Yes, Sir Ch. 11: To The Woods

Chapter 11 - To The Woods

Kayla

As the second nipple clamp closed around the rock-hard nub, I couldn't help the whine that escaped me - high and keening. I was lying back on Angus' - Sir's - bed, naked aside from my new jewellery and the SLUT collar I had on around my neck. The clamps were soft at the tips, but the intensity of the pressure was unlike anything else I'd felt before, especially with the golden chain that dangled off them. At the moment it was lying on my stomach, but there was a part of me that new the moment I sat up, the weight of the chain would start to pull, and-

'Rnnnnnn,' I moaned again, as Angus let go of the clamp, his hand gliding over my stomach, his touch on my skin sending shivers up my spine.

'Wow,' he breathed.

'You like it?' I asked him, smiling up at him.

'You look... bad.' There was a certain growl in his voice that made me want to just grab him and mount him there, but I knew this was going to be more fun if we took our time. So, I just bit my lip and reached up to touch his arm as his hand rested on my stomach - pushing it lower, and lower, until-

He pulled away, a smile on his face now, buried beneath that beard of his. He turned, and I knew he was getting something else from the bag of tricks I'd gotten.

'Did you get real clothes as well?' he asked, and I could help the laugh that bubbled out of me - it was such an un-sexy question that it was just so funny to me.

'Uh, yeah I did,' I said. 'Just some jeans and a couple tops. And some underwear.'

'I'd call this more than underwear,' he said, lifting up the set of black lingerie I'd gotten myself. It was lacy and completely impractical, but I knew it was going to set him off - which is why I'd gotten it.

I just shrugged. 'Play your cards right, and you'll get to peel those off me later.'

He gave a laugh and put them back in the back, and when he turned back he had a box in his hand. He opened it quickly, and I didn't need to really look to know what it was - I'd only gotten one box that size.

'Open,' he said simply.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth for him.

'Wider, slut,' he said, low and stern. A shiver ran through me again, and I opened wider.

'Ahhhhhh,' I sighed, as I felt the rubber-coated metal push against my lips.

'Wider. It goes behind your teeth, understand?'

I nodded, and went wider, letting him push it behind my teeth. It was slightly uncomfortable - not because it stretched my mouth or anything, but because it became quickly apparent that I simply wasn't in control of that part of myself anymore.

My mouth was his.

Fuck, I could live like this. I wanted to tell him, to whisper Sir as his hands lifted my head, to tell him how good this felt.

'Sit up,' he said, and I obeyed. I was good like that, even as I felt the weight of that chain start to pull on my nipples, surprising me.

'Ooooh,' I groaned as I felt the tug, constant and unyielding. Not too heavy or painful, but present.

'Lift your hair, Kayla,' Angus said, pulling me back to reality.

The way he used my name made me whimper - the intimacy of being his slut, but not just his slut. This wasn't some character, or some other person. This was Kayla, naked in her teacher's bed, wearing nipple clamps, a collar and a ring gag.

Who the fuck had I become?

I lifted my hair out of the way, as Angus pulled the straps around my head, clicking it into place. I released my hair, flattening it down and feeling how it made my hair sit in a bit of a funny way.

'Okay?' he asked, checking in.

I nodded, stroking his arm a little as he doted on me.

'Good. Now this.' He lifted the blindfold to my eyes, and I sucked in a breath through my held-open mouth as he pulled it over me. This one went over my hair, as it was less heavy-duty, but even that added to me feeling held-in, with multiple levels of submission to him.

That was what I was feeling, of course. Submission. I was giving myself to him.

My nipples. My mouth. My eyes.

I was his.

Everything went black, and suddenly I was just in a tiny world of my own. Full of sensations that I hadn't been paying attention to, and yet now couldn't ignore. I could feel my heartbeat in my nipples, that soft throb that was too hot to ignore; I could feel a little droplet of drool slipping out the corner of my wide-open mouth, warm on my lip; I could feel Angus shifting on the bed, making me move; I could feel the swing of the chain on my nipples again, making me whine just a little as his hand found my cheek.

His thumb wiped away the drool, and then I felt him slide his thumb into the ring, into my mouth. I wanted to suck on him, or kiss him, but insteadI just had to take him as he invaded me - so lightly, and yet without anything on my end to stop him.

'Huaaaaaa,' I groaned around him as I realised just how his I was, and I heard Angus chuckle softly.

'I think it's time we put this thing to work, don't you?'

His thumb slipped out of me, and I whined - until I heard the holy sound of his buckle coming undone.

Angus

All of the rest of the world could have blown up and died, and I wouldn't have noticed. Before me was Kayla, blindfolded and gagged, her perfect nipples clamped between silvery tethers, the chain hanging from them shining in the low light. The ring was, I could tell, quite large - but it was perfect. I'd always been proud of my girth, but as I pulled off my trousers and let them fall to the bedroom floor, my hardness hung before her unaware face like a weapon.

Her breathing was heavy and ragged - 'Hhhhahh - ngahhhh - hhhhhah-' - and I felt the hot wave of her on my shaft as I just stayed there for a moment.

Measuring myself up.

Of course, all of those thoughts were rolling around my head about getting caught, about her being eighteen, about having taken her virginity, about Rebecca and Hannah knowing - all of it was forbidden soup of lust that, right now, only served to make me more desperate.

I needed her.

