Numbers (A Mermaid's Thirst)

Numbers (A Mermaid's Thirst)

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

My name is Sarah, and I am a Mermaid. There was a war between our Mermaids and Mermen leaving us all extinct. We prayed for the Gods to let us live peaceful lives. They answered our prayers...with a price. We would be able to walk among the humans but still grieve for a thirst. And that thirst, is sex. Yes, you heard me right. Now, We need the essence of pleasure to live as much as a human needs air to breathe. Me and my sister Meghan attend Merciful High School of the New California. We still have our powers, and our fins when we want them. Our needs can take over our mind in a second devouring any men or woman at our wake. So when my thirst burns my skin, Luke Garcia, my Calculus Professor suddenly seems yummy. And it is him who I want to sedate this burning thirst.

Summary

My name is Sarah, and I am a Mermaid.
There was a war between our Mermaids and Mermen leaving us all extinct. We prayed for the Gods to let us live peaceful lives. They answered our prayers...with a price. We would be able to walk among the humans but still grieve for a thirst. And that thirst, is sex. Yes, you heard me right. Now, We need the essence of pleasure to live as much as a human needs air to breathe.
Me and my sister Meghan attend Merciful High School of the New California. We still have our powers, and our fins when we want them. Our needs can take over our mind in a second devouring any men or woman at our wake. So when my thirst burns my skin, Luke Garcia, my Calculus Professor suddenly seems yummy.
And it is him who I want to sedate this burning thirst.

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Submitted: December 03, 2011

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I was staring out the classroom window when my name was called.
“Yes, Professor?”
Luke Garcia was my calculus professor. A hot hunk from the Latino race. His eyes, those hazel bedroomy eyes stared at me from across the room. He asked me to decipher a formula which I did and got goose bumps by his bright Friday smile.
Class went on and on. Some of my classmate wanted to leave others were to engrossed with their formulas. All I did was sit there, talk to my girls, and share hidden looks with Professor Garcia. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his ass; I felt like staring at the cover of a cheap magazine with the Calvin Klein hunk models on the cover.
The bell rang and everybody hurried out. Me and my friend were picking up our books when my teacher called out my name, again.
“Sarah?”
I turned around and saw him behind his wooden desk with a shy look.
“Yes, Professor Garcia?”
He looked at my friend and then at me and shook his head with a sly smiled.
“I would like you to stay and have a talk with me.” Me and my friend shared a dubious look. He explained, “I want to know what are your future plans; college, classes, mayor...”
I nodded and turned around to see my best friend nervous and a little mad. I kissed her on the cheek and told her I would see her later tonight for our sleep over.
“I can wait for you.” she offered. But I narrowed my eyes and shook my head. Best friends always worry about one another.
“I’ll be okay. I will call you as soon as I’m done here, Meghan.” I smiled sweetly at her. She nodded, a little still worried and hugged me letting me go as she left the room.
I dragged a desk chair to the opposite side of Luke’s desk. He handed me some papers and we stared the conversation. He cleared his throat after an hour of surfing through papers and college applications and began to ask me questions.
“I see your friend has a crush on you. She worries too much.”
I stared at him for a minute, was that a note of jealousy hidden not too well in his tone?
“That’s none of your business, Professor Garcia.” he grimaced and continued surfing the web one his computer with a frown on his beautiful cinnamon colored face. I answered anyway, feeling a little guilty for my outburst.
“I love her, yes.” he looked up at me, a deeper frown on his face. “But I’m not in love with her. She’s my best friend, she’s like my sister.”
I surprised him, caught off guard smiling. He took a deep breath and calmed down returning the frown that was there early just a little off tone.
Placing one hand over mine he traced small circles with this thumb on the inside of my wrist. Then he asked,
“Why?”
It took me a moment to process this, how was I going to answer?
“Sometimes we don’t see the people around us, those who has loved us truly through the years. We tend to fall in love with those who never notices us, who ignore’s us. We begin to hurt the ones around us, while we hurt ourselves by loving those farther from us.”
He looked at me with disbelief in his eyes. Getting up from his chair, he walked to the other side and stood next to me, looking down into my eyes.
“Have you ever thought about him or her noticing you at a distance? Because, oh yes, he does feel your presence every time you come in through that door every afternoon. That conflicted man can’t take you out of his mind. He would do anything to kiss your lips and not let go until they are swollen with passion pleading for more.”
I was stunned to silence. This was wrong, he could get in trouble. No, scratch that...I could get into trouble. But a dark side of me took over. I was tired of doing the right thing, always.
I took hold of his tie and pulled him down towards my lips. I kissed him like I’ve always dreamt of doing. I stroked my tongue around his. His arms lifting me up on the desk and opening the zipper of my jeans, pulling them down until I had only my lacey blue under wear on with a white tiny bow.

He stopped and gazed at my almost naked body.

“You are beautiful.”

