Forbidden Temptation Volume 1 (Taboo Erotica Five Book Bundle) (Forbidden Temptation Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  “I fudged a couple of the questions on the application,” said Quinn. “Can you keep it a secret?”

  Zack smiled at her.

  “Sure.”

  They pulled into Quinn’s driveway after another minute. The house was small and seemed to be one of the more recently built ones on the block. The area they were in might have been called the suburbs if it wasn’t for the fact that the city was so small. All of the stores and places of interest were easily within walking distance, and Zack found himself being glad for it.

  “Alright, come on in!” said Quinn.

  This time, Zack managed to successfully grab and take responsibility for his bags, though he almost had to hip check Quinn out of the way in order to do it. She laughed, and jokingly squeezed one of his muscles.

  “Oh wow, are you already trying to show off your guns to me, sweetie?” she said. “Trying to make your host mom proud?”

  “Am I that transparent?” said Zack. He caught her eyes for a moment, and saw a flash of something behind them. Quinn coughed, and turned towards the house, walking towards the door and opening it.

  “It’s, uh…not locked?” asked Zack. “Is that really safe?”

  “You’ve obviously never lived in a small town before,” said Quinn. “I have many things to teach you.”

  “Apparently so,” said Zack. Again there was a small, electrically charged pause in their conversation.

  “Let me give you a tour!” said Quinn.

  The house was essentially a modest cottage. Downstairs, there was a comfortable living room complete with a fireplace, a kitchen/dining room that looked to be filled to the brim with every cooking accessory a person could need, and a bathroom.

  The upstairs had two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small set of stars that could be pulled down leading to a tiny loft (which Quinn insisted had never been used).They stopped outside of Zack’s room, and he brought his stuff inside.

  “You must be exhausted,” said Quinn. “I know this is probably a lot to take in.”

  “I’m okay, Mrs. Piper,” he said. “I’m just excited by how different everything is here.”

  She followed him into his room and sat down next to him on the bed.

  “Please, call me Quinn,” she said. “I’m going to be your host mom for a while. We should get comfortable with each other. Treat me like you’d treat a step mom.”

  “Okay, Quinn,” said Zack. “I can manage that.”

  There was a moment where neither of them said anything. The cottage was silent, and Zack could hear the gentle rhythm of Quinn’s breathing, and see the rise and fall of her chest.

  “I’m glad to have you here, Zack,” she said. “This program is fun for you, but it’s fun for me as well,”

  She smiled, and reached her hand over and began gently rubbing his thigh. Zack instantly felt his cock begin to stir in his pants. He knew she meant it as a motherly caress, but something about this woman was getting him incredibly worked up.

  “Thanks, Quinn,” said Zack. “I’m sure it will be fun for…both of us…”

  Zack’s words trailed off as Quinn continued rubbing. Her hand slid further and further up his thigh, coming closer to dangerous territory. His cock was incredibly excited, and he found himself pushing his hips up ever so slightly in her direction.

  “Let me know if you need anything else, tonight,” said Quinn, finally standing up from the bed. “I’ll make you some food before bed.”

  “Thanks Quinn,” said Zack. She turned and walked out of the room, and he took a moment to breathe and react to the situation he had been placed in.

  CHAPTER 3

  “Wake up. Sweetie,” said Quinn. “It’s time for school.”

  The rest of the night had gone by relatively uneventfully. Quinn had made dinner, and on his way to bed Zack had stolen a glance at her wearing a skimpy night robe that showed off all of her major assets, but she hadn’t noticed. He went to bed early and slept easily.

  “…What time is it?” asked Zack, half asleep.

  “Time for you to get up!” said Quinn.

  He opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of her wearing even less than she had been the night before. Quinn had on a tiny night robe that just barely cut down to her thighs. It was too small for her, and her breasts pushed up clearly against the fabric, giving him a little show as the outline of her nipples poked out.

  “It’s your first day at Easthaven high,” she said. “It’s probably a smaller school than what they have back in New York. I hope it’s still good for you.”