I needed to take her.

She was sitting on my bed, legs crossed, dripping her arousal into my sheets. Naked but for the collar around her precious throat, and the blindfold hiding her beautiful eyes, and of course the gag.

And the chain.

I smiled, leaning forwards and taking the chain that hung from her nipples. Kayla whimpered immediately, feeling the shaft of weight, and then I pulled. Softly, of course, but enough to tug on her.

'HHH!' she whimpered, leaning forwards.

'Lie down on the bed,' I told her. 'On your back. Hang your head over the edge.' She obeyed, moving nervously with her eyes covered, and with my hand not letting go of the chain. It was small, but there was a definite weight to it, which made me smile, knowing how it would be driving her mad.

She settled onto her back, her mouth pinned open as she panted, her lovely breasts bouncing as the bed settled under her, her hair falling most of the way down to the floor. I held her chain in one hand, and reached down to the collar - finding the leash. I tugged it, letting Kayla know I had it, and she gave another new sound, wanton and breathy.

'Hrrrrrrhhhhh-'

I tugged her nipples, and held her throat in place as I moved forwards, pointing my cock to lie flat, until the tip made contact with the soft silicone of the ring currently holding her mouth open.

'This might be a tight fit,' I said, pushing forwards. The head slid in, though I felt a little friction that made me slightly nervous - though, I figured her mouth would take care of any dryness pretty quickly. 'But you know what we're like, Kayla. We'll make it fit.'

'Hhhhmmmm,' she groaned as my cock inched into her, sliding into the ring that her jaw open, until I made contact with her tongue. Immediately, inside her mouth, she went to work with the techniques I had taught her, licking the underside of the head, using as much of her tongue as she could - even if her lips were out of play.

'Fuck,' I breathed, looking down at her body as she writhed, taking me. I pulled out, seeing the shiny flesh of me slip out of the gag, before pushing in again - deeper this time. The feeling was strange, and a part of me missed the warm invitation of her lips, but the hard ridge of the gag was close to a cock-ring as I went deeper. Besides, the sheer depravity of using her mouth like this was so fucking hot, the novelty itself was making my head spin.

Her small form took me deeper, and deeper, until I felt the back of her throat - at his angle I still had an inch or so left to go, but she gave a soft gag and I relented.

Tugged on her nipples to remind her she was mine.

Pushed forwards again, until I hit the same point.

Again and again, never pulling fully out - just poking that point of her throat until she seemed to steady herself, and I was able to sink to that depth - and then push further.

'Oohhhhhh,' I moaned as I sank into her face, feeling the ring gag settle around the base of my shaft, my balls on Kayla's teenage eyes as I felt her throat start to clench around me. 'This is heaven, Kayla... I could do this all night. Maybe I will.' I pulled back, and then sank in again. Kayla gave a small cough, but I didn't let her recover, instead using her body the way she had wanted me to.

Claiming her as my own.

'Your mine, aren't you,' I said - not a question, but an assertion. 'My fucking cockhole. A slut for me to keep and fuck as I see fit. Fuck, every hole of yours is mine - so ready for me. Maybe I should plug your arse and make you sit on a dildo the next time we do this - plug you up completely. Make sure you know who this body belongs to. Any problems with that?'

I pulled all the way out, and Kayla gasped for air.

'GHahhhh... hah-nnhahh-ngahhh-'

'No complaints? Well, I'd better keep going then.' With a smirk, I lined myself up again and sank into the gag, balls-deep into her face - all the while holding the leash and the chain.

After all, she was mine.

Kayla

Sir spent about ten minutes just enjoying my face - my open mouth, completely at his discretion. He used me until I was choking and spit and tears were streaming down my face, until I was panting and moaning and Angus was fucking my throat, stretching me - oh, god it was so fucking good.

All the while, I couldn't speak, couldn't see - all I had to go on was how it felt.

And it felt fucking incredible.

Eventually, though, he pulled out of me and used the leash to pull me up-

Yes!

-pulled me into him and kissed my forehead-

YES!

-before shoving me back into his bed and climbing on top of me.

Y E S!!

I felt his cock slide against me, pressing into my pussy as he got himself situated. My mouth was still pinned open by the gag, so I couldn't beg him, instead it just came out as a keening, desperate noise that filled his bedroom, as his cock stretched me, filling me in a heavy, single thrust that had my eyes rolling behind the blindfold.

I reached up for him, feeing for his chest, his arms, his shoulders over me and his hips hammered me; he was panting into my ear as he fucked me.

And he wasn't making love to me - this was fucking.

It was everything I'd ever wanted, and he was giving it to me.

Hard.

From there, the rest of the evening sort of... devolved. Eventually the gag came out because he wanted to kiss me again, but the collar and blindfold stayed on for another half hour, until he had me doggystyle, holding the leash to make me feel like a real fucking doggy as he pounded me with that perfect cock as I begged, and begged and begged.

'Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-'

'Please what?' he asked, his own voice ragged, his own orgasm not far away.

'I need it, sir,' I moaned into his pillows, gripping his sheets as another orgasm tore through me, his slow thrusts just as intoxicating as him hammering. 'I need your cum - please - please cum in me, I need it...'

'Good girl,' he growled, dropping the leash and gripping my hips.

I was done for.

