In my eyes, it couldn’t be more perfect a fuck up since the rumor at school is that Mr. Vaughn dresses up as the mall Santa every year. How I never knew that blows my mind. Then again, my childhood crush on the teacher next door had always been innocent up until about a year ago, when I caught him buck naked in his backyard jacuzzi fucking some chick for hours. I should’ve moved away from the window and got myself back to bed, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. I should’ve definitely been a good girl enough to stop myself slipping my hands down between my thighs, but no. No way.
Since that night, I’ve been consumed by it. Every time I look at him in class, I imagine it was me in that jacuzzi with him. Even now I’m thinking about it as I cross the mall.
We come to a stop and stand in line. I look for the Santa guy but I'm too far around the corner to get a good view. All I can see is the top of his hat. My heart is pounding regardless.
"Your underwear is hanging out," Brock mutters.
"They're called bloomers, not underwear. I wear them to practices and competitions, over my underwear."
"What about your tits, huh? What do you think Santa is going to think of them?"
I scowl at him. "I can't help that I was blessed with a decent rack, you idiot. Just like you can't help driving a jacked-up truck to compensate for whatever’s in your pants.”
Jared giggles and covers his mouth. Brock glares at me. He isn't amused but I can't help it. He's an easy target and I can get away with it because he's my overprotective brother and we're extremely close.
"This is such bullshit," he grunts, shaking his head. "My first day home for Christmas break from college and I have to take this corny ass picture."
I chuckle at his whining. "That's because you're hungover. Should've had the hair of the dog."
He eyes me curiously. "What do you know about that?"
"I'm eighteen, dummy. Have you seen how much the parents drink? I've seen and heard it all." I juggle Crystal to my other hip and feel a cool draft breeze past the back of my thighs. She bounces excitedly. "I've been raising this chunky monkey since she was born. I'm not the same sister you left behind. Honestly, while you've been away, I've been more of a parent to her than anyone."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he says, but I don't miss the concern that crosses his eyes. Brock turns to Jared to right his clothes. "Ready to ask Santa for a special toy?"
Jared stares at him. "I don't believe in Santa anymore," he says.
"Since when? Lexi still believes in Santa. She’s gonna ask him for something," Brock says, spoken like a concerned father.
"Are you?" Jared asks me with sudden bright eyes.
The line moves and we all shuffle along behind. "Yes," Brock says at the same time as I say, "No."
I glare at him and my jaw flexes.
"I am not!"
But I have to do it. If it means for one second that Jared will believe in Santa for just a little bit longer, I’ll ask Santa for a gift all day long.
Heat flames my cheeks. I already have it bad for Mr. Vaughn. Sitting on his lap wouldn't be a good thing. The thought makes me nervous as hell and my heart thumps like mad. Nerves and excitement are a crazy wild combination.
There are only a few more families before us. Butterflies swirl in my belly again. Crystal's growing impatient and bouncing rambunctiously on my hip. I follow her gaze and see that she's pointing out the jolly old guy I’ve been aching to see, only he isn’t so jolly and old, not under the fake white beard. A smile spreads across my face.
Oh my God. It’s really him. It’s really Mr. Vaughn!
"If Lexi sits on Santa’s lap, then I will too," Jared claims.
“She will,” Brock assures him, and he’s right. I will.
My heart is racing, because I’m going to do it. For real, I’m going to bite the nerves and do it. I can't wait to tell my bestie Jessica how damn brave I am. She's going to flip! Mr. Vaughn is eye candy at the high school and I'm pretty sure he knows it, like the rest of the human populous who’s ever seen him. He's got the most gorgeous blue eyes and they're a dead giveaway. Yep, there they are. I’m sure that’s him.
Baby sister squeals again and I realize we're next in line. Flashes of light are popping in front of us from the camera, Christmas carols being sung by a choir, and everyone is decked out like they just flew in fresh from the North Pole.
"Next!" the call sounds out.
I swallow thickly and step closer. Jared walks right up to Santa with a big smile. Crap. I have to go too.
