TEACH ME: A sexy student teacher romance

by T. J. LONG

  There are moments in our lives, significant moments, like your first kiss and first love, that stick with you no matter where you go or who you're with. This is one of those moments. If this doesn’t go further than tonight, then at least I’ll have this memory to cherish. I know I couldn't forget this even if I tried.

  I break the kiss because my member is already standing at full salute and I don’t want her to get the wrong idea about me. She isn’t just an easy lay. There’s something different about this girl.

  Her eyes open slowly and she touches her lips. “That was incredible,” she says.

  My hand is still on her face, caressing her beauty. “I had the same thought.”

  “This was one of the worst nights, and you turned it into something unforgettable. Thank you.” She takes my free hand and holds it.

  I don’t want to ruin the moment but my knee is starting to ache from kneeling for so long. The light on the patio turns on and she hops out of the chair quickly, nearly knocking me over in the process.

  A male voice calls, “Banana, is that you?”

  I stifle a laugh. Banana?

  She kicks me lightly. “Yeah, Dad, I’ll be in shortly. I was just looking at the stars.”

  “Okay sweetheart, lock the door on your way in. Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight, Daddy.”

  “So, banana?” I question.

  “You made my night amazing; let’s not ruin it now,” she jokes as she lends me a hand to get up from my ninja-like crouch.

  “So,” I say as I stand and gather my bearings, “I’ll see you soon, I hope.”

  She smirks and puts one hand on my chest, gazing into my eyes. “Me too.”

  And as I watch her walk away, I’m buzzing.

  Taylor

  I don’t freak out until I’m safely inside my room.

  My hands gleefully hold my face where his hand touched me. My finger finds my bottom lip and I trace it just like he did with his finger. My insides quivered when his lips landed on mine. I’ll never forget that kiss. It took my breath away, made me feel something that I have never felt before. Never knew I wanted. There was more passion in that one kiss than with any I have ever had with Tristan, which tells me what I had already figured out: Tristan was a convenience boyfriend.

  Josh took one of the most embarrassing nights of my life and turned it into a positive. I lay in bed thinking about him, wondering what he’s doing right now. I get up and walk to the window. I don’t see any lights on, so he’s most likely sleeping. I know I should get some rest, too.

  I lay in bed, eyes closed, trying to sleep, but it’s hard. I can’t believe my life right now. Since when do I get the guy? They say everything happens for a reason and I’m seeing why things haven’t been working out for me in the guy department. I was waiting for him.

  My eyes close and I pray I dream of him.

  There’s an annoying buzzing near my ear.

  “Make it stop.”

  I sleepily slap near my ear, but the noise continues drawing me from my perfect dream of me and Josh on our wedding night. Hey, I don’t control my dreams, but I will bask in the perfection of them. My eyes hazily look around to figure out what that atrocious noise is.

  BUzzBUZZ….

  I look down and reach my hand under my pillow. “Oh, shit.” I remember that I never let Ann know I was leaving the party. The last she heard from me I was asking if she could take me home. She has no idea what happened last night.

  “Hello?” I say through my tight, sleepy throat

  “Oh, thank fuck, you picked up. I was so worried about you.”

  I can hear that she was freaking out by her tone. I rub my hand over my tired eyes. “Sorry, some stuff went down and I needed to leave ASAP.”

  “Oh, my gosh. He didn’t try to...”

  I can tell she’s searching for the right words to ask if he tried to push me too far physically, so I cut her off. “No, it wasn’t anything like that.”

  “Good, because I’d kill him.” She isn’t joking. She’s small but mighty.

  “What time is it?” I still feel so tired. There’s no way I got enough sleep.

  “It’s 3.”

  “A.M.?”

  “Yes, doofus. I have been calling you for like an hour straight. I went searching all over for you and couldn’t find you anywhere. I was about to sneak into your house and see if you were home.”

  “Well, I’m glad I answered then. I need to go back to sleep, but I promise to tell you everything tomorrow.”

