Author's Note: This chapter is short and everything gets rushed....sorry. The sex addict story I'm planning on writing will be up shortly. But till then.....enjoy this story.
Chapter 1: How it begins
I smiled widely as soon as the new Art teacher came in. My old teacher, Mr. Jameson was bald and old and retired. But this teacher......goddamn.
He was so sexy. He had dirty blond hair. Hazel eyes and a bright smile. He sat his suit case down on the desk. He had on blue jeans. Black shoes. A blue striped button down shirt and a black jacket. He looked at the class and his eyes stopped on mine. He smiled a little. I smiled back. "Okay. My name is Mr. Alenson. I normally go by Mr. A." He said. He smiled widely at me again before looking out at the other students. "Now. I don't normally teach eleventh graders. I'm more of a middle school teacher but I got transferred here. So all you pretty much have to do is do what I say and we won't have any problems." He said. Our assignment throughout the class was to draw something that makes us happy.
I drew my mother. I was a pretty good artist. Somewhat. Mr. Alenson was quietly walking throughout the classroom glancing at everyone's drawings. He slowly walked over to me and looked down at my drawing. "Very, very nice. Your name is April, right?" I nodded as I looked up into his eyes. "Well, April, I love your drawing." He placed his hand on my shoulder and continued to look at me. I wanted to look around to see if anyone noticed our eye contact but I didn't want to take my eyes off of him. "Thank you." I whispered. He smiled and licked his lips before walking away.
On the inside, I was hyperventalating. When class was over, we had to give him our drawings. I was the last person to give him my drawing. Before I could walk out of the door, he said, "Oh, wait, April." I turned and went up to his desk. "Yes?" I asked. He smiled at me. "I wanted to talk to you about your drawing."
"Is something wrong with it?" I asked. He shook his head. "No. I just wanted to comment on the slight lop-sidedness of the eyes. If you come during lunch, I can help you fix it." I smiled a little happy that I will be able to spend time alone with him later. "Ok. Sure." I said casually although, inside, I was screaming. I walked out of the door and went to gym next. Worst class ever. I kept getting hit in the face with balls. Volley balls. But when it was over and lunch started, I was happy. I ditched my friends in the lunch room and went to Mr. Alenson's room. I opened the door and then closed it. He was sitting at his desk and he looked up at me and an immediate smile appeared on his face. "April Saunders. Good to see you again."
"You too." I said walking to his desk. He got up and gestured me to sit in his chair and I did. He placed a few pieces of paper on the desk in front of me. "Now. Visualize the eyes of the person you were drawing. Imagine her right here in front of you. Don't focus on any other parts of her face." He said standing over me. I suddenly felt his lips at me ear. "Just visualize her eyes." he whispered softly. I closed my eyes trying to visualize my mother and smiled as the image of her got stuck in my head. I suddenly felt a warm hand on mine and I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was smiling down at me. "Do you have the image in your head?" I nodded.
"Let your hands do the rest of the work." He said. His hand trailed up my arm. He was distracting me. Maybe purposely. And maybe.....in a way, I didn't mind him distracting me. I wasn't even thinking about writing any more as he touched me. I slowly looked at his hand that was touching me and then up into his eyes. He wasn't smiling anymore. Lust was filling his eyes. I looked down to the bulge that was in his pants. He was hard. Did I make that happen? He slowly grabbed my hand and made me stand up. He turned me around so I was leaning against the desk. He looked down at my lips and his eyes roamed over my body and then he looked back into my eyes.
He slowly leaned down towards my lips. I closed my eyes as his warm lips touched mine. And as soon as that happened, I felt electricity throughout my body. Heavy sparks full of pleasure and excitement. His fingers were tangling in my hair as his body was pressed against mine. He lifted my skirt and pressed himself against me more. I moaned when his hands rubbed over my panties. He continued kissing me. I was seconds from my orgasm as he rubbed faster and faster. I had to grip the edge of the desk for support. His tongue playfully wrestled with mine and I kept my eyes closed never wanting this to end. When my orgasm hit, I cried out. I didn't mean to be so loud but I couldn't hold it in. My breathing was heavy and loud. I slowly opened my eyes looking at Mr. Alenson. He looked about as shocked by what just happen as I felt. I sat back down in his chair as I caught my breath. He leaned against the desk looking down at the floor. I couldn't read his expression. The bulge in his pants has gotten huger if that was even possible.
We didn't talk for a long time. I thought at first, he regretted what just happened. But then I saw a small smile on his face. More of a smirk. "I don't know what to say." He said in his deep voice. I looked up at him. "Do you regret it?" He shook his head immediatley and looked at me. "I loved hearing you moan. It made me hard." I blushed and looked down to the desk.
"You do realize we can never say a word of this to anyone.....okay?" I nodded. "I should leave. Lunch is almost over." I said. He nodded as I got up. "I want you to come back here during lunch tomorrow." He said. His face was close to mine. "F-For what?" I asked already knowing the answer. He smiled and placed his lips against mine while lifting my skirt and slipping his hand under my panties causing me to moan. He bit my lip and continued to kiss me. When he pulled away, he smiled. "So I can fuck the shit out of you." He whispered. I bit my lip and nodded. He took his hand out of my panties and kissed me one more time before the bell rang. I rushed out of his class as students were packed in the hallway. I cannot wait for tomorrow.