So Much Trouble: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection (So Wrong It's Right Book 4)

by Jamie Knight

  Before I know it, our time together has flown by. I watch Mr. Winston write down and explain the homework on the board while the kids are grabbing their books and their backpacks. Soon, the bell rings and dismisses them. I watch them laugh and talk as they walk out of the room.

  Mr. Winston sorts the papers on his desk. I start to gather my own belongings before looking at him.

  "Did you need me for anything else, Mr. Winston?"

  I hold my breath as I wait for him to respond. He looks up and shakes his head. I nod, collect my purse and other things, and walk to the door.

  "Stacey?"

  I pause. My heart skips a beat. I turn around to look at him.

  "Yes?" I ask.

  I'm worried that I did something wrong.

  "I just wanted to tell you that you did a great job today. I know it was a relatively easy day, but I have never had an assistant who worked as quickly or efficiently as you."

  I'm shocked. I stand there blushing. Finally, I answer him.

  "Thank you. I always wanted to be a teacher, so when I was in school, I used to help out as much as possible." I feel so embarrassed now that I've said it.

  He looks at me, impressed. "That's good. That shows initiative. Well, have a good day,” he says, going back to grading papers.

  "You too!" I say, turning and walking out of the classroom.

  My heart is pounding out of my chest as I walk down the hall and outside. I can't contain my excitement anymore, and I smile a big smile.

  Chapter 2 - Chris

  The whole drive to the school, my mind is filled with thoughts of my new assistant, Stacey Mikhailov. To be honest, I’ve been thinking about her since I met her yesterday.

  Naturally, I can’t let on that I was doing that, so I’m going to play it cool... Not only is she attractive, but she seems eager, reliable, like she really enjoys this job. I'd like to see if she can handle more responsibility in the classroom.

  I'm not sure how to go about that, though. As I near the school, I stop thinking about her intellect and start thinking about her physical appearance again. She was dressed modestly yesterday, in slacks and a blouse. They fit her figure nicely, though, and when she moved around, they seemed to hug her curves. I'm curious to see what she’s wearing today.

  However, I realize these are not the kind of thoughts I should be having. As I pull into the faculty parking lot and park my car, I force myself to think about the upcoming finals. We have a lot to do to prepare for them.

  Now that my mind is back on work, I can't think of anything else. I pause to have a cup of coffee in the teacher's lounge, then stop by the front office to pick up a few memos.

  "Looks like a couple more kids will be out sick," I say to myself.

  I shrug and put the memos away, thinking nothing of it. I walk down the hall, nodding in greeting to a few of the students that show up to school early. I'm happily surprised to see Stacey waiting outside the classroom door.

  I think back to yesterday, how she had been dressed. Her blouse exposed some of her cleavage; it had been a nice distraction from the lesson I had been writing on the board. I try not to think about that. Things need to remain on a professional level between us. I unlock the door to the classroom.

  "Good morning, Stacey," I say, holding the door open for her.

  "Good morning, Mr. Winston," she replies as she walks in ahead of me. I do my best not to stare at her.

  We both busy ourselves, putting our things down on our desks. Once my arms are free, I start digging through my piles of papers, finding the graded homework I had been looking for.

  "Stacey?"

  She turns and walks over to my desk.

  "Yes, Mr. Winston?" she asks.

  "Could you hand these papers back to the class, once we start?"

  She gently takes the papers from me.

  "Of course," she replies, smiling.

  "How are you today?" I ask.

  I don't know why I’m in a mood to make conversation. I can tell that my question has caught her off guard.

  "Well, I’ve had a good morning so far. How about yourself?" she asks, tucking the papers under an arm.

  "Oh. Same here I guess," I say with a shrug.

  We share a polite laugh. After a few awkward seconds of silence, she goes back to her desk. I pull my laptop out of my bag and start writing my lesson plan for the following day.

  A short while later, the students come filing in. I watch how quickly and quietly Stacey passes out the papers before returning to her desk. She is determined not to interrupt the class. I go over a brief review of the assignment from last night before moving on to the next lesson.

  "I have decided that today will be spent preparing you for your final." I wave Stacey forward, handing her some more packets, which she passes out to the class. "The packets that Ms. Stacey handed out to you are about as long as your final. Think of this as practice for your real test, except that on this one, you can use your book."

  A few of the students cheer happily. I quiet them down.

  "It’s due at the end of class, and you will be graded. If you have any questions, feel free to ask Ms. Stacey for help."

  The students open their textbooks and start working. Stacey walks around the room, watching each of them attentively. I take a break from the lesson plan and browse the news headlines on my laptop. Nothing serious to worry about today.

  I look up and see Stacey bent over a desk, helping a student. I don't want to get caught looking, so I quickly glance back at my computer. The students work quickly and happily. By the time the bell rings, they have finished the assignment. They pass the papers forward. Without being asked, Stacey collects them and stacks them neatly on my desk.

  "Don't forget to study for your final," I tell the students as they leave.

  Stacey grabs her things. I frantically try to think of an excuse to keep her there, but there is none. She walks past me.

  "Stacey, that was admirable, the initiative you took in collecting the papers today."

