Hello all! This is the author's friend, J.L. Hastings, providing you with a great read! She couldn't post it herself, so I volunteered to do it for her. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!! PLEASE review! I'm sure she'd like that a lot.

Warning: There is quite a bit of sexual material in this, so if that offends you then you probably shouldn't read this. Otherwise, read on, little reader, read on! And don't forget the reviewing part:-P

Between Breaths

She breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally Friday. It had been such a long week that this Friday was well appreciated. Vera was especially ecstatic about today. Why? Her roommate was out of town so she would have the room all to herself and as usual she was going to spend another weekend with the man she had fallen in love with but was too afraid to tell him.

Vera walked outside of the building and smiled brightly. The sun was shining which was a rare gem in this city of fog. She walked along the patio of the schoolhouse to the announcement board. As she was reading, her friend Giovanna pulled up alongside of her.

Vera offered a smile. "Got any plans for this weekend?" she asked Giovanna.

Giovanna shook her head. They were both waiting for Carson so Giovanna could drive them up to the dorm they shared.

After a few minutes, Giovanna and Vera both noticed Carson had still not come outside the building.

"Where is he?" Giovanna rolled her eyes, getting impatient as always.

Vera smiled and walked back inside to check but what she saw disturbed her. There sitting in his classroom was Carson smiling and chatting away with the teacher that Vera knew he had a thing for.

It did not help that this teacher also did not hide that she had a thing for him as well. Anger burned her face as she noticed he was not going anywhere any time soon.

Vera did her best not to stomp as she headed back outside to where Giovanna waited impatiently tapping her foot. Vera grimaced as she told Giovanna that Carson was still inside talking to "Tian laoshi" the teacher they BOTH knew he had the hots for. Anger poured through her veins as Vera told Giovanna of this.

"Ugh,“ Giovanna muttered. "We don't have time for him to be making googly eyes."

Vera nodded grimly, the anger searing through her veins the more she thought about it.

As she thought of him getting joy when she spoke Chinese and hanging on her every word. As she thought how the teacher had expressed Carson was handsome and had the gall to inquire if he had a girlfriend and if I was his girlfriend. As she thought of the way she said his name and the way he would sit up straighter when she entered the room and pay Vera no mind. Yes, the anger was rippling through her now.

They waited for another five minutes but still he did not budge.

Finally Giovanna’s patience wore thin. "Well I am going, I don't have time. I’ll see you next week.”

Vera sighed. She wished Giovanna well and watched as she walked away.

There went her ride home, now she would have to take the bus. Vera waited for another few minutes, missing a bus to wait on Carson, but he was not coming.

In a fluster or rage, she stormed off the porch and marched angrily to the bus stop.

Giovanna drove in front of the bus stop and stopped. "I feel bad that you have to ride the bus, so get in," she offered.

Vera felt relieved that she did not have to ride the bus home alone. As she sat in the car, they both talked about Carson.

This enraged Vera further as they both agreed that the relationship between the teacher and the student was borderline inappropriate, well at least, that was their feelings.

A sadness overcame Vera as she thought about how he never seemed to notice her as a woman. Only twice did he do so, but those times were so insignificant you could blink and miss them entirely. It was heartbreaking. Knowing he was still there enraged her further. I am through with caring, she thought to herself.

When Vera finally made it home, she took a shower to try to ease the anger a little but she had not heard him come in yet, so she was a bit more angrier.

She put on what she liked to call her ‘Friday clothes,’ which consisted of cute low-cut outfits that could be turned dressy by throwing on a pair of heels. Then she rummaged through her backpack and began pulling out her books to study a little.

As she was sorting through her notebook, she found papers that needed organizing. She needed a hole puncher but she didn't have one. Unfortunately, she knew Carson did have one, so she worked past the anger and walked down the hallway, stopping at his door.

Her hand hesitated at the knob. If he did not answer, it meant he was still out and then it would anger her again. Vera knocked gently on the door. No response. Vera was infuriated for a second, then she remembered how Carson had once described her knocks to be as quiet as a mouse, so she knocked again, louder this time, and waited with baited breath to hear sound.

She was rewarded by the sound of scuffing behind the closed entryway. Carson opened the door and Vera had to hide a gasp that threatened to come out as she realized he was shirtless.

