TEACH ME: A sexy student teacher romance

by T. J. LONG

  He pulls me back into him, slowly making his way toward my face, moaning as he starts. “Mmm. If I get to see you, then yes, count me in,” he says before connecting his lips to mine. His tongue slowly traces my lip before I open up fully to him. His tongue dances with mine as his hand caresses my face. The other hand starts at my back and travels lower until he has a handful of my ass.

  I break the kiss, though I certainly don't want to. “I have to get back before they get fishy. But you’re definitely coming?”

  He pulls me back to him and kisses me softly one last time. His warm breath hits my face in assurance. “Yes, I wouldn't miss it.”

  Joshua

  I look in the mirror as I finish buttoning my shirt. This is my first family dinner and even though they don't know Taylor and I are in a relationship, I still want to make a good impression. Eventually, they will find out about our relationship, and when that time comes, I want them to remember how much they enjoyed my company. I laugh at my thoughts, grabbing for the bottle of wine that I picked up before heading out the door.

  “Josh, come in,” Mary greets me, smiling, at the door.

  I hand her the bottle of wine and I watch, pleased, as she appreciates the small gift.

  “How nice, thank you. Please come sit.” She leads me to a table where a very unhappy Taylor awaits. Confused by her angry appearance, I furrow my brow, wondering what has caused the sour look on her face. “Hello, Taylor. How has your day been?” I saw her just a few short hours ago, and she was fine. She looks to me with a sullen look.

  “My day was going great…”

  My lips turn down. What does she mean, was?

  I take my seat at the table, feeling a little awkward at the discomfort that is filling the air, but no one seems to sense it but me. My foot rubs at her leg under the table. She looks up, meeting my eyes and shakes her head.

  “You’ll see,” she breathes.

  Out walks a tall blonde with a bright smile. “Hi, you must be Josh.” She comes and sits beside me.

  Confused, I smile and say, “Hi, yes. Who are you?” I laugh nervously.

  Mary calls from the kitchen, “Oh, Josh, I’m sorry I didn't mention this, but my friend from work, Kelly, and I were discussing you and your date standing you up the other day, and I just thought, Kelly’s single and an exquisite woman, and you're a very handsome man and… it just seemed wrong not to introduce the two of you.”

  My head falls back and I suck my lips into my mouth at the realization that I have just been set up on a date in front of my girlfriend. Shit.

  When Mary returns from the kitchen, she comes with a porcelain dish filled to the brim with a creamy French onion chicken pasta. The smell of the food momentarily makes me forget about the awkwardness that's taking place at the table. I look up to a sullen Taylor picking at her fingers. Clearing my throat, I say, “Mary, this looks and smells unbelievable.”

  As the food is being divvied up, I try my best to comfort Taylor with a few shoe caresses under the table. The contact makes her smile slightly in my direction, but it’s not the smile I’m used to from her. Normally, when she smiles, it lights up my life. This smile shows me just how unhappy she is. And I get it. Her boyfriend, me, is on a date right in front of her. My head falls and I think about how I can get out of this without hurting any feelings.

  “So, tell me, what do you do for work?” Kelly leans into me with her shoulder as she asks me the question.

  I try my best, without it being noticeable, to shift in my seat so I’m further away from her.

  Looking at my plate of pasta, I answer, “I’m a teacher at a private establishment here in L.A.”

  “Wow, commendable work. What grade do you teach?”

  I turn to her, sucking my lips in my mouth, trying to smile as to not appear like a dick but also trying to get these questions over with so I don't hurt Taylor. “I teach all grade levels.”

  “Wonderful, my cousin in Colorado teaches English.” Kelly turns to Mary. “Mary tells me your parents live in Colorado; small world!” She laughs, touching my hand.

  “Yes, small world.” I smirk. I look at Taylor and shrug my shoulders slightly, trying to give her my best, “I don’t know what to do” face. As I begin scarfing down the pasta, the questions keep coming. It’s like I’m in an interview as opposed to a date, a date I don’t want to be on.

