Bad Teacher

by Clarissa Wild

  One. By. One.

  Each plop adding more pleasure, flooding my body with chemicals that make me feel like I can fly.

  One more whack to the ass literally has me screaming out loud.

  “Yes, let it all out. Feel the orgasms I allow you to have. Over … and over again.”

  His fingers don’t stop touching me. My slit, my pussy, my clit. Twisting, turning, slipping, sliding. Everywhere. It’s driving me insane.

  Next thing I know, he shoves his cock into me.

  All the way.

  My lips part and an incredibly loud sighing moan slithers off my lips as he buries himself deep within me.

  “Fuck …” he whispers. “You’re so fucking wet and open for me.” He slaps my ass as he pulls out. “Perfect.”

  “Holy shit …” I mutter, which makes him laugh.

  He thrusts in again, this time even harder than before. “This pussy needed a good fucking, that’s all. That’s why you’ve been behaving so badly. You needed more of my cock, didn’t you?”

  “Yes …” I cry out when he spanks me again. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this insane, this consumed by someone.

  “Take it like a good girl then. Moan for me, Hailey. Let me hear how much you love this cock.”

  I moan for him, just like he asks. Not just because I love it, but also mostly because he tells me to.

  Listening to him and letting him take charge gives me a release I haven’t felt before.

  Inner peace.

  While being fucked like a whore.

  Jesus Christ.

  “Fuck yes,” he growls, holding onto my ass while fucking me raw. “This is my pussy now. Tell me whose pussy this is, Hailey.”

  “Yours, Sir,” I mewl.

  “My pussy. And I will take this pussy how?”

  “However you damn well please,” I answer.

  “Hmmm …” I can hear him smile. “Good girl. And you know what else? This pussy deserves all it gets.”

  “Yes, Sir. Please … fuck me.”

  “Are you that lusty, Hailey? So fucking turned on you’ll beg me to claim you?”

  “Yes, please, anything,” I moan.

  I don’t even know what I’m saying.

  What I’m thinking.

  I’m numb, completely numb and void of any feelings other than pure, erotic need.

  “This is what men fuck like, Hailey. And this man wants his pussy to come again,” he growls. “Do it!”

  WHACK!

  The sound of his palm striking my ass reverberates through the room. With both hands, he grasps the ropes around my wrists and uses them as a handle to plunge in even deeper.

  “Come. Now!”

  The rim of his cock grinds against my sweet spot. My eyes almost roll back as my toes curl up, and the orgasmic waves engulf my body yet again. I struggle to breathe as he pounds me into the mattress; my muscles contract around his length, feeling every vein pulse with desire.

  A loud howl, followed by a few thrusts, and he expels his seed into the condom inside me.

  Panting, he releases himself and me. I sink down onto the bed, my body dropping sideways as I succumb to the intense energy drain. Fuck. Me. I could honestly fall asleep right now. That’s how satiated I am.

  Thomas pulls off the condom and ties a knot in it, throwing it into the bin before he returns to me. With a satisfied look on his face, he sits down beside me on the bed and unties the rope around my wrists. I roll on my side as he goes to his cabinet again to take out some sort of cream, which he rubs all over my ass.

  “For the pain,” he says when I furrow my brows at him.

  When he’s done, I sit up straight and rub my lips while he cleans up all the stuff we used.

  I don’t know what to say. Everything feels awkward. Like we’re hanging in the middle of something undefined.

  “So …” he mumbles, sitting down next to me.

  “So …” I repeat and look at him. “I guess it’s not a good idea to be seen together.”

  He nods, staring at the wall. “For now.”

  “For now?” I say, smiling cheekily.

  “Yeah. If we’re going to do this more often, we have to be careful.”

  I grin, nodding too.

  “You’d like that?” he asks.

  “Yeah … I think so.”

  His fingers curl around my chin, and he turns my head toward him. “But I want you to always remember I am still your teacher. If anyone asks, we never did anything, and we’re not familiar with each other, other than being student and teacher. We didn’t kiss. We didn’t fuck. We never even touched.”

  “Gotcha.” I make an arrow with my index finger and thumb and point it at him. “Well”—I get up from the bed—“I guess it’s time for me to go then.”

  He just watches as I go back into the living room and collect all my clothes. It feels awkward with him leaning against the doorjamb. Somehow, he also managed to put on sweatpants while I wasn’t looking. Too bad. I kinda liked staring at his dick.

  Meow.

  I scream.

  “What the—” There’s a cat running through my legs, almost making me fall. Jesus Christ. There’s a cat. He has a cat?

  Thomas laughs. “Ninja, don’t scare her.”

  “You have a cat?” I say as if I didn’t already see it with my own fucking eyes. “Why didn’t I know that?”

  Thomas laughs as Ninja hides under the bed. “He likes to hide when I have visitors. Doesn’t like pussies he can’t have.”

  Shaking my head, I laugh and slap my forehead. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “What?” Thomas shrugs.

  “That’s gotta be one of the corniest jokes I’ve ever heard.”

  “Made you laugh.”

  I narrow my eyes at him but can’t help smile. “That cat’s probably just as much of a hermit as you are.”

