TEACH ME: A sexy student teacher romance

by T. J. LONG

  “So when’s summer break end for you girls?”

  “Too soon,” Taylor says.

  Ann chimes in: “But at least this is our last year.”

  Oh, so they are seniors in college. I would have guessed they were younger.

  “What about you, what do you do for work?” Ann asks.

  I dip under the water because the heat out here is real and I need some hydration. “Me? Well, work doesn’t start for me for another week, but before that I was in Guatemala building schools for kids who didn’t previously have the opportunity in their country to get a solid education.”

  “What? Wow, so you’re like a real standup guy,” she says.

  My head falls back as I let out a full belly chuckle. I’ve never been referred to that way before. “I guess?” I smile at her. “Honestly, my parents own the foundation; I just help out whenever I can.”

  “Have you been to a lot of countries?” Taylor asks while making her way to me, billowing her fingers through the water.

  My head nods. “I’ve been to quite a few.”

  “Which country has been your favorite?”

  My chin rises. “That’s a very good question. Hmm. I’d say Ethiopia. I think we made the biggest change there. The children, some as little as five, walked three hours one way to get to the closest school, and with the heat, some would pass out. It didn’t help that they didn’t have access to clean water. They had water, but it was contaminated with sand, causing severe abdominal issues.” My head shakes at the memory. ”Thankfully, we were able to install a water pump for them. The looks on their faces when they saw the clean water pouring from the spout was pure wonder.” I look down to her smiling face.

  “You’re a pretty amazing guy, you know that?”

  My cheeks feel warm, my shoulders raise. “Eh, I don’t know. We could always do more.”

  “Sounds like you did quite a bit already.” She touches my shoulder with her warm hand and I feel the corners of my mouth raise at her touch and admiration.

  ”How hot did it get?”

  “Hot.” I laugh. “We were in the Danakil Desert, which has the hottest average temperature in the world. Because of the severe heat, we lost a few volunteers—”

  She cuts me off, eyes big, with, “They died?”

  I let out another full belly chuckle. “No. no one died. They left to go back home.”

  She smiles and huffs out, “Okay.”

  “But because of their early departure, we fell behind. It was one of the longest builds I have ever been a part of.”

  “What do the people’s faces look like when they see the buildings you have built for them?”'

  I look off into the blue sky. “Oh, that’s the best part. You struggle to make these things happen. It’s tough work for everyone involved. Your body has to acclimate to the new climate and elevation you're in, and you don’t know the language most of the time. Though, eventually you pick up on a few words or sayings here or there. But when you show them what you've made for them.” My eyes shut and I feel my lips rising. “The kids, they run up to you, and hug you. You feel these little, innocent hands on you, squeezing you tight, and you feel this immeasurable pull inside of you to just do anything and everything in your power to give these kids a chance. We show up as strangers and leave feeling like family. I still keep in contact with every school and resource building I’ve been a part of. I send letters and care packages a few times a year. I would love to visit them all again and check in, but I have to find the time.”

  I look at her and her eyes are teary. “Come here.” I pull her closer to me until I feel her feet touching mine.

  “I’d love to help volunteer. I just have to finish school first.”

  “Maybe we can volunteer somewhere together, in the future.”

  “Say something to me in Ethiopian.”

  I laugh. “They speak Amharic. But where we were, the people spoke Afar, and it was a very hard language to learn. But I can speak to you in another language if you’d like.”

  Her cheeks flush. “I’d like that.”

  I stare into her amber eyes and speak. “Tienes los labios mas hermosos que he visto.”

  “And what’s that mean?” she asks, eyeing me.

  “It means you have the most beautiful lips I have ever seen.”

  Her cheeks flush pink and she bites at her lip. “Thank you… or gracias.” She smirks.“You know, I realized that I don’t have your number, so we’ll have to rectify that later.”

  She smiles that gorgeous genuine smile of hers as I lean in for a kiss. Just a small peck as I don’t know how she feels about PDA. But it’s hard to pull away after just one kiss. Her lips are so damn soft.