  She turns to smile at me. "Thank you, Mr. Winston. Enjoy the rest of your day." She walks out of the classroom. I watch her leave, then sit back in my chair for a few minutes.

  Eventually, I gather my papers and laptop so I can leave. The halls are quiet now. I lock the classroom behind me and walk outside. I get into my car and drive off. Being away from the school is no help; Stacey is still on my mind. I try to avoid thinking about her by getting a bite to eat on the way home, but it's no use.

  I finally make it home. Placing everything on the desk in my home office, I pull off my shirt and tie, changing into some comfortable shorts and a t-shirt. I try to relax on the couch by watching TV, but it's no use.

  I think of Stacey, her smiling face. I think of her cleavage again and I get hard. I put my hand in my shorts and begin to play with myself, stroking myself up and down as I think about her bending over that desk again. I want to take it a step further. She’s bent over, so I lift her skirt up and slide myself into her pussy from behind.

  I imagine how good and tight she would feel, how I would make her ass cheeks bounce as I thrust inside of her. I actually hear myself moan out loud as I think about that, stroking harder.

  Then, I turn her over; I want to see her breasts bounce, too. I'm nearly there, so I picture myself fucking her from the front this time. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I can hear her calling out my name. That does it for me. I cum all over my hand, so I go to the bathroom to get clean and shower.

  Chapter 3 - Stacey

  Today is Friday. It's an important day: finals. We have spent the past week preparing and helping the students study. I'm anxious as I arrive at school, but not because of the exams: I get to see Chris again.

  I think about him all the time; I can’t help it. It would be easier if I didn't find him so attractive, but I seriously doubt that I'll be able to stop doing that.

  I walk down the hall of the school. I always try to arrive a few minutes before Mr. Win
ston, so I can see him walk in. I wait outside the classroom, but he doesn't show up. I think it's a little bit odd, but I decide to wait a little bit longer. The kids start to arrive and wait outside with me.

  I grow more worried as it gets closer to the bell ringing. When I don’t think we can wait out here any longer, I pull the spare key that he had given me out of my purse.

  I open the classroom and we all walk inside. We take our seats at our desks, like normal, but it's so weird. It's not like Mr. Winston to be late. I'm sure he'll be here any second, though.

  The students chat quietly amongst themselves. I have nothing to hand out to them, because we are waiting for Mr. Winston to administer the exams. With nothing else to do, I instruct the students to quiz each other until Mr. Winston gets here; I am pleased that most of them listen.

  I go through the papers on his desk, looking for a clue as to what happened to him. I find the final exam papers, but no clues. I walk to the door, looking up and the down the hall outside, but I don't see him anywhere. I walk back into the classroom, calling the class to attention.

  "Get ready, students. I'll be giving you your final exam."

  I hand out the tests to each student.

  "No talking, no cheating. You have until the end of class to finish. Now, begin," I say before going back to my desk.

  The students obey me quietly and begin their exam. I feel so proud of the way I took control like that.

  The students work in silence while I idly thumb through the history textbook. The door to the classroom swings open suddenly, startling us. We see it's Mr. Winston and the students resume testing.

  I want to talk to him and ask if he is ok, but he puts his stuff down and sits in his chair without so much as a glance at me. He looks puzzled and preoccupied; this worries me. I watch him for a few more seconds, then turn my attention back to my textbook.

  Everyone is silent for the rest of the class period. I watch as the students begin to walk up and place their completed exams on Mr. Winston's desk.

  The last few finish about 10 minutes before the bell rings. They spend the remaining class time talking quietly; this doesn't bother us, since everyone has finished their exam.

  I watch Mr. Winston anxiously as the bell rings and the students leave the classroom. Soon, it's just the two of us in there. I hesitate for a few seconds, then walk over to his desk.

  I stand there, asking softly, "Is everything ok?"

  He looks up, a little startled that I’m still here. He glances around and sees that the classroom is empty. He closes his laptop and puts it in his bag before looking at me and sighing softly.

  "Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind right now,” he says.

  I continue to stand there.

  "I figured that's what it was; you never run late like that. I hope it's nothing serious?" I ask.

  He shakes his head.

  "No, nothing like that. I do need to apologize for missing the exam like that.”

  It's my turn to shake my head in disagreement.

  "It’s fine. I gave it to the kids, they took it, no problem," I say, feeling proud of myself again.

  He smiles at me.

  "Yes, I noticed that. Kudos on that initiative. Keep up the good work and you'll be a full teacher in no time,” he says.

  I can't keep myself from smiling at his words. After a few moments of silence, his voice takes on a more serious tone.

  "The reason I was late… is because I was in the teacher's lounge and I had heard some unsettling news,” he says.

  I look at him with wide eyes. He leans forward to talk to me; I lean against the edge of his desk, curious to hear what he has to say.

  "I don't know if you have been keeping up with the news, but there have been a few headlines recently about some sort of virus. Experts are predicting it could become a pandemic; cases of it are rapidly growing."

  I nod.

  "I have heard of it, but I didn't know it had gotten this bad. Is that what made you worried?" I ask.