  Zack realized that he was sporting a terrible case of morning wood. He hunched over as he slid out of bed in an attempt to hide it, but given that he was wearing only a thin pair of boxers, it was somewhat futile.

  “Thanks!” he said. “I’ll be downstairs in a minute. I just have to get changed.”

  “Alright!” said Quinn. “Zack…I meant what I said last night. I really am genuinely happy that you’re here.”

  She stepped towards him, and curled her arms around him in a hug. He hesitated for a moment, embarrassed at his own situation, and then returned the embrace.

  “I know, Quinn,” said Zack. His cock pushed forward against her, and he could feel the cloth of her nightgown against his bare chest.

  “I want you to tell me all about your first day,” said Quinn. “I’m your host mom, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, too.”

  “I will,” said Zack. She tightened the embrace, and Zack felt his dick push even harder against her stomach. There was no way she didn’t feel it. His cock was on the verge of slipping out of the confines of his boxers, but all he could focus on was how good Quinn’s body felt against his hardness.

  “Well, I better go make you some breakfast,” said Quinn. She released him, and then turned and walked out of the room. Zack breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his cock pulse with guilty desire.

  He pulled some clothes out of his suitcase, deciding to wear layers to avoid the mistake he had made the day before, and got dressed. He did feel slightly nervous thinking about the prospect of being at a new school, as a senior in high school. But it was worth it for the escape it had given him.

  He stopped by the bathroom to brush his teeth, and then made his way downstairs. Quinn was finishing up a fried egg and some toast. She slid the food onto a plate and brought it over to him. Zack was surprisingly hungry, and he devoured the food in short time.

  “Alright, it’s time for me to get going,” he said.

  “Have a good day, honey,” Quinn replied. “Any dinner requests for tonight”

  “Food,” said Zack. Quinn laughed and rolled her eyes. He stood up, and made his way outside.

  One of the upsides to Easthaven being such a small community was that it allowed Zack to walk to school in a doable amount of time. At home, he had been forced to take this bus, and that entailed waking up early to get to the bus stop. He found getting there with his own two legs to be much more convenient.

  The school was similar to the town itself, small and old fashioned. He made his way through the front doors, and then after searching up and down a couple of hallways, he found his home room. Everything seemed a little unfamiliar, but the inside of the classroom was almost a carbon copy of what he was used to.

  “Hello, come on in,” said the teacher. She was in her mid-thirties, attractive with a slim build, and had a pair of very academic looking glasses on. “You must be Zack, I take it?”

  “Yeah, I’m new here,” he said. “With the exchange program.”

  “Have a seat,” said the teacher. “My name is Ms. Wade, it’s nice to meet you. We have a couple of other new students today.”

  Zack scanned the room, and had his first surprise of the day. Alex was sitting in the front row, smiling at him. He walked over and sat down in the seat next to her.

  “Hey,” he said. “Looks like we share a home room.”

  “Yeah, looks like it,” she replied. “I’m just happy that there is
someone here that I know, even if only a little.”

  A couple more students filed into the classroom, laughing and acting like the carefree high school seniors they were. It seemed very similar to what he was used to back home, but different at the same time. Zack pulled out a notebook and watched as Ms. Wade began writing on the blackboard. The first bell rang, and she walked over and closed the door.

  “Alright class, the exchange program is under way for the school and we have a couple of new students here. Please try to make them feel welcome,” she said.

  There were a couple of laughs from the back of the room, but when Zack looked over his shoulder, they seemed to fade. Ms. Wade continued on.

  “We’ll have study hall until second period starts today,” she said. “No talking, whatsoever.”

  Zack lazily thumbed through his empty notebook. It didn’t seem like there was really much else to do. He had forgotten to bring a book or anything to occupy himself with, figuring that he wouldn’t need it on his first day. He began to doodle on a piece of paper, and was in the process of zoning out when a unmistakable noise pulled him back to reality.