  We splash around in the water for a while, playing Marco Polo, a ring toss game, and seeing who can hold their breath the longest. Taylor has quite the lung capacity.

  Ann’s phone rings and she hops out to answer it, leaving me and Taylor to ourselves. I pull her to me; her legs instinctively wrap around my hips. Her face is close to mine.

  “Hi.” I smirk.

  “Hi back at you,” she says to me.

  She bites that full bottom lip of hers and my mouth lunges at her. I need to taste her, now. Our lips crash together in a mixture of want and need. Moans escape not only her mouth but mine as well. Her tongue swipes along my lower lip, and I let out another grunt.

  My hands have been itching to touch her ass, and after hours in the pool and no contact, now is that time. If she doesn’t like it, I’ll move them away immediately. I slowly make my way from her lower back down to her bottom. My dick twitches, and she’s so close I know she feels it growing.

  Both hands make their way to their home. She’s so small, how she has an ass like this is beyond me. It’s firm and juicy at the same time. I’m careful not to bring my hands too low. I don’t want to touch her pussy by mistake; that would definitely be moving too fast, especially since she’s a virgin and I’m trying to be a good guy.

  How is she a virgin again?

  Her arms are wrapped around my neck and she uses me for leverage as she starts to move her hips in a circular motion. My dick is fully erect at this point. Her ass jiggles in my hands every time she moves. After what feels like ten minutes of her grinding on me, I’m ready to burst. “Shit, you better stop.”

  She stops moving and looks at me with a kind of panic on her face that I don’t understand.

  “Am I doing something wrong?” she whispers into my neck.

  I move my hands from her ass to her shoulders and push her away slightly so I can get a full view of her face. “Absolutely not. You are amazing. Too amazing. But I don’t think your parents would appreciate me cumming in their pool.”

  “Oh.” She blushes and bites her bottom lip.

  I look up and see Ann staring intently at us. It appears that she’s been watching us this whole time. Well, that’s a little awkward. She calls out to Taylor: “So, you guys are really fucking hot. Also, I’m leaving because you’ve just made me so horny I have to go to Todd’s and get some D.”

  I’m taken aback by Ann’s forward words, but Taylor doesn’t seem fazed. She laughs at Ann and says she loves her and she’ll text her later. Then she turns to me. “I’m hungry. Do you want to get some food?”

  I wrap my arms around her. “Yes. But give me a minute.”

  “For?”

  My head nods to my dick, which is still a hard rod.

  She sees what I’m talking about and stifles a laugh. “Right, so how much time do you need? Because I’m pretty hungry.”

  “You want to get out now?” I tease.

  A sly smile spreads across her face and she nods. “I do.”

  “Fine.” I walk toward the stairs as she swims for them. She makes sure to get there before me.

  The sexiest ass I’ve ever seen comes from the water and my dick gets even harder. She did this on purpose. Today was all about teasing me. The way the water is dripping from her tight body is making me ima
gine things that I shouldn’t be, at least not this early on.

  I readjust my package the best I can and walk out of the water. Her eyes are all over me. I wonder if I affect her the way she affects me. The way she’s licking her lips and eyeing my member says I do.

  “See this is why I needed a minute.” I point to my hardness.

  “I can barely see it; it’s so small.” She bites her lips together to prevent herself from laughing.

  I let out a hearty laugh to show her I can play along as she throws me a towel. “Funny girl,” I say and throw my arm around her shoulder, directing her to my house to grab some food. Inside, I open the fridge and look at her. “Chicken salad croissants sound good to you?”

  “Um, yes, that sounds delicious.” She mock licks her lips.

  I grab the prepackaged food I bought from Erewhon and make her and myself a sandwich, adding a side of chips to each plate.

  “Here you are, my lady.” I hand her the plate.

  “Where should I sit? I’m still wet and I don’t want to ruin your furniture,” she asks, clutching her damp towel around her body.

  “I can grab you a change of clothes if you’d like.”

