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The Lust inside of me

Novel By: IceBreaker
Erotica



(FINISHED) A teacher has an affair with a student. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 24, 2012    Reads: 1,280    Comments: 12    Likes: 7   


Author's Note: Not alot of happening in this chapter and sorry it's so short. Next chapter will be longer. I promise. This is told from Daeton, April, and Michael's POV. Enjoy and comment. Love you all.

Their Point of Views

I walked back to my house. It wasn't a very long walk. Just extremely annoying. I didn't know what I was feeling at this moment. It was extremely crazy what I got myself into. I dug my keys out of the pocket of my jacket and opened the door. I shut it and walked upstairs. I got out my cell phone and dialed Daeton's number. He didn't answer. It went straight to voicemail. I sighed and flipped it shut and threw it on the floor. I ran my fingers through my hair and buried my face in my hands.

Everything was just so fucked up and it was all my fault. I never wanted any of this to happen. A tear slowly trailed down my cheek and I wiped it away with my sleeve. I looked out of the window for a second, staring out at the sun.

I bit my lip and picked my phone back up. I dialed Daeton's number again. He didn't answer. Straight to voicemail. He's probably back at home getting drunk when he gets overly pissed as always. "Okay." I whispered flipping my phone back shut. I laid back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. I slowly closed my eyes for a moment. How can I fix this?

How in the hell can I fix this? I could stay away from Michael and apologize to Daeton. But will Daeton accept my apology and still want me? I have no idea. I took my shoes off and then my jacket. I climbed into my bed and laid down. I slowly fell asleep. I couldn't dream. Or if I did, I couldn't remember what it was. Everything was just dark.

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Daeton's POV

I didn't know what to feel or what to do at this point. I mean…..this is a big deal. How could April- the one girl who I could actually care for deeply-screw around with a teacher? A fucking art teacher at that. I stayed in my car in the parking lot of the school. I just had to get away for a little while. Believe it or not, I don't feel like drinking. Kind of a shocker. Drinking was my like my medicine whenever I feel like shit. I wanted to drink right now but…….that wouldn't solve a damn thing.

Should I tell the police about the affair going on between Mr. Alenson and my girlfri- My best friend? Should I do it or let her handle it? If anything, I'd be telling out of jealousy. All this time, she's been giving it up to a man who was twice her age. He should go to jail for engaging in that kind of activity, Oh now I'm talking like I'm smart. It's about time. Fuck this.

I slowly looked over to the glove compartment and opened it. Yep. My small bottle of vodka was still in there. Rather it was still any good or not, I didn't care. I grabbed it and opened the bottle. The smell had me hooked already. It was repulsing yet…….intoxicating. Literally.

I pressed it to my lips and tilted the bottle up. The clear liquid rushed to my mouth. I tilted the bottle down as the alcohol slipped down my throat burning inside of my body. Who knows? I might get drunk, I might not. Who cares? I took another sip while digging into my pocket and grabbing my phone. Eight missed calls. Very nice, April. Understand that I'm ignoring you and deal with it.

I could easily forgive her for some of the little shit she does, but this was huge and irresponsible and pathetic. How could she do this? How could anyone do it to a teacher? I mean…..I've wanted to fuck plenty of my female teachers. So many of them. In fact…just about all of them except Mrs. Grace. That fucking bitch. She's the reason that I'm fucking up in Spanish. She's stressing me out. I need a drink. Oh wait. Here's one right here in my hand. I tilted the bottle to my lips again and let it slide down my throat, burning. Man…I could feel the buzz already. Fuck. I chugged it once more time and screwed the cap back onto the bottle and placed it back into the glove compartment. I shook my head as I began seeing blurriness. I closed my eyes for a second and opened them as wide as I could. Fuck, man. Things were getting weird-looking. I started the car up. Yeah, I'm a dick for driving while drunk but hey, it is what it is. I turned the steering wheel and drove out of the parking lot. As I drove through the dark streets, I started to feel nauseous. I rolled my window down just in case. I squinted my eyes through the road. Everything looked weird but I knew exactly where I was going.

April's POV

I woke up to a loud knocking coming from downstairs. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I heard my parents' door open and heavy footsteps running down the stairs. I opened my door and followed. "Go home!" I heard my dad shout. I walked over and peeked out the door to see Daeton. He was obviously drunk. You can see it and you can smell it. That smell mixed with his cologne. "I…..need to talk to April, Mr.……..what the hell is your last name again?" He asked. My dad glared at him. I sighed and bumped pass my parents. I grabbed Daeton's hand and pulled him inside.