  A loud bang echoed through the halls, followed by a scream, followed by more bangs. Everyone in the room instantly froze. There was silence for a second, and then another series of bangs rang out.

  “Those…are gunshots,” he said, almost in a daze.

  “Oh my god…” said Ms. Wade. “Everyone, stay in your seats!”

  She quickly walked over to the door and peered out into the hallway. Zack could see her visibly shaking, and was amazed by her nerve. Ms. Wade stepped out into the hallway, closed the classroom door, and locked it behind her, and that was when the chaos broke out in the classroom.

  Everyone began speaking their terrified minds. Zack looked over to Alex’s seat only to realize that it was empty. She had gone to the bathroom earlier, and hadn’t come back. He felt his heart begin to race as he thought about the terror of being out in the hallway and exposed.

  Slowly, using every ounce of his nerve that he could muster, Zack stood up and walked over to the door.

  “Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” cried one of the guys. “Don’t go out there, are you crazy?”

  Zack looked back towards the class and saw that most of the eyes in the room were locked onto him. He forced a smile, and then turned the door knob and peaked out into the hall.

  “I’m just looking out for a friend,” he said. “I’ll be okay.”

  His heart was pounding wildly, seeming to contradict the words as they left his throat. Zack forced himself to step out into the hallway and close the door behind him, feeling all the while like he was signing his own death warrant in the process.

  CHAPTER 4

  As Zack began to move down the hall, the gunshots picked up again. He was moving away from them, but they were much too close for comfort. There were more screams, and he could hear footsteps pounding on the tile floor.

  He crouched down and moved slowly, peering around each corner as he went. There was no way for him to know if this was an isolated incident, or if there was more than one shooter, or anything really. All he could do was try to keep safe.

  The layout of the school was still foreign to him, and he quickly realized that it exponentially amplified the amount of danger he was in. He moved slowly, and would peer in through the windows of any classroom he went by. They all seemed to either be ghostly calm, with students hidden under desks and behind presentation boards, or a chaotic mess of fear and panicking.

  Zack approached the school’s sprawling, open walled library and stopped. He could hear loud, deliberate footsteps, and was sure that they didn’t belong to a fleeing student. He pushed himself up against a bookshelf, and tried to still his racing heart.

  “No, please…” cried a female voice. Zack peered through a gap in the books and saw his homeroom teacher, Ms. Wade. Tears were streaming down her face, and she seemed to be almost incapable of talking coherently through her sobbing.

  “Do it,” said another voice, a man’s this time. “Or I will make your death even more painful.

  Zack shifted one of the books so he could get a better view. There was a figure dressed entirely in black, every inch of skin covered up. The hand of the figure was gloved, and wrapped around a deadly looking pistol. His head was covered with a black cloth Halloween mask with a crudely patterned skull on the front.

  Ms. Wade’s shirt was already torn open slightly. The man slowly lifted up the gun and pointed it at her head, and she began to vibrate with fear. Her hands were trembling, but she slowly reached over to the pants of the figure and began to unzip his fly.

  Zack had seen enough. The book shelf gave him a small amount of cover, and he slipped along it until he was behind the masked man. Then, summoning all of the courage he possessed, he threw himself forward and rammed into the shooter with his shoulder.

  The gun went flying out of the man’s hand, and he toppled down to the ground. Zack wasted no time and immediately grabbed Ms. Wade’s hand and pulled her to her feet.

  “Come on!” he shouted.

  “Oh god, oh god!” she screamed.

  Ms. Wade was deep in a state of panic, but she managed to follow behind Zack as he led her away from the library. The masked man was busy reaching for the pistol, and the two of them managed to get a decent head start before he turned to follow.

  “You can’t escape!” his voice yelled. Zack didn’t slow down, fully intending to prove him wrong and dragging his teacher with him.

  He turned around a corner, and quickly opened a door and pulled Ms. Wade through it with him, locking it behind them as quietly as he could. They were in a tiny storage room, with only just enough space for them two of them to stand shoulder to shoulder.