  Her cheeks flush pink and she nods her head. “That sounds good, thanks.”

  I run upstairs and search through my closet. My hands rummage through my many button downs and tees until I find one of my old college shirts. I know she loves representing her school, but hopefully, she doesn’t mind wearing my school colors today. I grab a pair of drawstring shorts and head back to her. She’s waiting patiently, the plate in one hand and the towel in the other.

  “Here you go. Hopefully, they fit.”

  She grabs them from me and asks for the bathroom. I let her know it’s down the hall. When she returns, a smile blooms on my face. She is so damn cute. Her hair is in a messy bun on the top of her head. My clothes fit, but barely.

  She does a little spin. “How do I look?”

  I walk to her and take her in my arms. “Magnificent. And might I add, Penn State colors look great on you, way better than those terrible Trojans,” I joke.

  “Ha ha. USC is the best school around. Everyone knows it,” she rebutts.

  I notice little freckles of dark brown scattered around her face. I focus on her eyes. “Damn, your eyes are out of this world.”

  She beams at me and rests her head on my chest. “Thank you.”

  Even with the chlorine from the pool, she still smells of flowers and honey. I plant a kiss on her head and lead us to the island so we can grab our plates.

  “Do you prefer to eat inside or outside?”

  “Outside is fine.”

  The air is warm, but the breeze makes it comfortable.

  “So, how old are you?” she asks me. “I feel like that’s something I should already know.”

  “Yeah, I guess we are going about this in an unconventional way. After all, we met after you were being a peeping tom.”

  “Ha ha,” she says while taking a bite of her sandwich.

  “I’m 26.”

  “And what do you like doing in your spare time?”

  I think for a moment. “I like reading and writing.”

  She tilts her head. “I love reading too. What books do you read?”

  I laugh slowly as I set my drink down. “If I tell you, you can’t laugh.”

  “Why would I laugh?” Her face looks genuinely confused

  I make a face.

  “What? Tell me.” She puts her hand on my arm and squeezes.

  “Okay. I’ll tell you. I read romance.”

  “No, you don’t.” She rolls her eyes, clearly thinking I’m lying.

  I nod my head. “I do indeed.” My eyebrows raise. “Well, we really have a lot in common if you’re telling the truth because I read romance too.” She leans close to me squinting her eyes and putting on a seductive tone. “Do you read the really dirty ones?”

  “Define dirty. Though what I find dirty could be normal to someone else.”

  She leans back in her seat and takes a sip of her drink. “True, but you read the filthy ones, don’t you?”

  I laugh. This girl is a trip

  “What book did you read last?” she says curiously.

  I hold up a finger and walk inside to get my Kindle, which is on the island. “Here, you can look through my library.”

  She takes the Kindle from my hand and seems to know exactly where to go. She must have one too. Her eyes widen. “Wow, you are a dirty birdie.”

  My face flushes. No one knows I read these. I hope she doesn’t think I’m a pervert now.

  “I’ve read this one, and this one.” She points to a few books, but I can’t see the screen so I don’t know which ones she’s talking about. “You should read The V-girl if you haven’t. It's my favorite book and I think you’d like it. It’s a taboo book, and that seems to be your style.”

  “If it’s your favorite, then I’ll definitely check it out.” I suck my lips into my mouth and release them. “So what are your thoughts on me now that you know I read romance?” She’s so easy to talk to that I find myself telling her things I wouldn't normally share, like how my ex cheated on me with my best friend and how I enjoy reading a genre that is typically catered to women.

  “I think it’s cool you read romance, and I bet you’ve learned a lot of tips and tricks from the dialogue.” She smirks as she takes another bite.

  I look down, feeling heat move to my cheeks. My shoulders shrug as I swipe my tongue over my teeth. If she wants to flirt, we can go tit for tat. “I have learned a good bit. Maybe I’ll show you one day.” I say as I grab my drink.

