Page 54 of The Teacher

“You think you’re so cool for getting them to memorize that speech even after I said they couldn’t. You think you’re so cool that you can bribe teenage boys into learning, don’t you?”

I nod. “Yeah, pretty much,” I reply, flicking my hair back nonchalantly. I sit down on the table next to hers, my legs swinging. “I think I’m pretty cool, and even you have to admit I’ll make a great teacher.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“Yes, I would.”

“No, you so wouldn’t, and even if your students did pass the exams, it’ll only be because you bribed each of them with a new car.”

“Maybe. If it works,” I reply. I flick my hand around the room. “Remember when we used to be in this classroom at their age?”

Sandy lowers her face and smiles. She’s blushing. “Yeah, this same classroom. It’s so strange. Doesn’t it feel like a million years ago?”

I lean over and take her hand, pulling her to her feet. I stand up as well.

“Remember back in those days when we would sneak in here after school, just like now?”

“Of course,” she replies with a nervous smile.

“We would make out passionately in here and always be super worried about the janitor bursting in. We’d always been on the lookout for his footsteps approaching.”

Sandy takes a step back so that she’s up against the wall. “You mean before you slept with my best friend?”

Oh, she’s tough.

“Remember how we did some pretty crazy things in here? Some wild things in here after school?”

Sandy bits her lower lip. Her eyes scan my body up and down. She leans back against the wall, and I know she’s remembering how I used to touch her in here. I am. The way my hands could make her whole body shake. Yeah, she remembers that, well at least her pussy does. “Oh, Skipper, I’ve completely forgotten what you’re talking about, what wild things did we use to do in here? Remind me.”

She’s breathless, lost in the fantasy, and so am I. Those things we used to do in here, I want to repeat them now. Under my suit, my cock is hard, and her body is hot so close to mine.

I want to fuck her so bad.

This is my cue. I take a step forward so that we’re so close. I practically have her pinned against the wall, but Sandy loves it. Her breathing is fast and shallow. Her pupils are dilated. Her cheeks flushed. She slowly parts her lips open and leans towards me like she wants to drink me in. Like she’s inhaling me. I lift my arms up and pin her hands against the wall. She doesn’t struggle against my grip.

She wants this.

She wants me.

Fucking finally.

“Crazy things like this,” I whisper as my face inches closer to hers. Her full lips are wet, I can almost taste them.

Our lips meet. Our faces collide.

And then we’re kissing.

18

SANDY

Skipper kisses me.

And I kiss back.

His mouth is soft against mine, but he’s so hungry for me. He tastes sweet. His designer stubble scratches against my chin but I love the rough feel against my skin. I love how it makes me fully understand I’m kissing a real man. They say that kissing feels like melting, and with Skipper Deep it really does. My body collapses into his muscular frame. His strength makes me go weak. I give in to him and his commanding power.

I can’t hold myself back any longer.