or do.

"Really? That's surprising." After getting some praise from him, having him look and sound so dissapointed in me is crushing. "You must be very confident in your skills to keep him happy then."

"Skills?" I ask. I have no idea what he means, and I manage to overcome my embarassment enough to ask. I don't have anyone else in my life to talk about... that stuff with. Is there something I don't know? Something important that will affect Liam?

"You know. Skills. Sex skills." He is so open and casual about it, even as I'm standing in front of him, my shirt still soaked, turning more red by the second. He gives a big exaggerated sigh. "I was worried that you would have no idea how to please a man considering the way you dress. Just being good looking isn't enough. A girl who is a six but knows what she is doing in bed is way more pleasurable than a ten who just lies there."

"What would you know about that!?" I shoot back, trying to regain some of my composure.

"I've been married four times. I think I know a thing or two."

"Well you don't know about Liam and me, so I would appreciate it if you minded your business when it comes to our... bedroom affairs!" I push past him as I stomp off to the bedroom. He barely moves enough for me to squeeze by, my chest rubbing against his as I go past him. I even feel him grab my butt when I'm through, but I'm so flustered and focused on getting to my room I don't say anything.

"I could help, you know," he says as I slam the door to my room. I pick up my phone and almost text or call Liam to tell him what just happened so we can kick this creep about, but I stop myself. I don't want to distract him at work. I pull off my wet shirt and throw it on the floor, and as I'm about to grab another one from the dresser, his words ring in my ears. Would it make Liam happier if I wore a little tighter clothing around the house? He's never said anything before, but he is so sweet, he wouldn't say anything, would he? I pause with my hand hovering over the baggy shirt. Before I can change my mind, I snag one of the tighter shirts I have and throw it on, following with some tighter pants.

I'm standing there, panting, like I just ran a race when I start laughing. I'm being so silly. What was even the big deal? I look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit, I do look pretty good. Sitting down the study, I shift my focus back to my studies. It doesn't stay there long. My mind keeps looping back to what Mr. Robinson said. I've never done anything with any guys before, and I used to take pride in that! But now, I'm starting to get worried that I won't be able to make my Liam as happy as he deserves, after all he has done for me. As hard as I try, that's all I can think about. Finally, after hours, I slam my laptop shut. I leave my bedroom and walk into the living room, hoping that he is gone, and I won't have the opportunity to do anything crazy. Instead, I find him sitting there, looking at me as if he has been waiting for me, with a knowing smile on his face.

I swallow. "Umm, what did you mean exactly when you said you could help?"

"You're a gorgeous girl," why does that make my heart flutter so much when he says it. Even more than when Liam says stuff like it. "But I can teach you how to be sexy. I can teach you how to please a man. I can make it so that Liam will never look at another woman besides you for his whole life."

I gulp again. "And what do I have to do?"

He grins evilly. "Everything I say. If you want to be fantastic in the sack, you need to practice. Otherwise, any training will be worthless."

My brain is screaming at me to say no. To kick him out. To slap him in the face. Instead, my mouth opens and I say. "Okay. I'll do it. But Liam can never find out!" My heart is beating out of my chest. What the hell am I even agreeing to?

"I won't tell a soul." He puts a finger to his lips. "It'll be our little secret." This is insane. I feel like I'm having an out of body experience, like someone else is controlling my body, making me do all this.

"Ummm, so, when do we begin?" I ask.

"Right now." He sits down on the couch and points to a spot in front of him. "Kneel there." That doesn't seem so bad. It feels awful kneeling in front of a man who tormented me, but at least I don'thave to do anything. "I'm going to teach you how to give a handjob." That doesn't sound too bad. It could be a lot worse. "Now take off your shirt." Now it's worse.

"What? Why?" I ask quickly.

"Because men like a little visual stimulation. Are you serious about this or not?" I am serious. I want to make Liam as happy as he makes me. I slowly take off my shirt, being careful to keep my nipples covered with my arms as my shirt drops to the floor. "Fucking hell, your tits are amazing." My heart flutters again. My body craves his attention; his praise. My arms slowly drop to my sides as he hungrily eyes my naked breasts. With a guilty pang, I realize that he has seen me topless before Liam.

He quickly takes off his shorts, and now it's my turn to stare. I know about dicks, and I've seen some in documentaries and stuff, but unlike those ones which kind of droop down and are small, his is standing upright and is nearly ten inches long! "Woah," is I can say.

He seems to like that, grinning to himself. "Now grab it and start stroking." My hands inch forward, trying to delay the inevitable, but it doesn't work. All too soon, my hands are wrapped around his throbbing cock. It's warmer and stiffer than I imagined and I look at his face for guidance. He walks me through the proper technique, grip strength, speed, all that, and once I'm in the swing of it, it's really not too bad at all. I try to limit how much of my body I put into it, since my chest keeps bouncing, but Mr. Robinson notices and corrects me. "No, no, men like that. If anything make them bounce more."

"Okay..." it feels a bit silly, bouncing up and down, and it's annoying how my boobs flop up and down, but his hungry stare and his smile, paired with his occasional sounds of pleasure, make me want to do it more.