By the time he was done filling me, the blindfold was half-off my face, but I wasn't able to see - my world was white, another orgasm filling me almost as hot and thick as his cum, until I fell forwards. Dripping him, panting and shaking.

Angus sat back, and stroked my thighs as I lay there, until I felt him reach forwards. He took the blindfold off me properly, and unclipped the collar as well. The relaxing of pressure made me sigh, and Angus stroked my back.

'Take a rest,' he said, almost a whisper. 'I'll make us some dinner.'

Angus

Spaghetti bolognese seemed to hit the spot. It was honestly kind of hysterical. Kayla was mostly passed out after the session, but after I started cooking, she perked right up. She came downstairs wearing one of my t-shirts that she must have dug out of the washing pile in my room, and happily sat on a stool in my kitchen to watch me cook.

I made her tea, and she just started talking - yapping away all smiles and laughs as she told me about school. We talked about Rebecca, about her work and her University applications, about what she wanted to do next.

'Edinburgh?' I asked, catching onto something.

Kayla nodded. 'English,' she said. 'Ironically. God, that smells great.'

'Almost ready,' I said. Then, I started to feel something twist in my stomach. 'Look - I wanted to talk to you about-'

'Is this a 'we can't do this anymore' kind of thing?' she asked, jumping in straight away. 'Because I thought we were through that. We both know this is doomed and stupid, but we're not stopping.'

I laughed, and crouched to pull the garlic bread out of the oven. 'Grab a bowl - let's get you served up.'

'Mm-hmm,' she said, sounding sceptical as she brought two deep pasta bowls over. I didn't have much of a dining room, but there was table in the kitchen that would easily serve two, so I sat her down, plating her food and putting down a glass for her.

'Red or white?'

'Um, red?'

'Good choice - red is for dishes like this.'

'What's white for?'

I shrugged. 'Fish? I don't know - I don't love white wine.'

I poured her glass and sat with her.

'So?' Kayla asked, looked at me with those big, perfect eyes of hers.

'So - Edinburgh. It's not long now - a few months, right?'

Kayla nodded, and her demeanour shifted. 'Yeah. And, I guess that'll be the end of this.' I nodded, but she caught the look on my face. 'What?'

'Well, I just-'

'Angus, what?'

I laughed. 'Okay - save the third degree. I just... might be getting a place in Edinburgh.'

Kayla's jaw went slack as I said it, a fork with spaghetti hanging off it pausing halfway to her lips. 'You what?'

'I know,' I nodded.

'I- you've bought a place in Edinburgh?! That must have cost you a fucking bomb-'

'Inheritance,' I said, stopping her. 'There'll be some tax and stuff involved, and me and my cousin need to sort it all, but my uncle is leaving it to me. And... not to be brash, but he's not doing too well.'

Kayla's face fell, and then crumpled up a little as she put the fork down on her plate. 'Sorry - I can't celebrate your uncle dying, but... fuck that is...'

I nodded again. 'I know.'

'You'd be nearby while I was at Uni.'

'If I quit now, I've only been teaching a few weeks - us meeting again in a new city, as adults in a different context could even seem cute. Give it five years, no one who was in that class is going to remember me.'

Kayla nodded. 'Five years?'

'I'd be knocking forty, and you'd be twenty three. It's not exactly a healthy age gap, but every year past that it'd get more normal, you know?'

We were both falling into the idea, now.

She nodded. 'Yeah, there's what, seventeen years gap? It's not nothing, and people will probably always have a bit of a problem with it.'

I took a bit of my food. 'Well, we'll just have to show them how good we are. But it'd probably go down better if I'm not literally your teacher, and if you're out in the world. No one seeing it as me, you know, holding you back.'

'You're not holding me back?' she asked, a gleam of mischief in her eye. I played earnest, though.

'Never. I want you to do everything you want, Kayla.'

That got her blushing, and soon she was looking back down into her food. 'Well, right now, what I want to do is-'

'Food first, young lady,' I said, and she laughed. I loved that laugh.

Kayla

Friday night we were too full of food and joy to do anything really naughty - despite the box of toys remaining unopened. So, instead, we sat on Angus' sofa and watched Community together while he kept insisting that it got better the more you watched it. We were about four episodes in before I started to understand what he meant, before realising he'd fallen asleep on the sofa with me on his shoulder.

So, I made sure his curtains were all pulled shut, went up to his room and dragged the blanket from his bed and brought it down for us, curling up with him while he snoozed.

By the time I woke up, it was early Saturday morning, and while I was alone of the sofa with the blanket wrapped up around me, and I could hear the radio from the kitchen and smell the bacon on the air.

Yeah, I thought to myself. I could wake up like this every morning.

Angus

Kayla was quite happily on her phone when I served her breakfast, and let me know that Rebecca was freaking out about something being leaked over the weekend - something to do with some singer probably have a 'secret show' in Glasgow. She didn't know much more than me, but was happy to put the phone down for a bacon sarnie.

We sat together, watched the news, and talked about our plans for the day.

'I should chat to my mum,' she said. 'Let her know I'm not dead in a ditch.'

'Have you packed?' I asked suddenly. 'For the highlands trip? I just realised - Hannah gave me a list of shit to prep and I was supposed to buy it all today.'

'If mum is busy and doesn't want me home, I'll come with,' she said. 'What kind of stuff?'

'Just camping stuff. We're supposed to bring our own tents and sleeping stuff - do you have that?'

