TEACH ME: A sexy student teacher romance

by T. J. LONG

I drop the utensil from my hand and slowly raise my head toward my father. I feel adrenaline coursing through my body, making me feel warm all over. He knows.

  “For goodness sakes, Joe, what would make you assume that?”

  “All I’m saying is you can’t judge the kids until you know all the facts.”

  My mom dismisses what he says and looks at me. “Taylor, are you feeling okay? Your cheeks are flushed. Are you feeling feverish?”

  I clear my throat. “N-no, Mom. I’m fine.” I pick up the fork from my plate and take a bite of steak. I try my best to act completely normal. I feel eyes on me, and when I look up, My dad smiles and winks at me from across the table. I nearly choke on the meat in my throat.

  May

  Graduation is looming and Josh and I couldn’t be in a better place. Yes, we’re still hiding our relationship, but thankfully, I’ve found a confidante in Tristan. Who knew a friendship would come from all of the mess? And because we were friends, I was technically allowed to give him my input on relationships and he listened to me when I told him he needed to ditch Brian, for good.

  I’m in a spot in my life where everything feels perfect. I have the perfect boyfriend and the perfect friends. Of course my dad knows about the relationship between me and Josh, but he has never mentioned it to me and I know he hasn’t said a thing to Mom because I’m sure that would be a total shit show, considering she thinks the unknown teacher is a predator. Of course, she doesn’t know the facts.

  From time to time, she still brings up the student teacher scandal. I feel guilty and terrible hiding something so important from her, but I don’t want to see disappointment on her face.

  “Banana, did you order your cap and gown yet?”

  I walk out of the kitchen with a bag of chips in my hand. “Yeah, Dad, I did it yesterday.” I fall onto the couch and put my feet on his lap. “What are we watching?” I say as I look at him with curiosity.

  “We? I don’t know anything about we, but I’m about to watch You've Got Mail.”

  I grimace. “Dad, romance, really?”

  He grabs my feet and tickles them.

  “Noooo,” I laugh as I attempt to kick myself free.

  “Come on, my little banana, I thought maybe your outlook on romantic movies changed.” He leans closer to me and lowers his voice to a whisper, “Since you found love.”

  “I’m so not talking to you about this right now.” I keep my legs in his lap and relax back into the cushions.

  The movie starts to play and I see a smirk on my dad's face.

  “Staying then?”

  “Yes,” I say, rolling my eyes.

  Damn him for being right.

  Joshua

  Seeing my love walk across the stage does something to my heart. Especially knowing how much we made it through and we are still standing here almost a year later. Stronger than ever.

  Her parents are throwing a graduation party, and thankfully, the whole neighborhood is invited. I know her father knows about us. Apparently, he’s known for a long time. He caught her coming in late one night from my house and put two and two together.

  Her mother, on the other hand, is a different story. I know she’ll have some reservations because of the whole student/teacher thing. Then again, we’ve all kept this from her, so that’ll probably be an issue too.

  Once she sees us together and witnesses our connection and the love we have, I know there’ll be no doubt left. This was never a perversion; it’s always been fate.

  ***

  I look in the mirror while buttoning my shirt, making eye contact with myself. Taking a deep breath, I start: “Mr and Mrs McCready, I am in love with your daughter.” I shake my head. "I can’t start like that.”

  I clear my throat and try again. “Joe, Mary, I have something important I need to discuss with you.” My head tilts to the side. “That sounds too professional, like I want to discuss a business deal.” I huff out a breath, pushing my shoulders back. “I’d like to tell you how I fell in love with your daughter.”

  None of the test runs seem to go the way I envisioned. While I’m slipping on my shoes, I decide not to recite what to say and to let it flow naturally.

  The music is blaring as I walk into the backyard. I spot Ann right away. I nod at her, the universal “Hey” all men give.

  “Hey, Josh. Tay’s upstairs changing out of her bikini.” She elbows me in the ribs. “If you go now, maybe you’ll catch a nip slip.”

  Ann is always coming through with the inappropriate jokes.