  “He…he was going to,” Ms. Wade said.

  “Shhhhhh…” replied Zack. He put his hand over her mouth and held her still.

  Footsteps could be heard coming down the hall towards him. Zack felt his heart begin to race and knew that his teacher must be under the same stress. He took his other hand and grabbed hers, rubbing it to try to calm her down. She responded by squeezing back tightly.

  The footsteps drew closer, until they were right outside the door. Zack held his breath, fully expecting gunshots to fire through the door. But a moment went by, and they never came. The shooter continued down the hall, until they finally could no longer hear him.

  They waited in complete silence for several minutes. Ms. Wade had pulled close to Zack, and buried her head against his chest. He felt himself calming down, and starting to think about just what they would have to do next.

  “Zack…some of the students are dead,” Ms. Wade whispered.

  He looked at her blankly, not sure how to respond.

  “He shot them! He shot some of the students!”

  “It’s okay, it’s going to be okay Ms. Wade,” he whispered.

  “Please, just hold me Zack. Tell me it’s going to be okay.”

  “It is going to be okay, Ms. Wade,” he said.

  Zack hugged his teacher tightly. Her shirt was still torn open, and he felt himself feeling slightly guilty for noticing her cleavage, and the nice feeling of her breasts pushed against him. He pet her hair softly, and then grabbed her by the shoulders.

  “Ms. Wade, stay here,” he said. “I need to go see what’s going on.”

  “No! You can’t,” she said, voice full of fear and concern. “Zack, you’ll die!”

  “Trust me, I won’t,” he told her. “I’m just going to take a look around.”

  Zack reached to open the door of the storage room, and felt his teacher cling to him desperately. Without really thinking about what he was doing, Zack cupped his teacher’s cheek in his hand and leaned in, kissing her on the lips. Ms. Wade hesitated for a moment, and then began to kiss her student back, wrapping her arm around him and pulling him into a hot embrace.

  CHAPTER 5

  For a moment, the outside situation was completely
forgotten. All of the stress and fear contained within the experience of Zack and his teacher, Lana Wade, seemed to be transmuted into something else. And it was something just as primal, and compelling.

  Zack felt his cock quickly springing to attention in his pants. Ms. Wade was grinding against him. Her bra was exposed through the tear in her shirt, and he found his hands beginning to undo the rest of the buttons almost out of instinct.

  Neither of them said anything to each other, but their bodies spoke in an intense language of their own. Ms. Wade shifted her shoulders and let him drop her shirt down, leaving her big breasts clad in nothing more than a small black bra. Zack pulled his shirt off over his head and then quickly unzipped his jeans.

  They pressed together again, kidding passionately. Zack was rock hard, and from the way his teacher was grinding her hips against him, he could tell that she wanted it. He pulled her pants down, and then the two of them quickly fumbled around with each other’s underwear, removing the last barrier.

  Zack pushed his teacher against the wall and lifted up one of her legs. The head of his cock was pushing against the entrance of her cunt, and he could feel for the first time just how wet and ready she was. He slowly eased himself into her, feeling the amazing sensation of his teacher accepting him spreading across his dick.

  Ms. Wade stifled a moan as she felt Zack enter her. He slid into his teacher slowly and gently at first, and then allowed his pace to pick up. The two of them were still dead silent, something deep inside them aware of the danger surrounding them, but the illicit feeling of the sex was fueling the fires of their lust.

  He began to get into a regular rhythm, fucking his teacher as though she was just another high school slut. Ms. Wade was kissing his neck softly, her arms wrapped around him. Zack realized that in a very real way, she needed this more than he did. The chaos taking over the school had robbed them both of power, and this was almost like a defiant statement against it.

  Ms. Wade was pushing her hips against him in time with his thrusts. He began to feel her tense up, the insides of her cunt tightening as she went into an orgasm. She bit her teeth against his shoulder as the pleasure swept over him.