Crystal screams in my arms and Santa turns my way. I lock eyes with him, and I know it without any shadow of a doubt. It’s definitely Mr. Vaughn.
Whoa. Just WHOA.
My stomach is a flustered mess. Even my ears flame with heat. He's staring at me – at all of my skin that's showing, and my grand idea for doing this suddenly seems so damn stupid, but still, still, I can't stop thinking about what he looks like under those overstuffed clothes.
Santa puts his arms out and reaches for Crystal with a ho, ho, ho. I put her on the floor and she toddles on over.
Brock comes over to stand next to me, close enough to whisper. He nudges me from behind and it forces me to step toward the ornate sleigh.
"Go on. Go sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas in that naughty little elf outfit.”
"I hate you," I tell him. Playfully, of course. I could never hate my brother. "And for the record, I think I look good in this naughty little elf outfit, thank you very much."
"Come on, Lexi!" Jared says, waving me to him. He's such a kid at heart still. I smile and walk on over.
I bite my lip to push away the nerves. Santa’s going to ask me what I want for Christmas and I'm going to need an answer. I could be respectful, or I could be naughty and pretend that I don't even know it's my teacher.
Which one, which one, which one?
Mr. Vaughn watches as I stride over, and his gaze is focused right on my tits. I take pleasure in seeing what he's looking at. Yep, he’s looking. He sure is looking. Santa rakes a slow gaze down the length of my body. My lips twitch. Go, elf outfit, go!
"Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas," Santa says, trying to be jolly. I paint on a coy smile and grab the end of my braid, standing in front of him, twirling it, trying to be cute.
It works. He’s still staring. He taps the side of Jared's arm while looking at me. "Why don't you let your sister get a turn?"
“Sure,” Jared says and heads away, taking our baby sister with him and leaving just me and Santa.
Holy shit. Mr. Vaughn is giving me a go on his lap. I’m going to be sitting on Mr. Vaughn’s lap. He's staring and I must be beetroot red.
Santa pats his red velvet leg. I take a deep breath. Here is my opportunity to get away with being bad. This is it. My chance. I decide to take it.
"Hi, Santa!" I say and go for it.
I do it. I sit on Santa’s knee.
He hitches in a breath under the thick, fake beard and I feel the heat of him. I do my bad girl elf move and spread my knees until I’m all but flush against him. Please. Please, let him like me.
From all appearances it must be innocent, just Santa with a girl on his knee, but it feels anything but innocent to me. I feel naughtier than I’ve ever felt in my life.
Santa wraps his arm around me for the standard hug he gives everyone.
"Well, hello there, little one," he says, trying to disguise his voice. "Have you been a naughty girl or a good girl? Let me guess." He pauses. "A good girl."
Here goes. I actually do it. I pout for him. "I was a naughty girl this year, Santa. I don’t deserve anything but coal."
"Oh, I don't believe that. Everyone deserves something," he laughs.
I shake my head and give him puppy dog eyes. "I don’t, Santa. I was really bad. I saw something I wasn't supposed to see, and I liked it a lot. I'll get in trouble if I tell anyone though, it’s very secret."
He laughs a jolly laugh again. "You can tel
l Santa. There's nothing I can't fix. I don’t believe my little elves should wake up on Christmas morning without a present under the tree."
I drop my voice to a whisper. "I watched my teacher have sex outside last winter and I haven't been able to get it off my mind. I couldn’t stop watching. Really, I couldn’t. I liked it too much. "
Santa clears his throat and the air suddenly feels hot.
"Uh, that wasn't what I was expecting." He laughs nervously and rubs his long beard. His gaze shoots around like he's paranoid someone heard us, but no one did. It's too loud around us for our voices to carry.
"Ah, where did you, ah, see this?" he asks me.
"From my bedroom window."
His eyes widen in surprise. "Your window?!”
"Oh, yes,” I say with a smile. “You see, I don’t think he knows it, but I watch him quite often. My teacher is my next-door neighbor.”