  ”Haha. Great. I’ll be on my way then,” I jokingly say. I walk toward the back doors to the house, a little hint of nerves starting in my stomach. I see Mary and Joe by the kitchen island and walk over to them. Mary gives me a big welcoming hug and Joe smirks at me while shaking my hand. “How are you guys doing tonight?”

  “Oh, we’re doing great, Josh,” Mary says. “How about you? Any big Summer plans with your parent’s foundation?”

  I shuffle on my feet and look between them nervously. “No. I have a reason to stay here all summer.”

  “Son, are you okay?” Joe asks.

  I feel beads of sweat gathering on my hairline. “Here’s the thing,” I start. My hands go to my pockets. “I met Taylor a year ago when I viewed my house. We didn’t talk right away, but there was a pull I felt toward her instantly.”

  Mary’s mouth slowly parts, and her eyes get bigger as she puts it all together. “You’re the teacher.” It’s a statement, not a question. She doesn’t sound mad, just surprised. I hold up my hands.

  “Y-yes, but before you say anything. Please listen to what I have to say.”

  Mary eyes Joe but his face looks neutral. “Go on, Son. I want to hear this.”

  “Well, let’s go someplace more private at least.” Mary grabs my hand and Joe’s and pulls us into the study and shuts the door.

  My nerves are high, not so much for this part of the conversation but for the next.

  “Okay I’m ready,” she says, sitting with her hands in her lap, twirling her finger nervously.

  I let out a laugh.

  “What’s funny?” she says.

  “Uh, Taylor nervously twiddles her fingers too. I suppose she got that from you.”

  She smiles and nods.

  “I’ll start from the beginning so you understand it all.” I tell them about how I caught her peeping in my window and then how I found her crying and consoled her; I left out the kiss. I don’t think they’d appreciate that. I tell them about us taking a break when we had a miscommunication and how we took a hiatus the last six months while she finished school. The separation only made us realize how much we truly mean to each other. I even tell them about the electric shock when our hands touched.

  I figure even if they say the way we met was not ideal they at least can’t deny the facts. We are meant for each other.

  “I’m speechless,” Mary says, staring off into the distance, deep in thought. “My baby is in love,” she says out loud, but it’s not intended for anyone but her. “Thank you for telling us. This is a surprise, but it really is a wonderful one.”

  I’m a little taken aback by her reaction. I figured it was kept from her because she’d act irrationally. The only thing I knew for sure about her was that she’s a great chef, she runs a magazine, and she takes her welcome basket gig very seriously. Joe hasn’t mentioned that he’s known for months, so I don’t mention it either. I’d rather not be the start of that fight.

  They start toward the door. Now I’m really starting to feel those nerves. It feels like a butterfly is nose diving in my stomach.

  “I have something else to say...”

  Taylor

  The six-month break was hard, but without the physical contact, we were able to focus on our emotional connection, building on that was good for a long, fruitful relationship, which I knew we would have. Josh is my everything. I knew it months ago, and tonight, we can finally be together again. I know I have to tell my mom, and I�
�m not looking forward to it. But Josh, the sweetest man on earth, said we could tell my parents together.

  I know he’s here even though I haven’t seen him. Ann told me she saw him almost an hour ago. “I’ll just go look for him,” I tell her, waving my hand in the air as I step away. I leave the pool area and walk toward the kitchen.

  The whole damn neighborhood is here. My parents never throw parties, but when their only child graduates, rules change. They went really big for this one. There’s a DJ and everything.

  I feel like I’m at Dickey’s house again circa nine months ago. Hopefully, this time I don’t find my date balls deep in another woman. Especially since he still hasn’t been balls deep in me.

  I’ve scoured the whole house, and unless he somehow managed to pass me and go back outside, then there’s really only two places left that he could be: my room or my parent’s room.

  Now that I think of it, I haven’t seen my parents around either. Are people falling into a black hole or something?

  I turn the handle of my door and peek inside. It’s dark. I don’t think anyone’s here.

