Forbidden Fantasy-A Teacher Student Novel

Two weeks passed by quickly. I’d done my chores without saying a word, came home on time and did my homework which I thought was pretty damn good. So it shocked the hell out of me that I got a C on my essay for Mr. Simmons.

“I don’t understand how I got a C on a perfectly good report,” I said working to keep my temper down. “You told us to write about Beowulf, I did. You told us to tell how we thought he was heroic, I did.”

“No, you didn’t.” His mouth pulled up at the corners and his eyes showed obvious amusement. He had been doing that a lot lately. It often resulted in my cheeks flushing. “You said he wasn’t heroic.”

“He wasn’t,” I said bending over and placing my five page paper on his desk with more force than was needed. This just made the smile spread across his face. “This was clearly an opinioned paper and that’s what I gave you.”

“Really?” He asked, leaning across his desk. His breath brushed against my face, making me lose some of my composure. He saw this and his eyes danced with the delight of making me lose my haughtiness.

“Really,” I said voice smaller than it was a few moments ago.

“If it would make you feel better, I will look over it again.” He took my hand that was on top of the paper and my knees felt weak. He took my paper and placed it in front of him, though the hand that held mine never released its grasp.

I looked at his hand then pulled it from his gentle touch.

“Thank you.” I swallowed to regain my voice. I looked at his face and he still wore his smile.

“No problem, Layla.”

His face was inching closer to mine and I noticed vaguely mine was doing the same.

I watched his mouth draw nearer and nearer till it met mine. His lips were gentle and tasted of…something I couldn’t put my finger on but knew it was something I wanted to taste more often. My mind went a little hazy at the sheer bliss I was experiencing. His tongue parted my lips and mine met his, dancing together. His hand came to the side of my face, caressing my cheek and I let out a small moan.

Then it hit me. That simple sound reminded me of where I was and what I was doing. I pulled back with a small gasp.

I was sure my eyes were wide with shock and my chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath. At the moment I was at a loss for words. What about Jack?

Jack. Oh, God, Jack. Wasn’t he expecting me? On the field? Was there even practice today? Hell, I’d forgotten all about him! What the hell was I doing?!

“I’ve got to go,” I said quickly, picking up my bag from the floor.

Devin, too, wore a shocked expression, though from our kiss or my sudden need for departure, I wasn’t sure.

“Layla, wait,” he said as I walked out the door swiftly.

I didn’t. I continued to walk down the empty hallway until I reached outside, then my car. I sat in the driver’s seat and stared at the steering wheel for what seemed like hours though it was only a few moments.

I’d just kissed my teacher. No…I didn’t kiss him…he’d kissed me. Right? He had kissed me? But I had kissed him back. That was just as wrong, right? Students weren’t supposed to make out with their teachers and teachers sure as hell weren’t supposed to be kissing their students.

I was confused. So confused. If he kissed me did that mean he liked me? He couldn’t like me. I was a kid and he was…what? He wasn’t old. He was young, like really young. He’d told us he was twenty-four on his first day which caused some of the girls in the room to giggle like a pack of idiots. And he was cute, for a teacher.

And I couldn’t deny the way my stomach fluttered when I was around him. He did something to my body no other boy could do and he hadn’t even touched me then.  Did the way my body react to his affect my feelings toward him or was I just a ditzy teen who had the hots for her extremely sexy English teacher?

I didn’t know but found myself exiting my car and going back to Devin’s classroom. When I walked through the door he stood at my appearance. I looked at the ground, unable to form a legitimate reason as to why I’d come back.

After a moment I brought my eyes from the ground to his.

His face showed no emotion as he closed the distance between us in three long strides. He stood before me, body nearly touching mine. My name came from his lips, caressing my face like a feather.

He brought his face down and his mouth touched mine almost as gently as his words had. I pushed up on my toes to deepen the kiss and a growl formed in his throat.

I could hear the door close and I pulled away from him instantly with a worried look on my face. My back was to the wall and he was so close, if we were caught we were screwed.

There was no one there. Only the two of us.

“Sorry,” he said a bit out of breath.

I wanted to ask for what but he stepped closer to me sending my thought process spiraling downward. His hands went to my waist applying small pressure as he pulled me closer, making our bodies touch. My breathing hitched as he moved my hair out the way and placed a trail of kisses from my neck to my jaw line.

If his hands and body didn’t have me pinned against the wall I would have fallen down. My knees had gone weak when he put his hands on my hips and now that he was teasing me this way it took all my strength to not melt in his grasp.

I kept my hands where they were, pressed against the wall so they wouldn’t wonder. His hands, though, now decided to explore every inch of my upper body.

They slid under my pullover then my shirt. My skin reacted to his against mine; making me shiver though I sure as hell wasn’t cold.