"No, April, I want him home." My dad said.

"No, he's drunk. He's not going anywhere."

"I don't want him drunk as hell in here. I need him gone. And if you refuse to let him go, you can leave right along with him."

"You can't be serious!" I yelled. He crossed his arms and glared at me. Just when I started liking my dad, he had to ruin it.
"Fine. Daeton, go wait out in your car. He slowly tumbled over to the door and opened it. He stumbled out of the house slamming the door. I ran upstairs and grabbed the covers off my bed. I grabbed my birth control pills and a bottle of water. I went outside into the driveway and got into the passengers' side of the car. Daeton's head was against the head rest and his eyes were half closed. "What did you drink?" I asked. He pointed to the glove compartment without looking at me. I opened it and looked at a small bottle of vodka. I took it out and looked at him. "Oh wow. I remember when we were fourteen sneaking into my parents' liquor cabinet and taking sips out of bottles of alcohol." Daeton had a small smile on his lips and slowly looked at me. I put the bottle back and looked back at him. "Do you hate me?" I asked. He hesitated but then shook his head. "Of course not." He responded. His voice was deep. I bit my lip. I suddenly felt like a huge weight has been lifted off my chest.

"I just can't believe that you of all people would do something like this." I opened my small pill container and took one out. I sat it down on the dashboard and opened my bottle of water. I placed the pill in my mouth and swallowed it down with my water.

"Yeah, I know. It was pretty unbelievable when it started. It felt weird but at the same time, it didn't." I said. Daeton's eyes were heavy lidded as he looked at me.

"I'm still slightly pissed off but you know I'll always love you no matter what you do. You're always so easy to forgive and I never understood why because earlier, I was so fucking angry with you and now…….now I just want you. But you have to promise me that there will be no more Mr. Alenson." I nodded and pulled the covers over the both of us and pulled the handle of the seat so the seat could lay back slightly. "I promise, I'll stay away from him."

"Good, Bertha, now go to sleep." He closed his eyes. My eyebrows pulled together. "What did you just call me?" I asked. He was already lightly snoring and I just smiled at his face. That Vodka must have really gotten him pretty messed up. I laid back against the seat and closed my eyes as I covered myself up more with the covers.

Michael's/ Mr. Alenson's POV

I sat in my black leather chair staring at the picture that was taped to my wall. I studied and noticed small details about my student. Her long brunette hair with burgundy streaks. She may have not noticed the small amount of burgundy in her hair but I saw it almost instantly when I first saw her. I took a sip of my red wine and went back to staring at her picture. That lie I have told my girl about getting information about her the day I first met her had her quite fooled. I've been studying April for way longer than that and without being seen. I've taken pictures. Pulled records of her all the way back to elementary. I sat the glass down on my side table and got up. I snatched the picture off of the wall and looked down at it.

In this picture, April was smiling at the camera. She had on some shades and her hair was blowing in the wind. I believe Daeton, her best friend, took this picture. And he has taken away the girl I loved. But I am going to get her back. By all means necessary. I kissed the picture. Right on Aprils lips and smiled down at the picture of her. Just looking at her got me hard. It has been that way since I first saw her. "I love you." I whispered to her picture. I stole it off of her dresser that day she spotted me in her driveway waiting to talk to her. Thank god her parents didn't hear me sneak into her room. That would have been a disaster. I grabbed my wine and headed upstairs. As I gotten to my room, I inhaled her smell. I could just imagine her in my bed underneath me. I closed the door and got into the bed. The smell of her perfume was still on my sheets. Vanilla.

I laid my head on the pillows and closed my eyes imagining her next to me. I smiled slightly and opened my eyes. I smiled at the pictures I taped to my bedroom walls. Pictures of April. They surrounded my room. Basically covered 98% of my walls. I smiled at every single picture. Yeah, I stole them from her room. And yes, she'll notice them gone but I wouldn't be her first suspect in mind. But if…..no, once April comes back into my bedroom, she'll see how I really feel about her. I taped hundreds of her pictures onto my walls. Half were hers that Daeton took and half were the pictures I have taken of her unnoticeably. And if she gets scared and tries to leave, I won't let her. I closed my eyes again…slowly and drifted off to sleep.





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