  “Okay, I’ll come by around 9 a.m.”

  I groan. “No, please. I so sleepy,” I say in a baby voice. “How about like 10 or 11?”

  “Okay, I’ll see you then, sleepy pants.”

  There’s silence.

  “I love you, Taylor.”

  “I love you, too.”

  I hang up. I feel bad for making her worry, but alas, sleep is calling. Besides, she’s going to flip her shit when I tell her exactly what happened.

  Morning comes faster than expected. Even though I am beyond sleepy, I still awaken with a smile plastered to my face. Thinking about last night makes my heart do a pitter-patter in my chest. I can’t wait for our next kiss.

  My door opens, and a little head peaks in. “Hey, boo.” Ann comes in with an uncertain look on her face.

  She doesn’t know what I’m going to tell her. Yes, last night, some terrible crap happened, but it was also filled with the best experience of my life.

  “Hey.” I smile and raise my arms to stretch, and a yawn escapes.

  She sits on the edge of my bed. “Okay, so last night your text said you wanted to leave, then you disappeared, and when I finally reached you, you said stuff went down and that you had to leave ASAP. What’s going on? I’m confused.”

  I tell her about Jed and the situation I found him in, how I literally found him inside of someone else, and already her phone is in her hand.

  “What are you doing?” I ask suspiciously.

  “I’m texting that ass wipe. Shit like that is unacceptable.”

  I laugh. “Well, the story doesn’t end there,” I say, raising my brows and biting my lip to hold in my immense smile.

  “Okay, so what else happened? What’s making you look all smiley and googly-eyed?”

  “Well, after the Jed crap, I ran into, like physically ran into, Tristan.”

  Her mouth falls open.

  I raise my hand to stop her from interrupting. “Everything is fine there... well, as good as it can be. He actually gave me a ride home.”

  She shrugs her shoulders. “So what, you guys are back together now?” she asks uneasily.

  I scoff, “Hell no!”

  “Thank goodness,” she says with a small eye roll. Then she adds, “But, you know, if that’s what you wanted, then, I’d support you.”

  I shoot her a look. “The smile I wear is not from Tristan. So, back to my story, there I was, crying on the back patio, when Josh, the neighbor, came peeking over the fence asking if I was okay.” I look at her and her mouth is forming a grin.

  “If you tell me you two hooked up, I will die!”

  I fight the smile that is taking over. My shoulders shrug as I play coy. “He walked over to the table and took a seat across from me. He asked why I was crying and I kind of went off on a tangent about how he wouldn’t understand, you know, because he's so hot. How could anyone ever choose someone other than him?”

  She is listening intently and I can see her biting her lips waiting for me to get to the good part.

  “I was in a bad mood because of walking in on Jed and I kind of took it out on him, but he was so nice. He just kept trying to get me to talk to him. After I told him what happened with Jed and how I walked in on his screwing someone else, he tells me that the same thing happened to him and that it’s the reason he moved to California.”

  Her mouth falls open and her eyes squint as a bewildered look takes over her face. “Let me get this straight; someone cheated on that
man?”

  My head shakes. “I know! It’s absurd.”

  She smacks the bed with her palm. “This is all very interesting, but when are you going to get to the good part? I know from your smirky face that something happened. Damn it, tell me already,” she whines.

  I let out a chuckle as my head falls back. “Okay, okay. He walked over to me and got down on his knees.” I watch her as her lips part. My fingers trail up my arm in memory of his. “He trailed his hand up my arm and wiped my tears away. Then he…” My eyes close as I remember every detail of his hand on my face. How his finger caressed my bottom lip before his soft, full lips melded to mine. “Then he kissed me.”

  “No!” she yells, causing my eyes to open. “You can not just be all sexy caressing your arm and lip while telling me this story and not go into more detail. Was there tongue? Did he grab you? I need more!” she whines.

  “Oh my gosh, yes, there was tongue, and he grabbed the back of my neck, but you'll never believe what happened right after that.” I laugh.