He nodded a welcome as he pulled on a shirt rather precariously. The brief flash of skin he had revealed threatened to bring a blush to Vera’s face, but she hid it once she remembered he had stayed after school.

"Can I use your hole puncher?" she asked coolly, anger threatening to spill out of her.

He nodded and opened the door wider, beckoning her inside. Vera clutched the papers in her hand tightly and walked in.

He closed the door behind her. “Any plans for tonight?" he asked coolly as he walked over to his desk and put the hole puncher within view.

He jumped on his bed and picked up a book. Vera marched stiffly over to the hole puncher.

"No,” she stated curtly.

"I kind of want to go out now." He smiled as he opened his book.

"Why?" Vera inquired. "When I was staying after school with ‘Tian laoshi,’ she was telling me how she sometimes likes to go out to this place in Monterey." He smirked. Vera’s hand stiffened on the handle of the hole punch.

"How long were you talking to her?" she asked calmly though it was not said nicely.

"Forty-five minutes," he replied.

Vera's eyes met his and she gave him a disapproving look. He looked a bit confused. Vera looked back down at the hole puncher, her hands shaking with silent rage.

She said not another word and he looked on for a second confused. As Vera spun around to try to leave, he grabbed her arm.

"Are you upset about something?" he asked with concern on his face.

Vera glared at him curtly responding with a no when inside she was raging. How could he think there was nothing wrong?!

"Are you mad at me?" he asked sliding off his bed in front of her.

With him standing so close to her she could not hide a lie.

“Don't worry about it" she stated and began to walk around him but he proved a worthy shield and blocked her.

He still held her arm and scanned her face for the truth. His arm burned her flesh as she remembered how insanely handsome this man was. But the anger took over again.

Then realization eased his features. "Are you mad that I stayed after with Tian laoshi?" he asked, amazed.

Vera's face revealed panic. If she said yes, he would know she was jealous. If she said no, he would know she was lying.

Her silence was answer enough for him. "You are! Why?" he laughed.

Vera could not believe he was laughing at her. "It is inappropriate and frankly disgusting of you to be flirting with a married woman," she cried out.

Carson's eyes hardened and his grip tightened. Vera winced a little.

"You know it’s not like that, it’s just a little fun. Why are you upset? It’s not like we are together," he stated curtly. The words pierced through Vera like a knife.

But since anger was all she had been feeling, that was all she could utilize at that moment.

She jerked her arm out of his grip. "Why?! Because maybe I hate that you are so attracted to Tian laoshi and pay me no mind. Maybe I hate that you never see me as a woman.

Maybe I hate that you called me your sister!" she blurted.

After the last word left her lips Vera knew she had said too much. But she was too angry to take it back. Carson's face was torn between shock and anger.

"Maybe I hate that you are too young for me, did you ever think of that?" he half yelled.

"Age doesn't matter, dip-shit, I have told you that," she retorted.

Carson pulled Vera against him and angrily whispered. “Don’t call me a dip-shit.”

Then, before Vera realized it, his lips were on hers, angrily demanding that she return the kiss. Something in Vera melted, but her anger resurfaced and she bit his lip.

He growled in pain. "I am not some girl you can have your way with. I refuse to be girlfriend number 3!" she cried angrily.

Carson jerked her against his body so that she could feel him. A blush crept over her face as she could feel the weight of his passion pressing through his pants onto her.

He grabbed her chin and jerked it up toward his lips. Vera struggled against him but this seemed to excite her and him more. She was panting with her own passion and resistance.

"Don't fight what you know you want," he groaned slightly annoyed. "You are different," he whispered before taking her lips again.

Vera tried to fight his tongue evasively trying to enter her mouth but he tasted so sweet and she wanted him so bad that she had to taste if just for a second.

He moaned in pleasure as he recognized her submission and this seemed to bring her to.

Vera tried to pull away from him. "I can't..." she panted.

Carson locked her eyes with his and brushed a finger slowly down her lips. "For you I can be a different man...I am a better person with you,” he spoke sincerely.

Vera desperately wanted to believe those words. He took her lips again and she moaned in submission, returning the hungry kiss with a matching hunger. He pressed her onto his bed and she could feel an aching longing deep within her.

Her hands wrapped around his back and slid behind his shirt. What she felt made her shudder in pleasure.

The muscles rippled beneath her touch. He felt so soft. He groaned in surprise and their passions ignited.

