Sweet Like Chocolate Covered Strawberries

by grapesoda8523

Summary:

Ezra Fitz is your next door neighbor, old babysitter, family friend, and now your English teacher. The story takes place in the same universe as the show but Georgia is an insert along with her main three friends.

reader is sixteen!!! if you're not into that then scroll, reader will be dating and having underage sex with her teach, you have been warned.

Chapter 1: Hot For Teacher

“You’re delusional.” Kai states as she eats her chips. 

“Completely delulu.” Maggie agrees with a nod. 

“Too far gone though I fear.” Finn adds. 

Georgia groaned loudly, “This isn’t supposed to be funny, why are we talking about this like it’s funny and unserious?” 

Maggie leans in a little closer to whisper, “Dude, having a genuine crush on your teacher is a little funny.” 

Georgia groans a little louder in the school lunchroom where the four of them sat. This group of friends always sat together at lunch. They’ve been friends since middle school, now juniors in high school.

Maggie was short and thin, almost like a doll. She had long brownish blonde hair that went halfway down her back. She loved to wear hats but some staff at school would always ask her to take it off for the cameras sake in school. She was a rebel at heart, never liking to listen to authority figures, always finding a way to bend the rules. 

Finn was Georgia’s BEST friend. They had been through the most together, he came out at transgender to Georgia only at the beginning of their freshman year. By now everyone knew but it meant the world that he ever felt comfortable enough to tell Georgia before even his sister and parents. He was also short and thin, he had wispy dark brown hair that framed his glasses well perfectly. 

Kai was the other close friend, she was the tallest and by far the ballsiest. She was never afraid to tell you how things were. She was beautiful with long blonde hair. She was probably the busiest one of all four of them. Always keeping up with extracurriculars, leading clubs, volunteering. 

Georgia however, was the different one. She was bigger, with curly brown hair with bleach blonde chunky highlights. She didn’t do as many clubs, she didn’t have siblings, her parents were distant to say the least. A bit of a hopeless romantic…

“It’s so not!” Georgia practically whines. 

“Especially when it’s him.” Kai comments as she takes another bite of her food. 

“True, if you had to have a crush on any teacher, at least he’s hot.” Maggie adds. 

“Stop, the amount of embarrassment I’m getting is enough to kill me.” Georgia buries her head in her hands. 

“What’s his first name? Ezra?” Finn asks, “Oh Ezra-“ he pretends to swoon. 

“Don’t piss me off Finn.” Georgia mumbles through her hands. 

Suddenly the school bell rings, signaling the end of lunch, the group of friends pack their things and make their way to their English class. The teacher in question being the one and only, Ezra Fitz. 

Georgia’s parents were always distant. When she was a kid they relied mostly on their neighbor’s son to babysit their only child. He soon became a family friend, knowing Georgia since before she could even walk. He was ten years older than her. He grew up to become a teacher for high schoolers, one who specialized in English and literature. His name was Ezra Fitz. That’s why she had a crush on him… not because he was her teacher and she had unresolved parental issues, but because he used to babysit her and they’re close. Maybe a mix of both? 

The four of them walk to class together and he smiles at them. Georgia and Ezra’s relationship was interesting. His parents live next door to her, he used to too at one point. That’s one thing in itself, their rooms used to face each other, she can’t count the amount of times she tried to sneak a peak of him changing through their windows. She has always liked him, even as a kid, she figured she’d grow out of it, especially when she learned that he would be teaching at her school fresh out of college. 

Class drags on, Georgia always tries not to look at him too closely. Today though he asks her to meet him after class. She watches as her friends leave her behind, alone in the classroom with him. 

“What can I do for you Mr Fitz?” She asks softly. 

“I just wanted to let you know that your mom invited me over for dinner and asked me to give you a ride home. So you can come here after class and we can go.” He
explains like that’s normal. Georgia nods before turning to leave, “Did I do something?” Ezra asks. 

Georgia stops in her tracks, “No? Why do you ask?” 

“You just seem… off.” 

Georgia pauses again, “I’m fine-“ she leaves successfully this time. The rest of the day is slow and the car ride home is excruciatingly awkward. He’s always been touchy with her, she doesn’t mind the touching but lately it just feels awkward. He puts his hand on the small of her back as he walks into her house with her. He greets her parents by first name, showing how close they all are. Georgia runs to her room, avoiding the company. 

It’s like any other crush really. Butterflies fill her stomach when she talks to him, looks at him even. She feels like she needs to dress up and look perfect at school just in case he looks in her direction. Recently things had taken a turn, she felt herself pushing her thighs together tightly when she’s around him. Excusing herself to go to the bathroom just to sit there. Georgia imagined herself in compromising situations with him. Sometimes in the middle of the night by herself she’d say his name. It’s embarrassing, she’s never told anyone and didn’t plan on it anytime soon. 

When she gets to her room she closes her door. Teenagers have horny phases and today was no exception. She flops onto her bed and groans into her pillow. She pulls the blanket over her and guides her hand into her pants. She rubs herself through her underwear, the fabric getting wet quickly. 

“Goddamnit.” She mutters to herself. She removes her hand from her pants and quickly gets back out of bed. As she does her mom calls her down for dinner, she quickly goes back downstairs to see Ezra still there in her living room chatting with her dad. 

“Georgia!” Her dad greets her, getting up to hug her, “Why don’t you come sit with Ezra and I?” He pulls her down to the couch but before he can sit down as well, her mom calls him to the kitchen to help set the table. Leaving her alone with Ezra for the second time today, a situation she actively avoids. 

“So-“ he starts as he turns to her, “How do you feel about Sarah?” 

She tilts her head, “Sarah?” 

“Sorry- Ms Smith.” He corrects himself. 

Georgia nods slowly, “Oh…” 

“Oh? Have you not had good interactions with her?” He asks.

“No- no that’s not… Why? Are you… interested?” 

“I don’t know.” He states plainly, “Do you think I should?” 

Her mind is conflicted when she thinks of what to say, “Why are you asking me?” 

“Your opinion matters to me, we’re friends Georgia.” 

“Are we?” 

He pauses, “Are we not? We grew up together? I think of you as a friend.” 

“You’re twenty six, don’t you think it’s weird to call a sixteen year old your friend?” 

“Ok… then family? We’re like siblings of sorts, a brother would ask his sister for dating advice.”

She looks at him, her heart breaks a bit, did she just get family zoned? “I can’t say I think of you as my brother either.” 

“Do you?” 

“Do I what?” 

“Do you think about me?” 

His question sits heavy in her mind as she thinks of how to answer without making things weird, “yes?” 

“Why’d you say it like that?” 

“I don’t know- I mean I think of you as my teacher? Is that the answer you wanted?” 

“Typically teachers and students don’t have a relationship like this.” He comments. 

“What kind of relationship do we have?” 

“Friends. Siblings? I guess it’s not just a teacher - student relationship to me.” 

She pauses, thinking to herself, “So you think about me?” 

“I do.” He answers simply. Georgia nods in response, “Is that ok?” She nods again.

“I think so.” 

Georgia’s dad comes back out and waves the two over for dinner. The four people sit down at the table for dinner. 

“Thank you for inviting me over.” Ezra smiles at her parents, he was always the charming type. 

“Anytime Ezra!” Her mom exclaims excitedly. “Georgia talks about your class all the time and it’s been reminding me I wanted to have dinner again sometime.” 

Georgia instantly blushes, “mom-“ Ezra looks over and smiles at Georgia. 

“I’m glad my lectures are entertaining enough for that.” He responds. Dinner goes by, as Ezra is about to leave he stops by the door, “By the way.” He starts, “I got tickets to go see The Phantom of the Opera at that fancy theater in the city, did any of you want to come with? I was going to invite a coworker but I think I’d rather not.” 

“Georgia loves theater!” Her mom butts in, “you should go sweetie.” 

“Georgia?” He asks again. 

She bites her tongue before answering, “you sure you don’t want to ask Sarah?” 

He smiles awkwardly, “I’m sure. It’s this weekend, I’ll pick you up for it, ok?” 

She swallows awkwardly, “yeah, sure.” 

Chapter 2: The Show

“You look great.” Ezra smiles. 

Georgia looks down at her outfit, it’s just a simple red and black turtleneck dress that fits the colder season. “Thanks.”

“Come on, let’s go, I like to get there early enough to watch the people file in.” He takes her hand and walks them to his car.

It’s a much fancier theater than Georgia had expected, there’s tons of people and there’s a nice bar to sit in before the show with themed drinks. The two take a seat at the bar, the bartender smiles and takes Ezra’s order. He looks at Georgia, before she can answer the bartender looks at her, “How about a sweet red? You seem like a wine drinker.” 

Georgia smiles to herself, “I’m actually only sixteen.” 

“Sure, but you are with your dad, right?” The bartender winks. 

Ezra rolls his eyes but laughs anyway, “I’m definitely not her dad.”

“I’ll just have a glass of water, thanks.” Georgia responds. 

“That’s it?” He looks to Georgia.

“Yeah, I didn’t bring any money, I didn't think we’d go anywhere this fancy.” 

“Don’t worry about the money.” He smiles softly, “it’s on me.” 

“I’m still ok with just water.” Georgia smiles as the bartender pours her a glass. 

Eventually the two take their seats in the theater. Georgia was used to doing things like this with Ezra, that’s probably part of the reason she liked him so much. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for them to do things alone together. This time felt different though, more intimate. 

The lighting in the theater dims as the play begins. Although it’s a classic, Georgia had never seen Phantom of the Opera before. She found herself connecting to the story in a way that made her a little uncomfortable. At one point a stunning chandelier falls from the ceiling, as if in a typical horror movie, she clings to Ezra at the sudden jump-scare of sorts. He chuckles softly as he feels her hands wrap around his arm. 

By the end of the night he holds her hand as he walks her back to the car. The drive home is filled with their thoughts of the play. He appreciates the way Georgia speaks about theater so passionately. He knew she would be a good invite if he wanted to have a good talk about theater story as well as the theatrical aspects like lights and microphone usage.

He reaches her house after a while of driving. She looks at him for a second, “Can we keep driving?” 

He tilts his head for a second, as if to think about the question, “Sure, where do you want to go?” 

“Anywhere. I like nighttime driving. I actually have a specific playlist for when I start driving that I can listen to when I go nighttime driving.” 

“Oh yeah?” He asks before moving the car, “Let’s listen to it.” He unplugs his phone and hands her the cord.

“Yeah? I’m not sure if my music taste is going to be any similar to yours.” 

“I don’t mind.” 

She takes her phone and plugs it in, scrolling through her music to find the right playlist. As she presses play the song Cigarettes out the Window by TV Girl. 

The atmosphere is quiet when he starts the car again, he drives past her house and just drives. Georgia opens her window, watching the way her hand moves through the sharp wind. He takes small glances over at her, a little worried things might not be going well. 

“Everything ok?” He asks softly.

She doesn’t answer right away, taking a moment to think. After a while she speaks up, “I think so.” 

“You think so?” 

“Yeah, I think so.” She repeats, a little more confident this time. 

