Mr. Langdon

 Mr. Langdon

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Trying stifle a moan, I bit my lip. It only half worked though, and the noise was pronounced much clearer than I would have liked. His eyes trailed down to my lips, and my heart started hammering in my chest again. Is he leaning in? That's just my imagination, right? Nope. He's definitely getting closer. Oh shit.

Summary

Trying stifle a moan, I bit my lip. It only half worked though, and the noise was pronounced much clearer than I would have liked. His eyes trailed down to my lips, and my heart started hammering in my chest again. Is he leaning in? That's just my imagination, right? Nope. He's definitely getting closer. Oh shit.

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Submitted: March 09, 2014

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I've been going to Northwest High for about two months now. I'm 19, and I transferred here with a quarter left in my Senior year due to my mom's job. I don't plan making friends, as I'm leaving this shit-for-school in less than three months and it would be pointless. I plan on majoring in English once I get to college, and what do you know, the most attractive thing I've ever laid my eyes on teaches it at my new school.

Mr. Langdon is the youngest of any of my teachers, at 23 years old. He's got curly, pitch-black hair and eyes blue enough to pop from a mile away. He's about 6 foot tall and has the perfect amount of stubble framing his lush, pink lips. His wardrobe consists mainly of white dress shirts, a variation of ties and vests, black/dark blue dress pants and dress shoes. His dress shirts are always rolled up to his elbows, and the way his muscular (yet modest) body looks in them drives me crazy.

He's all I've been able to think about since I came to this school. His looks, his mannerisms, everything about him makes me swoon. Nothing seems to matter in my world right now except for him, much as I try to fight it. I need to focus on college right now, not some attractive english teacher who works in a town I'll be leaving in a few months. But I can't seem to get him out of my head.

 So here i am, in his classroom, admiring his everything as he scribbles something about Shakespear on the board behind him. How is it fair to the rest of the male population that he gets to look so flawless? How is it fair to the female popualtion that there's only one of him? He turns around to face the class and by sheer chance, our eyes meet. My heart drops to my feet and it feels like someone's punched me in the gut. As I struggle to regain my breath, I feel my cheeks growing hotter. Though I can't take my eyes away from his, I notice his lips moving in my peripheral vision. They stop and he continues to stare at me, almost expectantly,

"Hayden? Are you there?" Mr. Langdon's voice pulls me out of my haze and I refocus my vision on his lips. Now, instead of freezing up, I feel a heat growing between my legs. I lick my lips and ponder whether that's better or worse as I realize there's a lot of movement going on around me. I tear my eyes away form his perfectly sculpted face and focus my attention on the door, where all of my classmates are exiting. Woah, how the hell did I miss the bell?.

I look back at Mr. Langdon and realize he's looking at me, waiting for me to say something. "Uh, sorry Mr. Langdon, what did you say?" My voice is gravely, and I clear my throat as Mr. Langdon's lips curve into that small half-smile they're so accustomed to. Suddenly my hear's in my throat again.

"I was going to ask you to stay after class, but it looks like we're all alone now." I look around and am suprised to notice he's right. The door's even closed. He walks closer and lowers himself into the desk in front of mine, sitting backward so he can face me. Wow he's close. And still flawless. Damn. I involuntarily bite my lip before I realize what I'm doing. He gives me another small smileas my eyes dart to the floor.

I clear my throat and decide to break the somewhat awkward silence. "Okay, so what do you wanna talk about?" I shyly peek up at his face and try to calm my heart rate as his blue eyes engulf mine.

"I wanted to ask you a question," he states, cocking his head. His eyes are wide and he looks genuinly curious. I stare at him with wide eyes and bow my head slightly, gesturing for him to continue.

"I was just wondering . . . Where do you go?" He stares at me expectantly and I continue sitting there, confused. What the hell does that mean?

"I, uh, don't understand," I mumble, looking back to the floor. Sitting so close to him is starting to get to me, and I quickly look away and cross my legs, trying to contain the heat that's radiating from that area. My heart is hammering in my chest and his gaze feels like a hundred pounds on my chest, restricting my breathing. I'm starting to sweat now, and it's all becoming too much. I decide to get up and start packing my things to leave.

"I just meant, when you drift off in class, you don't seem to notice anything that goes on around you. Like just now, you weren't paying any attention until you realized people were getting up and leaving. The bell didn't even bring you back. I'm only asking because I think it might have something to do with your grades. I recieved a portfolio full of your previous work when you were transferred here, and you're extremely talented. However, no offense, the work you've completed here isn't as thorough, to say the least. If anything, you seem distracted. Your grades are slowly slipping and I'm just trying to figure out what the issues is, so that maybe I can help you solve it." I stopped moving somewhere in the middle of his speech, and now we were staring at each other.

