One time the nut followed me home just as my buddy Titan showed up to visit. Titan is a three-hundred pound six-foot-six marine. We hugged as brothers of war do while she was stalking me outside. I saw her, so when Titan walked past me into the house, I swatted his ass. It was a fucked up thing I had to explain to him, but afterward he laughed that shit off and said to fucking make it count next time. Fucking asshole. Since then everyone at work thought I was a closet homo. That was cool. It kept the office whore away from me for the most part. Somehow, she still thought she might be able to convert me.
“Jake. Welcome. You’re the last one to join us.” The principal then addressed the whole staff. “All I have to say is that we have two months left. Hang in there. I know it’s strange, but we have a last minute transfer. She’s a senior, and her name is Kaci Sterling. Be grateful you all don’t have anything to worry about with her. The girl is a brilliant student, despite being bounced around from school to school.”
“Yeah right. She probably cozied up with her teachers,” Shauna bitched.
“Shauna, not everyone is a class-A slut like you,” Todd Rhymes said.
“Did you hear that?” she complained to Principal Torres.
“Yes, I did, Ms. Holmes. I also heard you call one of the students promiscuous. So calm down or you’ll be finding yourself staying with the kids for detention this week. You know damn well there’ll be at least fifty kids there this week.”
He was right. A week off of school turned kids into little shits. I was that age once, so I got the shit. That was why I’d joined the marines when I finished high school. I needed some guidance.
The bell rang.
“Well, what the hell are all you still doing here? Those kids need to be taught something.”
Chapter 2—Kaci
OMG. My hot neighbor was a teacher at my new school. I saw him get into his car this morning. I even got a glimpse of him last night. I had been looking for my mother to come home when I saw him pull into his driveway. He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. Like super-hot. I was fangirling him like he was freaking Jared Leto. That guy was a rock star and actor, and my neighbor surpassed him. But when he jumped out of his car yesterday, he looked at our place with absolute disgust.
I didn’t blame him for that. We were a typical poor white trash family. It really wasn’t a family though, because I didn’t have a father. Just a long string of men my mother brought around to pay the bills. Every guy was a roll in the hay and a meal ticket. The man who had set us up in this house seemed to be more than the usual john. I hoped we’d stay here for another two months because fuck if I wanted to try starting over in a new school again. I’d had to transfer when we moved here, so I was stuck at a new school for a total of two months. I wouldn’t have enough time to properly catch up, and everyone’s college applications were already in, so I was stuck being surrounded by a bunch of strangers living for senior skip day, prom and graduation. I didn’t even care about the festivities of senior year. What for? I’d missed most of them, and I sure as hell couldn’t afford the rest.
The minute my mother dropped me off, I saw him behind us. I wanted to walk past his car, but I had no reason to. Instead, I ran into a guy I’d met as a freshman back at the first high school I attended. He was a really cute jock, but I was only hot for the teacher.
I gave Bryan a hug, then he slipped his arm around me as though the hug was some declaration that I was his. He stayed with me the whole way to the attendance office, but I brushed his arm off my shoulders once we got there. It seemed I wasn’t going to get rid of him that easily though. We had three of my five classes together.
The first class I walked into was with a bitchy teacher who seemed to have it in for me. I didn’t know what I’d done to piss off Professor Miniskirt, but she was hard on me from the start.
So at the end of class, I said, “Ms. Holmes, my mother has that same skirt.”
“Oh really? What does your mother do?”
“She’s an escort.” I walked out without turning back to see her reaction, but I felt the hot breath of her gasp and the cold glare of her stare on the back of my neck. It was time to move on to the next asshole teacher.
Two periods later, I saw him in the halls. He was about to go into the classroom I had to be in at the end of the day. Ms. Bitchy stopped him and brushed her hand on his arm, then she looked around his shoulder to glare at me.
My attraction to him must have been noticeable because she walked up to me and laughed. “It seems like you have two teachers you won’t be able to fuck your good grade out of. He’s gay.”
“I’m not a whore, but if I want lessons on how to get a man, it won’t be from a pathetic teacher like you. And by the way, I’ll be talking to the principal about what you just said to me.”
“It’s your word against mine. Try again, little miss.”
She was in for a surprise though, and I thought I would melt on the spot.
He cleared his throat. “Actually, Shauna, it’s ours against yours. I heard what you said, and if I was you, I’d be good and judge the girl fairly.”
I heard the sexy teacher speak, but I couldn’t make eye contact with him.
“Ms. Sterling, please move along. I don’t want you to get detention,” he said.
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered with my chin in my chest. My face had to be beet red, so I cut and ran the other way to my next class.
The next hour and twenty minutes flew by, and it was time for his class. I stepped into the room with Bryan on top of me again. The teacher looked toward the door just as we entered. Something about the look on his face sent a chill of desire coursing through me. My nipples became hard on a drop of a dime. Anyone who could see me would see that they were poking through my hoodie. Shit.
“Good afternoon class. Ms. Sterling?”
I stopped and looked directly at him.
“I’m Mr. Jacob Sloane. Welcome to History II. Unfortunately, you’ve arrived on quiz day, but do your best, and we’ll see what you know.”
