The Forbidden Fruit

'The forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest!' 

I can still remember the first time I tasted the forbidden. Although it was a rather innocent encounter I was hooked instantaneously. The smell of his skin, the broadness of his shoulders and the warmth of his body paralysed me. I touched someone I shouldn't have. I embraced it when I should have pulled away. I stole a moment I should have never had. But I finally felt alive! 

I was sixteen at the time and on a school trip with my classmates. As it was a public speaking competition there were only six of us accompanied by our Economics teacher, Mr R. I had always been Mr R's favourite. He was my mentor and I adored him. Witty, young, handsome... He was the ideal man! But of course I was just a high school girl crushing on my teacher and he a grown man about to be married. But when alone we would always share private jokes. Jokes about my German teacher who I despised with passion - an old brut who picked on me. And Mr R was no fan of his either. We bonded over our common dislike for him. And our passion for one another.

It was our last night away from home and we wanted to let lose. Have some fun, dance a little and make out with the boys. We were sixteen and from a lawless country where alcohol was served to minors. And Mr R had no objections. He would gladly buy us drinks and join our teenage games. But he was a man of principle. He would never go any further than to share an innocent drink with us. Or at least that is what I thought. 

We ended up playing spin the bottle...Or more like spin the cocktail straw and made out like crazy. Talk about saliva swap! Mr R did not join our game. He watched us from afar. And as the game got heated clothes started flying off in all directions. I was barely holding onto my tight shorts and bra when Mr R leaned over and asked me to join him outside for a second. As the teenage boys were of no interest to me I did not hesitate! I followed him topless. He took me to a narrow passage and looked down at my bra. I was blessed with a rather large pair of racks and a narrow waste, so I instantly noticed the cravings in his eyes. But he was a gentleman. He took off his sweater and wrapped it around me brushing his hand across my cleavage. It made me tremble! His touch was electrifying. I wanted more.

We talked a little about our trip and the weather. I could sense he was nervous. Nervous to be around me. But so was I. I could barely look at him without turning pomegranate. I caught a whim of his cologne as the midnight breeze rushed through the passage way. He smelled like sex. I wanted him to be my first. To lose my virginity in that precise spot with that gorgeous man! And I think he read my mind for he grabbed me suddenly, planting his round lips on mine. He kissed me with a passion I had never felt before. His lips soft as cotton candy made me shiver to my core. I felt as if I had just died and gone to heaven. A heaven where I was allowed to kiss my teacher until my lips turned numb and knees went weak. 

I could not believe I was kissing him. Kissing Mr R just feet away from the rest. Even in my wildest dreams had I not foreseen it. And suddenly he let go. No, I did not want him to stop! I was desperate for his touch. I prayed it would last forever. But he let go and pushed me away. And without uttering a sound he was gone. I was left alone in the alley with only my desires and his warm sweater to hold on to. The bittersweet aftertaste lingered in my mouth. I had just tasted the forbidden! And it was about to lead me astray...