  I walk down the hallway to my parent's room and think that I hear voices. I knock lightly. “Mom? Dad? Are you in there?”

  I hear rustling then footsteps. My face scrunches. What the hell? I hope I didn’t interrupt them doing… something. I shake my head and grimace. Gross

  “I’m coming in. If you can hear me, then just know I’ll cover my eyes until you tell me the coast is clear.” I open the door slowly, waiting to hear my mom or dad scream for me to get out, but I hear nothing. “Mom, is it safe? Can I open my eyes?”

  A familiar voice calls to me. “You can open.”

  It takes time for my eyes to focus on the scene before me.

  My unsteady feet stumble as I realize it’s Josh on a bent knee.

  My eyes go big, and my mouth falls open wide.

  “Josh,” I gasp, already feeling the cloudiness of tears start.

  “Taylor,” he reaches his arm out to me, signaling he wants me closer, but I’m still in shock and unable to move. “I think I loved you before I even knew you. Then, when I got to know you, my love grew so strong I knew I couldn’t live without you. With the break, it made it even clearer to me; you're the one.”

  I blink and feel the tears fall, gliding down my warm cheeks. I hurriedly wipe them away as I unsteadily walk closer to him. “Josh, what are you doing?” My heart is pounding in my chest, I feel dizzy.

  He smirks at me, nibbling his lip. “Baby, you know what I’m doing.” He grabs my hand. “Taylor Anne McCready, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

  With my free hand, I grasp my mouth. “Is this a dream?”

  He chuckles pulling me onto his bent knee. “It’s not a dream; you're no longer my student so now you can be mine forever.” His hand caresses my cheek. "So, is that a yes?” 

  I lean my forehead against his, steadying my breathing. “Yes. A million times over.” We stay connected that way for moments before reality hits me. “Wait, what are you doing in my parent’s room?” I ask confused.

  He chuckles. “Mary, Joe, you can come out.”

  My eyes go big and I look at my parents as they walk out of their closet. “What?” I laugh. I look at my mom "Surprise,” I drawl, not knowing how she will feel about me and my secret relationship.

  She tilts her head, smirking. “Josh told us everything.” She puts her hand on my shoulder, reassuring me.

  “You’re not mad?” I ask, biting my cheek.

  “No. Surprised? Yes.” She giggles.

  Dad interjects, “But we couldn't be happier. Josh is an amazing guy.”

  I look at Josh, my Josh, my fiance. I smile so wide my cheeks ache.

  “Look at the ring, honey,” Mom says excitedly.

  I lift my hand and find my great great grandmother’s ring, a gorgeous emerald, square-cut gem with a yellow gold band that I’ve adored since forever. I remember when I was a young girl, I’d sneak into my mother’s jewelry closet to stare at it. I knew better than to touch it. It was a rare gem from Ireland that Dad gave her on their one year wedding anniversary—I was told it had royal lineage. But it didn’t stop me from dreaming of the ring I hoped would someday be mine.

  “What!?” I look up with watery eyes, eyeing my parents and Josh.

  My dad comes to my side and puts a hand on my shoulder. “I’m so pleased to pass down Catherine's ring. It happened a little earlier than I expected.” He laughs. “But I’m thrilled for you.”

  “I can’t believe this…. this doesn’t seem real.”

  Josh lifts me from his knee and wraps me in a hug. Tears prick my eyes again.

  “I love you so much,” he whispers to me.

  My eyes shut. Finally, I’m full again. I missed him and his embrace so much. “I love you,” I whisper back. I look at my ring, twirling it with my thumb, not believing it’s mine.

  “Did you guys have this planned?” I ask, looking at the three of them.

  “Funny story,” Dad says. “Josh came in tonight; he was on a mission.” He laughs. “He pulled Mom and I aside and told us everything. Wow, what a story you two have. It almost rivals ours,” he jokes, eyeing my mom and blowing her a kiss.

  Shaking her head at my dad, she jumps in with, “After he told us he wanted to propose to you, I assumed he’d want to use the ring he had.” She looks to him. “Which is gorgeous. But after I told him about Catherine's ring, he was adamant that he must give you that ring.”

