Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,170
say. “Have you been with any naughty boys already, Lexi? Be honest now.”
She shakes her head. “No, Santa. I haven’t. I couldn't be with any guy my age after I watched you." She bites her lip and hesitates. "I only want to be with my teacher. I want Mr. Vaughn to be my first.”
The confession slams me right in the gut. Hearing her talk like that about me should make me retch, but it doesn’t. It makes me even harder and it makes my mouth water. I hate it, but it does.
I should pull myself together and tell her that Mr. Vaughn is her teacher and will never touch her. It would be the right thing to do. So, why don’t I say it? Why don’t I tell her? Why do I say nothing at all, just sit with the minx squirming on my lap?
Because I fucking like it. That's why.
I'm sitting like a dumbstruck fool when I hear someone call her from the side.
“Lexiiii! Are you done telling Santa what you want? We have to take family pictures and then I want to check out the candy stall!” It’s her younger brother, Jared, in his little grumpy voice.
The dirty girl jumps at that, and I do too. She’s up on her feet in a flash, trying to pull down a skirt that barely covers her ass while I’m trying to hide my bulge of a damn fucking hard-on. She stays standing in front of me as she waves her siblings over. Thank God for Santa's overfilled coat. All I have to do is move it over my lap and no one will see.
“I’m, um, sorry…” she says, and her confidence has dissipated to nothing. She’s just little girl Lexi again, a sweetie in a tiny little elf costume.
Her cheeks are bright pink, and she’s caught up in a bluster as she gathers herself for the picture. Mrs. Claus snaps a bunch of them in five seconds flat and the boys are up and she's grabbing her sister from my arm. She's almost out of here when I call her back, a simple Lexi that has her spinning to face me.
“Yes, Mr. Vaughn?” Her eyes widen as soon as she says it. “I mean Santa! I’m sorry, Santa, I mean Santa! Not Mr. Vaughn!”
We stare at each other, and we’re both horrified in different ways. Her cheeks burn even brighter. It wouldn't matter if she's my student or not at this point since the semester is almost over for winter break, it's the fact that she's my next-door neighbor. Otherwise fuck the consequences. I'd be tearing the elf costume from her and savaging those lovely tits already. Fuck. I’d love every minute of it, and I’d be claiming her right from the start… I’d be her first.
I clear my throat before I answer and act quick since people are watching. I reach down to pick up a candy cane and hold it out to her. The plan works and Lexi steps closer.
I whisper, “Have you told anyone about this naughty Christmas wish, Lexi? Not your mom or dad, I hope?”
Her wide eyes are on me while she shakes her head.
“No, sir. I haven’t. I wouldn’t.”
“Good girl,” I say. “Keep it that way.”
“I will, Santa,” she says, and chances a smile.
“LEXI!” the voice calls from outside again. “LEXI! COME ONNNN!”
It’s Lexi who jitters on the spot, nerves jangling louder.
“I gotta go. Happy Christmas, Santa,” she says, but she’s still hovering, waiting, and of course she would. I’m her teacher. She’s waiting for permission to leave.
We’re still staring, both of us, because I should dismiss her with a wave and a ho, ho, ho after telling her it won’t be happening again. I hate myself, but I don’t want to. The sight of the beautiful little creature is enough to drive me insane.
“Can I go now, Santa?” she asks me, and now’s the time to say it. I should say so fucking much.
I don’t. I don’t say what I should do, not even close.
“Make sure you’re a good little girl until then, please, and maybe, just maybe, you'll get your Christmas present.”
The shock on her face speaks a thousand words. She’s out of the faux sleigh, nothing but a scurry of limbs as she darts away. I almost call her back to try and get out of what I said, but another family is already walking over to me with their little bawling toddler.