“Thanks,” I said, this time meeting his eyes. It was a huge mistake—I almost drooled.
“Ha, teach, another one. The girls drop like flies around you, but Kaci here is my girl,” Bryan teased him.
I saw his jaw tighten, making him look even sexier.
“Kaci, sit next to me,” Bryan said, setting his bag by a desk.
I sat between him and the girl I’d met in the last class.
“It’s a pity, isn’t it?” Tania said.
I got to stare at the hot teacher. It wasn’t a pity at all. “What is?”
“He’s gay.”
“No.”
“Yes. The rumors have been going around the school for a very long time,” she said with a shrug.
“Oh well. He was off-limits anyway.”
Mr. Sloane held up his hands. “Okay, everyone, calm down. It’s time for the test. Take everything off your desk except for a pen or pencil.”
He started to pass out the papers, but I was focused on the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt. Mr. Sloane worked out. I bit back a groan and, without looking up, took the test he handed to me. Zipping up my sweater all the way, I tried to hide my racing heart. He moved along without a word.
I was losing it. Two months.
Chapter 3—Jake
“Yes, take it down deeper. Don’t bite me, Kaci. I’ll have to give you detention,” I grunted. Her tongue licked from my sack to the tip, and I almost shot my load. “Look at me while you suck it, baby girl. Damn, I’m going to need to give you extra assignments every day.”
I moaned, biting my lip as I watched her take my cock, her eyes never leaving mine. My cum was brimming at the tip, ready to empty between those beautiful pouty lips or even on those big breasts. Fuck, I broke the eye contact and threw my head back, closing my eyes and reaching for her ponytail. I used it to guide her head up and down on my cock. I wanted her to feel all of me. The second I felt the hum in the back of her throat, I was don
e.
“Ah, fuck,” I growled. “Swallow.”
That was the only warning she got before my body shook and my release shot through me. I let out a harsh breath and ran my hand across my face. She’d sucked me so good, I didn’t want her to get up.
I looked down at her as she sucked the last beads of cum from the tip, then she licked her fucking lips clean. She was mine. A keeper. Nothing could ever compare to what she just did.
“You’re mine. No one else’s,” I told her.
There wouldn’t be anyone else for either of us. I didn’t care if we had to carry on in secret for the next two months. She nodded just as I heard a knock on the door. I jumped from my chair, thinking we’d been caught already, but I must have been asleep.
The lovely new student wasn’t kneeling between my legs but tapping on my desk to get my attention. I’d fucking nodded off during class, fantasizing about my student. She dropped off her test then went back to her seat. After her, a trail of students put the assignment in the box on my desk. Thankfully, I was saved by the bell. Time to go do my duty as the detention teacher this week. Good—I’d treat it as punishment for me too.
“Mr. Sloane? Um, I’m sorry to disturb you,” she whispered as if she’d done something wrong.
She was too late to apologize. She disturbed me on sight. From the moment she’d walked in the classroom today, I knew I was in deep shit. She wore a light cotton hoodie with the sleeves half pushed up, showing off her slender wrists. The little hoodie did nothing to cover the large breasts it tried to contain, and it didn’t seem to keep her warm either. Her nipples popped right through her layers, and that didn’t go unnoticed by all the boys in the class. I wanted to tell her that sweaters weren’t allowed in class so I could get a better view, but then so would the rest of those punks. I coveted her like she was mine and mine alone. Yet all I knew about her was what her school record said. I was supposed to be her history teacher, not a fucking pervert eyeing her tits like my next meal, but something about her soft, nervous smile told me that all bets were off.
I regained my composure and asked, “What is it that you need, Miss…?” Shit, I was so lost in her eyes that I couldn’t remember her last name.
“It’s Sterling, Mr. Sloane. And well, I just got a whole list of assignments from the other teachers, so I was wondering if you have anything else for me?”
“No, not yet. I saw your grades from the last quarter at your old school, and you’ve got nothing to worry about. You had an A in History from your old school. Just try to follow along, and we can go from there,” I said.
I didn’t know why the rest of the staff needed to give her more work. Shauna had done it because she was a bitch, but everyone else surprised me. Half these little shits had already checked out for the year, and everything in her file said she was the best student around. Who gave a fuck if she did a month of homework or not?
“I also wanted to apologize for the interruption in class today.” Oh yeah, they got out of hand with her while I was trying to teach. Of course, Gloria who thought she was the most beautiful girl in school verbally attacked my lovely Kaci today. It took a full week for Gloria to finally lose her cool. Fucking teenagers. TGI motherfucking F.
“It’s not your fault that these boys are a sea of raging hormones,” I replied, hating that I was no better than them. With her, I felt like a teen again. Horny for a hole in the wall.
“Thanks, Mr. Sloane.” She just stood there, not saying a word, before looking at my desk.
When I followed her line of sight, I realized that I was fucking hard with a wet spot on my slacks. Fuck me.
“I’m really sorry to have disturbed you,” she said, obviously embarrassed, then rushed from the room.
I didn’t think it was possible for her to be more embarrassed than I was. Fuck. I sat back down and banged my head against the desk. “Get it together, Jake. She’s eighteen, but she’s your student. You can’t go there.”