'Yeah, I got that weeks ago,' Kayla said, kind of laughing at me. 'Did you really not prep this?'

'I'm not much of a 'planner', okay?' I shot back. 'Besides, I want to get some other stuff, too - outdoorsy clothes, that sort of thing. Wellies.'

'Wellies?' she asked, incredulous.

'What's wrong with wellies?'

'Nothing! I just haven't worn them since I was six, is all.'

'So - what are you taking?'

'I dunno. Boots.' She shrugged and went back to her phone. 'Rebecca has boots too.'

'Oh, shut up,' I said. 'Call your mum - see if you have to get back.'

Kayla

It turned out that my mum did want me back at the house - but not until Sunday. She wanted her and Noah to do their Sunday roast with me, and he was apparently still there.

So, me and Angus had the day.

'I know we can't really go shopping together,' I said, after giving him the good news while he drank his coffee and got dressed for his day - jeans and a shirt that sort of bulged over his chest and arms. It was hot in a lumberjack sort of way, but I didn't tell him. 'But I could, you know, wait in your car?'

'Hmm,' Angus hummed as he pulled on his socks. 'I don't know if that's a good idea.'

'Well, what are you proposing? I just stay here?'

His eyes, even as I said it, flicked to the box of mystery items on the other side of the bed, on his bedside table. Before I could race around to grab it and stop him, he reached over and took it, popping open the tape easily and flipping the top open.

'What are you doing?!' My voice didn't hide the excitement well, and Angus just grinned as he put his body between me and the box - boxing me out. 'What are you thinking, Mr Hart?!'

When he turned, he was suddenly so big before me, his mass and height towering over me, that I stepped back, eyes big and looking up at the smile on his face.

'I think I have an idea - if you're interested?'

'What. Is in. The box.'

He lifted the first item out - handcuffs, sturdy and metal, with black fluff around them. He threw them onto the bed, and then showed me the second item. At first I thought it was a silicone butt plug, but there was an extra bit of silicone that ended in a wide ring, kind of hanging off the plug. He threw that on the bed, too, and then showed me the last item from the box.

'I can't believe you got this,' he said, holding the box just too high for me to be able to see what it was.

'I didn't! It was random!'

'Oh, yeah, totally,' he said as he pulled from the box what I immediately realised was an egg vibrator. 'They're just giving these away. How much did this box cost, thirty quid? Everything in here is worth double that at least, Kayla.'

'It was! It was a sale! I swear!'

'Well,' he said, holding the vibe in his hand - it was a small pink oval with some buttons on the front. 'There's an instruction manual in here which seems to suggest... hold on.'

He put down the box and hand just the vibe in his hand, and then took out his phone. As he was tapping away, I realised what it might mean.

'Wait - does that-'

'It connects to an app,' he said, a devilish gleam in his eye. 'Okay - now we have our plan.' He stepped forwards, leaning down and pulling me into a deep, loving kiss that took my breath away. 'Are you ready?'

'Yes, Sir,' I breathed into his mouth.

Angus

The shop had an odd smell to it. Something like a car after it had been hosed down, and shoes covered in mud. It was a bit earthy, a bit rubber-y, and the way it hit my nose as I walked in wasn't entirely unpleasant.

'Mrrrrrrrmmmmmmmh!'

I hid a smile by wiping my face, and made my way inside. As I did, my left hand was dragging my thumb up and down my phone screen, up and down, up and down, up and down.

'MMMMmmmmmHHRRNNNNnmmmmmHHHNNNNGGGG!'

It was difficult for me to keep my composure as Kayla's moans and whines, through her open-mouth gag back at my home, in my bed, poured into my ear. I had one headphone in, and my phone was connected to it and to the device inside ehr via the internet.

Modern technology was incredible.

'Hrrrrrnnnnn-hmmmm-mmmmhfff-ngghhhhh-'

I pulled out my list with my free hand, happily teasing Kayla with the other, as I browsed for what I needed for the week.

Each step was a little uncomfortable, however, seeing as Kayla had taken me up on a bit of 'trade'; once she'd figured out what the cock-ring butt plug was, she'd insisted I wear it while out and about. Frankly, the ring wasn't as much of an issue as the plug, especially on the drive over - which, through the vibrations of the engine, had taught me a thing or two about myself.

But that wasn't relevant.

'FFFFfffff-mmmfffff-hrnnnnnn-mmMMMM!-'

I found some wellingtons, as well as some boots for Kayla that were in her size, easily. The next section over had plenty of tents and camping gear, so I picked out an easy-erection two-man tent, along with some camping cooking gear and small pans. I knew we weren't going to starve or anything out there, but there was a deal, and if I liked the experience maybe camping was something we could do more often.

'MMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMHHH! G-guhhhhhhnnnn...'

As Kayla came in my ear, I let the vibrations fall low, before ramping them up again with a swish of my thumb.

'HHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNG!'

I smirked again, letting go of my phone - which meant the vibrations would just stay at that level - and took my gathered items to pay.

Chatted with the guy behind the counter.

'GGghhhhhhhhhh!!'

Paid in cash, and he took some time to get the change to me.

'HAHHHN-HHHHHHHNN-NNNNGGGGGG!'

Carried the rather full, heavy-duty bag back to my car.

'HHGGGGGGGGG! MMMMMMMHHHHHHH!'