Vera pulled at his shirt wanting to feel his chest. She had only caught glimpses of it and the sight of it alone had driven her wild. Now here was her chance to touch him.

His shirt slid off and she practically gasped. He was all muscle. Her hands racked his chest as he pressed himself harder against her. The need to sate the hunger that was building inside her was growing rapidly.

He made shirt work of her shirt and soon it was on the floor. His hands were cool to her flesh and caused goose-bumps wherever he touched them. Her bra was the only barrier.

She pressed her chest upon his and could feel her stomach grazing his. The feeling burned her skin and now the bra seemed a hindrance. As if reading her thoughts he unfastened the bra in the back but left it in place.

Opting to take a finger and run it teasing below her breast. Vera moaned in anticipation.

His mouth pulled off of hers and moved over to her ear. He nibbled her lobe so gently.

Who knew such a simple act could be so seductive.

Vera felt her knees buckling and at that moment the bra came off leaving her exposed to him. His tongue trailed down the space behind her ear leaving a searing path of pleasure as he moved down.

Then his tongue found the center of her neck and she gasped at how wonderful it felt.

Just as she gasped his hand cupped one of her breasts and massaged sending shards of pleasure down to her center.

His tongue flickered over her neck and suddenly his teeth bit down. Another gasp escaped as the erotic act sent Vera wanting more. Her hands now moved greedily to his pants and she began working on the buttons. She had to see all of him.

As if sensing what she wanted he pulled her hands away and picked her up and putting her on the bed.

Vera did not like this at all. She wanted to be in control of how this went down. She slid off the bed onto the floor in front of him and spun him around so that he had his back to the bed.

He smiled at the change of scenario and placed his arms to his side waiting for what she would do next. Vera stepped closer and with both hands undid the buttons on his jeans.

She slid them off as he reached his hand out to fondle her breasts. She smiled as his legs were revealed. She loved his legs they were so strong and powerful and incredibly sexy.

Getting impatient Carson stood her up and reached below her skirt. Vera gasped as his hands began touching her most private areas.

He made quick work of her underwear and before she realized it they had pooled down her ankles onto the floor.

He kissed her again and Vera stood on her tiptoes to reach his lips. His hands circled her waist and with ease he lifted her up.

With one quick motion Carson had freed his passion from their restricting confines. Vera wrapped her legs around his waist and gasped as she felt flesh touch flesh. His passion was just as evident as hers. They wanted each other, there was no denying it. There was no turning back.

Carson kissed her passionately hesitating at the spot.

"I am a little nervous," Vera whispered her lips quivering.

Carson's eyes met hers. "Trust me..." he whispered sincerely.

Vera nodded and returned the kiss. She could feel him quivering in anticipation and could feel the excitement within her building.

Then he moved his tongue to her neck again, slowly circling his tongue above her pulse. She moaned at the pleasure this sent to her core. At that moment he bit her neck and plunged simultaneously.

Vera could feel pleasure and pain and she cried out in surprise but whatever pain had occurred was brief. He froze and Vera held her breath. Then he began to move slowly.

Vera threw her head back as an unknown pleasure worked through her. At the simple act Carson began to rock faster and press harder into her. Vera's legs clutched tighter and she could feel droplets of sweat began to race down her spine. Her eyes were clouded with extreme pleasure.

Carson groaned and with two movement he had her on the bed. Vera raked her fingernails down his back as wave after wave of pleasure overcame her as he pounded faster and faster.

Sweat also dripped off him and the moans that emitted from both of them was evidence of their enjoyment.

Vera felt like the pleasure was building up to somewhere she did not know. She felt as if she couldn't handle much more of it and Carson only seemed to get more and more impassioned with every push.

They continued on this path for what seemed like never-ending pleasure. The tension built up with each thrust and their moans only grew louder.

Vera began feeling like she couldn't take much more of the pleasure it was too much.

Then suddenly she felt it all let go, wave after wave rocked them both.

Vera would have screamed if at that moment Carson had not stopped and took Vera's lips with his kissing so deeply that Vera lost herself in him. She felt him release and felt as he rocked in pleasure at the same time she did. It had been like going to a paradise.

All she could see was white and the room was coming back slowly and fuzzily.

At that point Vera did not know where she and he began, as they were so entwined in each other. Weariness grew over her as all her energy had been spent and they both fell asleep in a never-ending embrace.