  I beam. “I am so happy to have Catherine's ring, but I would take a jute string tied around my finger if it meant I got to marry you,” I say to Josh.

  “Come here” He pulls me close to him.

  Dad walks to Josh and holds out his hand. “Welcome to the family, Son.”

  I walk Josh home around 1am because he has work in the morning—nothing serious, just some paperwork to file before he can come back to me. When we reach the door, I’m in a euphoric state, like I’ve been floating. Tonight has been unreal. My cheeks hurt from all the smiling I have been doing.

  “Want to come in?” He eyes me bewitchingly.

  I tongue my cheek, eyes squinting. What does this man have up his sleeve?

  Joshua

  “I thought you had to get some sleep for wor—”

  I lean down and cut her off, capturing her lips in mine. Mmm, she always tastes so sweet, like cherries and honey. I break the kiss and lean my forehead against hers. “I’d like you to stay the night.”

  “Mr. Bailey, are you trying to get fresh with me?”

  She nips at my bottom lip, making my chest heave. I can feel the tension in the air. She wants me just as much as I want her. We’ve waited so long, and I know it seems cliche to have sex on graduation night, but…

  I pick her up, hold her like we’re crossing a threshold, and carry her to my room. The lyrics from a song I heard in my youth resonate through my head. I’m gonna tear your ass up like we just got married and you’re all mine now.I kiss her neck and whisper sweet nothings in her ear on the walk to the bedroom. I may as well keep the cliches coming. I kick the door closed after we enter. I sit her on the edge of the bed and stare at her hungrily, figuring out a plan in my head for how this should go.

  “Stand for me.”

  She looks nervous and excited; her lips have more color than they had before and the pulse in her neck is making her throat jump.

  “Turn around.”

  She obliged immediately, turning her body so her back was facing me. I place my hand on the nape of her neck and leisurely drag one finger down. Her body quivers under my touch, her skin prickling with goosebumps. My finger slides down her soft skin until I reach the closure of her dress. The dress was cut low, and it exposed half of her back. I deliberately take my time unzipping her. The white material fits snugly to her curves, showing off the momentous ass hiding under the fabric. The thin straps fall over her shoulders as the zipper comes undone.

  “Mmm,
” I moan as the dress falls to the floor, exposing the pale pink panties barely covering her ass. “Damn, baby.”

  I waited so long for this moment I want to draw it out and make it as special as she is.

  I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her tight because I can’t believe this angel is mine, and so she can feel how turned on she makes me.

  I nudge my nose against her ear and draw a breath. “You’re mine,” I whisper in her ear, staking my claim on her and her body. I release her. “Walk to the bed.”

  She does as I say without hesitation.

  I watch as her hips gently sway from side to side, making her ass jiggle with every step. My hand caresses the hard-on that’s rapidly growing in my pants. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

  She turns her head slightly so I can see the left side of her mouth raise in a seductive smirk. She kneels on the bed and bends at the waist, making sure her ass is high in the air. “Did you want me like this,” she says shamelessly to get a rise from me.

  My dick is pulsating against my pants, begging to be released. I walk to her and place my hands on the outsides of her hips, sluggishly moving them inward until her ass is fully encased in my palms. I squeeze them tightly; she moans and wiggles from left to right.

  My thumb lightly brushes against her pussy. She pushes her hips back, making my thumb rub her harder, which causes her to cry out in pleasure. I rub her engorged pussy lips as her arousal dampens her panties. I reach for the button on my pants and hurriedly pull them off, my member finally satisfied, no longer being restricted. The grey boxers I wore show my own arousal.

  I get on my knees so her pussy and my face are level. I lean in close so she can feel my warm breath on her most sensitive part.

  “Josh,” she pants.

  I spread her knees so I can get a full view of my meal. When I’m satisfied, I pull her panties to the side and gently lick at her nub. Her hips buck as I draw circles with my tongue, making her gasp in delight. She’s already so wet for me.