TEACH ME: A sexy student teacher romance

by T. J. LONG

  My eyes open. I take a deep breath, steadying myself and my wobbly legs. Dizzy from the quickness of the orgasm, I hurriedly rinse the rest of the lather from myself and step out and dry off. I grab at the pile of his clothes to put back on. I don’t think I’ll ever give them back. They smell like him, a faint Abercrombie scent mixed with wood.

  Later that night, while laying in bed, my phone buzzes. I look down to see Mr. Grey texting me. I smile with a blush as I open and read his message.

  Mr. Grey: Hello, my Anastasia. I’m laying in bed thinking of you. What are you doing?

  I wiggle in bed with giddiness, lightly laughing at his nickname for me.

  Me: I am also laying in bed.

  Mr. Grey: Send me a picture.

  I rise quickly from a lying position and get a panicked look on my face, unsure of what to send.

  Me: What kind of picture would you like?

  Mr. Grey: Snap a pic just as you are.

  Me: You want a picture of me laying in bed? I’ll warn you, this isn't my best look.

  Mr. Grey: Nonsense. Every time I’ve seen you, you take my breath away.

  I smash my head further into my pillow. Where did he come from?

  I open the camera on my phone and snap a picture of myself smiling, only after I have taken it do I realize he will see I still have his shirt and shorts on. My finger sways over the delete button, but I ultimately send it.

  I hear the noise of the picture being delivered and wait anxiously for a response.

  Mr. Grey: Good God, Taylor. You’re unbelievable.

  I squeal and hug my phone to my chest.

  Mr. Grey: That is one lucky shirt. I’d love to be the one touching your bare skin.

  My eyes close as a flush comes to my cheeks.

  Me: You're making me blush.

  Me: It’s only fair that I get a picture too.

  A minute passes before my phone buzzes with a response.

  A picture of a shirtless Josh laying in bed fills my phone and I praise the zoom button as it allows me to get a better look at all the delicious bits of him. His tan skin, chiseled chest, and defined abs are making me drool. The picture stops at the end of the V shape. Arousal gets the best of me and I type out a response. I reread it, only hesitating for a second before hitting send as I simultaneously brace for his reaction and pat myself on the back for my boldness. Flirtation and desire seem to come so naturally with Josh and I send a silent thank you to the heavens that maybe something isn’t wrong with me afterall. I just needed to find the right man to bring it out in me.

  Me: I think your camera is broken. It was supposed to take the picture a little lower.

  Mr. Grey: Shit. Don’t tempt me.

  Mr. Grey: Do you really want one?

  With tongue in cheek, I think, “Yes, I dooooo.”

  Me: If you want to send it, I will gladly ogle it.

  Mr. Grey: How's this?

  A photo pops up that makes my throat go dry. He’s in fitted boxer briefs and they are hugging his dick in such a way that makes it impossible not to notice the large mushroom shape of his head and the long thick length of his shaft. I study the picture, zooming, mouth agape, for a few minutes.

  Mr. Grey: Are you still there?

  I let out a chuckle when I read his text.

  Me: Yeah, sorry. The picture distracted me.

  Mr. Grey: Don’t strain your eyes.

  Mr. Grey: Well, I reluctantly need to head to bed, but we can pick this back up after work tomorrow. I’ll be thinking of you.

  Me: I’ll be thinking of you too.

  I place my phone under my pillow and close my eyes, smiling and thinking of him as my body drifts to sleep.

  The next day, while making lunch, my phone vibrates in my back pocket.

  Mr. Grey: Today has been full of photocopies and stapling. How has your day been?

  Smiling, I take my phone and snap a picture of myself and my plate of homemade alfredo that my mom made.

  Me: About to eat. Your day sounds fun.

  Mr. Grey: You and the food look delicious. I had vending machine food for lunch.

  I smile at how he slid in a compliment, and how he texted me first again. It really is odd that his ex cheated on him. He is proving to be everything I could want. He’s sexy, funny, smart, attentive and he makes me feel wanted.

  Me: You poor thing. What are you doing for dinner? Would you like to eat together?