"Good girl. Just like that." There it is again. I'm making him happy. Nothing I did in school made him happy. It's awful to think about, but this is helping ease the memories of my torment, just a bit. Just as I'm wondering how long he is going to have me do this, something shoots out of the tip of his penis and lands on my boobs! Did he just pee on me?! I let go for a brief second, before he yells, "Keep fucking stroking!" My body responds immediately to the order, going right back to stroking as he shoots one, two, three more ropes onto my chest. It's sticky, white, and gross, but at least it isn't pee, right?

When he collapses back on the couch with a groan, I quickly stand up. "What the hell was that?!"

"That was cum sweetheart. Jizz. Semen. It's what happens when you make a man feel really good." I stare at my chest covered in the stick white substance. I know what semen is from health class, but I didn't really 'get it' until now.

"Oh. Does that mean I did a good job?" I ask, still topless.

"Mmm, not too bad. I'm sure you'll get better with time." He says, making my heart fall.

"Okay.... I'm going to, uh, get cleaned up then," I grab my shirt and stumble as I rush off to my bedroom, turning on a cold shower to quickly rinse his cum off my body. As I stand under the cold water, I start to cry. What did I just do? Is this really going to make Liam happy? What would be think if he found out about what just happened? I have to push those thoughts away and collect myself. What happened, happened. Nothing can change it now. All I can is do my best to make it worth it. I finish up and remember all of the studying I haven't been doing and hurry back to my computer, my next few hours being sunk into my schoolwork.

I hear the door creak open and I look up. Did Liam come home without me noticing, then I see that it's not him. It's Mr. Robinson. "What are you doing? This is my room!" I tell him, but he ignores me.

"It's time for your next lesson," he says with a smile. What, already? I thought there would be more time between 'lessons.' A lot more time. Speaking of time, I look at it.

"No way, Liam will be home soon. Can't I just do it tomorrow?" Why am I bargaining like a student still? This isn't some assignment I'm trying to put off.

"Tonight. You agreed to let me help you, and I'm the one who decides the what, when, and where of the lessons."

I sigh. "Fine, but make it quick."

"That'll be up to you. The next lesson is called a blowjob." I've heard of that before, but I have no idea what it is. Does he want me to blow on his penis like a candle? "It's like a handjob but you'll be using your mouth," he explains.

I wrinkle my nose. "Ewww, I'm not putting anyone's thing in my mouth. That sounds disgusting."

Surprisingly, he smiles. "And that's exactly why you need me. All the other girls out there do it. A lot of them love it. You think when Liam hears about it from someone at work, and then you react like that, he wouldn't start thinking about the girl at work who everyone says is amazing at it."

I open my mouth to shoot something back, but nothing comes back. I frown. Is it really something I'll have to do to make Liam happy? The idea of some slut he works with seuducing him worries me, now that I know what kind of skills a girl has to have to make a guy feel good. "Will he like it if I do it for him?" I finally ask, weakly.

"He will if you practice enough to get good at it," he informed me, not waiting for an answer from me as he sits on the bed and takes off his pants. His dick is once again stiff, but now it has an almost menacing look to it.

"I... okay..." I don't want to do this. I also don't want to lose Liam to some slut. I kneel down between his legs for the second time today.

"Shirt off," he says. I pull of my shirt and toss it on the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I'm looking to see what his reaction is. His eyes stare openly and he even licks his lips a bit. "Fucking amazing tits," he says while staring, making me smile and blush. "Now put that mouth to work. Lick around the tip."

I hesitantly put my tongue and just barely touch his dick and then quickly recoil and pull back. "Ugh, that tastes disgusting!"

"You better get used to it. All the other women have." For Liam, I think and try again. It's still gross, but this time I keep going, slowly licking the tip of his penis. "Good girl. Now work around it." I keep licking, not sure what to do, so I just work around the end. By the noises he's making, whatever I'm doing must be working. "Now suck on it. Like a popsicle." I put my mouth around it, gently sucking on the tip of his penis. "Work the rest with your hands," he orders, and I use my hands to give him a handjob. "Good. Now work up and down with your mouth as well." Working in concert with my hands, my mouth moves up and down the last inch or two of his cock, which is as much as I can take in my mouth without gagging. Without any more instructions, I simply keep going. The taste is still horrible, but the more I keep at it, the more tolerable it becomes.

I lose track of time, focusing on the blowjob when I hear the door open and Liam's voice call out. I panic and try to pull away, but I feel Mr. Robinson's hand on the back of my head, not allowing me to move. "Swallow it," he grunts quietly. Swallow what does that- My thought it cut short by him shooting his cum straight into my mouth. It tastes terrible, worse than his dick, but I have **** but to swallow as fast as I can. He finally lets go as I swallow the last pump. I rush over to the sink, furiously brushing my teeth with what feels like half the tube of toothpaste.

I rush back to the room and whisper to Mr. Robinson furiously. "Wait for a few minutes then sneak out. Do not let him see you," I saw firmly.

I am about to open the door when he calmly says, "Your shirt." My eyes dart over to the floor where my shirt is still laying. I quickly put it on. That was close. I take a deep breath and open the door, careful not to let Liam see into the bedroom and go to greet my boyfriend.