Some females protested from the sea of students. “There we go. Equality issues? What’s the equivalent to balls? Anyone?”
A boy yelled out, “Pussy.”
Instead of getting angry, Mr. Taylor applauded. “There we go. Ladies, get some pussy. Gentlemen, get some balls. Better?” More laughter.
Samantha leaned over, a smile still on her lips. "I told he was great."
Mr. Taylor began handing out packets of stapled papers from the box on his desk to the first person in each row. Everyone began handing the stack down the row to the next person. Since Kaya sat at the head of her aisle, she anticipated meeting Mr. Taylor face to face as he made his way up the stairs.
Mr. Taylor’s casual black dress shoes landed in a wide stance in the aisle beside her. Inch by inch, she looked up from the floor to his hands where he held the stack of papers. Strong hands, with long slender fingers. Even with him standing only a foot from her, and half the class staring in their direction, she couldn’t help but think of those hands on her body.
“You’re new,” he said. Oh God, please nothing embarrassing.
“Yes.” She peered up to see his face. His eyes were an ocean blue with a squinty, seductive quality, bordered by thick, dark lashes. The rest of the world went away when she met his gaze. She must have stopped breathing, and couldn’t be sure how much time passed. You have to be mine, she thought.
“Good to have you with us.” He continued up the stairs without a hint of interest. Why wouldn't he? He was her teacher. Why did she want him to like her anyway? The guy had to be at least ten years older than her and in a position of authority. She shook away her silly thoughts and went through the sheets of paper.
As the teacher walked back down towards his desk he began to speak with a deep, commanding voice for everyone to hear him. “You’re to pick one of the five topics in the first assignment list. Then you’re to write an essay defending your opposing view.”
Groans filled the room. Writing about something with passion and conviction when it went against everything you believed in was the ultimate challenge. A teacher in high school gave them a similar assignment, but Kaya knew she’d have to take this one a lot further. The choices were not as simple as professional fighting or hunting. They were big ones. Kaya immediately chose the topic she thought would be easiest. She didn’t think she could handle something like religion or abortion, so chose sex before marriage. Already her mind worked, trying to decide exactly where she stood on the subject.
She'd fucked Eric, but that was a mistake because she had nothing to show for it, just the loss of her virginity. The sex wasn’t even good. He may have been a big college football hero, but he had a thin dick that left little to be desired. What would it feel like to be with a real man?
Chapter Three
As class ended, Sam said goodbye leaving Kaya alone. She was glad to have a nice girl to sit beside each day. While gathering her supplies she focused her attention on the teacher below. He cleaned the blackboard down with a chalk brush and then put on his blazer. When his eyes met hers, her body jolted into awareness and she did a quick visual sweep of the room. Only a handful of students remained. Her breathing picked up as he made his way towards her.
She picked up her pace, shoving everything into her oversized jean book bag before standing and adjusting her shirt hem.
“Ms…?”
“Kaya Waters.”
“You finding everything okay?”
“Yes, sir.” She wanted desperately to chat with him like a normal person. Even flirt a little. But she felt intimidated by him, and her annoying shyness overpowered, masking the real her.
“Have you decided on a topic yet?” He sat on the edge of her desk and got comfortable. No chance of running off now. It would appear rude.
Her mind puzzled at his words until she realized he spoke of the upcoming assignment. “I was thinking of the…the sex one.” Her voice stuttered and she knew her cheeks grew pink from embarrassment. Could he see into her private thoughts? The sexually explicit fantasies she'd already created starring him?
“Interesting. I’m anxious to hear your opinions on the matter.”
He stared her down, unblinking. She froze under his intense scrutiny, not sure what to do or say or feel. His attention felt intimate, made her feel more special than all his other students. God, she wanted him.
“Thanks,” she muttered. Kaya adjusted her bag further on her shoulder, hoping to signal her need to leave. How long could she hold her breath?
In a sudden burst, making her jump back, he stood and clapped his hands loudly. “Great. See you tomorrow.” Then he trotted down the stairs, snatched up his bag and exited out his private door without a backward glance. He was just being nice. The guy was a great teacher and the students loved him for a reason. Her inappropriate feelings for him only clouded her judgment. Mr. Taylor wasn’t interested in her intimately. He only wanted to welcome her, make her feel comfortable. Kaya sighed and made her way to the main entrance to meet Cynthia.
“So how’s your first day going?” Cynthia wrapped her arm around Kaya’s shoulder and slumped against her as they walked away from the university towards the downtown strip. The sun shone bright and a warm breeze blew down the narrow street, making it a pleasure to be outside. Her mind continued to whirl from her confrontation with Mr. Taylor.
“Pretty good.”
“Which classes did you have?”
“Economics and philosophy.”
“Ugh. Heavy weights. Which teachers?”
“Um…” She couldn’t for the life of her remember the name of her first teacher. As for the second, it was carved into her brain. “One of them was Taylor.”
“Oh my God. You’re so lucky! He’s the funniest teacher. Totally cool.”