"Oh. I see." I sat back down in my seat, suddenly feeling rude for trying to leave when he seemed so sincere. I looked back at the floor and tried to gather my thoughts as he sat there waiting. "I don't know," I began, "I don't really go anywhere; it's more like getting lost in thought. I guess I have been distracted lately. I'm just stressing out over college and all these things that are happening so quickly. It's not a big deal," I lifted my gaze to meet his. "Thank you for caring though. I'll promise to try and get my work back on track."

I again notice our close proximity, and squeezed my legs together. That only made matters worse though, because it felt good. Trying stifle a moan, I bit my lip. It only half worked though, and the noise was pronounced much clearer than I would have liked. His eyes trailed down to my lips, and my heart started hammering in my chest again. Is he leaning in? That's just my imagination, right? Nope. He's definitely getting closer. Oh shit.

Before i knew it his lips were on mine. It was the softest kiss i'd ever experienced, yet it sent waves of electricity through my body. I leaned in further and placed my hand lightly on his cheek, where I could feel his stubble. It felt like I'd always dreamed it would, if not better. His tounge traced my bottom lip lightly, asking for entrance. I parted my lips slowly and when our tounges met, the kiss began to change. It was now becoming hungry, and as I placed my hands in his hair to pull him closer he scooted around the desk so that now he was kneeling in front of me. I pushed my fingers through his curls and tried to deepen our kiss. A quiet moan escaped me as he pulled me onto his lap, so that we were both on the floor now. I quickly noticed the bulge in this pants and was grateful for the friction my jeans provied as I slowly started grinding my hips, making him groan into my mouth. This lasted for a minute before it was becoming to much for me. I needed him. Releasing his hair, and my hands found their way to the buttons on his vest.

As I started to undoing the first one, he gently placed his hands on mine and pulled away from my lips. I stopped gringing on him and an involuntary whimper escaped me at the loss of friction as I opened my eyes to meet his. He looked startled and confused as he gently lifted me off his lap and onto the floor next to him. He rose and sat in the seat I was just in, putting his elbows on this knees and covering his face with his hands.

"I, uh," I began, but he quickly looked up and met my gaze. His beautiful blue eyes looked troubled, and it hurt me to see them that way. He began to speak, but quickly closed his mouth and looked back to the ground, reminding me of a sad puppy.

It was silent for what felt like years before the bell rang, signaling the next class to begin. We both jumped and small gasp escaped my lips. He looked at the ground and sat up straight.

"I suppose it's time for you to get to your next class," he mumbled. "I'm sorry for what just happened. I dont know what came over me-" I raised myself to my knees and placed a finger under his chin. lifting his gaze to meet mine. When our stares locked I sighed gently and slumped back to the ground, my courage leaving me. It's those damn eyes.

I sighed. "Don't be. I'd be lying if I said I haven't been dreaming of that for two months now."

He looked back into my eyes and I sensed something new there. Something. . .  happier. He gave a slight grin and exhaled. "That makes two of us." 

My heart jumped again and I felt me cheeks growing hot. My embarrasment must've been obvious, because he chuckled and looked out the window. "I'm still sorry though, Hayden. This can't happen again. It was irresponsible of me and I shouldn't have kissed you . . ." He trailed off and turned his head to look at me with sad eyes.

"What?" I whispered. My heart fell to my gut and I fought the urge to cry.

"I'm sorry Hayden. I'm your teacher. I could get fired for this, and you could be expelled. Neither of us thought this through when we-"

"Of course neither of us thought it through!" My sadness was replaced with anger at how quick he was to defend himself. "I didn't have time to think about anything before you were kissing me. For god's sake, you didn't give me much of an option. How could you do something like this, even admit to wanting it before explaining how it could never happen again?" I'd risen from my spot on the floor, and now he was sitting in the desk, looking up with wide eyes. He looked a little confused, but more than anything, hurt.

"I, I'm sorry-" He started again before I grabbed my bad and turned around. It hurt me to see him like this, but it hurt me even more to think that he didn't want anything to do with me after this. 

"Please stop apologizing," I mumbled, before lifting my head and making my way to the door. There was nothing I could do to keep the tears from falling as I walked away from him, and I didn't want him to see me cry. "Goodbye, Mr. Langdon," I mumbled before walkting through the doorway and out to my car.

 

 

Hi! AHH! This is my first story on this site and I did it just to see what would happen. Obviously, that wasn't dirty at all and can hardly be considered erotica. It was a trial, and if you guys like the story then let me know and I'll write a sequel. So comment, like, do what ever you do. I'm not afraid of constructive criticism either, so if you have some tips I'd be more than happy to hear them. Thanks for reading!


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