“Is something happening at home or school?” 

“Don’t talk to me like that.” She sighs.

He laughs, “Like what?”

“Like I’m a distant relative you only see at holidays. Like a kid.” 

“I’m sorry.” His apology leaves the air empty as the next song starts. The synth melody of FUN! By KiNG MALA starts to play, “I liked that last song.” 

“Yeah?” 

He nods, “You didn’t answer my question.” 

She rolls her eyes, “No, nothing is happening at home or school.” 

“Is it a friend? A boy maybe?” 

“You’re not my dad.” 

“I’m not trying to be, I just don’t like the silence.” He answers. 

“That’s what the music is for.” Georgia leans forward and turns the music up. 

“No, no, no, if I have to drive you around then I get to ask questions.” He laughs as he turns the music back down, “Is that a yes to the friend or boy question?” 

“Who are you to assume I only like men?” She jokes. 

“Ok.” He concedes, “Any special someone of any gender?” She stays quiet, not sure how to answer. “There totally is.” He smiles, “Who is it? Do they go to Rosewood?” 

“Stop asking me that kind of stuff.”

“What- I can’t be a big brother?” 

“I’m not talking to you about my crush-“ 

“So there is someone!” He repeats, “I’m not a parent, you said it yourself. Is it Finn? I’ve heard rumors about you two-“ 

“You’ve heard rumors about me and Finn?” Georgia sits up.

“Is it Finn?” He asks again.

“No, it’s not Finn.” She rolls her eyes again, “And I’m not telling you any more than that.” 

“I can drive you home at any point.” He reminds her. 

“This is basically blackmailing!” She laughs, “It’s a boy who is in the Rosewood High School building on a daily basis, that’s all you’re getting.” 

“Ok.” He nods slowly, processing the information, “I can work with that.” 

“No- no working with anything, mind your own business Ezra.”

He laughs in response, the rest of the car is filled with innocent commentary on the music I chose to add to my playlist. Eventually he decides it’s been long enough and he drives me home, he gets out of the car to open my car door before I can. He holds his hand out for me to use to get out of the car. 

“Thanks.” Georgia smiles. 

“Anytime.” He smiles back, he puts his hand on his usual spot on her back and walks her up the door. As she looks for her keys in her bag she looks up at him. She looks into his eyes for a moment longer than she should. He looks back. His eyes were their usual deep blue even in the moonlight. 

Something pushes her and she finds herself pushing up on her tippy toes to meet his awfully soft looking lips. For a moment he does nothing but then he kisses her back. It’s short and almost unnoticeable before he pushes her back down. He looks at her for a moment longer. 

“I’m sorry-“ she starts to apologize as she wipes her lips off. He stays quiet though, he doesn’t look disgusted but he doesn’t look very relieved either. His expression remains unreadable.  She quickly rummages through her bag and finds her keys, unlocking her front door and opening the door. As she steps inside she looks back at him again, “I’m sorry-“ she repeats before she shuts the door in his face. 

She watches through the front window as he walks back to his car. He touches his lip softly but she doesn’t see it if he wiped it off. Half of her expects to see a text from him telling her off or maybe even a lecture from her parents in the morning but she gets neither. 

The next morning is quiet. She wakes herself up and eats her breakfast before ever even seeing her parents. Her mom drives her to school and that’s the end of her interactions with her parents for the day. Kai sees Georgia get out of her car and she decides to run up to her, “Hey girl! You look a little like you just got hit by a bus, what’s up?” 

“Do I?” Georgia asks, “I guess I didn’t look in the mirror before I left-“ before she can continue she feels a hand ruffle the top of her hair. She turns to see who it is, all she sees is Ezra walking past her and putting his hand in his pocket before entering the building. “Did he?” 

“I guess the play went well last night?” Kai asks, having watched Ezra tease her. 

“I- I didn’t- I guess?” Georgia stumbles over her words. 

“Do you not think so?” Kai asks again. 

“I didn’t… but I’ll take that.” Georgia smiles, feeling a little more confident than before. 

English class rolls around. Ezra seems to act normal like nothing happened. Like one of his students didn’t kiss him last night. Like the girl he’s been treating like a little sister hadn’t just pushed her lips onto his less than a full twelve hours before. Georgia takes her normal seat.

Chapter 3: Dear Diary

Dear diary, today went so much better than I expected!! I woke up feeling like shit, thinking I’d face a sea of people telling me all about my mistake. I mean, I already know kissing him was a terrible idea!!! I didn’t even mean to, it just kind of happened. His reaction scared me at first, and it did all night, it kept me up. But then… When I got to school I saw Kai, as I was talking to her I felt a hand mess with my hair, and it was HIM!!

I’ve always liked him, but you’ve heard this all before. He’s sweet and cute and funny and he’s gentle, whenever he touches me it’s soft. Even as a kid I don’t think I ever saw him get really mad about anything. Maybe if he did he just hid it from me.

As a kid he used to play dolls with me. I’d hand him the boy dolls and tell him to do “man things” whatever that meant. Despite being a teenager at the time, he always did it without protest. I think there’s something I admired about him because of that. It might have only been within the safety of my home but he was willing to not be “manly” if it meant making me happy. He’s always been like that, at least for as long as I can remember.

One time we heard the ice cream truck, he’s lactose intolerant and didn’t even want anything but he went for me and he even paid for it. He was young, it was probably money from his first job or maybe even just an allowance for the week but he used it on me.

Anyway! After I felt him mess with my hair I went to the bathroom to fix it where I saw Maggie and Finn. Kai told them about what had happened. They seemed to brush it off like it didn’t mean anything.

“That’s something you’d do to a sister.” Maggie commented, or something like that anyway. But it meant so much to me. He knew me better than they did, he knew it meant something to me. I hope so.

It wouldn’t be the first time he went out of his way to make me feel better about something. He wasn’t avoiding me and that’s what was important to me. Even writing this, I still can’t believe I kissed him. I really didn’t mean to. It just kind of happened, ok?!?! I don’t know why I’m defending myself, it’s not like anyone will ever read this. Maybe this is for future me!

Dear future me! Does this end well? Our relationship has always been different than any of his other students. He’s too much like a part of my family. Maybe that’s why I feel so guilty. He was kind of right when he said he felt we were like siblings. We are, but I like him anyway. I know it’s wrong, he’s like, ten years older than me. In the grand scheme of things that’s really not that bad! When I’m 30 he’ll be 40, then the age thing won’t seem like that big of a difference.

People get together with WAY bigger age gaps sometimes! There I am again, defending myself in my own diary. I need to stop doing that. I’m wasting page space!

I’m not sure who I’m asking really, but do you think he likes me too? I guess today just gave me a glimpse of hope that I wanted to continue to hold on to. Class wasn’t even awkward today! I figured that would be the worst part, but he just kind of acted like everything was normal. I kind of admire him for that. He’s kind of always been someone I admire.

Is it weird that I wanted to date my teacher? I feel like that’s weird? Actually, I know it’s weird, I think I simply don’t care anymore. I’m tired of pretending like I don’t. Today in class we made eye contact, I know it’s small and stupid but it still made my heart flutter. It’s weird to think someone so close to me could make me feel that way. I’ve heard other students call him hot while in class, I know other people like him for more than just the way he teaches. They don’t know him like I do. I know him as a friend more than a teacher. But it’s hard to separate the fact he IS my teacher. And he’s older than me, by a whole TEN years. Sorry, I know that I’ve said that already but it’s crazy to me that I like him so much yet he’s SO much older than me. When you’re sixteen, someone ten years older feels like the end of the world. I don’t know why I’m apologizing, this is my diary after all.

Anyway, I think I’m done writing, I’m tired and I think I got all of my thoughts out onto the paper like I needed to. I’ll be back sometime, diary! Write to you again soon, Georgia.

Chapter 4: That's The Word For It

“I have an appointment again today after school, I asked Ezra to give you a ride home.” Georgia’s mom explained.

“Mom-“

“It’s not up for debate! It’s a chiropractor appointment, you know I need those. It’s a ten minute drive, you’ll survive.”

Georgia’s mom had no idea Ezra and her daughter kissed last week. No one knew actually, besides the two of them. Georgia had avoided all possible situations that could have left her alone with Ezra since. Based on how things went it seemed like he did too, until today after school. Georgia walked to his classroom after school, she knocked on the open doorway to let him know she was stepping in.

“Right-“ he states before getting up from his desk, “Come in- please.” She steps into the classroom further, taking a seat in her usual after school desk when she had to wait for him to finish his grading before he could take her home. This time however, he shuts the door behind her. She noticed, he noticed that she noticed. He takes a deep breath. “I think we should talk.”

“Do we have to do this here?” Georgia asks softly, clearly embarrassed.

He lets his hands hit his thighs, “I think we should, yeah.”

“I shouldn’t have done that and I’m sorry, conversation over?”

He laughs with a small smile, “I don’t think so. Georgia-“ he leans on the front of his desk, a few feet ahead of her, “I don’t know how to put this…”

“I don’t need a rejection…” she replies with a low tone.

“That’s not… how are you feeling? After everything?”

She looks up at him, “I don’t need a rejection.” She repeats herself.

“I’m not rejecting you, you can’t reject something that wasn’t proposed.” He explains, “I like you Georgia, I don’t want this to change things between us.”

“So it is a rejection-“

“No.” He cuts her off, “It’s not. Ask me.”

“Ask you what?”

“Ask me how I feel about you.” He orders.

“Don’t make me-“

“Just trust me, ok?”

Georgia takes a deep breath, “How… how do you feel about me?” She asks softly, terrified of the rejection she feels is impending.

“I love you.” He states plainly, “I have… for a long time.”

Georgia looks up at him to see if this is some kind of sick joke. When she sees a genuine expression she starts, “What am I supposed to do with that?”

“I kind of figured it was a sibling kind of love, I mean I watched you grow up, I played with dolls with you as a kid because I knew it made you happy… But then you kissed me.” He pauses, “And then I figured it out, it wasn’t just a platonic kind of love. I’ve always loved you and I think I just tried to tell myself I didn’t because that was weird, I mean you’re… you.”

“I’m me.” She responds plainly, unsure what the feeling in her stomach means.

He smiles at her usual humor, “Do you like me too?”

“Are you asking me if I like you romantically right now?” She looks around the room, “In the middle of your classroom as my teacher?”

“I guess I am.” He shrugs, “Can you answer the question? Please?”

Georgia considers her options, though there was never really a choice when it came to her answer, “Yes, I do.”

“Great.” He answers plainly, “Where do we go from here?”

The room sits silently for a moment, the silence only broken as Georgia gets up from the desk to close the distance between the two of them with a hug. He’s caught slightly off guard but hugs her back tightly. He presses his lips to the top of her head. It feels natural, like this was meant to be.

Once she pulls away she looks up at him, “Where DO we go from here?”

Ezra cups her cheeks softly, “Do you want this?”

“What is this?” She asks softly.

“Do you want things to change between us?”

“I’m not sure how they couldn’t change.” She answers honestly.

He pauses to think, “Let’s just take it slow, how about you come over to my place sometime and we can talk more privately.”