“Seems that way.” She wanted to pick Cynthia’s brain to see what she knew about him. First name, age, marital status, history. If he wasn’t married, would she want to put the moves on him? Would she even be able to with her annoying shyness? The guy wasn’t classic good-looking, but Kaya had a unique taste. Specific features and personality changed the way a person looked in her opinion. But he was a lot older and unavailable being her teacher. If anything, she should view him as a father figure, not a potential fuck. She was surrounded by gorgeous, young blood. Men who would eagerly rock her world. Then why did she continue to obsess over Mr. Taylor? When she closed her eyes, all she could see were his sultry blue eyes.
“Hey! Cynthia!” They both turned towards the voice calling from behind them. It was the creepy guy from philosophy and two of his guy friends.
“Hi Mike. What’s up?”
“Who’s your friend?” he asked without apology. Kaya kicked at the dirt on the concrete sidewalk, concentrating on the cracks and fissures. Mike’s breathing came fast and heavy from the quick run.
“She’s cute isn’t she,” teased Cynthia. Kaya wanted to strangle her friend.
“Too cute for her own good.”
“Well, her name’s Kaya. She rooms at my place.”
“Really.”
Kaya tugged down Cynthia’s sleeve and glared at her. She didn’t need Mike knowing where she lived. He may have been tall and temptingly handsome, but he was just another young stud that would use her and leave her like Eric.
“And she’s starving to death. Time for lunch,” said Kaya, dragging Cynthia away with her.
“Kaya. He likes you,” Cynthia whispered when they’d put distance between them and the guys.
“I can see that. He’s in my philosophy class and he creeps me out.” Kaya brushed some curls behind her ear and peeked over her shoulder. They were following.
“Mike? He’s harmless. Cute too.”
“Fine, he’s cute, but he stared at me for like the whole class. It was weird.”
“It’s just because he likes you.” Cynthia grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to stop. “Look. Are you going to diss every guy because of Eric? They’re not all Eric. How can you f
ind a winner if you don’t give anyone a chance?”
“Give me a break. It’s only been a couple weeks. I think I deserve some healing time. Ever heard of re-bound? Is that what you want for me?”
Cynthia rolled her eyes in acquiescence and released her. They made their way to the coffee shop, leaving Mike and his friends standing on the sidewalk.
****
When Kaya arrived home from work she completed her assignment for philosophy even though it wasn’t due until the end of the week. Doing the essay made her feel connected to her professor, and she wanted to make him proud. She couldn’t sleep if she tried. Her body was wound up tight in eagerness of seeing Mr. Taylor again. A few times she almost asked Cynthia about him to see if she could find out any useful information, but chickened out. Cynthia wouldn’t understand her attraction to an older man. Her teacher. She didn’t understand it herself. At twenty-six she was crushing. Must be part of rebound sickness. There was no other way to explain her feelings.
That night Kaya had a fitful sleep, her skin crawling and pussy aching. She dozed off briefly, but then decided she had to see Mr. Taylor. His image was burned into her mind—those soulful blue eyes, sexy smirk, and fit body. She took a taxi to the school, the grounds blackened with no outdoor lighting. The only light on in the school was Mr. Taylor's office. She peeked in the window and saw him hunched over his desk marking assignments. How perfect to catch him alone. She entered the school and quietly navigated the lonely halls. It felt so different at night, no crowds or deafening chatter.
The door to his office was slightly ajar, so she crept in without knocking. She stopped dead when he wasn't at the desk he'd been sitting at.
"You're out late, Kaya." The deep, rich voice came from behind her. How had he gotten there? She didn't turn, her feet glued in place. "I know why you're here."
"You do?"
"You're a bad girl, craving to be fucked by your teacher. Would you like that? To feel my cock taking away that ache between your legs?"
She was speechless. Kaya had no idea he felt the same way, had the same dirty thoughts as her. "It's wrong..."
"Then why did you come?"
When she didn't answer, he laughed. He revealed a ruler. The same one he'd used to hit the desk in class. Her pussy creamed just seeing it, an erotic icon burned into her brain. "Will you use that on me?"
"Take all your clothes off." His tone was gruff and final.
Never in her life had she done anything so naughty. Her body was on fire, so excited to take what Mr. Taylor offered. She obeyed, taking off her clothes layer by layer.
When she looked back up he was only wearing a pair of low-cut black boxer briefs. His body was even more toned than she'd imagined. He pointed to his desk with the ruler, his face stoic.
She bent over his desk, the cool wood making her bare nipples pebble when her breasts pressed against the hard surface. He parted her legs wider with his thigh.
"Get ready for pain, Kaya. Don't bother screaming because you're the one fantasizing about me spanking you." How did he know?
His wide ruler came down on her ass, a sharp snap of his wrist leaving her ass hot and throbbing. He repeated the action. She wanted to scream, but her voice wouldn't work. Mr. Taylor began to laugh sadistically, sending a shiver of fear through her body.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it, Kaya? Did you think a man like me would actually want a little girl like you." More laughter.
She turned around and sat on the desk, her ass sore and achy. Her nudity now embarrassed her. She covered her breasts and then looked around her realizing they weren't in his office at all, but in philosophy class. It was day time and all the students were watching them, watching her. She wanted to run and hide, be anywhere but the school.