His body shook with silent laughter at my body’s reaction. Then his teeth nipped my bottom lip and I could help but kiss him back. My arms went around his neck as his went to my thighs, lifting me up and wrapping them around his waist.

He ground his hips into mine while our mouths still worked. When his hands moved to remove my pullover I gripped his waist with my legs so I wouldn’t slide down the wall. His mouth released mine so he could pull it over my head. Once he’d discarded it he gently touched my face with his fingertips.

My chest was rising and falling in heavy huffs as I tried to catch my breath. I was staring at is chest and realized his was moving franticly, too, as he tried to slow his breathing.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, cupping my face in his hand.

I closed my eyes and leaned into that hand, loving the way his skin felt against mine. My answer was to place a kiss on his lips.

He kissed me deeply, hands moving to undo my pants then his. He placed me on my feet making my jeans fall to the floor. He smiled at my black lacy underwear.

“Expecting this, were we?”

I shrugged. I’d been expecting something, alright, just not from him.

He pulled me to his desk and lied me down. My shirt had come up a bit and when my bare back touched the chilled wooden desk I shivered.

He’d removed his bottoms and my eyes widened at his length. I’d seen Jack’s before and I couldn’t help but compare. Devin’s was by far larger. He pulled my legs so they now hung off the side of the desk then positioned himself between them.

His manhood was warm as I felt it slide along my leg. He leaned over me and kissed the base of my neck. I felt his hand slid past my hips to a more sensitive area.

I moaned as he slipped a finger inside, no doubt getting me ready for something much larger. Then came another and my back arched as a wave of pleasure took over me. I gasped and let out a small squeak which caused him to laugh with satisfaction.

My hands gripped the sides of the desk with such a force I thought I’d break my nails. My hips moved with his fingers adding to the glorious sensations and when I hit my peak my legs tightened making a small moan escape my lips.

I brought my hands to his face and kissed him long and deep. When he pulled back I knew why. It was his turn.

He slid his head till it touched my folds and I moaned at the touch. He pushed slowly until he entered me. Like I’d thought; his fingers were nothing compared to this. He didn’t move; he let me adjust to the fullness. Once my body relaxed he pulled out slightly then brought it back slowly.

My groan was one of pleasure, telling him to keep moving. He was taking me gently, not driving his erection deep within me to hurt me, just enough to keep us both satisfied.

“God, you’re tight,” he moaned low and gruff in my ear. He pushed a little deeper and I bit my bottom lip to prevent any noise. I wasn’t sure how thick the walls were and if anyone caught us…there’d be serious hell to pay.

He straightened his back and I arched mine as his movement pulled away from me. His dark laugh did something to my insides I couldn’t explain. He nodded and leaned into me deepening his thrusts.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and his hands went to my hips. His grip tightened as he brought himself in and out in swift rhythmic movements. I was sure he was leaving bruises but at the moment I was lost within a different type of pain. A blissful pain. Hell, a glorious pain!

My vision blurred and a violent shudder took my body as another wave hit me, making me reach my breaking point. He brought his mouth to mine knowing I’d been satisfied and to muffle the moan that rose to my lips. His mouth traveled to my neck, gently grazing my pulse.

He came right after me, growling into the base of my neck. He pulled out and warm liquid stained the front of my shirt. We stared at each other for a moment, our breathing slow and heavy. He lay on top of me and placed a small kiss upon my lips. I smiled into it, making him chuckle, a low rumbling sound in his chest.

He stared down at me in awe. His mouth opened as if to stay something but a small knock on the door interrupted him. He swore under his breath as he scrambled off me.

I slid off the desk quickly and quietly, the both of us looking like two deer caught in the headlights.

He put a finger to his lips and searched for a solution. His face lit when he looked past me. He handed me my clothes and pointed to the supply closet the back of the room.

I nodded and dashed towards the back. He was pulling his pants back on when I silently closed door. I tried to get dressed but I was straining to hear the conversation in the other room.

I heard the door open and Devin asked, “Yeah?”

“Hey, we’re headin’ out,” a man said. It took me a moment later to placed the voice but when I did, I recognized it as Miller. When Devin didn’t say anything Miller elaborated. “Faculty meeting? Five minutes?”

“Hell, I totally forgot about that," Devin said a little out of breath.

“I don't know how, man." A new voice said. I recognized this one as Bond. “Stubbs said it repeatedly today."

Both Miller and Bond were young and good looking. I could see these three men hanging out or going for drinks after work.

“Hold on,” Devin said. “Let me…just…finish grading this paper and…done. Alright, let’s go.”

He left, along with the other men.

I dressed quickly, yanking my pullover over my ruined shirt. When I was decent I left the closet and went to Devin’s desk searching for my paper. It was under a manila folder but instead of a C there was a large red A and a note that read:

A

Wonderful job, enticing and thrilling.

I smiled and rolled the paper up placing it in my back pocket.