CHAPTER TWO
Leo
I’m Mr. Vaughn, history teacher at Macwood High. I shouldn’t be sitting here with my eighteen-year-old student on my knee in Santa’s sleigh. I definitely shouldn’t be sitting here with my student on my knee and my cock straining to get at her through my Santa costume. It’s… disgusting.
Lexi can feel it. I know she can. Any illusions I’ve had about her innocence are done and gone. She knows what she’s doing to me. The girl is a sweet little vixen with a horny twinkle in her eyes, fully aware of who I am as she teases me. Her elf costume barely covers her perfect, cheeky little ass. Her tits are perky, on display.
Yeah, she knows what she’s doing to me. She’s planned long and hard what she’s doing to me.
A flood of holy shit hits me hard as her words truly soak in. I’m still digesting it with embarrassment and shame – the girl watched me fuck someone for hours on end like a dirty bastard.
I know which someone she’s talking about, too. She’s talking about Betty Richards. I met her at an old pal’s place where I had too much whisky on top of beer. The sassy bitch made a move, hungry hands and a dirty smile, and I’d eaten it up like a beast until I realized just how annoying she was when she didn’t have my dick inside her. She was plenty damn annoying.
I still remember her squeals as I moved my cock from her pussy to her tight little asshole, then fucked her like my toy dolly. I stretched her wide and it felt damn good on my dick. I can still hear her begging for more in that sassy little voice of hers. I gave it to her rough.
The thought that Lexi was watching the whole thing through her bedroom window is enough to send a thrill of heat straight to my balls. Yeah, it’s wrong. It should never have happened. But it did happen. She did watch the whole thing through her bedroom window. She saw me taking Betty like I owned her, pushing her to her limits. Fuck, my cock is so damn hard.
I feel like a monster. My student saw her teacher fucking a dirty bitch’s asshole until that dirty bitch was squealing. Then, the best of it, she’s keeps it quiet for almost twelve months, being a good girl in class for me, and saying hello, sir when we met on our street. I'm wondering why she waited so long when it hits me.
She’s kept it quiet until her eighteenth birthday… which only happened last month. I saw her birthday party in her yard through my window. Ha. Yes. Figures.
I try to clear my head enough to be Mr. Vaughn again. The respectable Mr. Vaughn I’ve been for the vast majority of my time as her mentor.
“Lexi, I’m sure your teacher didn’t know you were watching,” I tell her, with an edge to my voice. “He’d never have done that if he knew you were watching, I can assure you of that.”
She shifts on my knee some more and I know she can feel my hard-on. Her voice is quaky as she replies, “No, I guess he didn’t. But I did watch him. I watched him… and I liked it. Honestly, Santa. I liked it so much.”
She must be shitting herself with nerves, confessing this to me. Weirdly, that only makes me harder. I like her dirty innocence like a heady scent you can’t shake off. I like it a lot. I like her a lot.
It feels strange to be sizzling this raw about someone I've known for years. I've never felt like this about any of my other students. They never grow up for me in my mind. I do my job, teaching them as best as I can to prepare them for their life ahead, and then I wave my farewells. They never make the transition to adults in my mind.
After what transpired over the weekend, Lexi is different. She's not my student. She's not the girl I've watched grow up next door to me. Right now, in this place, on my knee, she’s different.
“You’re being a very naughty girl telling this to Santa,” I say, my voice low.
“I know,” she replies, barely more than a whisper. “I am a very naughty girl but I don’t know what else to do. Telling Santa might be the only way to ever get the present I need. I’m eighteen now, Santa. I’m all grown up.”
It’s the way she says need that has my heart racing. She wasn’t lying when she said this was all she’s been thinking about – that much is obvious. She’s desperate as she squirms on me, wanting everything a filthy little elf would want from a bad Santa. She slides closer and bats her lashes at me.
I’ve been with women as gorgeous as Lexi before, but never one quite so squirmy, or so young, or off limits. The way the heat of her pussy nudges against the tip of my cock tells me she's not quite so innocent as she appears.
“Tell me,” I say. “Have you been with any naughty boys already, Lexi? Be honest now.”