  “Ha-ha. Very funny.” He picks up Ninja and pets him. “Ninja and I just share a special bond.”

  “The bond of not getting laid enough,” I retort.

  “The bond of always attracting pussy wherever we go,” he says. “I mean look what’s in my house right this very moment.”

  “And you both have gigantic balls,” I muse, watching him stroke the cat which raises its tail to expose some parts I’d rather not see.

  “And proud of it,” Thomas boasts.

  I roll my eyes and stop fueling the fire by keeping my mouth shut. I put on my shoes and brush my fingers through my hair. Then I turn around. “So … I’ll see you later then?”

  “Um …” He points at my neck. “You put your dress on backward.”

  My eyes widen, and my cheeks turn red as I notice the little tag sitting just below my collarbone. How could I mess this up? Fuck, I’m stupid.

  “The cat distracted me,” I say.

  He laughs as I hurry to take the dress off and on again, suddenly very conscious of the fact that I’m undressing in front of him. Again. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to his penetrating gaze. It’s like he fucks me with just his eyes. As if he still hasn’t gotten enough. Will he ever?

  Will I ever have enough?

  So many questions I don’t know the answer to.

  All I know is that I don’t want it to end … yet.

  I bite my lip and say, “Um … Thanks. I guess. See you in class.”

  I turn around and walk toward the door when he interrupts me again. “Hailey … I’m going to make an appointment with the doctor for both of us. To get tested. I don’t expect anything to show up, but I just want to make sure.”

  “Why?” I ask, my hand resting on the door handle.

  “So I can fuck you bare. No condom.”

  That comment returns the heat to my body.

  “I’ll be expecting you to show up if you want this little thing we have to continue,” he says.

  I glance at him over my shoulder. “I’d like that.”

  His eyes narrow, but his tipping lip reveals a hidden smile. “Between
the two of us … I don’t think we could quit. Even if we wanted to.”

  I grin. “Touché.” I turn around again but then hesitate. “Before I go … I just want you to know, I’m not some hooker you can just call up to get laid.”

  “Of course, not,” he says.

  “I have feelings too.”

  “I know,” he says, taking a deep breath.

  I lick my lips then ask, “Do you promise not to shove me aside again?”

  His brows draw together, and he purses his lips. “I …”

  “Don’t tell me something you don’t want to say,” I interject. “I want the truth.”

  “I won’t do it as easily as I did before,” he says.

  “You’d better not because I won’t be as easy to win back either.” I smile at him and then turn my head away, determined not to let him get to me.

  Even though he already has.

  Because who am I kidding? I’m already head over heels … and I know my crush is also doomed to fail.

  But that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream.

  Right?

  Chapter 16

  Hailey

  I come home in the middle of the night.

  Lesley is fast asleep, snoring her way through what looks like raunchy dreams, judging by the amount of drool on her pillow. She moans a little when I close the door. I chuckle to myself as I take off my clothes and hop into bed. The moment my head touches the pillow, she groans again.

  “You’re back …” she mutters.

  “Hmm. Just go to sleep.”

  “You were with him, weren’t you?” Her voice suddenly sounds much more awake than usual.

  I hesitate to answer, fearing the worst. “Yeah.”

  “Please tell me you're careful. And safe.”

  I thought she was gonna scold me. I didn’t expect her to actually worry. Not that she needs to, but it feels nice to know she cares so much.

  I turn my head toward her. “Of course.”

  She smiles at me, but I can definitely see the troubled look she’s trying to hide. “Don’t let him hurt you.”

  “He’d never touch me that way,” I reassure her.

  “I mean your heart,” she says. “He’s your teacher, after all.”

  She’s really worried about me, even though she doesn’t need to be. But I understand. We’re best friends after all, and best friends take care of each other. Even when one of them doesn’t wanna hear it.

  I nod. “I know.”

  She turns around and falls back to sleep again, but I’m still wide-awake.

  My stomach churns with uncertainty.

  She’s right. He is my teacher. Is it wrong to fall for a guy like him? Is it doomed to fail?

  I sigh and close my eyes.

  Only one way to find out.

  ***

  Thomas

  That night

  I lie in bed, awake, unable to sleep.

  I keep thinking about Hailey.

  About our fun time together, and about how excited she makes me.

  I smile to myself, wondering what she’ll wear tomorrow.

  If I can make her blush with just a few words.

  The color of her cheeks entices me.

  But most of all, she provides me with a means to escape.

  To fantasize and dream about something naughty and nice … instead of wallowing in my own misery.

  Reluctantly, I close my eyes, hoping sleep comes soon so I don’t have to lie awake all night as I often do. Hoping that, when it does finally come, it’ll be gentle and smooth.

  But I know that’s only a lie I tell myself to fall asleep easier.

  Tonight is no different.

  In my dreams, it’s morning, and I’m not in my apartment anymore. I’m in a place I used to call home. A place that’s long gone, and now only exists in my memories.

  The sun is shining brightly, a warm glow on my skin as I get out of bed. I walk into the living room and am greeted by the smell of buns roasting in the oven … or rather, burning.