  "Well, not really. I mean, I dismissed it as a plot, or conspiracy thing, at first, but it seems to be getting more serious. Actually, what's bothering me is this rumor I heard in the teacher's lounge that pertains to this virus."

  I look at him curiously. "A rumor?" I ask.

  He nods before continuing.

  "I heard that they are thinking of implementing a 2-week school closure, effective next week, due to the quarantine necessitated by this virus pandemic."

  My heart drops as he reveals this to me. I'm sure the kids will enjoy time away, but I can't picture not seeing Mr. Winston every day.

  "Well, this is certainly something to worry about," I reply quietly after a few moments.

  It's as if he can feel my sadness when I look at him. His eyes soften and he speaks to me with kindness.

  "Don't let these things worry you. I am sure they are nothing more than rumors. The school board hasn't announced or confirmed anything yet. This is just all talk from people that are scared."

  He sounds so soothing and confident that I believe him.

  "You’re right. I'm sorry for being silly," I say.

  He smiles at me.

  "You have no need to apologize, and you are not being silly."

  I walk back to my desk and grab my purse.

  "Good evening, Mr. Winston," I say as I walk by his desk to leave.

  "You have a good evening too – and Stacey, I meant what I said about your initiative earlier."

  "Well, it's easy to do a great job in a class that is so well behaved. They must have an excellent teacher."

  He laughs and says, "Goodbye, Stacey."

  "Goodbye, Mr. Winston."

  I hurry out of the classroom. I think about him the whole drive home.

  ***

  I get home and change into my pajamas. As I lay in bed and get comfortable, my mind wanders to Mr. Winston again. I imagine we are alone in the classroom, and I'm leaning against his desk. He gets up and puts his arms around me, kissing me. I kiss him back.

  The idea gets me so hot that I start masturbating in bed. I push my pajamas and panties aside to put my fingers inside of myself.

  I stroke them around gently, going back to daydreaming about Mr. Winston. I imagine that while we are kissing, he slides his fingers up my skirt and inside of me. I love the idea of his strong, smooth hands fingering my pussy while I grind against his side. That's one of my favorite things to do.

  These fantasies make me so hot that I don't want to take it slow. I slide my fingers inside of me, starting to go faster. I imagine that he removes his hand as I stare at him, breathless.

  I love how he is playing with me. He gets down on his knees while I'm still sitting on the edge of the desk. He lifts my skirt up to my waist, pushing my panties aside. He smiles at me seductively before putting his tongue inside of me.

  I imagine how that would feel; the thought of him eating me out is even hotter than the fingering, the thought of his tongue sliding around inside of me. He goes gentle, teasing me. I gasp in delight as he sucks my clit. I force his head deeper between my legs; he responds by sticking his tongue inside of me and licking faster.

  I start to grind against his face, but he grabs my thighs to hold me still. That thought turns me on so much. He eats me out until I cum.

  Back in my bedroom, I hold onto the thought of the way that feels. I don't think I’ll ever be able to stop thinking about this. I imagine us doing that repeatedly; even in my mind, I can't get enough of it. I've never done anything like that, but now I desperately want to be with him. I stroke myself faster and faster until I cum on my hand. I lay back in bed, relaxed and ready to sleep. I smile as I think of my little fantasy.

  Honestly, I love going to the school every day, and being around the kids and Mr. Winston.

  I can't imagine my life without my job. I don't want to imagine my life without it. Not only is this something I want to do, I have become attached to the people that I work with, though mainly just him.
Two weeks of being away, of being by myself, is torture just to think about.

  I think about what he had told me earlier that day. I seriously hope that those rumors about them closing the school aren't true. I don't know what I would if I do if I couldn't see him or be with him. I put that out of my mind, reminding myself of his calming words to me. No need to get worked up over this again.

  I pull the blankets up to my shoulders and close my eyes. I tell myself not to dream of him, but that’s silly, because that’s all I do.

  After my fantasies earlier, I know I'm going to blush when I see him again. I hope he doesn’t notice it. I also know that I’m going to get very turned on by him. I can't stop my mind from thinking these thoughts, just like I can't stop myself from being attracted to him.

  My pillow is soft and relaxing. I can soon feel myself drifting off. I fall asleep dreaming of him; I can hear his voice talking to me in my sleep. I dream again of his smile and his laugh when I complimented him. That was very bold of me to do that.

  I love it every time that he praises me for the work I am doing. I hope I can keep making that happen. Soon, I stop dreaming and reach the deeper part of my sleep.

  Chapter 4 - Stacey

  After a long and uneventful weekend, I am so glad that it's Monday. Out of excitement, I wake up early; I can't wait to get down to the school. I shower and then dress in my robe. Since I woke up early, I have extra time to get ready.

  I dig through my closet, turning down several outfits until I finally settle on a dress I think Mr. Winston will like: It hugs my body nicely, and has a little twirl in the skirt when I walk. I hurry to dress and grab my stuff for work. I want to be at the school early. I fuss with my appearance the whole way over.

  After I arrive at the school, I hurry quicker than usual down the halls.

  As I reach our classroom, I peek in through the door. I see he is already at his desk; I guess he had arrived earlier than usual. I give myself one last look-over before walking in.