Page 56 of The Teacher

“I’ve been dreaming about this for so long,” he says.

“Me too,” I reply. “I’ve woken up thinking of you, being wet for you.”

“And did you touch yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Thinking of me?”

“Yes.”

“You naughty girl, you really need to be punished for those bad thoughts.”

And then he’s standing, tearing open a condom packet.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he says with that intense gaze of unfiltered desire in his eyes. “I’m going to use you, Sandy. I’m going to fuck you.”

And he does. His cock enters me, and I go wild. My eyes roll back, and my body screams in pleasure. My heart thuds in my chest as he pounds into me, thrusting with enough strength I’m worried about breaking in half. But I don’t, and Skipper continues to fuck me with all his physical force. Our eyes meet and then he leans over and is kissing me in one quick move. He takes my lower lip between his teeth and hangs on as he thrusts over and over into me again until he starts to shake.

His cock inside my twitches and he unloads, calling out my name in a grunt as he does so.

“Sandy.”

I moan as he collapses on top of me, panting.

Fuck me.

That was incredible.

I can hardly breathe.

“You really forgot about this?” Skipper whispers into my ear.

I shake my head. “How could I ever forget about this?”

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SANDY

Skipper covers my mouth and hushes me quiet.

“Wait,” he whispers. “Can you hear that?”

His warm palm still covers my mouth. It would be kind of comical if I was looking at this situation from an outsider’s perspective. We’re both half-dressed standing in my school classroom with Skipper holding me quiet with his palm. I want to laugh, but Skipper doesn’t find it funny, even though his pants are tied around his knees.

We wait a few moments. Skipper closes his eyes, intently listening.

Nothing.

No sound.

He sighs and lets go of my mouth.

“Why did you do that for?” I ask, bending over to continue dressing myself. He was being pretty rude.

Skipper shrugs. “I thought I heard somebody outside the door. The janitor, I think. But clearly not.”

I snort. “The janitor?”