Her eyes light up, “Your place?”

“Yeah, my apartment. Is that ok?”

She nods eagerly, “Yes, absolutely ok! Maybe after school sometime?”

Suddenly there’s a knock on the door, Georgia takes a seat at a desk near the front and pulls out a book to make it seem like they were just studying. Luckily it’s only Finn and Maggie. “There you are Georgia!” Maggie smiles.

“We’ve been looking for you.” Finn explains.

“Right, meeting at my house today after school, you HAVE to come.” Maggie steps closer.

Ezra watches the exchange but down say anything, preferring to keep it professional on his end. He gives Georgia a small nod before she puts her book back in her bag and follows her friends out of the classroom.

Later that week after school, Georgia finds herself in Ezra’s car again, this time on her way to his apartment. She had only been there once before and it was just a housewarming party when he first got it that his parents held a few years ago now. The apartment gave the two of them an opportunity to talk together alone in a place where things wouldn’t be as awkward. No parents home or school staff to question why the two were in a room alone together.

Ezra walks her up to his apartment. When he opens the door she steps in first. It looks about how she remembers it. The walls are a dark blue but not quite navy. There’s a small balcony connected that faces the city. Tons of large bookshelves are scattered around, complimented by vintage film posters and leather seating.

It smells a bit like cologne but it’s not bad. The house plant her parents had gifted him was still alive and thriving by his windowsill. It was cute, and definitely spacious enough for the man who lived on his own.

“I figured we could talk about logistics in a private place.” She explains as he sets his bag down.

“Logistics? What is this? A business transaction?” She laughs.

He laughs back, “You know what I mean.”

“Well I like you and you like me, what else is there to talk about?”

He sighs as he steps closer to her, he puts his hands on her cheeks, “You, my dear, are sixteen.”

She pouts, “What does that have to do with it?”

“So much.” He answers plainly, “If I was eight years younger it wouldn’t be that big of a deal but I’m twenty six, Georgia. I’m old enough to know better than to date a sixteen year old.”

“If that’s how you feel then why are we having this conversation?” She asks softly.

He sighs again and pulls her to sit on the couch with him, “Because I don’t see you as a kid… anymore. You’re your own person.”

“So?” Georgia looks at him with a tilted expression.

“I like you. I think if we agree to keep this a secret… we can make it work.” He explains.

“A secret? Like we can’t do things in public, kind of secret?”

His expression falls, “Just until you’re eighteen.”

“A little less than two years, huh?” She ponders, “You wouldn’t be seeing anyone else, right?”

“Absolutely not, completely yours. And we’d still have times like this.” His hand rubs her arm softly. “Alone together.”

“Does that mean I can have hand holding and kisses?” She laughs.

“All of the hand holding and kisses that you want.” He leans in and kisses her cheek, earning him another soft laugh.

“Ok deal.” She smiles.

“Now who’s making it sound like a business transaction?” He teases.

“Can I call you my boyfriend then?”

“I believe that’s the word for it, yeah.”

Chapter 5: Halloween Party

Things had been going smoothly. Classes were going well, Halloween was coming up. In previous years Georgia had dressed up with her ex in a couples costume. This year would be different. They could maybe dress up and say it was a coincidence? But then would her friends ask about it? Another option arose before she had to think about it too hard.

“What if we went as the characters from Scooby Doo?” Kai pondered aloud.

“That could be cute! I call Daphne!” Maggie smiles.

“What if we went as Monster High characters instead?” Georgia offered, “Then we could all be a favorite rather than fighting over who gets to be Daphne and who has to be Fred.” Finn, Maggie, and Georgia all look at Kai.

“I’d be Fred wouldn’t I?” Kai looks annoyed.

All three friends nod, “Let’s do Monster High then, I’ll be Ghoulia!” Finn smiles.

“I call Catty!” Kai exclaims.

“I want to be that really pretty one!” Maggie announces.

“Do you mean Cleo?” Georgia asks.

“Yeah, sure, her!”

“Fitting.” Finn laughs.

“I’ll be Draculaura.” Georgia smiles.

As the conversation wraps up, the lunch bell rings. All four of them get up and walk to English class. Georgia takes her usual seat towards the front. This was the one class she really paid attention to, for obvious reasons. Every time she watched his arms as he wrote on the chalkboard, imagining them wrapped around her instead.

He gave a lesson on Romeo and Juliet, it felt fitting. The class were assigned roles as they read through the play. Georgia fittingly got the role of Juliet as no one else wanted to do all of that reading.

After school that day Georgia sat on Ezra’s desk as he worked on more grading. Shelby flips through the pages of the script for his class, “All I’m saying is you should dress as a werewolf for Halloween.”

“Why would I dress up for Halloween?” He laughs, keeping his eyes on his papers.

“Because it’s fun!” She laughs back, “And I’m going as Draculaura from Monster High so you should be a werewolf!”

“What does a werewolf have to do with Dracula?”

“Dracu-LAURA!” She corrects him, “She’s dating Clawd Wolf who is a werewolf but if you dress as a normal werewolf then it’s an indirect couples costume but then no one will have to know that we’re actually dating.”

He finally looks up from his papers, “Ok fine.”

“Really?! Yay!” She smiles brightly, “I’ll help! I love making costumes.”

“Is Monster High those dolls you used to make me play with you?” He asks as he goes back to grading papers.

“Yes but I don’t think I had any Clawd dolls as a kid so I probably gave you Deuce.” Georgia ponders aloud.

“Yeah I think he had snakes for hair or something?”

“Yeah! That’s Deuce alright!” She smiles, “I bet you LOVED playing dolls as a twenty year old.”

“Absolutely, how could I not?” He laughs along with the joke.

When Halloween finally rolls around there’s a party at Maggie’s place. Everyone from school is invited and everyone shows up. Maggie’s parents aren’t home, the house is full of teenagers and underage drinking. Maggie’s boyfriend and her spend most of the night mingling with people.

Finn had never been much of a party person so he generally sticks by Georgia’s side most of the night. Kai on the other hand is busy being social. All four of the friends find themselves drinking that night. Georgia lays down on the couch in the living room as Finn sits down by her feet.

Georgia scrolls through her phone and drunkly texts Ezra a simple: I miss you. He’s quick to respond with an “I miss you too.” Georgia puts her phone down and sighs.

“What’s wrong with you?” Finn ask, seeing her discomfort.

“I’m really horny.” Georgia responds bluntly.

Finn laughs, “Ok? Go home then?”

“But then I’d be leaving you.” Georgia sits up.

“Have you ever had sex before?” Finn asks, relatively out of nowhere.

Georgia shakes her head, “I think it could happen soon though.”

“Oh yeah? Do you have a secret boyfriend you haven’t told anyone about?” Finn jokes.

Georgia sighs and flops back onto the couch, “If only you knew.”

Finn spits out his drink into his cup, “Excuse me? Have you been holding out on me? I didn’t even know you liked anyone!”

Georgia sits up and sees the sea of people around them both, “We can’t talk about it here.”

Finn's eyes widened, “So there is someone?!” he sits up quickly and grabs Georgia’s hand, “You have to tell me all about it!”

Finn and Georgia make their way to Maggie’s parent’s room, “You have to promise not to tell anyone.” Georgia looks at him seriously.

“Who could you possibly be dating that you have to keep it a secret? Are you gay?”

Georgia pulls back, “Yes? No- that’s not- yes but no.”

“You’re not making any sense.” Finn laughs.

“I’m dating Ezra.” She announces bluntly.

Finn takes a second, “As in Ezra Fitz? As in our English teacher?!”

Georgia nods slowly, “You can’t tell anyone- PLEASE Finn this is serious to me.”

“Of course. I won’t tell anyone.”

“I mean it, not even Maggie and Kai can know about this.” Georgia continues.

Finn nods slowly, “Isn’t he like… old?”

Georgia rolls her eyes, “He’s mature. I don’t even know why I said anything, this is so embarrassing.”

“Wait, wait, wait- didn’t this conversation start because you said you had a feeling you would have sex soon? Are you telling me you think you’re going to have sex with your teacher?”

“He’s not just my teacher! He’s a friend of sorts-“

“A friend?” Finn questions.

Georgia narrows her eyes at him, “I would be supporting you if the roles were reversed here.”

“I am supporting you!” Finn laughs, “By no calling the cops.” Georgia takes a deep breath as she sits on the edge of Maggie’s parent’s bed. Finn sighs and follows behind, sitting next to Georgia, “I just want to make sure you’re being safe is all.”

“He’s just older, not some psychopath.” She defends him.

“I know… Do your parents know?”

Georgia shakes her head, “No and I’d like to keep it that way, at least for now.”

Finn nods, “So have you guys kissed or anything?”

Georgia pauses, “Maybe…”

“Oh my God you slut.” Finn laughs, Georgia laughs along, knowing it’s just a joke, “Is he at least good at it?”

“Oh yeah, amazing.” Georgia laughs again.

“Maybe you could go get some Halloween dick this year.” Finn teases.

Georgia picks up her phone and opens her text messages, asking him what he’s doing. She drunkenly asks him to pick her up from the party. After learning of her intoxication, he agrees. The car ride back to her house is quiet. When she notices that he’s heading towards her house she speaks up, “I can’t go home, my parents are going to kill me.”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before getting drunk?” His words come out less harsh and more like a small suggestion, “Are you supposed to be sleeping at Maggie’s tonight?” Georgia nods, “Ok, then how about I take you to my place instead?” Her eyes light up at the suggestion. He drives past her house, instead going to his apartment. He holds her up as she stumbles into the building. “You’re very drunk.” He laughs.

“I’m pushing it a little bit for sympathy points.” Georgia laughs.

“It’s working.” He laughs back, unlocking his apartment door. “You can have the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.”

Chapter 6: Like A Chocolate Covered Strawberry

Georgia turned around and got undressed, not warning him. He looks up from his phone to see her back with just her bra on. Ezra blushes, clearly caught off guard but not minding it, “Sorry-“ he quickly apologizes. He covers his eyes with his arm, intending to stay that way until she told him the coast was clear. He feels a soft touch to his arm as she slowly pulls it away from his eyes. He blinks slowly, taking in her now half naked form. “Georgia…”

“Ezra…” she answers back.

“You can’t…”

“Can you help me unclip my bra?” She asks before turning around, she doesn’t have on anything special. Any other woman in this position would be wearing something lacy or a thong but not her. She stands in front of him in black, full coverage, underwear and a plain skin colored bra. His fingers unclip the bra easily, before he can even fully process what he’s doing. The bra straps slip down her arms followed by his soft touch, he leans down and kisses her bare shoulder, “I want this.” She announces.

“Are you sure?” He asks softly, not wanting her to feel pressured at all. “You’re not even sober.”

She nods, “I’ve never been more sure about anything before. I’ve thought about this so many times when I was sober.”

His hands snake around her waist, a part of him is shouting that this is wrong, she’s only sixteen, he’s twenty six. But she wants this, that’s what she told him. She asked for this. She turns around in his arms, her newly unclothed chest presses against his. Her small fingers slowly unbutton his work shirt. He watches, enamored by her. She slides the shirt off his shoulders.