  Mr. Grey: That would be a dream, but unfortunately my uncle Bill, who is also my boss, is making me have a business dinner with him and some colleagues. You know, at one of those fancy places where the portions are small and you're still starving afterward.

  Me: Oh, that sucks. So I won't be seeing you today?

  I frown.

  Mr. Grey: I hate to say no, but it's looking that way. The next few days are looking hectic, so I doubt we will see each other until after work Monday.

  Me: Well, then, thank God for technology so you can text me whenever you’re free.

  Mr. Grey: I’ll let you get back to your food and I’ll continue sorting papers.

  Mr. Grey: Btw, I’m missing your lips.

  I bite my lip and smile while typing back to him.

  Me: Btw, I’m missing your hands on me.

  I chuckle as I hit the send button.

  Mr. Grey: Shit, you can’t send me stuff like that when I’m at work. If a colleague walks by and sees a boner in my pants, I’m in trouble. lol

  Me: Sorry, Mr. Grey, it won’t happen again.

  After dinner I move to the pantry and grab a large tupperware container and fill it with the leftover of Mom’s famous chicken, broccoli & cashew stir-fry. My father and I are lucky that after all of her work on the Travel and Wine Magazine she still finds time in her day to cook us her famous and loved dishes everyday. I smile as I push the lid on and grab a marker and sticky label.

  I hope this satisfies you.

  -Your Anastasia

  I walk to the front of his house and leave it on his doorstep so he’ll see it as soon as he gets home.

  I make it to my room, change back into his shirt and shorts, and hop into bed. Then I turn on Netflix so I can relax. Minutes into my movie my phone vibrates beside me.

  Mr. Grey: You have got to be kidding me.

  Me: What?

  Mr. Grey: You made me food and left it for me? Are you for real?

  Me: To be fair, I didn't make it, my mom did. But yes, I packaged it up for you. I wanted to make sure you had enough to eat.

  Mr. Grey: You are amazing. Thank you for thinking of me.

  Me: You make it impossible to not think of you.

  Mr. Grey: My mom will like you even more when I tell her you brought me food.

  My eyes get big. He told his mom about me?

  I wiggle with excitement on my bed because, finally, I’m as important to someone as they are to me. It feels good being on the same page. No games. No lies. Just enjoying each other.

  Me: Eat your food and get some sleep. I will talk with you tomorrow.

  Mr. Grey: Goodnight, beautiful.

  ***

  “Banana, can you come downstairs, please.”

  I leave my room and stop at the base of the stairs, where my mom and dad are standing with big grins on their faces. “What’s going on?” I ask.

  My dad takes a box from behind his back and presents it to me.

  My eyes shift between the two of them. “What’s this?” I bite my lip in anticipation, hopeful that when I open the mystery gift, it’ll be the one thing I have wanted for two years.

  I slowly open the square box and, inch by inch, reveal a black and silver key with a Jeep emblem.

  I can’t hold it in, so I scream and jump up and down. If you knew my parents, you'd know they are not extravagant people. I have been asking for a car for the past year, on and off as to not annoy them, but I never actually thought it would happen.

  “Are you serious?” Tears well in my eyes from gratitude.
r />   They sandwich me in a hug and my tears fall between us, making my mom and dad say in unison, “Aww, banana.”

  “We know how badly you wanted a car. Dad and I discussed it, and we decided for your birthday this year we would get you one. You’ll need a car for USC next year anyhow,” she says with pride.

  I pull away. “Wait, the other day when I delivered the basket, I asked for a car and you said no.”

  Her eyes roll. “I had to say no. I didn't want to give away the surprise.”

  “Banana, let’s go look at your new car,” my dad says while heading for the door.

  I step outside with my mom wrapped around my waist while Dad hurries to the driver's side door.

  “It’s beautiful,” I screech when I see the cherry red Jeep Wrangler sitting in the driveway. “What the heck. I can’t believe you guys.” I bend at the knees as the excitement and disbelief fully hit me.

  Dad opens the door and ushers me to the car so I can give it a test drive.

