TEACH ME: A sexy student teacher romance

by T. J. LONG

  She links arms with me. “Well you look happy, so that’s a good sign, right?”

  I nod my head. “When I first got to his house, he was sending mixed signals. Pulling me into him for a hug and holding my hand, then moving and sitting far away from me. It was very puzzling.” As we step closer to the school doors, I know I need to relay the story faster. “I ended up crying because I tripped and—”

  She turns me to her, a pout on her lips. “You fell? You poor thing.”

  “I don’t know why I even told you that part; it’s not an interesting part of the story.” I wave my hand in the air. “I was bawling my eyes out because he accused me of not caring enough to fight for the relationship.” She gives me a head tilt and a smug look. “I know, it’s ridiculous. So I told him off and said of course I care. I was crying; I was a hot mess. I went to leave because I thought we were over, and his big bear paws picked me up and draped me over his shoulder.”

  She stops mid-step. “No way.”

  “I know.” I smirk. I lean in close to her ear so no one dares hear what I say next. “He took me to his room and tossed me onto his bed and...” I look at her and wiggle my brows.

  “Quit screwing around and tell me. The bell is going to ring any second.”

  I lean in and cup my hand on her ear, whispering, “He took my dress off, kissed and licked my whole body, and then went down on me.”

  She pulls away fast and eyes me with a look of surprise and approval. “You fucking lucky duck. How was it?”

  The bell rings, signaling class is starting. I still have to make it down the hall. I start to walk away but stop to yell, “Amazing!”

  I’m on cloud nine when I step into Literature, Josh’s class. I wish I could scream it to everyone that he’s mine and that he gave me the most earth shattering orgasm last night with his tongue. But that would be counterproductive and well… illegal. My mind keeps replaying Josh's body between my legs. I have read tons of books, seen porns, and masturbated as much as the next person, but holy shit! Knowing it was Josh’s mouth on me, licking me, sucking on me. Ugh. And it was even hotter to me because he was so turned on from doing it his dick was about to rip through his pants. I can’t wait for it to happen again. I smile as my pencil sways over my lips. A faint noise draws me.

  “Miss McCready?”

  I realize I’ve been daydreaming throughout most of the class. I glance around; everyone’s eyes are on me. My pulse quickens. If there’s one thing I truly hate, it’s having all attention on me.

  I feel a warm flush coming to my cheeks. I don’t know how many times Josh called my name, but given all the eyes on me, I’d say it was more than once. “Y-yes, sorry. Could you repeat that please, sir?”

  He chuckles and rubs his jaw, leaning further against his desk and gripping the wood top with his fingers. “Miss McCready, please do your best to listen during class,” he says while fighting a smirk.

  I slink down in my seat, feeling even more of a flush heating my cheeks.

  “Who wants to fill Taylor in on what we have been doing all period?”

  Oh, my gosh, what the actual fuck. My face goes four shades of red. Jessica raises her hand, and he calls on her. “Well, Mr. Hot Stuff.” She winks at him.

  “Oh, brother,” I say quietly to myself and roll my eyes. I want to scream at her to give it a rest, but that’ll make me look jealous and territorial, which I’m not. But, he is mine.

  “We were talking about The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society and how, while it's not on the school’s reading list, it's one you’d like us to read. We will be reading the first 50 pages tonight for homework.”

  “Yes!” he says and points at her. “Okay, so who wants to help hand out copies of the book to the class?”

  Jessica raises from her seat before anyone else has a chance to volunteer. She walks to the front of the room, swaying her hips from side to side, trying to get Josh to notice her. She leans over the desk and grabs a huge stack of books, way more than she can actually carry. They conveniently fall in the middle row, right in a prime spot for Josh to get a good look at her ass as she bends over in her too short skirt. I watch him closely to see where his eyes travel. They fall straight to the books and not on her at all. I smile outwardly because that’s a feat. Jessica is the typical hot girl: big tits and well known around school for her open leg service.