“Georgia…” he groans deeply, sounding hungrier than he ever has before, “Have you… ever done this before?”

She shakes her head, “But I want to with you.”

He takes a second, this is wrong, he can’t do this. Still, he finds himself allowing her to pull him to his own bed. She lays back, her boobs now on full display, something he had never seen before. He hated to admit he had imagined this before, with her. Imagined her stuck in some compromising position where he could take advantage of her like he wanted to. Now here she was, lying half naked in his bed, practically begging him for this. How could he say no now?

He crawls on top of her like a hungry predator. She gasps lightly as he buries his head in her neck and kisses her skin softly. Her hands touch his sides before he stands up straight and starts to unbuckle his slacks. She sits up with him, eager to help rip his clothes off. Before long his pants and boxers are pulled down in one fell swoop. He steps out of his pants, a little ashamed of the fact he’s already hard. She looks up at him from her seated position in front of him, her eyes big and innocent.

He pushes her back to the bed softly, leaving room for her to stop him at any moment. “Please, tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”

She nods, “Have you done this before?”

He smiles at the innocent question, instead of answering he leans down and kisses her collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of her underwear. He pulls back as he slides the underwear down her legs, leaving both of them completely naked.

There’s something inherently pure about someone’s first time. It’s a moment they will most likely never forget, a core memory that you know will become one before it ever happens. It gives you the chance to try and make things perfect, yet it almost never is. The idea of it is almost always better than the real thing. The times one stays up late at night and discovers themselves is magical, life changing even. He hoped he could give her everything she dreamed of and more.

Ezra leans down in front of the bed and gets on his knees, he pulls her closer to him by her hips, throwing her legs around his shoulders, “Is this ok?” He asks, trying to make sure she’s comfortable. She nods with a face that’s flushed red. He takes the opportunity to keep going. He presses soft kisses to her inner thighs before reaching closer and closer. She puts her hand in his hair to stop him before he can go any further.

“Give me a second.” She pauses softly, “I’m nervous…”

He smiles softly, “That’s normal, I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

“What if I taste bad?”

“You won’t.” He can’t help but laugh a little, “Just trust me.” She takes a deep breath before letting go of his head to let him continue. He loves her innocence. A reminder of how long he’s known her, a family friend. Yet she’s trusting him with this next step in her life. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to her core, using his fingers to softly spread her a little wider. “I have a potentially awkward question for you.” He pauses.

“What is it?”

“Have you ever… fingered yourself before?”

She takes a second to respond, clearly embarrassed about the question even after the warning, “Yes.”

“Cool-“ he responds before realizing how weird that sounds, “Not cool- not, not cool?” He gives up with words and slowly brings his finger towards her entrance. He pushes in very slowly, waiting each time she gasps or her body unconsciously clenches around him. He leans back forward and kisses her clit softly. Eventually he is able to move his finger a little faster.

The way her body reacts, he wished he could save it forever. The way her back arches off the mattress… the soft moans as she tries not to be too loud. She gasps at the smallest movements, savoring every touch like it meant the world to her. Girls his age didn’t do that, sex was just sex. This was different, sweet. Every money that turned him on a little more made him feel guilty. She was just so young, was he wrong for taking this innocence from her even if she asked him to? He was the adult here, maybe he was pushing her too far too fast. It should be his responsibility to keep her safe.

He removes his finger and leans up, sufficiently wet. She’s pulled closer by her thighs, earning a small laugh. He lines himself up with her entrance again. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself. She pulls him close, reminding him he’s a part of this too. He’s not watching from the sidelines, he’s participating. He pushes in. She gasps.

“Does it hurt?” He asks softly, kissing her neck to hopefully push through any pain.

“I can handle it.” She responds softly.

She’s sweet, like a chocolate covered strawberry. You’re meant to enjoy it and then throw out the rest, you don’t eat the stem. The leaves serve as a way to hold the strawberry and nothing more. The chocolate consumes the strawberry, molding to its shape. Sometimes it’s unclear if the strawberry will be sweet or sour, but either way it’s enjoyable because of the chocolate. Has anyone eaten the stem before? Is it better to savor it all or is it selfish and greedy if you go for more?

He starts to move his hips slowly, giving her time to adjust. If she’s a strawberry, where does the stem begin? Is it a safer bet to let go after this? Is this the last possible bite? She makes little noises at each millimeter of movement. This time the strawberry is sweet, the sweetest one he’s ever had.

Her hands roam his body. His mouth remains close to her neck, his head almost buried there. She’s warm, a kind of warmth you want to stay in forever. The kind of warmth you want in the winter when you sit down with a mug of hot chocolate.

Her breath is warm on his skin, each breath audible enough to drive him crazy. Eventually he finds himself halfway before pulling out and pushing back in, “Is this ok?”

She nods against him, “Is that all?”

He pulls back with a soft gaze, “I’m only about halfway.”

She seems surprised, “Then keep going!”

If she’s asking for it then she can take it, right? He pushes forward slowly until he’s fully consumed. Her face shows that she’s barely holding on. After years of teasing and playing… seeing her so… he has to close his eyes before he does something he’d regret.

His thumb finds its way to her clit again. She practically whines into him as he starts to move again, staying gentle. He can be soft, it almost feels like it’s coming naturally to him. Like he’s afraid to brake her, like she’s a fragile piece of glass. Seeing completely through it yet still appreciating its beauty.

His conscience pushes him to ask if she’s ok. She’s fine she says, he hopes she’s being honest. He’d drop everything in a second if she told him otherwise. This isn’t about him anymore or what he wants. Honestly, he’s not sure it ever was. She wanted this. She asked for this. He was doing this for her… right?

She moans softly in his ear as he moves a little faster. Her smaller body convulses beneath him, enjoying every second. Her arm wraps around him as her noises imply she’s being pushed over her edge. She cums quickly, first times are never that long anyway. He’s torn between stopping for her and continuing for himself. He chooses to continue. Selfishly biting the stem. His hips move faster this time, she lays beneath him with no protest. He kisses her neck, trying to make sure she’s still into it.

Her arms regain their strength and wrap around him again, pulling him close to her. The small movement pushing him over the edge. He pulls out immediately and cums onto her stomach. That was reckless and immature. Did he take advantage of her?

She lays her head back on the mattress and she breathes softly. The after sex clarity setting him for him. He stands up straight and finds his boxers from the floor, pulling them on. He quickly grabs her underwear as well, he picks up her feet and slides them up her legs like some fucked up Cinderella. She giggles as he pulls them up, her tiny fingers playing with the cum on her stomach like it’s a toy. She brings a bit to her mouth and sucks it off her finger while maintaining eye contact with him.

He runs his fingers through his hair before turning around and heading to his bathroom. He quickly grabs a rag and wets it under some warm water, avoiding looking himself in the eye in the mirror. He comes back and wipes off her stomach, “I’m sorry.” He apologizes.

She tilts her head in confusion, “For what?”

“For- for this- I’m the adult, I should’ve said no-“

She sits up, taking the rag, setting it aside, and holding his hands. She looks into his eyes softly, “I asked for this Ezra, thank you.”

He pulls back, standing up straight again, “But you’re so young, I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry I did that to you-“

“Ezra don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Make this about you.” She states plainly before she stands up next to him, “I love you but this isn’t about you…” He looks into her eyes and nods, pulling her into a tight hug. “Thank you.” Her voice muffles against his chest.

“I love you too.” He replies softly. “So much.” She smiles against him. They stay like that for a while.

If you do eat the stem of a chocolate covered strawberry, there’s no way to go back. The stem is permanently damaged from your teeth. Without consumption, it’s still ruined. Did he ruin her?

Chapter 7: Another Bite

“Wait, idea!” Georgia announced as she paced around the front of his classroom.

“What is it?” Ezra looked up from his papers.

“We tell my parents you’re just helping me study, you sleep over but we wake up before six and make sure you’re out of the house by then so my parents never find out!”

He smiles a bit, looking amused. “Maybe, instead, we stick with the first part but then instead of leaving at six we just say I feel asleep?”

“That could work.” Georgia ponders aloud.

And just like that the idea came to fruition. Georgia enters her room after making sure her parents were asleep and she looked and smelled well enough. She sees him lying on her bed, closing the door behind her as she steps into the room. He turns his head and smiles at her, sitting up quietly. She looks at him with a soft expression.

Turning to her dresser, Georgia grabs a short silky nightgown she owns. She pulls her shirt over her head, purposefully taking longer than necessary to give him a bit of a show. Ezra’s face goes red as he turns away out of courtesy. She slips her pants down her legs as well, unclipping her bra and sliding the nightgown over her head. Its silky thin fabric causes her nipples to be visible under the gown.

She sits on the side of the bed and looks at him, his face is red and his eyes are closed. She runs her cold hands along his arm, “You’re not looking at me.” She comments softly.

“I don’t feel like I’m supposed to.” He responds.

“I want you to.” Her words come out quiet but confident. As if she had put thought into this.

“I’m supposed to be helping you study.” He reminds her as he picks up the textbook.

She takes it from his hand and opens it to a random page, “Will you help explain the…” her eyes scan the page, “The concept of factoring in math?”

He chuckles as he sits up, becoming more comfortable. He rests his arm around her shoulder as he looks down at the book, “Seems a little beyond my capabilities as an English teacher.”

“Great, how will I ever learn the quadratic formula now?” She jokes. He rests his head on her other shoulder and tucks a bit of her hair behind her ear, “You could help keep me warm instead?” She teases.

He pauses, he told himself he didn’t want to have sex with her again, not anytime soon anyway. He felt terrible after the first time, like he had taken advantage of her. But she felt so good…

She takes his hand in hers and trails it down her body slowly. Ezra bites the inside of his cheek, conflicted on what he should do. What’s one more time if she’s asking for it?

“Your parents are in the other room.” He reminds her softly.

“I know. I can be quiet.” She whispers in his ear.

The more he thought about it the more excuses he came up with. It’s just one more time, then he would stop it next time. He could keep quiet, but keeping her quiet felt like a challenge. He had sex when he was her age, he turned out fine. It was so hard to say no when she looked at him like that. What would one more bite do?

She leans back in his touch, giving him the control. He lightly pushes her off the bed so he can sit on the edge properly, once there he pulls her back down onto his lap slowly, always making sure to give her time to pull away if she needs up. His fingers push under the waistband of her underwear, she lifts her hips expectingly, allowing him to push her underwear further down until then slip off her ankles. She’s practically naked on his lap, the only thing covering her is her sheer nightgown.

His hands slide along her smaller build as she sits in between his legs, back pressed against his chest. He pulls his own jacket off and follows it up with his shirt. His fingers play with the hem of her gown before going down a little further. She gasps softly as his fingers play quickly finds her clit. She’s already soaked.

Ezra ventures down a little further before pushing his middle finger inside her slowly, savoring every second of her trying to keep her noise level down. She puts a hand over her own mouth but he soon replaces it with his own. She can already feel the growing problem in his pants that she signed herself up for.