  “Are you guys coming with me?”

  They back away with a scared expression on their face.

  “Ha ha.” I roll my eyes and smirk.

  “Banana, it’s all yours. Go have fun, but come back soon so we can eat dinner.”

  I nod my head while shutting the door. I put the car in reverse and start my journey as a new car owner.

  I text Ann a picture of the car when I get back to the house and tell her I’ll be driving myself on Monday but that we should meet in the parking lot. I definitely don’t want to walk in alone being that I haven’t seen or talked to Jed or Tristan since the night of the shitty party.

  My Mom got all of my uniforms dry cleaned and they are sitting in my closet mocking me. I wish I didn’t have to go back to school and deal with all the drama. I’m totally over Tristan but this school, it doesn't let you forget anything. I need to prepare my thick skin for whatever nonsense is coming this year. If the Jed party story makes the rounds, then boy, oh boy, I may ask to be homeschooled.

  Before I know it, it’s Sunday, the day before hell, I mean the day before school starts. It’s also my actual 18th birthday. Because I have never been keen on having all eyes on me, I refused birthday parties as a child and preferred low-key movie and food nights with just my Mom, Dad, and Ann. Now, it has become a tradition, and I look forward to it every year. Which is why it was so odd that I forgot my birthday was fast approaching. I suppose all the boy drama from the summer and then the happiness from meeting and starting a relationship with Josh negated all other thoughts.

  I decide not to text Josh and tell him it’s my birthday because I know he’s been busy preparing for his new job and I don’t want him to feel obligated to stop what he’s doing and celebrate it. Though, in the middle of the movie, my phone buzzes in my back pocket. I feel a tint flush my cheeks as I open and read Josh’s text.

  Mr. Grey: I had a wonderful thought just now.You should stop by tonight and give me a good luck kiss.

  Me: It seems you have very good ideas, Mr. Grey.

  Mr. Grey: I should be home soon.

  Me: I’m going to finish my movie, and then I’ll head over.

  I put my phone down and smile into my hand, trying to hide the pure happiness that’s radiating through me.

  I glance around and my gaze stops at Ann, who’s sitting beside me. She’s laughing at a scene in the movie. Then my eyes shift to my parents. My mom is practically sitting on my dad’s lap and they keep looking at each other and laughing. They still look so in love.. Maybe, subconsciously, that's why I have stayed away from boys. Because I see what they have and I don’t want to waste my time unless it will be a great love like they have.

  They met when my dad was on holiday in Paris and my mom was going to school at Le Cordon Bleu. As they tell it, it was an unusually windy day, so few people were out. My mom had just finished coming from a market when her scarf flew in front of her face, blinding her view. Her hands, full of bags, couldn’t remove the windblown accessory. She stumbled after tripping over a broken piece of sidewalk, and as she was falling to the ground, she felt strong hands grab at her waist. My dad removed the scarf from her face, and when their eyes connected, that was it.

  “Oh, boy, am I stuffed!” My mom looks at my dad and unbuttons her jeans, releasing her miniscule food baby. “So full.” She collapses onto my Dad’s lap and I watch as he picks her up and drapes her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing. They head toward the stairs but stop before they are out of view to hurl the awful reminder of school at me: “Don’t stay up too late; you’ve got school tomorrow.”

  “As if I could forget,” I yell back.

  “Don’t worry, she’ll be in bed soon,” Ann says to them. She looks at me with mischievous eyes and a smile to boot.

  “We love you girls. Goodnight.” And just like that Ann and I are alone.

  “Why did you look at me like that?”

  She purses her lips and then smirks. “I saw your text. You’re going to Josh’s tonight.”

  I laugh out loud. “I’m going to give him a good luck kiss, that’s all.”

  “Does a good luck kiss involve a blowie?” She takes the remote in her hand and pretends to suck on it. I smack it from her hand and watch as it slides across the wooden floor.

  “You’re sick, you know that?” I say through tears of inappropriate laughter. She stands and helps me to my feet. “Walk me out; then you can head to Joshypoos,” she says with a wink.

