TEACH ME: A sexy student teacher romance

by T. J. LONG

  In hindsight, it was dumb but you know how there’s that saying “guys only think with their penis head?” Well, that day I was only thinking with my clitoris head.

  I sauntered toward him,dropping my bag, perching myself at the edge of his desk, facing him. I spread my legs slightly, just enough to give him a little sneak peek of what I knew he loved to taste; me. "See anything you like?” I teased while dragging my fingers up my exposed thigh.

  I could tell from his labored breathing that he was fighting himself. Morally, he knew it would be wrong to fool around in school and we had agreed to be careful with closeness while here, but he couldn't last.

  He rolled himself in between my legs using his hands he spread them further. He wasted no time pulling my panties to the side and moaning as his tongue made contact with my sweetness.

  My head fell back, and I was soaring in the clouds on my way to Pleasureville. He licked me over and over again pulling my ass off the edge of the desk so he was fully immersed in me.

  The sounds of footsteps and creaking caused him to freeze in place, tongue still on me.

  Thankfully, even in my orgasmic state I still had enough sense to push his head away and jump from the desk. The door of the classroom opened just as my head made it under the desk, my hiding spot.

  “Mr. Donaly what a surprise. What can I help you with?” I heard Josh’s voice strain to sound normal as he cleared his throat twice. What the hell was Tristan doing here? My brows burrowed.

  “Sorry, Mr. Bailey. I thought I saw Taylor come in here earlier.”

  My eyes went wide as I sucked in a deep breath. Was he following me?

  There’s a pause before he answers. “She stopped in earlier for some… extra credit. Do you need anything else? I’m just finishing up my lunch.”

  How did he know I came in here and how long was he standing out there?.

  “Nah..I’m good.”

  My heart was beating out of my chest. I was terrified we’d been had. When I heard his retreating steps I calmed myself down by taking deep breaths in and out.

  Josh’s head popped under the desk. A look of terror on his face.

  “Stay there,” he whispered to me. He walked to the door and peered out making sure the coast was clear before I made my exit from under the desk. His head still in the hallway, he called to me. “Coast is clear, hurry”

  I grabbed my bag from beside his desk. If Tristan saw my bag, he’d know Josh was lying. I hauled ass to the bathroom, seeing no one in the hall as I ran.

  That was a close call, and it scared the hell out of me. That day, when I got home from school, Josh texted, telling me that as much as he loved to see me take charge, we had to be more careful at school. I agreed. I let my hormones get the best of us. It was stupid, and if we had gotten caught, it would have been all my fault. The classroom was not the place for such antics to go down.

  A sly smile spreads across as I think about the tunnels under the school and how they are in fact the perfect spot for a student teacher love affair.

  Joshua

  The lights are dim and smoke machines have been placed all around, making it dark and creepy— the perfect Halloween night ambience. Students fill the space dressed as anything and everything you could imagine. In the last ten minutes of standing here, I have seen Batman, Dolly Parton, Obama, Trump, and of course, all the sexies: sexy nurse, sexy librarian, sexy cowgirl... the list goes on.

  I lean against the wall, surrounded by two other teachers. They make small talk and leave me out. There were a few teachers that took time to introduce themselves to me or make small talk with me while we walked in the hallways, but the majority didn't make any effort. My guess is my age bothered them. Maybe they thought my age gave me a lack of experience. I’m not sure, but it was getting bothersome. .

  The smoke parts and a spotlight shines on my girl as she makes her entrance. My eyes eat her up. Shiny black heels that make her legs seem even longer than they already are. Black tights lead me to a black leotard that shows off her tiny waist and the curvature of her hips. Her face, which now bears a cat nose and whiskers, still looks so damn beautiful. Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail while cat ears adorn her head. She’s the sexiest pussycat I’ve ever seen.