She whispers his name softly, making him shudder. He sets her aside and gets up, “Can I flip you over?” He asks softly.

Without answering she lays on her stomach and pulls the bottom of her nightgown up. He quickly grabs a pillow and lifts her hips up like she weighs nothing. He stuffs the pillow underneath her hips before setting her back down and kissing her shoulder lightly. She expects him to enter quickly but instead finds him going to his knees behind her as she bends over the side of the bed. He pulls her body a little closer before lapping her up.

His tongue slithers around, eventually pushing inside her for just a moment before pulling back to tell her to be a little quieter. He stands up straight and starts to unbuckle his belt.

Depending on bite size, the second bite is never quite as good as the first when it comes to chocolate covered strawberries. The second bite is never as chocolatey which is typically the reason you’re eating a chocolate covered strawberry instead of just a regular strawberry. It can be better depending on the sweetness of the strawberry and taste. Some prefer a bitter and uncovered strawberry. This feeling is not for those people.

The second bite is never as unknowing as the first. It’s familiar, more predictable. You know after the first bite if the strawberry is sweet or sour. You know what to expect. Though the second bite can be just as enjoyable as the first. She’s sweet. The less chocolate in the bite doesn’t make a difference as it’s made up for in sweetness.

He steps out of his pants and boxers when they get to his ankles. Positioning himself behind her, he grabs her hips softly, his fingers pushing into her skin. Similar to his first bite, he pushes into her slowly to begin. She bites the sheets beneath her as he slides in further and further.

Time slows down as his pace picks up. She loves every second of it. She can feel every millimeter of friction inside her, consuming him in a way she didn’t expect. He lets out low grunts as he continues.

As she lays beneath him he can’t help but ponder the circumstances. A small sound of floorboards creaking startles them. He pauses fully, stalling inside of her. She somehow finds it in her to laugh softly. He leans down and presses his chest to her back, using a hand to cover her mouth again. “Shhh. You’re being loud.” He whispers in her ear.

She playfully licks his hand and he pulls it back. She bends her neck back to look up at him to the best of her abilities, “Make me.”

The challenging glint in her eyes causes him to press forward a little more. He’s buried as deep inside her as he can be, she was taking him so well. She’s pinned between him and the mattress, convinced that’s where she wants to be. Guilt flashes through his mind again, he’s the adult here, she’s just a kid, she doesn’t really know what she wants. Yet he continues anyway.

He pushes to his own edge before once again pulling out and cumming onto her back. He lets out a low groan before he gets back to his knees before him. He pushes through his usual post sex clarity and kisses her ass softly. She lets out a small and innocent giggle. God, she was perfect. He sucks a hickey into her skin.

When he’s finished giving her a little more physical attention, he grabs his t-shirt and uses it to wipe off the evidence. He didn’t apologize this time. He tosses the shirt to the side before pulling her underwear back up her legs and pulling her nightgown down. She pushes off the bed and stands up softly, she walks towards the door, leaving him standing there, naked in her room. She quickly leaves to go to the bathroom, when she returns he’s in his boxers and lying in her bed. She smiles to herself as she turns off the light and slips in next to him. His arm quickly wraps around her as he presses a kiss to her shoulder.

“I love you.” He whispers.

She smiles, “I love you too.”

His hand finds its way under her nightgown again, pushing back under her panties. She looks at him curiously. “You didn’t finish.” He reminds her softly. She turns over to lay on her back, slowly spreading her legs again. His finger pushes into her again, her eyes flutter closed.

She bites her lip as his finger pumps in and out of her. His palm rubs against her clit as she’s pushed over her own edge. The sheets are pulled tightly in her small hands. Small whines escape her mouth as she shuts her eyes a little tighter. He buries his hand in her neck as she becomes fully consumed by him. Her body tenses fully against him, he can feel the way her insides tighten around him. The feeling is similar to a drug for the both of them.

Her body relaxes into the mattress as she comes down from her climax. His finger pops out of her and drags a wet trail up her stomach. He presses another soft kiss to her shoulder. Her eyes flutter open as she turns her head to look at him. They both just look into each other’s eyes for a moment longer, enjoying the silence after such an intense moment.

With closed eyes she leans in again and kisses him. She pushes him to lay on his back as she turns to her side. Her hands touch his face and slide down his body. Rather than wiping it off, Ezra takes his wet finger and brings it to his mouth, she watches with a small giggle, “That’s kind of nasty.” She laughs.

He shakes his head, “It’s not, you taste sweet.”

She covers his face with her hands as she blushes, “Don’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” He smiles, allowing her to keep her hands over his eyes.

“Because it makes me want you more.” She answers plainly.

He snakes his arm around her waist and slides his hand under her nightgown again. This time his hand scratches her back lightly. Her body melts on top of him as she puts her arm around him as well. He pulls the blanket that’s pooled at their waist up a little higher as she closes her eyes on his chest.

He can feel it as she slowly falls asleep on him. He continues his soft scratching even after she’s asleep. He brings his free hand to his temple as he sighs. The guilty feeling creeps over him again as he’s reminded they can’t stay like this forever. Her mom would wake up the next morning and would probably kill him if she saw him like this with her daughter. That is if her mom would even check on her. Usually she just lets her sleep all morning, or so he’s heard.

It takes a while for him to be able to sleep too, far too worried about the consequences of his actions. Even if he didn’t get caught and told off for this, what about the long term damage he could be causing her by indulging in these sexual desires? He shouldn’t even be kissing her let alone fucking her in her own bed full of stuffed animals with her parents in the room next door. Though he wasn’t sure if the guilt was enough to push him to stop. He loved her too after all.

Chapter 8: Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving creeps up on you like a cat when you least expect it. Especially when your family has nowhere to go when the town gets snowed in. Usually Georgia and her parents would drive out to their grandparents for the holidays but this year an unexpected snow storm forced everyone to stay in.

As if things couldn’t get worse, a knock on the door can be heard from Georgia’s seat in the living room. She gets up to answer it. It’s Ezra’s parents from next door and an Ezra close behind. Mrs Fitz smiles brightly, “Your mother invited us over, she figured at least with the snow your neighbors could still make it over.”

She steps inside the house without a warning followed by Mr Fitz and Ezra. Mr and Mrs Fitz quickly make themselves at home while Ezra stays behind to stand by Georgia. “My parents aren’t even awake yet.” Georgia laughs.

“My parents are early risers.” He laughs along with her. “Hopefully this isn’t the worst Thanksgiving you’ll ever have.” He wraps his arm around her shoulder and presses a kiss to the top of her head when he sees that they’re alone.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Georgia smiles before stealing a proper kiss. She walks off towards the kitchen where Mr and Mrs Fitz had started setting up. The oven was already filled with the turkey and the green bean casserole that Georgia had started earlier that morning. She helps them set up everything in the kitchen, joking and laughing with them like everything was normal. In a way it was, they didn't know she was seeing their son.

Georgia’s parents come down the stairs excitedly, ready to push Georgia out of the kitchen and take all the credit for the food she made. This was a yearly thing. She took the opportunity to see herself out. She makes her way back to her room to see Ezra lying on her bed.

“What are you doing in here?” She asks as she closes the door behind her.

He leans up on his elbow and looks at her, “Do you ever wonder if parents know what’s going on?”
She tilts her head as she thinks about it, “Not really.” Her answer is plain. She steps closer to the bed and sits on the side, running her hands through his hair softly, “I don’t think my parents would even notice if I went missing.”

“No?” He asks curiously, sitting up and pulling her to sit between his legs.

“No. I speak from experience, one time I slept over at my friend’s house without asking and when I got home they admitted they didn’t even know I was gone. So no, I don’t think they know anything. Why, do you think you do?”

“My mom asked me why I seemed so… distracted recently.” He admits.

“Distracted, huh? Is that a good or a bad thing?” Her head pushes back against his chest as she looks up at him.

“Neither really. It’s just an observation. But I’m pretty sure I always get a little withdrawn when I’m seeing someone, because then I have someone else to talk to.” He explains, “I think my mom at least realizes that and is going to start asking me questions soon.”

“What are you going to tell her?” Georgia asks.

He pauses, “I’m not sure.” He presses a kiss to the top of her head again.

Georgia suddenly sits up, “Do you want to do something fun?”

He laughs softly, “Depends what your idea of fun is.”

She pushes off the bed and pulls him with, “Let’s build a snowman or just throw snow at each other.”

“It’s extremely cold outside.” He laughs but lets her pull him along anyway.

“That’s what fireplaces and hot chocolate are for!” She smiles brightly. She grabs her coat by the front door as she puts on a pair of boots. Before he knows it he’s standing outside with his hands in his pockets as she tests the snow. After deciding it’s packable she puts a ball of snow in his hands, “Start rolling!”
The cold really isn’t his thing but he’ll manage if it means he gets to see her smile afterward. He rolls the snowball until it’s big enough for a body. When he’s not looking she throws a snowball at his head but just misses. He stands up straight and looks at her with a challenging look, “You’re going to regret that.” He teases. He quickly scoops up some snow and throws it at her.

She runs around the front lawn trying to dodge snowballs but she’s not quite fast enough. He grabs her from behind and tosses her into a pile of snow. Georgia laughs loudly as she falls into the snow. “Ok ok! Truce!” She laughs loudly.

“There are no truces in snowball fights.” He laughs back, though he reaches his hand out to help her up anyway. She’s pulled up to her feet, she quickly pushes him backward into the snow and runs towards the front door. Ezra rolls his eyes and gets back up himself, brushing the snow off of himself. Before she can reach the door he pulls on the back of her coat, pouring a bit of snow in the back.

She screams and turns around to hit him lightly. He can’t help but laugh. “That’s not funny!” Her nose scrunches up as she gets a little more frustrated.

“You started it.” He laughs as he opens the door for her. She takes her coats off as soon as she steps inside. “Here.” He ushers her towards the lit fireplace in her living room. There’s a blanket thrown across the back of the couch, she grabs it and pulls it around her shoulders. He sits next to her on the floor, pulling the blanket around his shoulders too.

Georgia looks around the room for any parents but doesn’t see any. Resting her head on his shoulder, she leans up and kisses his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kisses the top of her head and rests his cheek there. It’s a sweet moment.

“The food smells good. It’ll probably be ready soon.” She comments.

Ezra lifts his head off her shoulder and takes the blanket off to wrap it around just her instead, “It does.”

“You know, I think you should get a cat.” She comments out of nowhere.

The subject change makes him laugh, “Why would I get a cat?”

“Because I think you’re lonely.” She smiles.

“I’m lonely?” He smiles back, “What about you?”

“Well yeah, you have me but I don’t live with you.”

“And this has nothing to do with the fact that your mom is allergic to cats so you can’t have one here?” He asks, already knowing the answer.

“No, obviously not, I do think you should get a cat though.”

“I feel like I’m more of a dog person.” He jokes.
She rolls her eyes, “Cats are way cooler.”

“Maybe I’ll take you to a pet store so you can look at cats… but I’m definitely not getting one.” He laughs.

“Dinner is ready!” Georgia’s mom announces from the kitchen.