  I shake my head and roll my eyes but oblige her. After I have tucked Ann safely into her car, I cross over to Josh’s house, knock on his back door, and I wait anxiously for him to answer. His handsome face appears in the window of the door and I feel electricity run through my body, causing my fingers and toes to go tingly .

  “Hey.” He smiles and pulls me close.

  I breath him in and let a sigh escape from my lips. I wonder if this is what it was like for my parents. I felt an attraction to him from the moment he stepped out of that car. Obviously, it wasn’t love, but maybe our hearts know when we meet the right one.

  “You always smell so good,” he says. “You usually smell of flowers and honey, but tonight, it’s cherries.”

  I laugh into his chest because cherries make me think of the big V-word. I should tell him tonight so he knows what he’s getting himself into. Like Ann said, some guys like it and some don’t. I guess we’ll see what kind of guy he is.

  I smile up at him, still held tight in his arms. “It’s my shampoo.”

  He sniffs my head. “Smells damn good.”

  “How is it we went a whole week without seeing each other when you live right next door?”

  His eyebrows raise as he nips his bottom lip. “Well, let’s make up for lost time.”

  I’m startled when he picks me up, but I wrap my legs around his waist tightly as he walks us backward and then kicks his foot up to shut the door.

  “Hey, your text said you just wanted a kiss!” I yelp while fighting the blush that has creeped onto my cheeks.

  His hands slide from my lower back to my ass. He grabs a handful of me and groans. I feel his member growing in his shorts. It pokes me in my ass and I struggle to stifle my laugh.

  “Relax, I haven’t even gotten my kiss.” He nuzzles into my neck with a groan.

  Mmm, I could get used to this.

  He backs us up until my back hits a wall. He's so close I can feel his warm breath hitching as the anticipation of the kiss swirls in the air. His eyes find mine as he slowly leans into me. My eyes close and my lips part in preparation for this soon to be epic kiss. I can tell from the way he’s holding me it’s going to be another memorable one.

  When I feel nothing on my lips, I open my eyes to see why he hasn’t kissed me yet. A warm tingle runs down my spine. “Oh, oh yes.” My shoulders rise and my head falls to the left. A warm feeling travels down my neck to my center. Goosebumps envelope my body. His soft lips and tongue play a magical rhythm on my neck, making me moan in delight. He la
ys little bites and sucks there and I'm getting lost in the sensations.

  The immense pleasure causes my hips to move in a back-and-forth motion instinctually. Moans leave his mouth as he moves even closer to me, pushing his hips into me hard so I can get a good feel for his package. It feels like a metal rod in his pants. It hits me in my center, causing surges of pleasure to flow through me. I’m pinned between him and the wall, writhing on him, and I love it.

  His strong arms hold me up against the wall like I weigh nothing. He kisses and licks down my neck until he reaches my collar bone. His tongue flicks it’s way down my chest, causing my body to heave with satisfaction. My eyes flutter at all the sensations. It feels so good getting lost in each other.

  I’m taken by surprise as I’m hoisted higher. I let out a nervous yelp as my unsteady body tilts from left to right. My hands leave his shoulders, and I try, but fail, to catch myself. “Agh.” My arms fumble to find stability. I do not want to embarrass myself. Then his strong hands stabilize me, assuring me that I’m safe in his arms.

  His mouth makes its way lower, nipping and kissing, until he’s at the top of my tank top. He looks into my eyes, like he’s searching for permission, and I let my expression tell him I am his for the taking. I give him my best sexy smize and bite my lip, hopeful that it’s enough of a confirmation that I want more. His eyes fall back to my breast. A hand leaves my bottom and lands on my shoulder. He lightly moves the strap and it falls off my shoulder, like it knows what's coming and it wants in on the action.

  I watch, entranced, as his lips bite the fabric from my cleavage. He pulls on the slinky fabric with his mouth until my bare breast is exposed. My head falls back in desire and disbelief that this man doesn’t even need hands to undress me. I wonder what else he could do with his mouth. His eyes narrow as he drinks me in.