  She tilts her head backward to see if he’s checking her out. Her cocky smile fades to a puffed lemon face when she finds his eyes on the floor and not her butt-cheeks, which I’m sure are showing. Sometimes the truth hurts and he’s just not that into you. D-e-s-p-e-r-a-t-e.

  She humphs, gets up, and starts to toss the books on desks. When the bell rings, everyone stands and walks toward the door. “We’ll be discussing the first 50 pages tomorrow. Don’t forget to read them,” Josh yells to the retreating class.

  I take my time slowly putting my books in my bag. As soon as the last student is out of the class, I rise to my feet to give this jerkstore a piece of my mind. I get that he doesn’t want to draw attention to us being in a relationship, but he literally just embarrassed me in front of everyone, and that’s not cool. “That was so not okay!”

  He’s still perched on the end of his desk, swinging his legs from side to side, looking like a freaking school boy. “Well, maybe you should pay attention then,” he says, laughing.

  “That was embarrassing, Josh. Everyone was looking at me.”

  He gets up and walks close to me, taking my face in his hands. “I’m sorry, I was just teasing you, a little discrete flirting.”

  I scoff. “That’s what you call flirting?” Though I may have a small smile on my face now because he’s got my face in his hands and they remind me of oh so many things, like the pool, and the wall in his house, and last night when he made me come. My cheeks flush at the memory.

  “I’m sorry. Now that I know you hate it, I won’t tease you anymore.” He leans down and kisses me softly on my lips.

  I take a step back, dazed by the softness of his kiss. “I thought we were supposed to keep our distance. We shouldn’t do that in school. What if someone saw us?” I touch my lip with my finger, wanting nothing more than more of him. But I know it’s not wise.

  He takes a few steps backward until he’s touching his desk again. “You’re just so damn tempting, especially when you called me Sir. But you are right; I need to be more careful.”

  A student walks in just then. I breathe out a sigh of relief that he came in now and not 15 seconds ago. Too close.

  “Thanks for your help, Mr. Bailey.” I wave goodbye and hurry to my next class.

  ***

  We find ourselves, the next following weeks, trying to find the right balance of student/teacher and boyfriend/girlfriend, and it’s been proving to be complex. I wish it were as simple as it seemed it would be the night we agreed to make this work.

  Me: Do you want me to stop over tonight?

  Mr. Grey: I do, but I have to finish reading the book reports. I don’t think tonight will work.

  Me: We haven't seen much of each other since school started. I miss you.

  I text, frowning

  Mr. Grey: I miss you, too. Do you know how often I have to stop myself from staring at you in

  class?

  Me: You are one smooth talker, Sir.

  Mr. Grey: Honestly, it’s true. Are you free to talk? I’d rather hear your voice.

  Grinning, I close our messages and call him immediately. He picks up after half of a ring.

  Laughing, I say, “That was fast; you must have really missed me.”

  “Of course I missed you. Did you not notice me stalking you in the lunch hall today?”

  I let out a full belly chuckle. “Actually, I didn’t. But when Ann and I were in line for coffee, I kept feeling eyes on me, and every time I turned to look, I didn’t see anyone. Gosh,” I laugh, “you're such a creeper.”

  “Yeah, I guess I am,” he says wistfully into the receiver
.

  “I want to see you.”

  “Just text me when you're done the reports and I’ll come and give you a good-night kiss.”

  “Mm, that’s a great idea.”

  “I know I’m full of them,” I joke.

  Joshua

  It feels like forever since Taylor and I have seen each other. Though, in reality, it’s only been three weeks. Yes, we see one another in class, but you tell me, when you're falling for someone but you can't speak to them freely and express yourself, if that is enough for you. For me? It’s not. Seeing her every day and not being able to hold her or tell her how beautiful she is has been hard. The past weeks have been kicking my ass. Getting used to being a teacher is a change, and after putting so much effort into lesson plans, grading work, and reading, I had no time to see her. I wanted to give this job my full effort, and somehow in doing that, seeing Taylor and spending time together took a back seat.

