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Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. All characters are over the age of 18. Any resemblance to any real people or situations is purely coincidental. Don’t read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality.
This is one of the first stories I’ve written in a long time, please be nice. I would appreciate constructive criticism. I will be posting more chapters soon.
Diana is a student of Mr. Anderson’s; someone he should not be having feelings toward. However, after giving her detention, they make up in the best of ways.
“Does everyone understand the assignment?” I looked around the classroom, and a couple of students groaned no. My eyes flittered over to Diana sitting in the middle row, attentively writing down everything I said.
She leaned against her desk, causing her breasts to be bunched up under her. Her tits pushed up against her shirt, bringing her nipples to the forefront. I bit my lip in response to her shifting her pencil to her other hand, which caused her breasts to readjust. Fuck, I might have to take a seat.
“You will have to write an essay. At least 800 words. About something you consider taboo in your life. Nothing extremely violent or sexual, but it is not meant to be a comfortable exercise. Don’t worry, only I will read this one. Make yourself uncomfortable and write something new and foreign to you,” Her eyes shifted up to mine, and I quickly looked away. If I didn’t start being more careful, I would get caught. She was thoughtfully looking at me, digesting my words. Her paper was going to be good. It wasn’t a guess; she is just that great a student. That’s what attracted me to her. That and her tits. But mostly her mind.
When I first got a job here, it was already one semester in. I started in the spring for 12th graders, many of whom no longer cared what happened and wanted school to be over. I understood the risks of accepting a job for this senior class that was as good as over, but I needed a job after I graduated, and took the first one that called me back.
And I am entirely glad I did.
I get to see her lithe little body walking down the hallway. Her plump lips take sips of water at her locker. Her breasts bounce whenever she jumps up and down for a particularly high shelf. Ever so tiny glances at her legs when she wore a skirt, and farther up when she shifted in her seat, hoping for a glance at something. She never went commando, god hasn’t answered that prayer yet.
She, however, did wear the sexiest little red panties known to man, at least to me. It might just be my imagination, but I could swear I saw wet patches every once in a while. I didn’t hold out much hope that it was because of me. She’s a gorgeous girl who can and often does receive the attention of her peers.
I could never do anything about my crush though. I even tried to forget about it. I really did. But my eyes always wandered back to her. Her mind captivated me every time in class. Her voice always sent a shock through me. Her body…god, her body, whenever I see her, my cock immediately stiffens.
Which makes it hard to teach.
But I’m her teacher, and I don’t think I could cross that line with her.
Think being the keyword.
She could get in trouble and I definitely would get in trouble.
I knew I was taking up a challenge with this class, but what I didn’t anticipate was them knowing I wasn’t much older than them, and that I didn’t particularly have any seniority on them. At least in their minds. Many of them, like Diana, had already turned 18. I was only 25, while yes, years ahead of them, they didn’t see it that way. But I was trying my best to combat that by being authoritarian. Not acting like a dictator, but also not as their friend.
“I told you guys about it a couple weeks ago, and it needs to be turned in in a couple of days,” The class groaned again.
“Hey, it’s your own fault if you haven’t started it,” I declared as the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day.
Students got up and walked out, happy that it was the end of the day. What kept my attention was when Diana stayed in place. She looked around and made sure everyone had left before asking me a question.
“Uh, Mr. Anderson, may I change in your office?” She asked, looking up at me with her innocent brown eyes
I resisted the urge to yell “yes” at her and went the professional route.
Clearing my throat, I asked, “Why.”
“I have this competition right after school, and the restrooms aren’t usually clean after class ends. I don’t want to risk dropping anything on the floor.”
“It’ll only take 10 minutes,” She quickly added, she must have thought my hesitation was me thinking of a way to say no. I wanted to tell her to take as long as she needed but decided to try not to come off as a creep.
“Go right ahead, Diana.” I opened the door for her, she walked in, brushing against Maltepe Escort me, with her waist length black hair smelling of lavender. I internally shivered, closed the door for her, and went to sit at my desk.