  “What do your parents think of you moving here and working in L.A.?”

  I turn, fork still in my mouth. I grab my napkin, placing it over my full mouth. Chewing quickly, I respond with, “They were both very proud that I chose to move here and start fresh.”

  “Fresh? Did something happen that made you want to move here?”

  For fuck's sake, this woman just won’t let me eat. I turn to her again. “I had a bad breakup, and I moved here for the job.”

  “Oh, you poor thing.” She turns to me fully and gets an odd look on her face. I notice her staring at my mouth. It feels like slow motion as I watch her hand raise to my face. Her finger swipes the corner of my mouth. My eyes feel big and my mouth flat. I look through my lashes at Taylor and I see her cheeks flushing red with anger. “You had a little sauce,” she says while fluttering her lashes at me.

  Clearing my throat, I grab my napkin and dab at the corners of my mouth.

  “It’s all gone now,” Kelly says.

  “Thanks.”

  “Mary mentioned your parents run a nonprofit. Will you be working for them this summer?”

  I can talk about the foundation, no problem. “If I have the time, I’d love to. The foundation has been a huge part of my life and it’ll always have a piece of my heart.” I take my last bite of pasta as another question comes my way. I stifle a laugh. I haven't talked to anyone else this whole dinner because Kelly has been a non-stop gabber.

  “That’s beautiful to hear. How is someone as cultured and handsome as you single?” She laughs.

  I laugh, too, and sigh. Because I’m not single, and the whole time you've been talking, flirting, and touching me, my girlfriend has been death-staring you like she wants to rip out your eyes, I think. “Ugh, well, it’s a difficult situation at the moment. Work takes up a lot of my time,” I say instead.

  “I understand. But you have to make some time for fun too.” Her eyebrows raise at me, and I find myself growing increasingly uncomfortable at the attention.

  “Eventually, I’ll make time for some fun.” I figure that’s a response that doesn’t require another question. I’m tired of talking.

  Mary raises from her seat, taking my bowl and everyone else is at the table. She smiles at me and Kelly as she enters the kitchen. If she only knew that she was breaking her daughter's heart by making her watch me with another woman. I shake my head.

  Taylor has never been jealous, but this must make her realize how hard it is to hide a relationship.

  “Who's ready for desert?” Mary returns to the room carrying a tray full of crème brûlée.

  Kelly turns to me. “Wait until you get a taste; it’s delectable.” She eyes me with seduction and I cough and shift in my seat, so fucking uncomfortable.

  “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” Taylor stands and walks away glumly.

  I pull my phone from my pocket and send her a text.

  Me: I’m sorry, babe.

  Anastasia: It’s not your fault. But I’m like a minute away from clawing out her eyes.

  I let out a laugh and then notice eye’s on me. “Sorry, my mom texted me something funny,” I lie.

  “Please, let your mom know I shipped the magazines yesterday and they should be there within the next few days.”

  “Surely.” I nod at her.

  Taylor returns from the bathroom, with a tint of pink around her eyes. I know that look. She's been crying. I fucking hate this. Her parents must notice her eyes at the same time I do because her father asks, “Taylor, honey, are you ok? Why are your eyes pink?”

  She slinks into her seat,
looking like she hates all eyes on her. I try not to stare. “I had some dust or something in my eye. That's why I excused myself to the bathroom.” She gulps.

  Her dad furrows his brow "Okay.” His eyes go side to side, but he drops it.

  “So, Josh, Kelly took up all the talking time for dinner.” He laughs. “How are you adjusting to the move?”

  I laugh, showing my teeth. “In the beginning, it took some adjusting, with the time difference and such, but this is a friendly neighborhood. You all have done a good job at making me feel like I’m a part of it.”

  Joe and Mary look pleased. I hope they like me. This isn't our first interaction; we talk nearly every day, but it’s quick chit chats in the driveway, mostly. Nothing as in depth as a family dinner.

  “Mary told me about all the good work you do at your parents' foundation. Your parents have raised quite a man.”