  Her eyes scan the room until they fall on mine. A flirtatious smile crosses her mouth and she does a little spin so I can see the fluffy cat tail pinned to her perfectly plump ass. My hand covers my mouth and I look down, trying to hide the smile and blush that’s creeping up. When I look up again, Ann is grabbing and pulling Taylor to another location. Ann’s dressed in a tiny white dress with wings on her back and a furry, white halo atop her head. I laugh out loud. Ann’s mouth makes her anything but an angel.

  Taylor

  Ann pulls me to a table where all the “cool” kids are. My eyes roll when I catch Jed staring at my tits. They aren’t big enough to be on full display, but that doesn’t stop him from ogling me. Ugh, he makes my stomach churn. He must be delusional. Even if I didn’t have the best guy in the world as my boyfriend, I still wouldn’t give him another chance after what he did.

  I excuse myself after what feels like a lifetime of hearing them talk about thrilling things like girls, sports, and parties. Their intellect knows no bounds. Thank God they’re rich, or they wouldn’t make it far in life. I push through the crowd of gyrating bodies toward the secret spot.

  Tristan is the one who told me about it. He took me there in the beginning of our relationship, I thought to makeout but nothing actually happened; instead, we just explored. I had passed by the entryway a million times and had no clue at the time that it led to a tunnel system running under the school. It’s made up of beautiful old stones and it is like being in the catacombs, minus the bones, beautiful yet creepy.

  The smoke from the party has made its way into the tunnel, making it even creepier than I remember. I heard they used the tunnels as a storage area at one point in time, but after finding multiple students in compromising positions, they decided it was best to close it off. Over the years, the wood they put up to keep students out had slowly disappeared. The electricity to this part of the school was no longer on and it messed with my sensory.

  When Josh told me he’d be chaperoning the party, the tunnel popped into my head immediately. I plan to text him to meet me here once I check it out and make sure it isn’t already occupied. Once I’m far enough in, I open the flashlight on my phone. I figured I should wait until I was deep in so the light didn’t shine, making the tunnel obvious to the partygoers.

  I come to a divide and go left. I’ve never been to the right, so I decide it’s best to stick to what I know. I remember there being a small room around 100 feet down this tunnel. A grunt fills the air, causing my feet to instinctively stop moving. My head cocks to the left, attempting to get a better listen, but all I seem to hear is the pounding of my heart.

  “Hello?” I gather the courage to whisper. I know I’m more on edge because I’m alone in the dark. I’ve never been here by myself and my nerves are high.

  I lift the flashlight. It illuminates the tunnel but not far enough that I can see anyone. I don’t know why I go further in, but I do. My hormones are dragging me further, even if my mind is telling me this place is creepy and I should turn back.

  I reach the room opening and turn right into it. The flashlight illuminates the space, showing me a scene I wasn’t ever expecting to see. I gasp and stumble backward, hitting a wall.

  Brian jumps up from his kneeling position on the ground and pushes into me, hard, knocking the wind from me and causing my lungs to seize. I cough wildly to get the air circulating again. I struggle to get out my words. “W-what the hell. Get off of me, Brian!” I try with all my might to push him away, but after having the wind knocked out of me and my back stabbed by old stones, I’m not feeling my strongest.

  When he rushed me, my phone flew from my hand. All I want to do is grab it and go. I feel nauseous from the hit and confused from what I have just see
n. Everything makes so much more sense now.

  Brian’s breath comes in heavy hard shots on my ear. “You. Saw. Nothing.” He squeezes my arms and a howl escapes my lips. “Do you understand me?”

  I nod my head yes, but the darkness is surrounding us and I know he can’t see me do it. “Y-yes, I saw nothing.” His fingers are still digging into me, causing my arm to go numb. “Please, let me go; you’re hurting me,” I cry out, trying to twist away from his grasp.

  He pushes me from the room, hands still holding me tightly and pushes me into another wall. I let out a gasp as the searing pain encompasses my back. He uses one hand to hold me and the other hand to trace the seam of my bodysuit around my breast.

  “I don’t want to have to teach you a lesson, but I will if you open your mouth to anyone about what you just saw. Am I making myself clear?” he grunts into my ear. His hand trails down my bodysuit until he reaches my center. He rubs it over the fabric, pushing into me with his shoulder so I feel completely trapped and overtaken.