I immediately sat straight up. What I forgot to mention was that at certain places in the room, the mirrors reflected and I could see in my office facing the opposite direction. I looked at my black computer screen and clearly saw her reflection. Gulping, I tried to calm down and take a deep breath. I willed myself to look away. As much as I wanted to continue looking, I didn’t want to be an asshole.
“Ah,” I heard her exclaim. “I’m okay,” She yelled out.
I looked over to see if she was alright, and she was lifting her shirt over her head, letting her breasts bounce free.
Well, that didn’t last long.
I always thought she didn’t wear bras, and this confirmed it. She tugged on her shirt, but it seemed caught on something of hers. She wiggled to get out which further shook her breasts. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This prayer thing seems to work.
Her smooth round breasts were shaking slightly as she moved around. Her full tits were neither big nor small, but clearly, an amazing handful. Her nipples jutted out, wanting to be given attention. She finally got it over her head with a mess of her hair falling over her face. She laughed as she ran a hand through it, easily pushing it back.
I groaned, imagining it was my hand effectively pulling her head back taut while I… Nope, I can’t be thinking any of this. She is my student for the next couple of months, and I am her teacher. Her teacher that is not attracted to her. Her teacher that absolutely, completely did not want to fuck her.
How many times do I have to repeat this to myself for it to be true?
She moved on to her skirt by pushing it down her shapely legs that matched the rest of her figure. She came up to my shoulders, which made her pretty small. She stepped out of her skirt and stood up revealing her gorgeous ass cheeks. I leaned back in my seat and took a breath, otherwise, I would have died from the wonderful sight right then and there.
Her luscious ass jiggled as she reached over for the dress shirt she was putting on. I almost raised my hand and waved goodbye to the most gorgeous pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. But I didn’t, because that would be ridiculous, obviously…
I moved my head to get a better glance when the chair suddenly started creaking, she whipped her head in my direction, and I quickly turned my head down to seem as if I was on my phone.
Fuck, I think she caught me.
What am I going to do? What could I do? I can see it now “Pervy teacher caught spying on student. Tune in for more on the 5 o’clock news”. For the rest of the couple of minutes she was in there, I kept my head down.
The door creaked open and I raised my head to take a look at her. She was wearing a classic black suit that made her look distinguished with… what looks like a real tie. I nodded my head at her, she made herself look presentable in only a couple of minutes.
“So, what do you think? I clean up nice, don’t you think,” She said, giving me a little spin.
I doubted she wanted to hear my real opinion on how nice she looked, so I nodded again.
She didn’t seem to know I was staring at her.
“Very nice, Diana,” I said, and she grinned at me.
“Thank you, Mr. Anderson. For the compliment and for letting me use your office. I have to go now. Bye,” She waved at me, and I waved back.
When she walked out, I released a breath I didn’t know I had been holding. I leaned backward in my chair with my head hung back. I ran my hand down my face and sighed. Good to know I wouldn’t be on the news tonight. If only it was a ploy to try to fuck me. I shook my head and sat up. Now’s no time to be thinking about all that, I still have papers to grade.
“You have to make sure you are-” My words were cut off from sudden laughter. To my surprise, it was from Diana. She looked as shocked as I did.
“Something funny?” I asked with a frown.
“No, sorry Mr. Anderson,” She said as the boy beside her tried hard to conceal his laughter, but I could see it and so could the rest of the class. She kicked him to shut him up.
I clenched my jaw, my face contorted into a scowl, and I continued with the lesson. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Diana and Jake continued to talk. Nothing loud, just occasional whispers.
She’s been talking to him ever since she walked into class. She was frowning and had concern written all over her face at the beginning of class, but that seems to have gone away. I’m not her boyfriend, so it wasn’t jealousy, but I thought she thought my class was interesting enough not to talk during it.
“Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, make sure the sites are credible. Don’t give me Wikipedia, Reddit, etc. Alright?” I got a collective tired ‘hmm’ from the class.
When Anadolu Yakası Escort the bell rang, I dismissed everyone and called them up to the front of class.
“What was so important for you two to be unable to stop talking during my class?” I asked sternly. I had nothing against Jake, he was also a good student. Which is why I was struggling to understand what was going on.