  I feel her eyes on me as I take a sip. When I glance at her, her cheeks are flushed and her lips have more color. She clears her throat and glides her hand over her hair. Uh-huh, I remember her doing that when she dropped off the basket, that must be a nervous habit.

  “So…” I smirk at her. “When are we swapping numbers?”

  She sits up straighter and hands me her phone. I continue with the flirty banter and program myself in her phone as “Mr. Grey.” I know she’ll get the reference but if anyone else sees it, they will be clueless. I hand her her phone back as I grab my glass to laugh into it.

  Her eyes look at the screen, then to me, then back to the screen. She holds in the smirk I see forming at the corners of her mouth and extends her arm while opening her palm, waiting for me to place my phone in her hand. We exchange no words as she programs herself in my phone. I make a bet with myself in my head; if she programs herself in my phone as Anastasia, then she and I are meant to be.

  She sets my phone down on the table in front of me and I struggle to not pick it up swiftly and check who she programmed herself as but I restrain myself, not wanting to look too eager. I take another sip of my drink and then casually pick it up. When I see the name she picked, I can't help myself. I grin ear to ear, eyeing her with desire because she and I share something I’ve never shared with anyone else. Fifty Shades of Grey got me into the romance world and the fact that we can share this with each other is beyond cool.

  After we finish our food, she helps me clean the dishes we used. Then she says, “I should probably head home. I need to wash the chlorine from my hair.” She grabs at the messy bun atop her head.

  I need to get my stuff together anyway since work starts soon, so even though I don’t want her to leave, I know it’s for the best. I still have much to sort and plan. I raise from my chair. "Let me walk you.”

  “That’s very gentlemanly of you.” We begin our short walk to the door, when she stops mid-step. “Wait, what about your clothes?” She grabs at the shirt fabric.

  “Don’t worry about it. Keep them for now. Besides, I know where you live if I need them back,” I joke.

  Her hands land on my shoulders as she stands on her tippy toes. Her lips brush mine in a soft embrace that leaves me wanting more. She backs away slowly and smiles at me while wiggling her brows. My funny girl.

  T
aylor

  “Thanks for the fun day,” I say while I watch him stand, hands on his hips, teeth biting his lip, looking like he wants to taste more of me. I keep backing away while staring into his eyes. With Tristan, I was never sure what he wanted. It seemed he liked me, but when physicality came into play, he pushed it away. I can see the desire Josh has for me in his body language and it ignites a flame in me that has only ever been lit when I’m reading romance.

  I wave goodbye as I cross the property line. I turn on my heels and head for the backdoor all the while feeling the heat from his eyes on me. The walk through my house is one I don’t remember. I stay in my Josh haze, thinking about our time together and only realizing I’m in the shower as the water hits my face. I deadpan.

  I have been on autopilot for the last five minutes.

  I can’t believe how happy I am. If this feeling lasts, then I can see us together for a long time, possibly forever. God, that’s crazy. We aren’t even official yet, but I’m sure it's only a matter of time.

  I take extra care washing my hair, making sure to get all the pool chemicals out. As I rinse the soapy lather, my eyes shut and I find myself replaying the make-out we had in the pool. The way he looked at me with want as he pulled me to him, the feel of his hands sliding down my back until they grasped my ass. Had I moved a few short inches, his fingers would have found my wetness.

  My hand slinks down my soapy stomach until it finds my slippery folds. My head falls back and I jerk from the pleasure of my finger grazing my nub. I rub in slow, leisurely circles, as more shots of pleasure course through me. The water rains over me as I feel the orgasm building.

  Josh pulls me closer so I can get a good feel for him and his hard member. The thin fabric of my bottom benefits me and allows me to feel every throbbing vein on him. I release a moan as I imagine things going further than they had. His fingers move forward and move my suit to the side. “Yes,” I gasp as he rubs me between my lips. My chest rises and falls with quickness as the tip of his finger enters me. Slowly, my hips wiggle back and forth, getting used to the sensation of him inside of me. My legs shake with unsteadiness as the orgasm soars through me. “Oh, Josh,” I moan as I fall apart.