With his thumb he applied pressure to my sensitive part through my underwear. I shivered and a long moan escaped my compressed lips. I placed my hand on his swollen cock and rubbed through the material causing it to get larger and larger still. I felt his lips as he sucked on my neck, the sensations of eroticism too much for him. I pushed him back and took the rest of his clothes off leaving him in his underwear. I took my bra off revealing a pair of swollen breasts at his disposal. His hands unable to keep from touching them; caressed them as precious jewels. I arched my back as his fingers teased my nipples, pinching them until they were red.

As he sucked on my right nipple, his other hands worked on my panties. I let him take them off as his fingers worked; separating my folds to caressed the entrance of my sex. His intake of breath as my hands worked down on him, pumping him soft at first then fast. I licked the sweat off his chest, his heart a mad beating drum.

“Calm the storm inside of you.”

He stared at me, smiling as he did so. “I can’t. You are too much.”

Picking me up, he laid me down on his desk and opened my legs admiring. Gently, he kissed the insides of my thighs. I felt his tongue on my clit, twirling and sucking; heat radiating through my entire being. I pulled at his hair, and moan some more.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He was ready and anxious to commence, but my hand flat on his chest, stopped him.

A questioning look was on his face. “My turn.”

I jumped off of the desk, pushing him to a seated position. I went on my knees and placing his cock in my mouth, I sucked...hard. It was his turn to have his hands tangled in my hair. I sucked the head, warm and red from the suction. I kissed his body up to his mouth and straddled him. The first penetration is always the best, the surprised feelings and emotions cascading you to oblivion.

He watched as he pumped inside of me, my breasts jumping up and down. He couldn’t resist any longer and so his mouth was on my left one sucking hard leaving my nipple purple.

I jumped off and pushed him off of the desk. My breasts now resting on the warm wood, I bent down tipping up my cheeks of my butt; an open invitation. He took it; his cock ramming into me before I had a chance to gulp for air.

I felt his chest on my back, his teeth biting into my shoulder. My legs no longer able to support me, I switched positions to my back. His broad chest teased my needy nipples as his eyes were locked with mine. I opened my legs wider; a louder moan of complete pleasure. I bit into his shoulder as his scream bounced the stony walls. I felt his body tremble as he came to his climax, his eyes closed and lips compressed to a thin line; both of his hands squeezing my breasts as he pumped more juice inside of me.

We both got up and dressed in less than ten minutes. He wouldn’t even look at me, the shame written all over his face. I walked towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He pushed me off walking farther away. I followed him, and turned him around to face me. I was about to speak when he interrupted him.

“T-t-this never happened, Sarah.”

I nodded at him. But I was angry, very angry. I let my power over ride me, my irises becoming a violet color. I felt my skin begin to scale, my legs to unite. I calmed down, and saw his frightened face. I growled at him, scaring him into a corner. I kneeled down next to him and sang in a low voice.

“From the light of day

You may not run away.

From the dark of night

You may not shallow his light.

For memories I must erase

From moments ago in this place.

A man who once was gentle

Kind, loving, and not mental;

I shall gift you with a song

You will always in your sleep hear it strong.”

Luke stared into space, no longer a part of this world. I touched the side of his face gently and kissed the corner of his swollen lips.

“Sleep.”

His eyes drooped closed. I lifted his body up, his weight not a problem, and placed him in his chair. I brushed his shaggy brown hair back and wiped off some of the remaining sweat. I walked out of the classroom heading for the exit door not looking back. I found Meghan waiting for me outside sitting on a bench near the trash bins.

“I told you to leave.”

She looked me up and down, shaking her head.

“Did you erase his memories?”

“I left it as a dream.”

She shrugged and began to walk with me.

“Do you think mother will be furious?”

I shook my head, a faint smile playing on my lips.

“No. We need the essence of pleasure as much as a human needs air to breathe.”

“Very true.” She took my hand, my dear mermaid sister, and began to walk faster. “Want to go for a swim?”

I wanted nothing more but a nice swim at the beach of California.

“Of course. Lead the way!”


Epilogue:


She watched the two mermaid sisters go off the school grounds. Her smile, a row of pointy teeth, was deadly. She turned around and walked back into the school and towards Professor Garcia’s class room. When she opened the door she found him on the floor gasping for air.

“Ohmigod, are you alright?”

He looked up at her and nodded. She knew the first thing he thought was her beauty. She was beautiful, always been. It was her curse too.

She helped him up and walk out of the class room, asking him if he remembered what had happened to him.

“I think I slipped. Yes, the floor is slippery sometimes.”

She cursed internally, hoping that this stupid human could remember the violet eyes and the scaly skin of Sarah. But he remembered nothing, and so he would become nothing.

“Look at me.”

He was startled by her voice, and when he looked at her he saw a nightmare come true. Luke was about to scream, but someone knocked him out cold. He blacked out, remembering nothing more.

“What did I tell you about controlling your powers, Medussa?”

Guilty as charge, she nodded and sighed.

“I don’t think I can wait much longer, Lucius.”

He smiled down at her, evil in every corner of his eyes.

“Patience, my dear. Soon they will all pay.”

Medussa had a smile on her face. Sarah will get what her and her people so much deserved.


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