Chapter 9: The View Is Gorgeous From Here

He found himself initiating this time. The guilt he felt after every time became less and less after each bite. This time she looked up at him with large and innocent eyes. She was on her knees between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. Wearing nothing but a lacy bra and matching underwear. She didn’t always dress that way. When they first started aging she would only ever wear normal underwear, nothing fancy and overly sexual. Things were different now though. She wasn’t a virgin anymore.

She picks up his dick with her hand, pumping him slowly, swearing she knew she could figure this out. He was always patient with her, she was young. How was she supposed to know how to suck a dick? He nearly crumbled into a million little pieces the second she put her mouth on him. The feeling of her small wet mouth around him is overwhelming.

He mutters a curse under his breath as she takes him as far as she can. When he looks down he can see it’s not even half of him. It still felt good though, and she was trying for his pleasure only. He tangles his fingers in her hair, not moving her head at all, just reminding her of his presence as if his penis in her mouth wasn’t enough.

Her mouth working around him feels like heaven, though being inside her feels even better. He pushes her head just off of him as he finishes himself off. She sticks her tongue out as his cum floods her face. It hurt to admit but her face looked so pretty covered in his cum. He leaned down with her chin in hand and kissed her. She kisses him back eagerly. When he pulls away she uses her finger to wipe some of the cum off her face, pulling it into her mouth while making eye contact with him.

He tells her how pretty she is, it’s enough to make her ask for more. He quickly pulls her to her feet and kisses her again. Stepping between his legs, she puts a leg up to straddle his lap. His hands roam her naked body, kneading her skin. Her skin is soft to the touch, like dough.
The safety of his apartment was by far his favorite place to have sex. They could be as loud as they wanted, no need to worry if someone would need them and knock on the door. They can sleep peacefully all night without having to wake up early and pretend they didn’t sleep with each other just hours before.
Lifting her up onto his lap, he makes sure her lips never leave his. He holds her close as he stands up to switch their position. Her back touches the mattress with a small giggle. He loves the way she laughs during intimate moments, it’s sweet.

She pulls him close to her, the left over cum drying on her face. He smiles when he looks at her, leaning down and licking her face. She laughs louder, “You’re so weird.”

He laughs too, kissing her cheek softly, “So are you.”

He slowly pushes inside of her, earning a small gasp followed by another laugh. “Can we push a little further tonight?”

The pace starts out slow, “What do you mean?”

She looks into his eyes deeply, reaching out to touch his cheeks, “I want you to cum inside me.” She states plainly, as if that’s a feasible request.

“What-“

“I have an IUD, Plan B exists… I want to know what it feels like.” Her gaze shows him how serious she is about this.

“I…” he pauses his movements, he can’t do that, even if she’s asking for it, he can’t.

“Please?” She pauses, “I want you to breed me…” He pulls out of her and stands up straight, running his hands through his hair. She sits up and runs her hands along his hips.

Without saying anything he pushes her back down to the bed and gets on top of her. He buries his head in her neck and sucks a hickey into her skin. She moans softly.

His hands run up her sides slowly, touching her like she’s fragile. “You know I can’t do that.” He finally responds.

A pout appears on her face, “Why not?”

He pulls back with a small laugh, “People get pregnant when that happens, and we’re not letting that happen.”

“People get pregnant with any sex, but we’re doing that.” She protests.

“Why do you even want that?” He asks.

“Because I want to feel close to you, it’s like- my natural instincts as a woman to want to get pregnant.”

“I’m not getting you pregnant at sixteen.” He laughs again despite the conversation not being very funny.

“I’m not asking you to-“

“You basically are.” He buries his head in her neck again.

“Why are you still going if you’re not comfortable with what I’m asking for?” She asks as her fingers run through his hair.

He pauses, muffling against her neck, “Because you asking is turning me on.” She smiles, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pushes back inside her a little quicker than normal. “If you get something you want I think it’s only fair I get something I want.”

“Depends, what do you want?” She smirks, implying she might get what she wants.

“I want to go a little faster, maybe try more than just missionary?” She nods at his request. He pulls her ass a little closer to the edge of the bed, throwing her legs over his shoulders. “But if anything is too much you have to tell me.”

“Can do.”

He presses a soft kiss to one of her knees before he continues his thrusting. He pushes insider her quicker than he ever has before. Her larger breasts bounce with each trust. The sound of skin slapping fills the air mixed with the smell of sex. The angle that having her knees at his shoulders allows him to push deeper than he has before. Her moans are addicting, he moves faster and faster to earn even more.

“You’re so pretty like this.” He lets the words he’s thinking slip out of his mouth. He feels bad for a moment before she smiles in response, encouraging more. “My cum all over your face, legs open for me.” He continues, throbbing at just the sight of her alone. She covers her mouth with her arm to muffle her moans. Her other hand rests on her stomach as it fills with butterflies.

Her stomach also moved with every thrust, but he found it cute, realistic even. She clearly didn’t starve herself to try and achieve the “ideal” body and that was sexy to him. The way her stomach jiggled and her back had rolls only made him love her more. The way her thighs touched in the middle and pooled when she sat. Somehow, even with the extra weight, her waist still went in like an hour glass. She was filled out for her age, perfect in his eyes.

His thrusts become even faster as he chases the finish line. His thumb finds its way to her clit, always wanting to make sure she got something out of this too. Her thighs push together around his hand, her calves touching his neck, head rolling back. Knowing that it’s his doing, he smiles down at her as she comes undone beneath him. For a woman she was fairly easy to push over her limit.

The way her body clenches around him pushes him over his edge as well. He buries himself deep inside her as he releases. Hot cum spills inside of her, maybe if she hadn’t used the word “breed” he could have been strong enough to say no. Though, he never claimed to be strong.

As he pulls out of her his cum spills out. He’s quick to lean down and push it back in with his finger. If they were already here, it couldn’t get any worse for him. He lets out a sigh, content fills his mind after finishing but there’s still a voice in the back of his head reminding him how wrong this is.

She splays out on his bed, enjoying the feeling. He lets her enjoy it for a bit longer before scooping her up in his arms. “As much as I’d love to just go to bed now, we should at least shower.”

Setting her down on the bathroom sink, he starts the shower. She sits there lazily, still coming down. He lets the shower get hot before helping her hop off and bringing her in with him. He didn’t ask for permission but he figured if it wasn’t ok she would have said something. He uses his shampoo and runs it through her hair after letting the water soak her first.

“I’m going to do something that involves putting my fingers inside of you, is that ok?” He asks, hands on her shoulders to stabilize her. She nods with permission, so he gets to his knees on the shower floor. Spreading her legs with his hands, he pushes his finger inside of her, pulling out as much cum as possible, as if that makes this any better. She puts her hands on his shoulders to stand up straight. It’s not meant to be a sexy situation but the way her body reacts to his fingers inside of her say otherwise.

Once done showering he wraps a towel around her first, stepping out to grab her change of clothes from her bag. He grabs her a clean pair of underwear and one of his baggy t-shirts. Seeing her in one of his t-shirts was always a guilt pleasure for him. He dries her hair with the towel a little more before lifting her to sit on the sink again. He runs a comb through her hair, being extra careful to not hurt her.

There’s a sweet look in her eye as she watches him comb her hair. “I love you.” She whispers softly.

He pauses his combing to smile, “I love you too Georgia.”

Chapter 10: Revelations

“I think it’s sweet you’ve been talking to her more recently.” Ezra’s mom comments when she was alone in the kitchen with Ezra.

“You say that like it’s a charity thing.” He laughs, grabbing the milk from the fridge for her.

She takes the milk from his hands, “Is it not?”

“No, it’s not.” He leans against the counter. “We’re friends.”

“Friends hmm?” His mom murmurs, “She’s young you know… and struggling.”

He pauses, “What do you mean by struggling?”

His mom sets everything down, “Well her mom and I talk. We are neighbors after all. She’s been seeing a psychiatrist recently, started her on some antidepressants.” He stays quiet for a moment. “I’m guessing she never brought that up before?”

“No, she hasn’t.”

“It’s unfortunate that someone so young has to suffer like that. She’s been begging her mom for a cat too, it’s got to be lonely being an only child who’s adopted. Not really knowing anyone.”

“Adopted?” He asks, “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure if her parents ever til her but she was adopted at birth. Her birth mom said she didn’t want contact. Don’t tell her any of that though, it’ll just put more on her plate.” His mom explains.

He nods slowly, “I won’t say anything.”

“She deserves a good friend like you, Ezra.”

“She has friends.” He recalls, “Finn, Maggie, Kai…”

“Yes, but there’s something you can offer her that they can’t.”

“What’s that?”

“Maturity.” She answers plainly.

Later that week he finds himself bringing Georgia to an animal shelter. What started as just a random change of subject became Ezra genuinely considering getting a cat. His mother’s words got to him. Why would she not tell him about her depression? That seemed like something he would have been open about if it was him in her shoes. How did he not know? How could he not tell?

“You should get an older cat!” She smiled brightly. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t tell, she always seemed so happy and energetic. “Kittens are higher maintenance, expensive, and EVERYONE likes kittens. Save a cat from dying!”

“Bit morbid but alright.” He laughs, “Why don’t you pick one? This was your idea anyway.”

“Yeah but it would be YOUR cat.” She tilts her head with confusion.

He purses his lips, “Is it?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

His hand rests on the small of her back. “Just go look at the cats.” He pushes her forward. Without making a fight she slowly looks at the cats in cages.

“Why can’t we just get them all?” She pouts as she focuses in on a ten year old, male, gray tabby, with the name Ringo.

One of the shelter workers comes up to her, “He’s one of my favorite.” She smiles at Georgia, “His nose runs when he gets excited.” Georgia looks at Ezra with bright eyes. “Older cats like him don’t get adopted as often though.”

“Ezra, he's perfect.” She tells him, “You need him. His nose runs when he’s excited.” Georgia repeats like he didn’t just hear that same information.

“Ok, he’s perfect.” He smiles, “Is he the cat you want?”

“It's not for me Ezra.” She pushes again, looking at Ringo through the cage.

He steps closer, “I mean it basically is, but sure. I guess what I’m asking is do you like him.”

“I. Love. Him.” She puts extra emphasis on each word.

“If I get a cat you have to come over more often.” He laughs.

“Yes! I will I will I will!” She practically jumps up and down.

There’s adoration in her eyes as she watches the cat roam around his apartment later. She’s on the ground with a cat toy, waving it around for Ringo’s enjoyment. The cat clings to Georgia quickly. Her eyes melt when she looks at him.

She comes over every day after school for the entire week to play with the cat. She even started to call him her son. Even just watching her play with the cat was adorable to him. Her enthusiasm was infectious.

That weekend she came over to sleep at his place. They watched movies and played games all night long. “You have to go get them, I have a cat on my lap, those are the rules.” He laughs.
“Fine.” She groans playfully “Where do you keep your batteries. I need to get back to kicking your ass in Mario Kart!”

“The third drawer from the sink!” He yells back, watching her look through the drawer.

She starts to laugh, “Ezra Fitz!” She laughs louder, “Is this weed?”