Once I was back behind the wheel, before setting off, I pulled out my phone and unmuted myself so Kayla would hear me. 'I'm about to start driving home, my slut. I'm going to play a pattern through this app. Feel free to cum as much as you want.' Then, before waiting for an answer, I hung up and switched to the app. It had a section where you could manually play with the intensity of the vibrations, but there was another where there were default patterns - I opened that, and saw that there were also community-created ones. These ones had a voting system, and there was one near the top called 'torture'.

I clicked that, put my phone back in my pocket, and set off.

Kayla

By the time Angus took pity on me and let me go, I was a puddle. A melted pool of a woman, completely gone to the world. I couldn't think, couldn't speak. All I knew is that I'd never cum so much in my life, and that I'd just about blown my voice out from screaming into that fucking ring gag. The blind-fold had come off at some point from me thrashing about on his bed, my hands cuffed to the headboard.

And pretty much the entire time, I'd been either cumming, or in aftershocks; one after another, for what I later learned was about forty minutes.

'It was... amazing,' I told him as he carried me to the bathroom. There was a tub slowly filling with hot water, soapy and rich. Angus lowered me into it and I cooed, feeling him lower my naked, sweat-covered form into the heat.

I fell asleep pretty much straight away.

Angus

Kayla needed the rest - I washed her off in the bath, wrapped her up in one of my dressing gowns and put her in bed, letting her sleep for an extra hour or two. It was the middle of the day, sure, but she clearly needed it after how intense that session had been.

Maybe I'd gone too far? I mean, she seemed to like it, but she was eighteen. This had been a lot of expanding her horizons, testing her limits. Maybe we'd found one. And that was okay - she would be okay.

I just wanted to make her feel good; if I succeeded, then that was all I cared about, really.

Kayla

Once I was up and about again, I found out that Rebecca had texted me while I'd been out of order. Angus, meanwhile, had been busy packing for the trip - packing up his new kit inside a new bag.

It was actually kind of cute, for a six-foot something Scottish bull of a man.

'You ready for this week?' Rebecca asked, her voice thin through the phone.

'Fuck knows,' I said, snuggling down into Angus' bed, his dressing gown soft against my skin. 'What's it going to be like - a week in the woods with our adult friends-'

'Yeah, and ten other twats making any fun fucking difficult. You with him now?'

'He's downstairs,' I said. 'He packed, and now he's off doing grown-up shit while I veg out in his bed before heading home. You with her?'

'I was, until about an hour ago. On my way home now, just walking. This trip though... I think I'm going to go mad.'

'I know what you mean.'

'Plus, all of the rumours.'

'Yeah, you need to tell me what's going on, I don't really get it.'

'Just some shit people are throwing at the wall about T-Swift doing a pop-up Glasgow show. It has to be bullshit, though.'

'Yeah.'

'It has to be.'

'Has to be. Because if it's not-'

'If it's not, then everyone is going to want to go.' Rebecca sighed down the phone, and I could hear the conflict in her groan. 'I don't even like Taylor Swift, man. But if she's here-'

'It would be massive,' I agreed. 'But I also cannot fucking stand her music. And I'm not gonna be happy if this trip gets cancelled.'

'Oh shit, is that gonna happen? I didn't even think of that.'

'Kayla?' I heard Angus call up the stairs.

'Gotta go - Angus is shouting me.'

'Well, if Angus is calling...' Rebecca teased.

'Fuck off,' I grinned, and hung up on her.

Angus

After lunch, I took Kayla home. Or, near her home. I dropped her off at the park, with enough anonymity that hopefully no one would really notice, and left her to go back and deal with the awkwardness of that situation with her mum and her new beau. Her day was about to become a whole different kind of interesting - especially as she had insisted on putting in her now-favourite buttplug before heading out.

My day, on the other hand, was about to get a lot less interesting.

Instead of driving home, I went back to the Old Dog - now empty with Perri having left, and let myself in. It was a strange place when it was completely empty, lights off, and without Jack's muttering somewhere in another room or behind the bar.

I had to imagine that finding a local like this in the heart of Edinburgh would be difficult, nye impossible. This was just the kind of run-down shithole you only got in a place like this.

God - what a strange idea. Leaving. Going somewhere that wasn't here. Not Natasha to bump into at the shops. No one to explain Kayla to.

Without meaning to, I let out a laugh that was half a gasp. The idea of that - of being out with Kayla was... scary. After all, it was still risky. It wasn't that far away, after all. Buut, if we stuck to this planning to laying low for at least a year or so while she went through her first of Uni, we could run into each other in another city. 'Start' dating then, when she's twenty or so, and while some people might be able to put the pieces together, that I was her teacher, it'll become something of a funny story.

Hopefully.

I knew one thing - after this week away, I had to quit. Just, outright. No notice. It might seem suspicious, but I could put it on my uncle dying - which was something I had barely started thinking about. It was the kind of thing no one would question, especially as it was true.

Fuck, the idea that him dying was an easy out for my romantic situation was... bad. That was a bad thing for me to think.

I went behind the bar and pulled myself a quick drink - just a half-pint. To take the edge off. It was instinct, and easy, and there was no one to stop me.

I was dating a teenager.

My uncle was dying.

I have to quit my job and move city.

Fuck.

I stared at the drink, and after a moment, caught myself. I'd been down that road before, after Natasha. Drowning my sorrows. I knew that half pint wouldn't be the only drink, which meant it couldn't be my first.