  I don’t fight the blush that comes to my cheeks. Getting compliments from Taylor’s dad gives me a sense of approval, even if he doesn’t know we are a couple yet. “That’s probably the nicest thing anyone has said to me. I’ll be telling my mom you said so.”

  “Do you talk to your parents often?” Kelly interrupts.

  “I do. They are my best friends.”

  Joe looks to Taylor. “I hope Josh rubs off on you. Remember, your parents should always be your best friends.” He laughs.

  “I have no issues following Josh’s lead,” she says snarkily, eyeing Kelly.

  I choke on my crème brûlée. I eye everyone at the table, waiting for them to notice the hidden meaning behind her comment, but everyone seems oblivious.

  “Remember that when you’re at USC next year,” her father says.

  “What are you going to study at USC ?” I ask Taylor.

  Taylor sits higher in her seat, making eye contact with me. “I’m thinking of majoring in creative writing.”

  “You are a very talented writer. That seems like a good choice for you.”

  “Is she?” Mary asks.

  I shake my head yes. “The best that I have. Her book report alone was so well written I turned it into the Headmaster. She’s a very smart girl. You two should be very proud.”

  They both beam with pride.

  I stand. “Reluctantly, I should head home, I still have some work to do.”

  Kelly stands from her chair. “I’ll walk you.”

  I open my mouth to dispute, but my eyes find Mary’s and I don’t want her to think I’m being a dick to her friend. Even though it really fucking breaks my heart to see the sadness on Taylor's face, I nod in approval at Kelly's request.

  “I’m so glad Mary invited me over. I enjoyed meeting you. And she was not wrong when she said how handsome you are.” She licks her lips while eyeing my lips.

  I look down, clearing my throat. I find her eyes. “It was nice meeting you, but I’m sorry, I feel like I have wasted your time. I’m too busy to date at the moment.”

  She pouts her lips at me. “Really? That’s too bad. I think we would have had a good time together.”

  My lips go to the side, fighting the fleeing my feet want to do. “Well, I should head inside.”

  “Goodnight.” She smiles at me as she backs away. I’m grateful Kelly at least took no for an answer. Had she been Sarah, I fear I would be physically fighting her off.

  Taylor

  I’m still sitting at the table with a sour look on my face as Kelly walks in with a frown. She humphs into a chair. “Of course the hot neighbor is too busy for a girlfriend.”

  My mom comes to her side. “He just had a date the other day and got stood up. Maybe he just isn’t ready to date,” she consoles her coworker.

  I fight the smile that is pulling up my mouth. ”I’m going to head upstairs. Goodnight, guys,” I say as I pull my phone from my pocket to text Josh.

  Me: I take it things didn’t go well with Kelly?

  Mr. Grey: Ugh, I let the poor girl down as quickly as I could.

  Me: That was really shitty to watch.

  Mr. Grey: I am so sorry for that.

  Me: Soon, school will be over and we won’t be a secret anymore. Until then, I guess I should get used to shitty things happening.

  ***

  The morning light flickers in my room, slowly rousing me from sleep. Memories of last night flood my brain. Kelly’s fingertips on Josh’s lips, her touching him on his shoulder and hand. My eyes roll and close again. I pull the blanket higher until my face is nearly covered.

  The hiding of the relationship is tougher than I thought. I know Josh is an attractive guy; I mean, he took my breath away when I first saw him. That being said, I know he will get attention, but seeing it with my own eyes was horrible. I’m not a jealous person, but I wanted to pummel Kelly, and I know her, she's a lovely woman.

  Lately, the few times we’ve tried to have alone time or family time it seems to get interrupted—the lunch, the dinner. Now I must settle for what I can get, phone time.

  I pull my phone from under my pillow.

  Me: I miss you.

  Mr Grey: I miss you too.

  Me: I’d like to show you how much I miss you.

  Mr. Grey: What did you have in mind?

  I walk to my closet and undress, pulling the nightshirt from my body and dropping it to the floor before looking in the mirror at my naked body. Being with Josh had made me bolder and confident. A big change from the girl I was last year with Tristan.