“It was nothing important. Sorry, Mr. Anderson,” They turned to leave, thinking it was over.
“I’m going to have to give you both detention.” Her eyebrows rose in shock.
“Detention? You called us out once, and we stopped being loud. I distinctly remember that you did the same to 4 other students, yet they aren’t getting detention. Why are we?” Diana scowled.
“You continued to talk the rest of the lesson.”
“We were whispering for like 2 minutes then we paid attention,” Jake chimed in.
“Then you can have double the amount of detention,” I quickly answered. Diana scoffed, her face growing angrier.
“He didn’t even do anything. I started talking to him,” She said, protecting her friend.
“Then you can have his detention.”
“Fine,” She glared at me, and grabbed Jake’s hand pulling him out of the room.
I might… I might have fucked up.
That was childish of me.
I just wanted to teach a lesson, and it got out of hand. It went too far and I couldn’t stop it then, so I had to go through with it. She was right. There were other students that were far more disruptive, and they did apologize which seemed genuine.
Even though she looks extremely beautiful with a slightly red tint while angry, I can’t give her detention. She’s human and could have actually been talking about something important with her friend.
I have to apologize.
If you were just looking at the way she walked you would not have been able to tell she was upset. She wasn’t stomping, walking too quickly, or kicking her feet. Just nice normal strides. However, then you looked up at her face and noticed the absolute anger etched onto it. When she walked into my class that same day for detention, I wasn’t met with the same usual soft smile, but a narrowing of eyes that she was clearly trying to hide but failed.
If the words “if looks could kill” ever became true… I don’t want to imagine that.
She took a seat in the middle row, reached down, and pulled out some homework. Because of course she would do her homework. Such a diligent young woman. A very good girl. And I gave her detention. Like a jackass. I could feel the guilt creeping in. She is an incredibly smart student who has worked hard for a good academic record. Yeah, she’s pissed at having a record like that fucked because of me.
Or so she thinks is fucked.
I haven’t admitted it to her yet, but I never actually put it into the school system that she has detention. I should go tell her…in a couple minutes when she has cooled down and stopped angrily writing.
I didn’t want to admit that as soon as she walked in with her sexy plump lips pursed into a frown, ample tits moving in her shirt, and her round ass had gotten me an instant erection.
So, I waited a couple minutes.
I stood up and grabbed the outer layer of my jacket to straighten it. I sauntered toward her desk and took a seat in front of her.
“Diana,” She looked up and smiled at me, menacingly.
“I’m sorry I gave you detention,” She raised an eyebrow.
“I know, weird, teachers don’t usually apologize, but you deserve one as well as an explanation. You and Jake are one the best students in my class. If you guys don’t pay attention then I may as well have lost all credibility. Which, if you haven’t noticed, I need, seeing as most of the students think of me as their friend, since we’re so close in age. I wanted to stand my ground and gain a little respect. Obviously, in hindsight, wrong time. So, do you forgive me?” I asked after clearly throwing all dignity out of the window. But I wanted to be an adult about it.
“Well, if you say all that then I have to. Ok, fine. I forgive you. But it was definitely a dick move, Mr. Anderson,” Her lips curled up into a smile.
“Diana,” I reprimanded, jokingly. Her small smile turned into a bigger one.
“I just wish you hadn’t decided to still give me detention,” There we go, now we’re getting to the good part. I grinned at her.
“Actually, I didn’t give you detention. At least not officially. It’s not on your record because I didn’t put it into the system,” She nodded, and looked impressed.
“Thanks, Mr. Anderson,” She leaned forward, causing her breasts to be bunched up and look bigger. I quickly looked back in her eyes, instead of ogling her. I cleared my throat.
“Uh, if you don’t have a ride home till later, do you want to help me grade papers?” I asked while looking over at my desk. She didn’t seem to notice that it was because of her.
“Yeah, sure. Oh right, here I forgot to turn it in at the end of class,” She handed İstanbul Escort me her paper for the class. It was titled, Can You See Me, and with a quick glance seemed nicely written, as expected.
I walked her over to my office in the front of the room, and we went inside. She took a seat right next to me at the desk. Opening a drawer, I reached in for a stack of ungraded assignments for her.