  I release a whimper.

  “Although, it might be fun to teach you a lesson. I could pop the cherry of the prudest girl at school.” He makes a popping sound with his mouth and laughs.

  A shiver runs down my spine. He’s a sociopath. I try to sound calm and confident. Predators love weak people. “I won't say anything. You have my word.”

  He reluctantly releases his hand from me and backs away. I walk slowly from the shock of everything that just transpired, but once I make it to the straight tunnel, I run. I run as fast as my four-inch heels allow me.

  Tears are daring to fall, so I stay in the dark corner of the room for ten minutes, allowing myself to calm down before I have to go back to the rest of the party. If anyone has an inkling that something is wrong with me, then Brian will come after me. I know he will. He’s got ears and eyes everywhere. His family pretty much owns the town.

  Joshua

  More students make their way into the party and I’m shocked to see a girl wearing green leaf pasties and a pair of underwear with leaves covering it. Is she really coming to school dressed like that? I get it’s a costume party, but come on, there’s got to be a limit.

  The teacher to my left glances at me and gives me a stern look. “Hey, I wasn’t looking at her in that way,” I say in my head. “Do the students always dress so… provocative?” I say aloud instead.

  The woman side eyes me and turns up her nose. The male teacher to my right, who’s got to be 20 years my senior, looks at me with a smirk and nods his head up and down. That dirty dog, I think.

  “Well, guess I’ll start making rounds.” I don’t think I’ll survive the night if I’m stuck between snooty and perv any longer.

  I kick off the wall and walk around the huge room, scanning every area for Taylor, but I can’t seem to find her anywhere. By the time I make it to the unpopulated area of the banquet hall, I’ve had to hand out 15 verbal misconduct violations. Honestly, I don’t give a shit if these kids want to bump and grind all night. What else are 14-18-year-old, horny high school kids supposed to do when they are piled into a dark space without their parentals dressed like they are extras in the movie Eyes Wide Shut. Dr. Warren and the rest of the heads should expect this kind of conduct.

  As I’m walking toward the exit to head into the hallway, I hear a loud noise. I turn to study my surroundings, but all I see is darkness and some lingering smoke. I squint my eyes and notice a corridor that I’ve never seen before. My guess is there’s a secret party going on down there, a few unruly students doing inappropriate things on school property. It wouldn’t be the first time.

  I’d like to just turn and walk away but curiosity gets the best of me. Plus, it is my job to stop them from having too much fun. I was counting on that coolest teacher of the year award. My guess is after tonight I won’t even be on the ballot.

  I have to hunch to get into the space—it’s wide but not tall. The school was built in the late 1700s, and the average man’s height has changed quite a bit since then. I head toward the noise and walk head first into a spiderweb. “Ah, shit.” My hand comes up to shield my face, but it’s too late. The cobwebs stick to my face and hair. I wildly pull them from me to the best of my abilities, but I can’t stop the creepy crawly sensations that shiver up my spine. I’m alone in a dark corridor with potential spiders crawling on me. I’ve got a real case of the heebie jeebies happening.

  My shoes sound like I’m sliding on sandpaper as I walk on the old stones. I halt mid-step, thinking I hear a familiar voice. “Taylor?” I call out in whispered confusion.

  I make it to the end of the corridor, but now I’m met by two tunnels, one that curves to the left and one that curves to the right. What the fuck have I stumbled upon? I wonder. I know I made the Eyes Wide Shut reference earlier, but I’m feeling more and more like that was an accurate reflection of this place. This is the perfect environment for a cult meeting ground.

  I listen closely, only hearing the beating of my heart. I may still be a little anxious about spiders. Then I hear the voice again and follow it down the left tunnel.

  It’s dark but not dark enough that I don’t see Taylor against the stone wall with a guy trailing his hand down her chest. The light that is illuminating them is coming from the ground, so I can’t make out their faces, but I recognize the shoes and outfit. I huff out a laugh. My tongue swipes my teeth. My eyes shut tight, hopeful that when they open that it won’t be Taylor standing there but another girl dressed like her.