The alarm woke her, ripping her from her dream...or nightmare. She was exhausted from falling asleep so late. Those vivid dreams were driving her mad. They must be a result of her mind dealing with her lust for Mr. Taylor combined with all her fears and insecurities. Now that she was back in the waking world, her desire for him also returned. Even though her eyes burned and body cried out for her to stay cuddled in the warm nest of comforters. The only thing pushing her to hop in the shower was the thrill of going to school. Specifically philosophy class.
Kaya closed her eyes and let the cool water rush over her hair and face. As she soaped up her body, running her hands over her breasts and down her stomach, she imagined Mr. Taylor’s hands caressing her. She'd felt so alone for most of her life and even more since the Eric incident. Kaya craved to connect with a man, to set down roots, to stop living like a feather floating on the breeze. Mr. Taylor promised stability, maturity, and the structure she lacked in her life. Her nipples pebbled and her clit began to throb. Damn, she wanted him to want her. He wasn’t some immature boy like Eric or Mike. He was mature, experienced, and unattainable. Her pussy clenched, demanding relief from the deep seated itch.
Several loud hollow bangs on the door forced her to shut off the water before she even had a chance to tease her clit. It appeared she’d have to go through her day a horny mess.
“Who is it?” she yelled, pulling back the plastic curtain. Her hair dripped down in rivulets.
“Me. Hurry up, it’s time to go,” said Cynthia.
“I’ll be ready in ten minutes.”
Kaya took more care in her appearance than usual, even adding makeup that she usually couldn't be bothered with—dark eyeliner and rich red lipstick.
By the time she got to the foyer, Cynthia didn't look impressed. “Finally. I was about to leave without you.” She paused dead in her tracks to give Kaya the once over. “Oh my God. You look like a porcelain doll.”
“That’s not a compliment.”
Cynthia held the door open for her. “Of course it is.”
“I’d rather sexy or irresistible.”
“I’m sure Mike will have those thoughts in mind when he sees you, but you’re my best friend.”
The short trip to the university was still long enough that Kaya couldn’t stand the unspoken questions racing through her mind.
“So...did you have Taylor before?”
“Yeah. Last year. He’s totally unorthodox.”
“What’s his real name?”
Cynthia shrugged as she pulled into the parking lot.
“Is he married?” Her throat clenched and she wondered if she’d gone too far with the questions.
Her friend's eyes narrowed. “I don’t know. Why you asking?”
“Just curious. I didn’t notice a wedding band and I assumed he’d be married at his age.”
The parking lot was filled with students. Cynthia spoke to her from over the roof of the car once they'd joined the melee. “Why were you even looking to see if he had a wedding band?”
Kaya grew bold as they trekked to the entrance. Cynthia was her best friend and wouldn’t judge her like a stranger might. “He’s kind of cute.”
“What?” Cynthia grabbed her sleeve. “Cute?”
“You heard me.”
“You’ve got to be kidding. Mr. Taylor? He’s like fifty and you’re like…oh my God. What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. I assume you don’t agree with me.”
“Gross. No. How could you even see him like that? Mike likes you. A hundred other guys would say yes to you, and you have eyes for Mr. Taylor?”
“I didn’t say I loved the guy. Don’t you think he’s good looking?”
“He’s old and wrinkly.”
“Is not!”
“See. You’re defending him. You do like him.”
Kaya pulled open the heavy metal door to the university. “See you at lunch.” She speed walked down the hall, away from Cynthia and her accusations. It surprised Kaya that her friend didn’t find Mr. Taylor attractive when she was so hot for him. She assumed every female had to see him the same way as her. To each their own, she supposed.
By the time economics class ended, Kaya was ready to bolt for the doo
r. Unlike yesterday she arrived at philosophy early and took the same seat as last time. The few groups of students present spoke in whispered voices. The room echoed due to the size and emptiness, adding to her anxiousness.
Kaya studied the teacher’s desk, imagining when Mr. Taylor would occupy it. She lost herself in daydreams of true love, something not uncommon for her. Kaya was a hopeless romantic and always would be. Reality slipped away and background sounds became muffled until they drowned out completely. She imagined Mr. Taylor ordering her to lie on his desk, naked, in that authoritative tone he used. He’d spread her legs open and run his hands over her sensitive inner thighs. She'd writhe, raise her hips so he'd touch her where she needed him most, but he'd discipline her with that ruler he used to scare his students. "You've been a naughty girl, Kaya. Now you'll be punished."
“How was your lunch?”
Kaya blinked and turned her head towards the voice, not even remembering where she was for a moment.
“Pardon me?”
It was Mike. “Your lunch. Yesterday with Cynthia. Any good?”
“Oh yeah. Sure. I hope you didn’t get the wrong idea. I wasn’t trying to be rude.”
“Never thought it.” He sat on the edge of her desk in the same position Mr. Taylor had the day before. “Your name’s Kaya, right?”
“Yep.”
“That’s different.” He leaned down. “I like different.”
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