At least it was Friday, and I could shake my lust over the weekend. I straightened up my desk and left for the day. There was no detention on Fridays because none of us wanted to stay, so I got to leave at the normal time. I had dinner with the parents tonight, so I had to make it out of here as fast as hell before my family got on me about being late from my shitty job. They hated that I was a teacher. We had money coming out the ass, so they thought I should have become something else. As if being a teacher was such a lowly occupation. Civic duty meant shit to my family if we got paid for it. Charity was great, but giving back anything more than money was a waste of their time.
My phone buzzed with a text from my father. Don’t forget to come on time. You know your mother hates when you are late.
Okay, Dr. Seuss. I’m on my way.
Thankfully, my brother and sister would be there. Ridley and Jules were always my buffers. Neither of them could do any wrong in my parents’ eyes, so they would distract them from my fuck-ups—as my parents called them. Going into the military was a big no for them, and becoming a teacher was even a bigger no. I’d only been doing it three years, but I was great at teaching. Well, except for this week. My reaction to my new student was the biggest mistake a teacher could make. I was Kaci’s authority figure. I shouldn’t be ready to nail her to my desk.
I shook off the image that popped into my head and got into my car.
Making it to my parents’ house on time so I wouldn’t have to hear my mother yap kept my mind off of Kaci. Surprisingly, I managed to get there in record time, heading down the 55 in rush hour traffic on a Friday. They lived just outside of Bolingbrook. Their mansion was a smaller version of the Chatsworth house in England. My mother loved that home, so my father had had this one built. For all their snobbery, it was surprising how much they loved each other.
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I managed to make it out of dinner without being disowned completely. Not that I needed their money anyway. With my grandparents’ gift on my twenty-fifth birthday, I didn’t have to work another day in my life.
It was storming hard when I pulled up to my house. Someone was standing outside under a tree. I could have sworn it was her, the little sexy school girl, but I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. It couldn’t be her—unless she was locked out. Damn, that would be a good thing.
“No, it wouldn’t,” I growled to myself.
I climbed out of my car with my umbrella open and stared at the soaking wet woman under the tree. It was her. Rushing to her, I called her name, and she looked at me in shock.
“Mr. Sloane,” she stuttered, shivering from the cold rain.
“Come on,” I said, taking her hand.
We shared the umbrella until we got under my porch. Deliberately not looking at her soaked body, I unlocked the door and let her in.
Chapter 4—Kaci
It was finally Friday; one of the longest weeks of my life. Every day after school, I’d wait for Mr. Sloane to pull into his driveway. I didn’t come out of the house though, because what would I say to him anyway? “Hey, Mr. Sloane. I dream about you fucking me on your desk. Care to make a girl’s dream come true?”
After today, I was going to have to figure out a way to excise him from my brain. I’d learned that he didn’t have detention duty today, so he’d be at his house sooner. That made seeing him in class harder. I sat in class, trying to stop the ache ravaging my body. The boy next to me kept staring at me, so I tried to focus on him instead.
That worked until Professor Sex snapped at the kid, “Mason, turn your head to the front and stop harassing our new student.”
“She’s hot,” Mason said. “And she promised to go on a date with me.”
I gasped because he was full of shit, and for some reason, I didn’t want Mr. Sloane to get the wrong idea. “I did not!”
“That’s because she’s got a date with me,” Bryan, who sat on the other side of me, said.
“Enough. Leave her alone. Sorry, Kaci, but these boys don’t know how to act around pretty girls.”
“She’s not pretty,” Gloria, that snotty bitch, said, and the entire class looked at her all funky. “What! It’s true!”
What a fucking bitch. Oh well, I’ll just focus on my fantasy husband calling me pretty.
Then there was the moment when I knocked on his desk… I’d save reliving that view for when I was going to sleep.
When I walked home, I hoped that he’d spot me walking and give me a ride, but he never passed by. About half a block from the house, the skies opened, and I was soaked in seconds. I ran to my house and searched for my keys to get in, but they weren’t in my flooded book bag. Shit. Where the fuck were they? I knocked, hoping that my mom was home already, but the van was gone, and no one answered after five minutes of pounding. I was going to call her, but my phone was missing too. I had a feeling it wasn’t an accident. One of those broads must have snuck into my bag. I hated being the new girl, but when your mom can’t keep a job, you have to move. This was my fourth school in the past two years.
There was no dry area around except next door on his porch, but how would it look if I was standing there waiting for Mr. Sloane to come back? So I stood under a tree, shielded from some of the cold rain. I waited three hours for my mother to come home, but she didn’t. I couldn’t believe that she was gone that long. I was just about to fall asleep standing when I saw his car pull into the parking spot in front of his house. It took him what seemed like forever to get out of the car, but when he realized I was under his tree, he grabbed my hand—sending my pulse skyrocketing and my pussy thumping—and took me into his house.
The moment the door closed, I felt as if the tension in the room could be cut with a knife or my hard as stone nipples. I was so cold I was shaking, and my body felt frozen.
He grumbled something about being nuts then dragged me over to the kitchen. “Stay put.” He marched away and ran up the stairs.
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