  Her eyes get big. “What happened?” she asks as she scoots closer to me.

  I bit my cheek. “My dad walked out and asked why I was outside so late.“

  She laughs. It wouldn't be my life if everything went perfectly.

  “Thankfully, he didn't see Josh. I don’t know how he’d feel about me kissing the neighbor.”

  “Sounds like you had an eventful night.” She grabs at my arm, smiling.

  “Yeah, it started out terrible and ended amazing,” I say gleefully. “I’m a little jealous. He’s really fucking hot.”

  My eyes roll. “Please, you have Todd.”

  She nods her head with a blissful look on her face. “You’re right. Todd is amazing. And I am so damn happy for you. Well, not to rush you to get ready or anything, but I haven’t eaten since yesterday, so I’m starving. Do you want to go get breakfast?”

  I happen to be starving, too. I can’t remember when I last ate. “Let me just put shorts and a tank on and we can go.”

  She lounges on the bed while I head to the closet to pick out clothes. I throw my hair in a ponytail and splash water on my face so I, at least, feel a little more awake.

  At breakfast, Ann tells me all about her night with Todd, how he officially asked her to be his girlfriend and how they had sex three times. I assume that’s why she didn’t answer my text. That’s impressive. I didn’t know guys could do that, well, not high school guys.

  I find myself daydreaming about Josh and wondering how many times he could go for... Okay, lady, get your head out of the gutter, I chide myself. You guys have only kissed once. Plus, he has no clue you’re a virgin. That could be a deal breaker for him.

  And with fresh anxiety stirred within me, we finish our breakfast and head out. When we pull back into my house, Ann and I decide to go for a swim. It’s already 87 degrees and we need to cool down.

  “Which should I wear?”

  She looks at me, eyes squinted. "Since when do you care about your bathing suit?”

  “Duh.” I point my finger toward Josh’s house. “I want to look good in case he sees me.”

  She laughs and points to the white bikini that just so happens to be a thong.

  My eyebrows raise. “Seriously?”

  She crosses her arms over her chest and gives me a smirk. “That’s the sexiest bikini you own, and if you see him, then trust me, you want him to see you and your delicious ass in that.”

  A mischievous look dances across my face. “We should invite him over for a swim, don’t you think?”

  “Taylor, are you serious? I have never seen you like this with a guy.”

  If I look as hot in this swimsuit as Ann says, then I don’t want to waste it on him not seeing me in it.

  “I’m so serious. I like this guy. There’s just something about him, other than his looks that are drawing me to him. He’s funny and smart. And he is nice, which is more unusual than it should be.”

  She throws the white bikini at me and grabs the black one for herself. “Let's go get him then.”

  Joshua

  I hear a knock as I’m doing laundry. I put the basket of clothes I’ve been sorting down and head toward the door, wondering if it’s a package of supplies I ordered from Amazon. When the door opens, I’m met by the most gorgeous girl in the world, and her friend. A smile beams onto my face. “Hey there.” I reach out to take her into a hug. I don’t know the protocol here, but I definitely thought about her a lot last night, maybe a little too much if you catch my drift.

  She snuggles in to me and it’s a perfect fit. It feels good to have her in my arms, and damn, she smells like flowers and honey.

  “Ahem,” the girl with Taylor clears her throat, reminding me we’re not alone.

  I open my eyes and loosen my grip on her. “Hey, sorry, you must be—” I don’t actually know her name, but I figure I’ve set up a starter for her to tell me who she is.

  “Hi, Josh.”

  Well, she knows my name, which means Taylor has been talking about me. Nice.

  “I’m Ann, Taylor’s best friend.”

  “Nice to meet you.” I go to shake her hand and she laughs off my formality. “So why are you girls stopping by?” I don’t mind the interruption—after all, doing laundry on a Tuesday isn’t that exciting—I’m just curious.

  Taylor backs away and pulls her oversized USC shirt up so I can see the little white bikini that is making her tan skin glow. I have to stop myself from staring too hard.