I tipped it down the sink, rinsed the glass quickly and put it away. After that, I wiped down the tops - just getting rid of a thin layer of dust. After that, I put some music playing from my phone - Jack hadn't gotten around to putting in a speaker system yet - and made my way around the pub, just cleaning. Sprucing the place up.

After some time, I went back behind the bar into the rooms. My stuff wasn't here anymore, but I hadn't taken much time to clean up properly. So, I pulled off the bedding and organised the room so it was good as new, before doing the same with Perri's room - though, she had left her room in much better condition than I'd left mine. The bed was made, though I still stripped it to wash the bedding at home, and there wasn't a lot that needed to be sorted - except for a note on the bedside table. It was a business card, with a little note written on it.

Thank you for a wonderful stay. Drop me a text, and next time I'm nearby I'll swing round. P. Underneath was her contact information for what I assumed was her business, and I guess that she must work off her personal number if she was giving it to me.

I slid the card into my back pocket and carried on cleaning.

It kept me busy, at least.

Then, a realisation hit me. I hadn't set up the record player yet.

Kayla

'So-' I said as mum watched me come in through the front door. 'It's safe?'

'Ha-ha,' she deadpanned. 'Look. About that.'

'It's fine,' I said.

'No, it's not. That's not... you shouldn't see that. I shouldn't do that where-'

'Mum,' I cut her off. 'You... we talked, not long ago about how you were finally looking after your own happiness. I am not going to let you talk yourself into thinking you need to hide it, or stop it, or anything like that.'

'Kay, my darling, that's not what this is.'

'Mum! I'm serious!' She stopped, taking a step back. I couldn't remember the last time I@d raised my voice at her, and it shocked us both. 'I want to meet him tonight, because he makes you happy. If you wanna keep fucking on thesofa, do it! Just... put a sock on the door handle or something.'

'Oh, god,' she groaned, hiding her face in her hands. She couldn't help the smile that turned into a laugh, however. 'Kayla, I can't believe that we... I'm sorry.'

'No apology needed,' I told her. 'But only because I know I've been testing my luck recently with the good-faith stuff. And because I love how happy you've been recently.'

She let her hands dropped, and there was a wateryness to her eyes. She came forwards, and pulled me into a hug that squeezed me a little too tight. Then, she pulled back, and looked me over - and I realised that I was wearing my school uniform from the waist down, but Angus' t-shirt over the top.

'What are you wearing?'

'Uhh,' I stammered, looking down. It was a band tee from before my time, and I only half recognised it. I didn't even remember getting dressed after the session with the remote vibrator - all of it had been a blur. But, my brain kicked into gear. I was with Rebecca. 'Rebecca had. Maybe it's an old boyfriends? Or, like, an oversized tee she sleeps in or something.' I held up my bag. 'My blouse is in here.'

'Mmmm,' she hummed, looking me over. 'Right.' Shit. She didn't believe me. I could tell. I didn't even think she was going to be mad that I was seeing a guy - but the lying wasn't going to please her. I'd lied to her face. More and more recently. 'Kayla. Tell me right now. Were you with Rebecca last night?'

So much for that goodwill.

I swallowed. 'No.'

She nodded, and took another step towards me. 'Okay. That's fine. We've talked about sex a bit before-'

'Mum.'

'Hush. Kayla, you are my daughter. I'm not going to cast you out or anything because you lied. But you should know that you don't have to lie to me. After yesterday, I think maybe we should get more comfortable being honest. Is he a fling, or a boyfriend?'

'I... don't know. I hope a boyfriend, but it's difficult.'

'How so?'

'Uni. And...' He's older. I wanted to scream it at her. Just get it off my chest. Just let the lie come out, finally.

'And?' Her eyes bore into me with a mixture of that motherly concern and I think, something softer. Something closer to worry that wasn't directed at me.

'And he's... got this situation with his ex. It's just complicated.'

It wasn't a lie, and it must have been enough for me to pass whatever investigation she was doing. She softened, and pulled me into another hug.

'It's always complicated when you're eighteen.'

'Yeah, and your situation is so simple.'

She patted my back. 'Okay. Get changed, do whatever you're doing for the next couple hours. I'm cooking. Do you have homework?'

'No - I'm pretty much done. I'm at that point where like even if I didn't show up for the exams I have left over, I'd still get straight C's, so-'

'Well, that's crazy talk. Revision, and then Noah is joining us for dinner.'

'Gotcha. Love you mum.'

'Love you,' she said, going back into the kitchen as I ran upstairs.

Angus

I returned to a quiet home, and was ready for an uneventful Saturday night of TV and dinner, when my phone rang, with someone unexpected on the other side.

'Hannah,' I said, answering it.

'Hey,' she said, her voice a bit thin through the phone. 'I, uh, didn't know who else to talk to about all of this.'

I nodded as I sat in my armchair, clicking on my TV and setting it to low volume - but high enough to allay some paranoid thoughts about getting recorded. 'I know exactly what you mean. Do you want to meet up? You can come over if you want - I'll make dinner.'

'I- oh. Uh, yeah, sure. Yes. That sounds nice.'

'And we can talk.'

'Yeah, I think I need that.'

'I'll text you my address - head over whenever you can.'

'Not to sound weird, but I'll set off asap. I'm kind of losing it.'