  Thankfully, I have been able the last few days to figure out a flow that will allow me to be successful at work and in my relationship. I have gotten ahead of the game by reading and grading all the book reports prior to the weekend so I can allocate those days to Taylor, uninterrupted.

  Mr. Grey: Come outside

  I set up a brunch charcuterie board filled with smoked salmon, capers, cream cheese, onions, olives, crackers, grapes, deli meats and cheeses. Yeah, I went all out. I wanted to make this weekend special for her.

  I see her as she walks to the back door of her house. Smiling, she says, “What are you doing? I thought you had papers to grade.”

  I pull her to me in a tight embrace, breathing in the girl that has my damn heart in her hands. “Oh, fuck, I missed you,” I sigh.

  Chuckling, she tells me she misses me, too.

  “I hope you're not busy. I have a surprise for you.”

  Her lips suck into her mouth as she fights a smile. “You’re joking!”

  Shaking my head, I tell her, “I’m not. Can you come with me?” I take her hand in mine and tilt my head.

  “Of course I can come with you. What are we doing? Should I change my clothes?”

  My eyes drag up her body, taking in her shoeless feet, the tiny black shorts she wore the night we met, and a tank top that hugs her breast in a way that makes me hungry for her and not all the food I’ve just bought and put together. “We are just going to my deck, so you’re fine the way you are.”

  Her eyes go to the side, but she obliges, putting her hand in mine. When we turn the corner where the fence divides our properties, I see a car pulling up in my peripheral. She drops my hand and huffs out in a nervous tone, “My mom.”

  Our feet stop. I turn my head, hopeful that she didn't just see our hands intertwined.

  “Hello, Mr. Bailey. How are you today?” she says with a smile not suspicious of us.

  I try to think on my toes and keep a calm demeanor, though inside I’m flustered. “Hello, Mrs. McCready. I ran into Taylor and invited her over for lunch. My date bailed on me. There’s enough if you’d like to join, too.”

  She’s taken aback and scoffs, “Who in their right mind would stand you up? Crazy people are everywhere,” she jokes.

  I nervously laugh, but when I turn to Taylor, I see she doesn’t look impressed with the story I thought up on a whim.

  “What’s on the menu? I am feeling a little peckish.”

  “It’s a smorgasbord, really.” I say as my hand comes up to rub the back of my head, regretting that I invited her. Not that she isn't a nice lady. I’ve spoken to Marry and Joe plenty in passing, we are neighbors after all, but I designated this time for me and Taylor, not for family time. I can't back out now though.

  “That sounds fun. I’ll be right over.” She turns to Taylor. “Hunny, you go ahead with nice Mr. Bailey and I’ll be over after I put this stuff in the office.”

  “Okay, Mom.” She gives her a timid smile.

  I watch Marry as she disappears into the backdoor. My head falls back and I grab at Taylor's hand. “I’m sorry,” I let out.

  I look at her as she pouts those luscious lips at me. I pull her quickly to my patio and push her against the door, sneaking kisses before her mother reappears. When I hear the click clack of shoes, I release Taylor from my grasp. Out of breath, and cheeks red, she excuses herself to the bathroom as her mom approaches.

  “Where’d Taylor go?”

  “She had to use the restroom,” I say, hoping that my lips aren’t swollen from the quick makeout we had against the door.

  She pulls out a chair and gets comfortable, eyeing the table with commendation. “Who taught you about charcuterie boards? This is beautiful.”

  “I actually got the idea from your magazine,” I say honestly.

  Her mouth opens in pleasure as she beams with pride. “Really?”

  “Yes, honestly, when you gifted me the basket, I didn’t think I’d have much use for a wine magazine, but while skimming through one day, I found myself very interested in all the travel articles and recipe ideas.”

  “Well, that makes me thrilled.” She grabs a slice of salami and folds it in half as she eats it up. “I lived in France for some time. It’s actually where I met Taylor’s father. So I always try to add in one French recipe. Charcuterie boards originated in France.” She says it as if it's a fact I didn't know, and she's right.