She shakes her head. “No, Santa. I haven’t. I couldn't be with any guy my age after I watched you." She bites her lip and hesitates. "I only want to be with my teacher. I want Mr. Vaughn to be my first.”
The confession slams me right in the gut. Hearing her talk like that about me should make me retch, but it doesn’t. It makes me even harder and it makes my mouth water. I hate it, but it does.
I should pull myself together and tell her that Mr. Vaughn is her teacher and will never touch her. It would be the right thing to do. So, why don’t I say it? Why don’t I tell her? Why do I say nothing at all, just sit with the minx squirming on my lap?
Because I fucking like it. That's why.
I'm sitting like a dumbstruck fool when I hear someone call her from the side.
“Lexiiii! Are you done telling Santa what you want? We have to take family pictures and then I want to check out the candy stall!” It’s her younger brother, Jared, in his little grumpy voice.
The dirty girl jumps at that, and I do too. She’s up on her feet in a flash, trying to pull down a skirt that barely covers her ass while I’m trying to hide my bulge of a damn fucking hard-on. She stays standing in front of me as she waves her siblings over. Thank God for Santa's overfilled coat. All I have to do is move it over my lap and no one will see.
“I’m, um, sorry…” she says, and her confidence has dissipated to nothing. She’s just little girl Lexi again, a sweetie in a tiny little elf costume.
Her cheeks are bright pink, and she’s caught up in a bluster as she gathers herself for the picture. Mrs. Claus snaps a bunch of them in five seconds flat and the boys are up and she's grabbing her sister from my arm. She's almost out of here when I call her back, a simple Lexi that has her spinning to face me.
“Yes, Mr. Vaughn?” Her eyes widen as soon as she says it. “I mean Santa! I’m sorry, Santa, I mean Santa! Not Mr. Vaughn!”
We stare at each other, and we’re both horrified in different ways. Her cheeks burn even brighter. It wouldn't matter if she's my student or not at this point since the semester is almost over for winter break, it's the fact that she's my next-door neighbor. Otherwise fuck the consequences. I'd be tearing the elf costume from her and savaging those lovely tits already. Fuck. I’d love every minute of it, and I’d be claiming her right from the start… I’d be her first.
I clear my throat before I answer and act quick since people are watching. I reach down to pick up a candy cane and hold it out to her. The plan works and Lexi steps closer.
I whisper, “Have y
ou told anyone about this naughty Christmas wish, Lexi? Not your mom or dad, I hope?”
Her wide eyes are on me while she shakes her head.
“No, sir. I haven’t. I wouldn’t.”
“Good girl,” I say. “Keep it that way.”
“I will, Santa,” she says, and chances a smile.
“LEXI!” the voice calls from outside again. “LEXI! COME ONNNN!”
It’s Lexi who jitters on the spot, nerves jangling louder.
“I gotta go. Happy Christmas, Santa,” she says, but she’s still hovering, waiting, and of course she would. I’m her teacher. She’s waiting for permission to leave.
We’re still staring, both of us, because I should dismiss her with a wave and a ho, ho, ho after telling her it won’t be happening again. I hate myself, but I don’t want to. The sight of the beautiful little creature is enough to drive me insane.
“Can I go now, Santa?” she asks me, and now’s the time to say it. I should say so fucking much.
I don’t. I don’t say what I should do, not even close.
“Make sure you’re a good little girl until then, please, and maybe, just maybe, you'll get your Christmas present.”
The shock on her face speaks a thousand words. She’s out of the faux sleigh, nothing but a scurry of limbs as she darts away. I almost call her back to try and get out of what I said, but another family is already walking over to me with their little bawling toddler.
Damn it. At least it cures my hard-on in a second.
One last glimpse of Lexi and it only slams in again what a beautiful, young woman my student has grown into. She really is something divine.
I’ve heard on the usual gossip grapevine that being a teacher gives you access to, how that boy Marty Harris has been fighting over her with Neil Vine. I guess neither of the senior jocks have claimed her yet. The thought that they won't ever get the chance makes me feel almost noble about being her first introduction to the world of sex. I’d be doing her a favor since the guys are both total jerks and losers.
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