'No problem,' I laughed. 'See you soon.' I texted her my address, and stood up again to go and pull out a cookbook - find something to make for a fellow cradle snatcher.

It was about fifteen minutes left when I heard the knock at the door, and answered to see a very sheepish looking Hannah giving me a half-smile.

'Hey,' I said, standing aside. 'Come on in.'

She was small - smaller than she seemed at work. She was sprightly and energetic at work, with a constant smile as she worked with the students, but now she seemed downtrodden in a way I'd not seen before. She shrugged off her jacket, and hung it on the pegs I had, and wiped her face.

'Sorry, I just... this is really weird.'

'Uh-huh,' I said with a nod. 'Come on. Coffee or tea?'

'Oh, god, tea please,' she laughed.

'Kitchen's back here,' I said.

'Your place is nice,' she commented politely as we walked through to the kitchen, where I had two cookbooks out on the counter. I got the kettle going and found her a mug.

'So - Rebecca, huh?'

Hannah gave a short laugh, rubbing her face. 'Am I mad? Are we mad?'

'Absolutely. Milk and sugar?'

'Uh, just milk, please. Really though - Angus. You need to give me something here, I feel like I'm going insane.'

I poured the milk in and handed her the mug. 'Why don't you just tell me how you and Rebecca got started. Walk me through it.'

Hannah took a sip, and hissed from the heat. 'Uh, yeah, okay. So-'

Kayla

'-so how's school?'

Noah seemed nice enough. He had his hair cut so short it made him look a little bit punk, but his smile was massive and he had enough sense to dress up with a shirt to meet his girlfriend's daughter. Though, he didn't seem to have a clue how to talk to me. Who asks about school?

'Good,' I shrugged, taking a mouthful of roast potato that had been cooked perfectly. 'Almost over.'

'That's the best part,' he nodded. 'The Americans call it senioritis - that mix of not caring, while also being hugely ready to go. Apathy and excitement, doesn't really happen anywhere else.'

'Noah spent a few years in America, didn't you?' Mum asked him, trying to pull the conversation away from school. Bless her.

He nodded, pouring a little more gravy onto his roast, basically making it swim. 'I did! After I graduated - University, that is - I took a bit of a late gap year. I was supposed to go for one year, find myself, you know? Ended up staying until this Winter. I only really came home for Christmas.'

'Lucky me,' Mum said, and I looked at her. 'What?!'

'So - where did you go in America?' I asked him, moving swiftly along.

'New York, at first,' he said. 'It's a cliche, I know - and I didn't stay more than a few months. After that, I went to L. A for a bit, worked alongside a million aspiring actors and comedians - do you know how bad that is? Then, moved to Chicago. I figured I would hit all the greats, you know?'

'Seems a bit random,' I said, and Noah nodded.

'It kind of was. I'd heard all of this great stuff about American cities, all this stuff I thought when I was a kid about following dreams, you know? So, I chased it.' Then, he looked at my mum and I saw something in him soften. 'I don't think America did anything for me except tell me that you don't need to literally chase those dreams. You need to build them, you know?'

'Kayla is going to Edinburgh, to do English,' mum said, patting him on the knee. 'If you think you can convince her to stay any closer to home than that, be my guest.'

'Edinburgh is close enough,' I said. 'Chicago is far too far.'

'Sounds like you know where you're gonna start building,' Noah said, sounding like he meant it. 'That means you're already a step ahead of me!'

The rest of the meal went in a similar vein - small talk with pockets of interesting life stories from Noah; he told me about his sisters, and his love of heavy metal music, and mum told us both about what she did instead of going to higher education - training as a nurse to take care of her dad when he got sick. I'd never known that that was the reason she started training for that. Before I came along, of course.

But he seemed nice. He seemed to like her. And he liked her cooking - which, to be fair, was the best it had ever been tonight.

Angus

'And so, we were there, in the supply cupboard, just me and her. She was freaking out, and I was calming her down, and... I don't know. She just grabbed me in a hug, squeezing me like nothing else, and at first it was like any other student, you know? And then, it wasn't. Something... changed. I could feel her against me, her breathing slowing, her... body. I realised that my hand was on the small of her back, and I went to pull it off, but she... she moved into me. And, I don't know if you got this from me, but I have been... lonely. Its been a while since I've been that close with anyone. So, I knew it was wrong, but being there, with her, I got flustered, and then... she leaned in.'

'She took control?' I asked, genuinely surprised.

Hannah nodded. 'She did. It made it easier, I think. Mentally, to convince myself, in that moment, that I was being seduced. And then, her tongue was in my mouth, and my hand slid down and, and she was wearing a skirt, and... fuck-'

'From there it just... escalated?'

'It broke when the bell rang, but the next day, we found another cupboard and basically just made out for like forty minutes. She told me she was a virgin and wanted me to teach her things. I mean, you've seen Rebeccea, right? She's gorgeous, and she's eighteen, and told me she wants me to teach her things? Angus, I wont lie, she did absolutely seduce me, but it wasn't hard. I went with it.' She took a shaky drink of her tea. 'I... liked it.'

'You sound so guilty,' I said, and she looked up at me.

'I am guilty! I'm a groomer!'

'I mean, some people might see it that way. But is this just sex, or is it more?'

She paused, thinking about it.