  I shift my body trying to find the perfect position for the picture I’m about to send to him.

  I snap the picture, examining it before sending it. My ass is the focus. I know he loves it because every time we are close he finds a way to touch it.

  I send the picture and grab the night shirt and pull it back over my head as I plop onto my bed while I wait for his response.

  Mr. Grey: Fuck. I just got instantly hard.

  I giggle, falling over in bed, happy that he always provides me with a response that makes me feel confident.

  Me: I need proof.

  Mr. Grey: Do you now?

  Me: I do.

  While I type, I bite my lip in anticipation. A video message pops up and I melt fully on the inside as the seven second clip plays and then replays again. My lips part, my tongue darting out, dampening my mouth before my teeth snip at it. Arousal grows within me as I watch Josh’s hand drift down his stomach, lifting the band of his boxers and positioning the camera down so I can see he, in fact, definitely has a hard on. It’s thick with large veins and a prominent head. He looks like he shaves, too. Mmm.

  I envision myself there pulling his bottoms down lower until he’s fully exposed. He moans in delight as I blow air on his member, making it jump. My tongue peaks out of my mouth and I lick up the expanse of him until I hear him suck in a ragged breath.

  Buzz... Buzz

  Mr. Grey: Enjoying the video?

  Me: Lol. Very much so.

  Mr. Grey: It’s all yours whenever you want it.

  My heart picks up pace at his words. I want him. And I think I’ll take him up on the offer this coming weekend when I “stay at Ann’s” after the big Halloween bash at the school.I can't wait to have uninterrupted time with him. No Kelly, no parents, just the two of us.

  ***

  The silky black tights get pulled over my thighs and I struggle, swaying from side to side to pull them over my ass. When they are finally in place, I grab the black plunging bodysuit shimmying into it. Everything is tight and figure flattering. I look in the mirror very pleased with my sexy yet not complete outfit. Reaching for the cat ears and the black liner that I’ll use to draw a nose and whiskers on my face.

  After I have completed my look, I grab a tall pair of stilettos and do a spin for myself in the mirror, making sure I feel the way I want tonight, confident and sexy. Tonight is the night I plan on sealing the deal with Josh. A mischievous smile slowly creeps onto my face. I have waited months for him and tonight is the night for him to take me. “You
won’t be a virgin much longer” I say to my reflection. Turning, I move to the bedroom to grab my phone and bag.

  As my feet linger on the first stair, the smoke fills the room making it difficult to see. I slowly make my way down the stairs, eyeing the room for Ann and Josh. A bright spotlight falls on me. It helps my visibility and soon my eyes are connecting with Josh’s. I smile longingly at him and then do a little spin so he can enjoy my outfit with no one noticing.

  Tonight will be a good night, I just know it. My parents aren't expecting me home until tomorrow. And Josh has no idea that I am planning on taking things further tonight than we ever have. I smirk, already hungry for him. Ann comes to my side and tells me she and the guys have a table already. My gaze locks onto Josh’s as she pulls me through the crowd to the discreet table.

  When he told me he volunteered to be a chaperon for the Halloween party, I was ecstatic and instantly remembered the hidden tunnels. As soon as I’m done making small talk, I plan on going there and exploring to make sure I can sneak Josh in with no one noticing. As of late we had been getting bolder at school, even though originally our plan was to keep our distance it proved more difficult said than done. Probably because it was our only option with school taking so much time away from our relationship. It forced us to get creative.

  Fourth period, lunch break, I got an idea, one that could have gotten us into a lot of trouble. I had been horny since I woke from a dream about Josh and instead of touching myself in bed that morning I held off choosing to seduce him at school instead.

  “Taylor, what are you doing? What if someone comes in?”

  He was nervous from the moment I stepped into his classroom, but I was a woman on a mission. I rolled the waistband of my skirt down as I stalked toward him with hunger clear in my eyes. “I missed you, do you want me?” I was trying to entice him into giving me a little something. I knew that if I could drive him crazy enough that he’d give in and give me what my body was craving. His magical tongue.