“Here is a stack. Just correct any spelling errors, and anything that is incorrect.” She nodded at me and got to work. She suddenly looked up.
“Are you going to read my paper now?”
“Yes, unless you don’t want me to. I understand it was supposed to be about an uncomfortable subject.”
“Uh… you can,” She said, her cheeks turning pink. “If you want,” She later added, while shrugging.
“I always want to when it’s your work, Diana,” I smiled at her, and she gave a shy one back. Unusual for her, she is not someone who is shy about anything.
I could tell when she wrote a paper about female sexuality, and why it has to be studied and researched more than it is. Something that would have others cringing because, oh my god sex, she spoke about confidently. It was impressive.
I started to read her paper, and it puzzled me. She wrote about an authority figure in her life that she felt attracted to, but it was forbidden because they could both get into trouble. She never names the figure, tells their gender, or even explains in what way the figure has authority over her.
She talked about the lust she felt, and how she hoped they would notice her. She was constantly learning something new from them. Even though she didn’t describe them, it felt like it was talking about me, to me. She drew a clear picture without using any descriptors, and it seems she drew me.
I ran my fingers through my hair, and quickly looked over to her. Her face was scrunched up as she marked another student’s paper. She was far too absorbed to notice me staring.
She is clearly very talented and did a great job at writing the paper. I want to press her on it, but the point of the assignment isn’t to make anyone feel bad.
I reread her paper again and began to grow hard. I could almost imagine her narrating what’s being written.
My skin prickled every time our eyes met. I wanted it to mean something, I always did. Usually that they were thinking about me in that special way I do every night before bed. But that’s wishful thinking, it always is.
My dick throbbed as every word I read shot straight to it.
I hope she’s talking about me.
I scooted closer to my desk, pulling papers off of the table onto my lap, so she didn’t notice my pants stretching to its limit.
“I’m done with this stack. Do you have something else for me?” My mind immediately went to all of the things she could do for me. God, so many things.
“Uh, yeah. Those papers over there need to be corrected,” I gestured to the papers at the end of my desk. “I just need to ask you something,” She looked over at me, with those disarming eyes.
“Your paper… Can I ask who- actually what inspired you?” I asked, changing my mind at the last second from asking her who it was about.
“Well, Mr. Anderson, you said taboo and forbidden. I liked them for a while, and decided it was going to be a great topic. It was fun to write.” She turned toward me.
“Liked?” My brows furrowed, and my shoulders deflated a bit.
“Yeah, until they did something that pissed me off.”
We stared at each other for a second.
“What did they do?” I asked, the room starting to fill with tension.
She nibbled on her bottom lip before speaking again. “Abused their power.”
I pursed my lips. I mean… she’s not wrong.
“Hmm. Right. I could see why you would be mad about that,” I answered. She rolled her eyes and ran her hand through her hair.
“You know it’s about you, right?”
“I didn’t want to assume.” I smiled.
“You know… I still like you, right?” She licked her bottom lip and looked at me with her eyes burning. With what? I don’t know…yet.
“I hoped you did.”
She suddenly got up and started towards me, staring me dead in the eyes.
“Hoped?” She asked in the same manner I did before.
“I was surprised after reading your essay because it is exactly how I feel about you. So, yes, I hoped you still felt the same way,” She looked down at the stack of papers, and back at me.
“Like you said, you’re not that much older than us. Half of the students in your class have a crush on you,” I tilted my head in shock.
“Do you need this right now, Mr. Anderson?” She asked, ignoring my question.
“Uh,” She moved it anyway, and saw the bulge that had not yet gone away.
Biting her lip, her eyes widened in surprise.
“I thought I saw wrong.”
I stood up quickly. I guess she did notice.
“It’s definitely not what you think, Diana,” I blurted out. I don’t know if I have any face to save, but I should probably try.
“How do you know what I think?” She challenged, and I smiled in return.
“I thought you didn’t want to assume?” She questioned.
“All right then tell me.”
She tilted her head up and stared for a second then leaned up on the tips of her toes and kissed me.
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