His eyes widened, “Don’t look at that.” He laughs, caught red handed.

She holds up a small bag of weed that was stashed in his kitchen junk drawer. “Do you smoke? I don’t think I ever would have assumed that about you.”

“I’m an English teacher for high school students, of course I smoke.” He laughs, “Stop touching it, if your mom smells weed on you she’ll kill me.”

“It’s a good thing I don’t go home tonight then.” She laughs, bringing the bag of weed and a few batteries back to the couch with her. Ringo jumps off of Ezra’s lap as Georgia sits on the couch again.
Ezra leans up and grabs the bag of weed from her, “Give me that. No weed for your developing brain.” He pokes her head.

“No fair, you’re still developing too.”

“But I’m over twenty-one and can legally smoke weed in our state. You cannot.” He reminds her.

“I can’t legally have sex either but that didn’t seem to be an issue.” She rolls her eyes.

“Georgia!” He exclaims, “That’s different.”

“How is that different?”

“Because people on antidepressants shouldn’t be smoking weed.” He reminds her.

She sits up straight, “How did you… I never told you that.”

He looks over at her, realizing he wasn’t supposed to know that. “Sorry. It’s true though, it can mess with your meds.”

“You’re not supposed to know about that.” She crosses her arms. She stands up dramatically and walks towards the balcony. Afraid of the possibilities he follows her. He closes the door behind them as she looks at the cars below them. It’s nighttime, it’s cold, their breath creates clouds in the air.

Chapter 11: This Is What Pity Looks Like

“Why didn’t you tell me you have depression?” He asks softly, looking out at the stars.

She stares blankly at him for a moment, “How did you…”

“My mom told me.” Ezra assumes the rest of her question.

She looks down at the passing cars on the busy city street below them. “I didn’t want you to treat me differently… when did you find out?”

“Last week… why do you think I’d treat you differently?”

She stands up straight, “Because you already have.” She sighs, “Would you have gotten a cat if it weren’t for me bringing it up? Did your mom tell you I had been begging my mom for one so you figured getting a cat would make me feel better? Would you have given me weed if you didn’t think it would mess with my meds?” When he realizes she’s right he doesn’t respond. “I want you to do those kinds of things for me, it’s sweet. But I want you to do it because you want to, not because you think I need you to.”

“I can see where you’re coming from.” He reasons with her, “But sometimes people need someone to go out of their way to do something nice for them.”

“Yeah, but it means a lot more when it’s not out of pity.” Her words come out with a bit of attitude.

“It’s not pity, I don’t pity you Georgia.”

“It feels like pity to me.” She responds with a wry tone. He steps closer to her, intending to hold her face but she backs away. “Can you forget about it? Pretend you didn’t find out.” She opens the patio door and steps inside, closing it behind her. Leaving him outside alone.

He pulls on the door handle but it doesn’t budge. He looks up and meets her eyes glaring slightly, “Don’t you think that’s a little immature?” His voice is muffled by the glass on the door..

She looks at him and laughs softly, “I didn’t mean to do that but now it’s funny.” She steps closer to the door and laughs through the glass a little louder.

“That’s not funny, let me in.” He groans.

“Or what?” She pushes further.

He looks at her with a disappointed look, “Is there a certain direction you’re hoping this goes in?” She purses her bottom lip, telling him all he needed to know.

“Or what?” She steps closer, poking on the glass.

“Georgia.” He responds lowly.

“Say it, if I don’t let you in, what's going to happen?” She pokes on the glass again.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Put me in my place. Give me a detention, do something Mr Fitz.” Her hand grazes the door handle.

Blush creeps onto his face when she talks, “What happened to no wanting pity?”

“I’m not asking for pity.”

“Then stop acting like it.” His words cause her eyes to widen. She instantly opens the door for him.

When he steps in she hugs him tightly. “I’m sorry-“

For a second he feels a bit bad, but then he’s reminded of how clearly she wanted this. He leans down and scoops her up, walks over to the bed and throws her down. “You’re naughty.” He growls.

“Me?” She smiles as he crawls on top of her on the bed.

He buries his head in her neck, “Yeah, you.” He mumbles against her neck.

“Maybe I’m ok with pity if this is how you show it.”

His hand finds a spot on her waist, creeping under the hem of her shirt. She shivers under his touch. “Do you remember what happened when you misbehaved when I used to babysit you?”

“You made me sit on the stairs until I said I was sorry.”

His hand comes up and grabs her chin, “Why don’t we practice our ‘sorry’s, hmm?” His grip pushes her to nod her head.

Her eyes lock onto his as he leans up and pulls his shirt over his head. She starts to quickly unbutton her own shirt. Underneath is a lacy black bra. He pushes her shirt off her shoulders, tossing it across the room once it’s off.

Leaning down once more to grab her chin again, he tilts her head up to look at him. “Do you ever listen to authority figures?”

She shakes her head in his grip, “My daddy issues run deep.” She smiles.

He laughs, “I can tell.” Her hands find their way to his belt, unbuckling it. “Naughty and needy, huh?”

She looks up at him with large eyes, “Please?”

“Please what?” He pulls her chin up again.

“Please fuck me. Please Ezra-“ his eyes look at her questioningly when he hears his name escape her lips, “Please Mr Fitz.”

“Better.” He states plainly. After letting go of her chin, he pulls his belt off.

He trusted that if anything he did were to make her uncomfortable, she’d tell him. So he decided to go further. Pulling her to her feet by her hair, he turns her around and pushes her back down to the bed. She falls to her hands and knees on the bed. He quickly pulls her knees off, bending her over the side of the bed. Ezra pulls her hands behind her back and uses his belt to tie them like that.

Sliding her pants and underwear off in one movement, he walks around the bed to grab a condom from his bedside drawer. “Teeth.” He holds the condom wrapper by her mouth, having her bite down to help him rip open the condom. “Are you sorry yet?”

“Not quite.” Her response comes out sassy.

He slides the condom on himself and bends over her slightly, spreading her open wider for himself. He lines himself up with her entrance, pushing in deep without warning. She gasps into the mattress, muttering a curse under her breath. “You’re so pretty like this.” He whispers in her ear.

“How pretty?” She asks. He’s caught a little off guard by how into this she seems to be, though he’s not complaining.

“Like a goddess.” He responds, pushing deep inside her once more. “I just remembered I bought something recently, in case a moment ever felt right.” He pulls out, “This moment feels right.” He grabs a small box from under his bed, pulling out a vibrator, ready to be used. He turns in on low and pushes it between her thighs. Her toes curl, causing him to pull it away quickly, “Not yet sweetie, we’re just getting started.” She whines at the loss of contact, but is quickly cut off by him pushing back inside her.

She lays there and takes it like such a good girl. She’s being so obedient, so helpful. He admires the way his hands fit in the dip of her waist, pulling her body against his with a slap. She’s incredibly wet and impossibly tight. It wouldn't be the first time the sounds of her wetness filled the air of his apartment and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. She was right, if this is what pity felt like, he could stand to pity her a little more. The way she felt was addicting.

Suddenly, he pulls out again, grabbing her by her hair and pulling her into a standing position against him. Her clasped hands remain tied behind her back. She gasps at the unexpected rough treatment. Maybe he was getting a little carried away, though she never told him to stop. He pulls back slightly, untying the belt around her wrists, “Will you be good?” He asks her with a low tone.

She nods against him, her obedience only turns him on more. He tosses the belt onto the bed. Faint red marks appear at her wrist. He presses a soft kiss to her shoulder in contrast to his rough treatment. His fingers work to unclasp her bra. Once she’s fully naked, he turns her around to face him, “Are you ok with this?” He pauses to ask her. Once again, she nods in response. “I want to hear you say it.” He corrects her.

“Yes, I’m ok with this.” Her voice is a little shaken, as if she’s afraid. The uncertainty causes him to step back from her. As soon as she notices this she looks into his eyes, taking his hands in hers, “Please Ezra- I want this. Please fuck me.” Her words come out desperate, like she needs this. “Pity me, give me what I’m asking for because I’m desperate and you pity me.”

He looks down at her silently, his mind racing. He had never heard her sound so desperate before in her entire life. Her mind seems to race as she looks at him too, “Ezra PLEASE!” She repeats, voice raised.

He reaches out to hold her cheeks, “I like hearing you beg…” he admits. Without another wasted second, he pushes her shoulders down to sit on the bed again. He steps between her open legs. Grabbing the vibrator from before, he puts it in her hands, “I want you to use this on yourself when I fuck you. Can you do that for me?” When she nods in response he continues, “Use your words for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Mr Fitz… I can do that.” She responds, her voice still shakes with anticipation. The use of his professional title turns him on a little more, and she can tell.

“Good girl.” He smirks. Pushing her back to the bed to lay her down, he leans down and kisses her neck. She holds the vibrator to her stomach, waiting for him to start before she uses it.

He pushes her knee towards her chest, opening her up a little further. She lets out a small groan as he pushes inside her again. She brings the vibrator to her clit, she turns it off as fast as she started. He looks down between them, “It was going to happen too quickly.” She admits.

He looks at her and presses kisses along her jawline, “Fast is ok, no one said we have to stop after one time.”

With what felt like permission to finish fast, she brings the vibrator back to her clit. As soon as he starts to move again her eyes close, already at her first finish line. “Fuck-“ she mutters under her breath. He can feel it as she cums around him. It almost feels as though she’s trying to milk him dry, it’s incredible.

The pace quickens, becoming relentless, prolonging her orgasm even further. Her breath is hot on his skin, causing him to sweat. The sensation pushes him over his edge too. Luckily, he remembered a condom this time.

He collapses on the bed next to her. “I think one time is enough.”

“Yeah, definitely enough.” She agrees with a content sigh.

Chapter 12: Today's Date

I think she’s mad at me, like really mad at me. I figured things would be fine, she seemed fine after we had sex but then the next Monday she didn’t even look at me. I’m a little confused about what I did? There was that whole thing with dining out she took meds but other than that I’m not sure what I could have done. And again, she seemed fine the morning after we talked about it.

Today during class Finn looked at me in a way that made me think he might know about us. Georgia has talked to me about her friends before, everyone knew she had known Finn the longest and consequently told him the most. Lately it seems like he’s staring into my soul. I’ve never felt frightened by a student paying attention to my class before.

I was thinking of asking Georgia’s mom if she needed me to drive her home sometime. It’d be a better excuse if I still lived with my parents next door to her but my apartment is more in the city now, so driving her home is a bit out of my way. I don’t mind but I’m sure her mom feels bad asking.
Not to mention the cat. Ringo has seemed more distant on the day she doesn’t come to visit him. He must have gotten pretty attached to her. I did too. It feels a bit wrong to call her addicting but that’s genuinely how it feels. I didn’t think I would fall so hard for her. For a while I really did only think of her as a sibling, but that’s different now. I love her still but differently now.