  Taylor comes through the door, eyeing me with a smirk. She takes a seat next to her mom, across from me.

  “Taylor, you have to eat some; it’s amazing. Mr. Bailey got the idea from my magazine,” she says proudly.

  “It’s beautiful and looks very delicious, Mr. Bailey.”

  It’s so awkward hearing her call me that outside of school. Though even there it fucks with my head because at school I try to separate her from my heart. There she is, a student, not my girlfriend.

  Her hand goes to the board as my hand does and our fingers brush together as we both reach for the chunks of Gouda cheese. I stare into her amber eyes, entranced, like always. I feel her foot kick mine under the table; it breaks the stare and I realize at that moment that her mom is eyeing me oddly. Probably because she just caught me staring at her daughter like I’m a damn predator that just spotted his prey.

  I clear my throat, pretending I was daydreaming. “Sorry, I spaced out there.” I chuckle, trying to laugh the awkwardness away. Thankfully, it works.

  “So, Mr. Bailey, what do your parents do?”

  “Please call me Josh. It’s a little odd hearing the name Mr. Bailey outside of school.” I laugh

  “Oh, sure, sorry, I hadn’t thought about that. “I’m just so used to hearing Taylor talk about her favorite teacher, Mr. Bailey.” She laughs.

  Taylor’s face goes red.

  I look at her, rubbing my foot over hers under the table. “That’s nice to hear. I’m glad I’m someone's favorite. That school is a tough crowd.”

  “Don’t get me started,” she laughs while giving me a side eye.

  “Back to your question. My parents own a hotel in Philadelphia, and also, they run a foundation for the underprivileged. I ran the construction aspects of it prior to moving here.”

  She looks on impressed. “That is very upstanding.” She gets a look on her face. “Please say so if this is too forward, but maybe you could ask your parents if they'd like to carry my magazine at their hotel. We have a following here on the West Coast but I’d love to be on the East Coast, too.”

  Taylor cocks her head and gives her mom a glare.

  “I’ll certainly bring it up to them next time we speak.” I smile, nodding my head.

  We continue chatting and eating until the board is empty, just a few crumbs of cheese scatter the board. Marry rises from her seat. “Thank you so much for inviting us. It was scrumptious.”

  Smiling at her, I say, “It was my pleasure. I’m glad we could chat and get to know each other more than just the casual driveway chats.”

  “Me too. We must have you over for dinner soon.”


  “That would be amazing.”

  She pushes in her chair and looks to Taylor. “Ready?”

  “Yeah.”

  As I watch them walk away, my phone vibrates in my pants.

  Anastasia: I left my panties in your room to keep you company until I can sneak out later tonight.

  My head falls back as I laugh in humour and in horniness.

  Me: You are a dream girl.

  Anastasia: I’m all yours.

  Me: Will I actually see you tonight

  Anastasia: Yes, I’m staying at Ann’s. lol

  I knew that was a code word for my house. Taylor staying the night had become a special treat that I longed for every night.

  Taylor

  “Banana, can you knock on Josh’s door and see if he’d like to come to dinner tonight?”

  I put my kindle down, halting me from my sexy student teacher romance. Since my teacher is always busy, I have found myself drawn to this style of books, for the moment. After the lunch Mom and I had at Josh’s, she brought up to my dad that we needed to return the favor and have him over. When I hear Dad call for me to go to Josh’s house and invite him, a smile that lights up my eyes takes over my face.

  “Sure.”

  I walk to his door, knock, and wait for him to answer.

  “What a surprise!” He pulls me into him, gripping me tightly as I hear him sniff my hair.

  “Would you like me to buy you a bottle of my shampoo so you can smell me whenever you'd like?” I joke.

  With a bemused look on his face, he says, “That could be fun.”

  My eyes roll and I fight a smile.

  “I’m still working on assignments. You’re a few hours early.”

  “I know. My mom and dad wanted me to invite you to dinner tonight at 7, sharp. If you want to come.”