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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...


Chapters:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

Submitted:Jan 29, 2012    Reads: 2,589    Comments: 8    Likes: 8   


Author's Note: They won't actually have sex until chapter 3. I'm going to post it around midnight. But enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 2: Before anything could start

When I woke up the next morning, I got into the shower and got dressed in a white tank top, a black jacket and my white mini skirt. I combed through my hair quickly. I went downstairs and into the refrigerator. I don't enjoy being at home. I seriously believe that my mom and dad hates me. If they didn't, why do they put me through all the mental, physical, and emotional pain I'm forced to go through? I grabbed a bottle of water and closed the door.

My dad was leaning against the counter. Jack. My biggest problem in my life right now. "What?" I asked. He shook his head. "Nothing. It's just you like a slut. Why do you always wear skimpy clothes to school?" I sighed.

"Because I can wear what I want rather you like it or not." He shook his head. "Honestly, wearing clothes like that is what get girls kidnapped and raped. Unless that's what you want." I looked at him in disbelief. "You're fucking sick." I said before I forced the back door open and slammed it shut.

I went out to my red BMW convertible. I hopped in and was off to school. The only thing that made me happy was the fact that Mr.Alenson wants me in his room so he can-quote 'Fuck the shit out of me' Just remembering his voice as he said that gave me chills down my body. And the chills ran down to my favorite place. I got out of the car and closed the door. I went up to the school and into the building.

It was really early. Only a few students were here in the library. That's where mostly everyone is before school starts. I placed my bag in my locker and to Mr.Alenson's room. I was surprised to actually see him here. He was organizing some stuff on his desk. I knocked on the door and he looked up. He didn't smile as he saw me. But he gestured for me to come in. I opened the door and closed it as I walked in. I walked over to his desk and looked at him. He let out a sigh and looked into my eyes. He leaned back into his chair and ran his fingers through his hair. "You know, I've been thinking alot about what happened yesterday. It's been in my head. I even had a dream about it." He said. Was that a good or bad thing?

"What are you saying?" I asked. He looked down on his desk. "I.....I don't know. I guess I'm saying that we shouldn't do this. It's wrong and I could lose my job. I could even go to jail. It just can't happen." I felt disappointed but in a way.......he was absolutely right. It was wrong but I wanted him very badly.

"So......we're not going to do anything ever again?" He didn't answer. I could feel myself upset. Tears almost came out. "Okay." I whispered. I didn't understand why he had a sudden change of heart. "I just think it's stupid how you lead me on and then push me away. You told me yesterday you want to fuck me and not you don't want to."

"I do want to. And I am sorry I lead you on. But think about the consequences. I can't risk that." I just shook my head and walked out of his classroom and closed the door. I was really looking forward to today. But now.....I can tell it's going to suck. Especially during lunch. I went to Biology and the Spanish class. When both of those were over, I was walking down the hall on my way to art class. "What's wrong? You've been distant all day." My best friend, Daeton asked. I shook my head. "Nothing." I answered as we entered the art room. I sat in the front seat and watched as Mr. Alenson started his lecture. I sighed loudly out of boredom on purpose and he glared at me. "Is there a problem, April?" He asked.

"Actually, yes. There is a problem. Care to hear it?" I asked. He looked nervous and looked at the rest of the class before meeting my eyes again. "We'll talk about this after class." He said. I shrugged. Our assignment was that we had to draw 3 Dimensional figure of a cup. I was having trouble with it and it irritated me on top of the fact that Mr. Alenson wanted to forget that anything happened yesterday. How could he want to forget? AllI could think about was the way he kissed and touched me.

I couldn't get it out of my head. When class was over, he gestured me over to his desk while everyone else headed out of the door. "What is your problem?

"You know what my problem is." I said. He sighed. "I'm a teacher and you're a fucking student for crying out loud. How could you want this?"

"You weren't thinking about any of this yesterday when you were kissing me."

"Kepp your voice down." He whispered while looking at the door. I sighed in frustration. "I just don't understand how one day, you want me and don't the next."

"I guess reality kicked in and I realized what would happen if we got caught."

"We won't get caught. We just have to be smart about it." I told him. He looked down to his desk and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes for a second. "We'll talk more about this during lunch, April."

"Lets just decide right now rather or not we're going to do this."

"Why don't you come see me during lunch time and I'll have your answer." I nodded once and walk out of the classroom. My next class was gym. Fuck. As usual, it was painful and humiliating. I fell reapeatedly during dodgeball and people got mad at me. It was a fucking game for crying out loud.

When it was over and lunch time started, I went to lunch, ate a small salad and told my friends I was going to the library until my next class. I walked up the stairs and went to Mr. Alenson's room. I didn't bother knocking. He knew I was coming here. I closed the door and walked in. He was sitting on his desk eyeing my every move. I stopped in front of him. We stared at eachother for a second before speaking.

"I want this. And you were right earlier. We can keep this going as long as we be smart about it. So I want you to meet me at my house at around ten 'o clock." He got up and grabbed a piece of paper from a drawer in his desk. He handed it to me. It was an address and a phone number. I hid the joy I felt inside. "Ten o clock?" He nodded.

"Be there." I nodded and folded the paper. I placed it into my bra and looked back up at him. "I'll be there." I said as I turned and walked out of the door.





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