  I let out a silent sigh when my wish isn’t met. It’s Taylor all right. How could she do this to me? It makes no sense.

  I turn quickly as to not draw any attention to myself. I can’t stand to see another face staring me in my eyes telling me it’s not what it looks like, once was enough. I hurry back to the banquet hall, back to my spot against the wall, burying all my emotions until I’m just a shell of a man.

  “Hey,” the male teacher says while stepping closer to me.

  “Hey.” I attempt a smile but only one corner of my mouth raises. I lean my head against the wall and try my best not to think about Taylor and what I just saw. My heart feels like it isn’t even beating anymore, like I’m hollow.

  Bob—that’s the name I’ve given him for the time being as it’s a universal name for creatures and insects, which I’m about to find out he is—leans close to me, bringing his hot breath way too close to my ear. “If you’re looking for a good time, the girl dressed as Pamela Anderson,” he points to a girl in a barely there red one piece and a floaty, “gives great—”

  I hold my hand up to shut him up. I shake my head in disgust. “Aren’t you a teacher?” I look at him accusingly. How fucking distasteful. Look, I get it, I have or had the thing with Taylor, but she wasn’t my student when we met and I was under the impression she was only a few years younger than me. This sleazebag is old enough to be any one of these girls' fathers.

  I don’t wait for his response. I high tail it out of the party. I don’t care if I get into trouble for leaving early. I’ve got to get the hell out of here before I get fired for breaking this guy's face.

  I make it back to my house and go straight for the fridge to grab a beer. My fingers graze the label and I have a flashback to the breakup with Julia and how much of a lush I became because of experiencing betrayal. I drop the bottle and slam the fridge door shut, hard. I won’t go back to that guy.

  "FUCK” I growl and grab at my hair. What is wrong with me? Why do the women in my life keep betraying me? Taylor knows how this feels. She knows what I’ve been through If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t think she’d be capable of something so heartless.

  I sulk to the couch and collapse, letting the cushion engulf me. Tears fall from my eyes and I know getting over Taylor will be harder than it ever was with Julia. For one, I won't be drinking myself stupid or going on a whoa is me pity fucking spree like before. No, this time I get to feel all the feels. And two, I’ll have to see her every day f
or the next seven months in class.

  I need an escape, I think. I can’t be here. I grab my keys and head to Bill’s beach house. He let me know that I could use it whenever I wanted in the beginning of the year. Perks to him being family. I can’t think of a better time than now to get away and clear my head.

  Taylor

  I search for Josh on my way back to Ann’s table but can’t find him anywhere. My heart isn’t racing like it was, but I still feel the adrenaline in my veins, making me feel jittery.

  I push my shoulder back and walk to the table with confidence even though inside I’m reeling from what just happened to me.

  Ann lunges at me and wraps her arms around me. “Babe, where've you been?”

  Her arm runs down my back and I wince. Shit, that hurt. I’ll have to look at my back when I get home and out of this stupid leotard. No doubt I’ll have scratches on me from the rock jamming me in my back when Brian pushed me.

  “I was just walking around, taking a breather,” I lie. I lean in close to her and whisper in her ear. “Have you seen Josh? I can’t find him anywhere.”

  She ignores my question and bats at my cat tail and rests her head on my shoulder.

  “Are you drunk?” I ask a bit annoyed. Normally, I wouldn’t care, but I’m in a mood after what happened and not being able to find Josh is irritating me.

  She nods her head up and down. “Dickey had a flask with him. I don’t know what it was exactly, but it burned going down and now I’m feeling... tipsy,” she says with a smirk. “Why don’t you just text him?” she says.

  Thanks for the delayed response, drunky. I reach in my bag and feel nothing in there but fabric and lipstick. “No…” My eyes close tight as I remember dropping my phone when Brian pushed me into the wall. This is bad. This is very, very bad.