  “We were about to go for a swim and I wondered if you wanted to join us.”

  That little snid bit of skin gave me a bit of a chub, so I shift my waistband left to right to hopefully make my member slink back into my shorts. Can’t show the guy off this early on, or in front of her friend. “That sounds perfect.”

  Her smile grows into a wolfish grin. “Great. Should we wait for you, or do you want to meet us over there?”

  That grin confuses me. I feel like she’s got something up her sleeve, but what? “You can come inside and I’ll change into my trunks real quick.” I head toward the stairs. “I’ll just be a minute.” I give the girls a smile, and then I haul ass up the stairs.

  On my way to the room, I wonder what they are talking about down there. I have my suspicions, but it bugs me that I’ll never know what a real conversation between girls sounds like. I wonder if my name will come up.

  I pull on a pair of European cut trunks. Then I head quietly down the stairs. I’m not trying to spy on them, I’m just not making my presence known immediately. Logic— it’s a tricky bastard.

  “You’re so making the sex with him soon. I can sense it.”

  “Oh my gosh, stop, what if he hears you?”

  I laugh silently. He does hear you, I think.

  “Please, he just got upstairs like two seconds ago.”

  Damn, I guess I’m a fast changer. I pretend to pat myself on the back.

  “Before anything like that happens, we’ll have to have a talk, obviously.“

  I wonder what we would have to talk about. She probably just wants to discuss partners and if I’m clean, yada, yada. Especially after I told her about my sex savagery after Julia.

  “Taylor, please! Guys love virgins.”

  My hand hits the wall hard and I know they’ve heard me. My big eyes will give me away, so I try my best to pretend I didn’t just find out that the hottest girl I’ve ever seen is also a virgin. I walk down the stairs like I’m not in shock. “All ready, ladies.” I do a little spin in my short-shorts.

  They smile at me, but I see them side eyeing each other. I know they are trying to figure out if I heard the tail end of their conversation. I’m flabbergasted by how many college-aged girls are still virgins. It’s definitely something we’re going to have to talk about. Not because it bothers me, but because she is probably waiting for the right guy. And as much as I like her, I know I wouldn’t feel comfortable taking her virginity unless she was 100% certain about it. I
wouldn’t want her to regret such a big decision.

  I try not to think too far into the future, because you never know what could happen, but I allow myself to daydream on our walk to the pool. If things go well and things get serious… I laugh to myself. Imagine us telling our kids how I met their mother. “I caught Mom peeking in my window late one night, and the rest is history.” What a story that would be.

  Steps away from the pool, Taylor and Ann walk ahead of me, both stripping their dresses from their bodies and tossing them onto a pool lounger. My eyes go directly to Taylor’s ass. Holy-hotness. How is someone that hot still a virgin? Her bikini is a damn thong, and all I seem to be able to focus on are the two round and tan ass cheeks prancing in front of me.

  I know my dick is fighting with the fabric of these swim trunks, and when I glance down, I know I’m fucking losing. My dick is springing forth like it's a pole vault stick at the Olympics. I turn around quickly before either of them notice and adjust my package. It’s definitely still visible, but now it looks like a bent banana. I decide my best bet is to jump right in. I can’t risk them seeing this bulge. I am well-endowed, and in these swim shorts, with that ass in my view, my dick is on full display. The cold water should shrink the little guy.

  I jump in the deep end, expecting the cold water to immediately shrink my balls and member, but the water is bath water warm. I don’t know how well this is going to work. I turn around to both girls walking into the pool on the opposite side. I swim toward them and ask if the pool is heated. It is. There goes my plan.

  My dick gets even harder when Taylor submerges herself in the water and springs back up. It’s like a scene from a movie. Her hands are on her hair, pushing it away from her face. Water droplets fall from her lips and chin.

  Damn, if she’s trying to get a rise out of me by being extra sexy, it's working. My hands instinctively fall to my dick to adjust it, and maybe give it a little squeeze, before anyone notices. I need relief. She’s driving me crazy.