Things are different now whether we want them to be or not. If avoiding me makes her feel better than she can ignore me all she wants. But we can’t go back to how things were, even if we both wanted to, so much has happened.
I texted her a while ago now, I asked her if it was because I wouldn’t let her smoke my weed but she wasn’t sure what I was talking about. She said nothing was wrong but that if I was changing my mind she was open to “discussing” the matter. I’m not sure how much longer I can last without seeing her, if giving her drugs is what she wants then she can have the drugs.

It’s not a good thing, missing her. I feel entirely guilty every time I think about her recently. When I look at her I’m reminded that this is a crime. Yet, I can’t seem to stop. I love her. The love I have for her is different from any kind of love I’ve felt before. As a teenager you kind of just date for the sake of dating. When you get older though, you start to think about what it would be like to spend the rest of your life with this person. I want to spend the rest of my life with her.

Trying to imagine a life without her is hard. Even if she moves on one day and finds someone new, I’d rather live on the sidelines than ever live without her. Again, I feel so guilty whenever I think about her like this. She’s practically just a kid, and I know that. I know it’s selfish to continue dating her but I don’t think I have it in me to stop.

I think I’ve ruined her. For the rest of her life when she has sex or pets a cat, whenever she sees a belt or feels like she wants something around her wrists, she’ll think of me. When she grows up and tells someone about her being on antidepressants she’ll wonder if they already knew, worried about the time I figured it out before she could tell me herself.

It’s like crumpling a piece of paper. It can be smoothed out afterward and it’s just as good but those wrinkles will never be gone. Anyone who looks at that paper will know it was crumpled up, maybe even tossed in the trash. Most would choose the cleaner piece of paper to use. The few that would give the crumpled piece a shot would most likely ruin it even more. If you wrinkle the paper enough it starts to get holes and tear a bit.

It’s like a chocolate covered strawberry, she always was. You’re lucky to get more than one bite from her. She’s sweet but can be sour when it’s necessary. She’s all consuming without even meaning to. Sometimes the chocolate drowns out the strawberry. Sometimes when you take a bite the chocolate falls off and it’s just a normal strawberry left. Is it any less valuable? Less delicious? I’d like to think it isn’t. A plain strawberry can be just as good as a chocolate covered one. In fact it’s probably healthier. The enhancement of chocolate on the strawberry takes away its natural flavor. Sometimes it’s nice to make additions but sometimes the original taste is even better alone.

Thinking about her is like poetry. I love listening to poetry, it’s elegant but can pack a punch. It’s sour and sweet. It’s crumpled and holy but still beautiful. She’s beautiful. It’s been an honor getting to know her better recently, I hope this isn’t the end just yet. - Ezra

Chapter 13: Boiling Point

Notes:

This chapter lowkey got more kinky than I intended so if puke grosses you out then skip once the smut starts

When something boils, typically water, it bubbles. The liquid grows in size, spilling over the sides if not dealt with before it can get that far. Sometimes stirring helps, sometimes removing the liquid from the heat source helps. The method of calming the heat is different depending on the reason the substance boiled in the first place.

Georgia found herself stepping into Ezra’s apartment alone. He had something to do out of town, some teacher conference. He had asked her to feed Ringo while he was gone. Deciding to stay for a while, she sits down on the couch, Ringo jumps up next to her and nuzzles into her leg. She pets him mindlessly while she pets the cat.

A buzz comes from Ezra’s iPad that’s sitting on his coffee table still. Out of curiosity she picks it up, it’s a text from a random number. When she clicks on it she reads the automated appointment reminder. It’s for an escort service. She blinked a couple of times, surely she was just misreading it, right? Why would he even need to hire an escort anyway? She grabs the iPad and sticks it in her bag, once she got over how infuriating this was to find out, she had some snooping to do.

It was his fault really, for not having a passcode on his iPad. A banking app on the device showed substantial amounts of money being paid to the same escort company. What did an escort offer him that she couldn’t? She opens his browser to check his search history. Questions of if paying someone for sex was legal in their state came up. Only serving to make her more angry. She decided she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt for now. She would ask him about it when he got home.

That Monday after school she finds herself dreading the walk to his apartment. It was later in the evening now. He answers her knock with a smile, pulling her into a hug. He notices as she doesn’t hug him back. “What’s wrong?” He asks softly.

“Can we talk?” A pit forms in both of their stomachs, this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation.

He steps aside to let her in, “Yeah, of course.”

She sits on the couch, not starting to speak until he sits next to her. “I don’t know how else to ask besides being blunt so… have you been paying other women for sex?” He is clearly caught off guard by the question, stunned into silence. “You left your iPad here.” She pulls it out of her bag, “You got a text from an escort service… I know legally that escorts can’t have sex with clients but when has legality stopped you before?”

“I don’t… I don’t know what to say…” he answers plainly.

“Have you? Been paying for sex?” She asks again. His silence is enough of an answer for her to understand the situation. “Why would you do that? I just don’t understand why you would need to do that when I’m right here.”

He reaches out to touch her hands but she pulls them away, “I have… things… that I’m into that I didn’t want to push onto you.”

“What makes you think you get to make that decision for me? You should tell me what you want and I get to decide if it’s too much for me. But instead you decide cheating is the answer?” Her voice is angrier now, cracking with emotion, “I’m not a child, I can make my own decisions Ezra.”

“Having sex with you makes me feel guilty, Georgia…” he admits. “You’re so young, uncorrupted, naive…”

“I’m naive?” She nods, “Is that really what you want to be saying to me right now?”

“You feel fragile. I’m afraid of breaking you. What if one day you realize that there are better options out there than me but you’re broken so far beyond repair that you can’t pull yourself away from me? Then what?”

The bubbles spill over the side of the pot, “I am not fragile! And even if I was, that is not your decision to make for me! I am old enough to make my own decisions!” Her voice grows like the water spilling over the pot.

“I am the adult here Georgia, you can make your own decisions but you are still my responsibility-“

“Is that all I am? A responsibility? Are you still just babysitting me?” She stands up from the couch, “Are you only with me because you feel like you have to? Is mommy still paying you?”

He sighs, “No one is paying me to hang out with you-“

“Then why are you acting like this?!” She explodes, “Treat me like your girlfriend, not the kid you’re babysitting! I can handle kinky sex, Ezra! I’m almost seventeen, not twelve.” She steps closer to him, poking his chest, “You don’t get to decide what I’m old enough for.”

“Ok, I’m sorry.” He apologizes, making eye contact to show his sincerity.

“You should be!”

He checks her eyes for any hint of tension. Sensing some, he teases her, “Why don’t you prove it?”

“Prove what?”

“Prove that you can handle kinky sex.” He states bluntly.

“How kinky are we talking? Like tying me up kinky? Like leaving bruises on my skin, kinky?” She lists off as if she wasn’t mad at him just two seconds prior.

“All of the above.” He answers, “I want you to look at belts or bruises and have it remind you of me. How about we use a traffic light safe word system?”

“Meaning?”

“Instead of asking before each action, you just tell me red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for keep going or faster.” He explains the set safe words in order to prepare for the worst.

“Do I need to test you first? Make sure you didn’t get any STDs while you were off fucking some other girl?” She replies with sass.

He has the nerve to laugh, “I did not get any STDs.”

“How do I know that?”

“Trust?” He shrugs.

“Like how I trusted you to not fuck other women?” She crosses her arms.

“Fair point.” He says with a sigh.

“You’re lucky I’m obsessed.” She admits, “I deserve better than this.”

He nods, “You do. You’re right. I made a mistake and I’m sorry.”

“Prove it.” She tests.

“Prove what?” His eyes light up at the idea.

“Prove to me that you know I deserve better. Give me better. SHOW me better.”

“Just for clarification you’re asking me for sex, right?” He questions.

“Yes.” She laughs, “I am asking you for sex. Rough and kinky sex.” It wasn’t long before they found themselves tangled in his sheets. She moans sweet nothings into his ear as he sucks at her neck. Begging him for more, he bites at her skin. The biting earns him more and more noise.

His kisses trail down to her chest, popping one of her boobs out of her bra. He bites down hard on her nipple. Her back arches off the mattress into him, she murmurs a curse under her breath.

He pulls back and stands up, pulling her to the edge of the bed. The quick movement makes her feel weightless. He falls to his knees on the ground leaning down and pulling her underwear down by his teeth. She watches his actions with a sense of yearning coursing through her. Leaning down, his tongue connects with her core. The feeling courses through her body, her hand tangles in his hair.

By now he knows his way around her body. The tipping point for her is quick. The taste is sweet on his tongue. When he gets up there’s a hungry glint in his eyes. Still coming down from her high, Georgia plays back and lets Ezra take over. He turns her over onto her stomach, bringing his hand down harshly onto her bare ass. She squeals as his hand hits her skin sharply.

Without hearing the words “red” or “yellow” he keeps going at the same pace. He asks for her hands, pulling them behind her back and tying them with a belt. He grabs a second belt as well, slapping the leather hard against her skin. The pain causes her to hiss through her teeth, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little into it. Lines of red cover her ass, slowly turning purple as they age.

Once he feels as though she’s had enough “punishment” for snooping through his things he pulls her body towards him again. By this point, his dick stands high off his body. He’s met with an easy push inside of her, her body already wet enough for him. Both of them are too caught up in the moment to worry about a condom.

She lets out a breath she didn’t know she was even holding onto as he pushes inside her from behind. Her small body is pounded into the mattress relentlessly. A hand wraps around her throat, soft at first though progressively getting harder. Fingers push at the sides of her throat, letting her breathe but making her a little lightheaded. It’s weird to think just a few months before this she was a virgin, now look at her. Not that anyone cared enough to stop her if they ever found out.

She’s pulled up by her throat, her body pressing against him. He kisses her shoulder softly before spinning her around and pushing her back onto the bed. Her tied hands stay behind her bad as she falls to the mattress. He tucks her legs to her chest and spins her around again so her head hangs off the side of the mattress.

A bulge appears in her throat as he pushes into her mouth. She gags around him intensely, practically about to throw up by the time he pulls out to check on her. He squats down next to her as she spits out the extra saliva pooling in her mouth. He wipes off her sticky face with a rough hand, “You look so pretty like this.” He smiles sadistically.

Her eyes are glazed over when she looks at him. “Bite me.” Leaning a little closer, he grabs her chin and spits in her mouth. He stands back up straight and fills her mouth with his cock again. He uses her mouth roughly until he cums down her throat. The feeling of her throat convulsing around him is heavenly. Without much of a choice, she swallows his load. When he pulls out again, strings of saliva and cum connect him to her. Her mouth hangs open as she tries to catch her breath.

He lifts her up to a seated position, resting her back against his chest. His fingers find their way to her mouth, lifting her chin up to look at him, “I’m going to make you throw up.” He warns her. She makes no protests, no safe word usage while she still can. Practically inviting him in, his fingers touch the back of her throat. She gags around his fingers until a rush of warm school lunch and cum launches back up through her throat. It’s absolutely disgusting, but he loves it.

The vomit spills over her mouth and down her chest, even escaping through her nose. He wipes his hand off on her chest. Dragging her off the bed before the puke can touch the sheets, he’s already hard again. She’s completely spent, looking exhausted. He picks her up and brings her to the bathroom, starting a bath.