'More. It's become more. A lot more. She is... funny. And kind. And kind of dumb, but in the best way - like, she'll forget her water bottle on my desk at school. Or, shit, maybe she's just doing that so she can come back. Am I the dumb one?'

We laughed, and Hannah seemed to relax a bit.

'Well, it doesn't sound like grooming, Hannah. But, I would know - it's important to be careful. Me and Kayla, it's... complicated.'

She nodded and sat forwards, leaning into the shift of focus. 'Go on, then - how did you two... you know. Start. And don't tell me you made out in a cupboard.'

'Ha, no. No, we, uh, we started outside of the school. She came to a concert that was near my cousin's pub. She went by train, all on her own, specifically to lose her virginity, and the concert was cancelled. She was staying in the pub, because it has some rooms for rent, like an AirBnB situation, and... I was there. Just doing my thing. I had no idea she was eighteen, or a virgin. She just... was amazing. She was adorable, yes, but, confident and determined in a way that caught my attention. And we just... connected. Talked. Went back to the room she had rented and... fucked like rabbits.'

Hannah almost spat out her tea at that, laughing like a mad woman. 'You did not! Just like that?!'

'Just like that. The next morning, too - and let me tell you, she was great.'

'For a virgin.'

'Exactly! She had me fooled. Anyway, she goes home, and I start my new contract the next monday, walk into class, and who do I see?'

'No!'

'Yup. Right in front of me. I could have died on the spot.'

'Wow. Well, at least you didn't know she was eighteen when you bedded her.'

'That is a horrid turn of phrase.'

'It really is, sorry,' she laughed. 'But really! I was in the school, with a student. It's different.'

'Maybe, maybe not. To be honest, if either of us ever got caught, I don't think the nuance would matter much.'

'True,' she said, sitting back. 'Feels good to say this stuff out loud, though.'

'Brothers in arms,' I chuckled. Then, I gave her a long look. 'So - when Rebecca goes to Uni, do you have a plan?'

Hannah took her time to answer. 'We haven't talked about it much. She doesn't like to talk about the future, and it makes me... nervous. We're just living in the moment. Feeling it out.'

'I bet you are.'

'Fuck off,' she laughed. 'You and Kayla - any plans?'

'I'm quitting,' I told her. 'After the trip.'

'I figured that.'

'And then I'm moving to Edinburgh. Where she's going to go to University.'

Hannah seemed to pick up on what that meant. 'Oh my god. You're going to go public, aren't you.'

I laughed, and shrugged. 'I think we have to, eventually. So, we're trying to figure it out.'

'You're laundering your relationship,' she said. 'Making it... legit.'

'To the rest of the world, we meet as adults in another city. The age gap will be less of a red flag in a coupe of years.'

'A couple of years? So that's the plan - just... wait it out? Hide it for years?'

It was my turn to shrug and sip my tea. 'I have to try, Hannah. I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with her.'

She gave a soft sigh, and nodded. 'I think you're fucked, mate.'

Kayla

Sunday was easy. Noah wasn't there - he didn't stay the night, thank God - but me and mum were able to just chill for a bit. We watched a few old movies that she loved and drank some midday gin, making a day of not doing anything.

It was great.

But Sunday night, I got a text from Rebecca - just two words.

It's true.

'Ah, shit,' I whispered to myself, knowing what she meant. The concert must have been on. Even so, I packed everything like I had planned, and hoped for the best. What else was I supposed to do?

The next morning, I got the answer.

Went to school, took my suitcase, kissed my mum goodbye, and went to the front office - as planned. When I got there, it was literally just me and Rebecca standing there.

'Can you believe this?' she asked, standing next to her own suitcase. The front office was otherwise quiet. In fact, the whole school had been.

'What?' I asked.

'Look around - everyone's ditched. Hannah literally said like seventy percent of our year is out, and forty percent of the year below. Everyone is trying to get tickets, or planning to sneak in or something - or even work out what the hell is going on, really. No one knows where it's even happening.'

'I saw,' I said, lifting my phone - Taylor Swift had been spotted at Glasgow airport last night, and it had sent half the city into a frenzy. 'This is the stupidest shit I've ever seen in my life.'

'Well, it gets stupider,' Hannah said as she came through, Angus hot on her heels. 'We're still going.'

'W-what?' Rebecca asked. 'But- it's just the two of us.'

'And the school has put down a deposit,' Angus said. 'The fact that no one has shown up is... not enough, apparently, to cancel.'

'So,' I said, piping up and catching Angus' eye. 'It's just us four? Going to the woods? Alone?'

We all looked at eachother, and suddenly the tension in the air shifted. It crackled. All of us knew what this meant, but we couldn't believe that this was happening.

'Lets go,' Hannah said, making a decision. 'Before anyone realises how stupid this is.'

Angus shrugged. 'Fuck it, I'm quitting anyway. Rebecca, Kayla - get your bags.'

And then, suddenly, we were being ushered towards an empty bus. The four of us got on, Rebecca and me getting a medley of texts the entire time.

Where are you???

Are you actually at school?

You even know whats happening right now?!?

Fuckin losers what are you doing

It was... a lot.

Angus got into the drivers seat, while Hannah was in the back with us, making sure all of our bags were in and we were buckled up. Then, before anyone could stop us, we were away.

My heart was racing, and it wasn't hard to know why.

We were going into the wilderness - alone. The four of us.

Alone.

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