  Frowning, I check the stove. Black smoke fills the room as I open the door and take out the tray of burned buns, completely crisp and inedible. I throw the entire pan in the sink and cool it down while blowing away the smoke, and I open the windows to let it escape.

  Strange.

  Why would she put something in the oven and leave?

  I call out her name, but there’s no response.

  I check all the other rooms, but she’s nowhere to be found.

  Until I come to the bathroom.

  It’s locked.

  I knock. Three times. No response. I call out her name again. No response, even though I know she’s in there.

  Panic makes me shove my shoulder into the wood. Again and again, until it cracks and my muscles ache. When the lock breaks, I slam it open and rush into the bathroom …

  Only to find her resting in the tub.

  Her head is underwater.

  Her body is cold and white as snow.

  I grab her body and pull her from the water, dragging her out of the tub and into my arms. My clothes are getting soaked, but none of that matters because all I can think of is how I can make her breathe.

  I clasp my hands and press on her chest a few times, repeating the movement until suddenly she bursts into coughs. Water spills from her mouth. I breathe a sigh of relief and help her cough out the rest by holding her head so she doesn’t swallow it back.

  Tears well in my eyes at the sight of her.

  Her eyes are watery. Empty. And the first thing that finally floods back into her isn’t life. It’s guilt.

  Her hand lifts to meet my face, and I lean into her palm. Cradling her in my arms, I sniff and let the tears run. She’s alive. She’s here.

  Still.

  For now.

  This is how it always goes.

  How my dreams turn into nightmares and wake me up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat.

  But this time, I don’t stop the dream.

  I don’t will it to end.

  I just sit here in my dream world and let it all go.

  Just like she did.

  ***

  A few days later

  During the day, I ignore whatever happened in my nightmares. I push them away into the deepest corner of my mind because I don’t want to think about them. It’s the only way I can stay sane.

  What I do want to think about is that girl … Hailey.

  Every time I see her in class, I can’t take my eyes off her.

  Or my fucking filthy mind.

  I imagine her naked in my bed, in my arms under the shower, fucking her in every way possible, showing her all the good in life. Sex. Lots of sex. I can’t have enough.

  I think she noticed too. She keeps smiling at me funnily, and I can’t help smile back as if we’re sharing a private joke. It always happens after I fuck her. It’s like she knows I can’t get enough of her.

  I can’t hide my attraction well.

  God, I thought I knew what I was doing. That I was capable of keeping my feelings at bay, but I’m not.

  Lately, I’ve been having these visions of us actually doing normal things. Like going to the movies, going out for dinner, or taking her on a fucking boat ride. Jesus, I’ve even thought of having a picnic and a fucking frolic in the grass. I don’t fucking picnic or frolic.

  But strangely, I’d do it for her, and I don’t even fucking know why.

  In the dark, I fuck the girl who so desperately wants my attention.

  But in the light … I smile for her.

  I want to see her happy.

  For some reason, I want to get to know that girl I take home every now and then. That girl who hides her baggage behind vibrant clothes and bright red hair. It’s as if she screams ‘stay away from me,’ but it only makes me want to come closer.

  Something about her feels so familiar … like something I can connect to.

  And I rarely ever connect with anyone other than myself.


  Or my cat.

  No one comes close to my cat.

  We have a connection on an otherworldly scale.

  When class ends, all I wanna do is go over to her and kiss her, but that wouldn’t be appropriate. All those other girls would get jealous of her, and we don’t want that to happen.

  So I text her on her cell, telling her to meet me at a park far away from the campus. I see her glance at me, a wicked smile forming on her face, and then she leaves. I go to her table and touch the wood, smelling my fingers afterward. I’m not crazy. I can actually smell her scent. Or maybe I am crazy. Addicted. Lost.

  Or all of them at the same time.

  This isn’t good for her or me, but I can’t stop.

  So I go after her, to the place we agreed to meet.

  I find her standing against a tree in the park that’s rarely visited by students. A perfect place to meet unseen. Except for the fact that she’s smoking.

  She greets me with a smile, but I snatch the cigarette from her hand, throw it on the ground, and rub it out with my foot.

  “Why’d you do that?” she snarls, placing her hand against her waistline.

  “You shouldn’t smoke,” I say. “It’s bad for you.”

  “Oh.” Her hand drops, and she looks a bit befuddled. “Well, I’m not a kid. I can take care of myself.”

  “I can see that,” I muse, raising a brow.

  She sighs and rolls her eyes, but her lips still curl up into a tentative smile. I grab her chin and lift it gently, giving her a charming smile. “I don’t want you to die early.”

  “Gee, thanks,” she retorts.

  “I mean it.”

  She licks her lips and looks down at the ground. “I know.”

  “Promise me you’ll stop,” I say, trying to get her to look at me by lowering my head to her level. “Don’t smoke.”

  “I can’t …”

  “Do it for me?” I cock my head. “I’ll give you a kiss every day you manage to keep it up.”

  I know it sounds corny, but it makes her laugh a little, so my job’s accomplished.

  “Fine.”

  “Good girl.” I give her a quick peck on the forehead, making sure no one’s looking.