Hot For Teacher

by Anthology

We pulled up next to this hot brunette and asked where the real party was. She pointed and told us that behind the church is where Omecha Delle’s building was.

  A few minutes later we parked in the lot across from the building, in the very last parking spot.

  Chris and I walked up to the door, and somehow managed to lose my brother in the process.

  “Chris, did you see where Zeke went?”

  “Nope.”

  “Oh, well. I know he’s here somewhere.”

  We could hear the music thumping through the door and once Chris turned the handle we couldn’t believe how live it was inside.

  Colorful strobe lights filled the air, swirling all over the dimly lit room. Girls were dancing to the techno beat on top of tables, bodies were pressed up against the wall, and it definitely looked like a great time.

  I tapped one of the jocks on the shoulder and asked where the drinks were. “They’re over there,” he shouted as he pointed to a table near the DJ booth. “But if you really wanna party, come back and see me. My name’s Fred.”

  “Thanks.”

  As soon as Chris and I filled our red plastic cups up, I felt a vibration in my pocket.

  Blondie: I’m here, where r u?

  Me: Next to the DJ booth.

  Blondie: K. Coming 2 u.

  If I played my cards right, she’d be coming for me.

  ***

  Zeke

  I wasn’t ready to go inside yet so I decided to take a stroll around the campus grounds. It was only nine o’clock and a few people were already passed out on the lawn.

  I didn’t drink often, but being half Irish, I could definitely hold my liquor.

  Huge brick buildings surrounded me as I walked further down the stone path. It was refreshing at first to be out here, but then it became downright lonely.

  I turned around and headed back down the path until I saw huge Greek letters on the front of the party building.

  I went inside and saw Zach and his new girlfriend of the month laughing in front of the DJ booth.

  Four huge kegs were on the table beside them with a huge stack of plastic cups. I walked over and poured myself a drink. The liquid came out fast and cold and the froth quickly rose to the top. I quickly chugged it back and poured another cup.

  “Slow down there, tiger,” I heard behind me.

  I turned around to see a girl with a pink Mohawk, fish net stockings, and a black dress. “I’ll be fine,” I responded.

  “My name is Amanda, what’s yours?”

  “Zeke, nice to meet you, Amanda.”

  “You, too. You’re not from around here, are you?” she yelled into my ear.

  “Nope,” I said pouring my third cup. “Would you like a cup?”

  “Sure, I hope I can catch up to you.”

  I poured her a cup and handed it to her, then refilled mine for the fourth time. The music seemed to get louder and louder and I felt myself starting to loosen up a bit.

  Amanda and I hung out around the keg for most of the night. After my tenth cup, I excused myself to try and find the bathroom.

  After I finished, I came back out and bumped into a girl on the way out the door. “Sorry,” I slurred.

  “It’s ok…” She was unable to finish her sentence once she saw my face.

  “Max? What are you doing here?”

  “I could ask you the same thing.”

  “I needed…needed.”

  “Zeke, are you okay?”

  “I…don’t…know.”

  She put my arm over her shoulder and helped me outside. She led me to a bench behind the frat house. “Max, I’m fine, really. Just let me go. You don’t have to babysit me, I’m sure your perfect man is inside waiting for you.”

  “Zeke, stop. No one is inside waiting for me.”

  “Then why are you here?”

  “My sister told me about the party. I needed to relax anyway.”

  “Oh, you two friends again?” I slurred.

  “Kinda.”

  “Oh, well that’s nice. Can I go back inside now?”

  “No, I think you’ve had quite enough.” She helped me off the bench and down a small path to a black car.

  I ripped myself from her grasp. “I don’t want to leave!”

  “Zeke, have you eaten anything today?”

  “No.”

  “Then come with me. I promise once you’ve eaten I’ll bring you back.”

  “Whatever,” I mumbled as I slid inside the passenger seat of her car.

  We pulled up to Jake and Charli’s and went through the drive-thru. She ordered us a few burgers, fries, and a couple of sodas. She insisted on paying for everything, and then pulled into an empty slot so we could eat.

  I was still feeling dizzy and devoured two burgers. “See? I knew you were hungry, Zeke.”

  I tried not to say much to her because I was trying to hold back as much emotion as I could. “Thanks for the meal.”

  “You’re welcome. Are you ready to go back now?”

  I was starting to sober up and told her that I didn’t want to go back. So she said she’d take us to her place, which wasn’t far from the burger joint.

  “I’m only taking you here because I will be able to keep an eye on you. I’m sure your mother wouldn’t be too thrilled about you being drunk right now.”

  We were in front of a huge brick complex with the number seven over the entry way window. She unlocked the door and the smell of old cat piss and onions filled the hall. “Please excuse the smell, we’re going to the third floor.”

  We reached her apartment, number 1017 and she unlocked the door. We went inside and it was pitch black. She led me to the couch and flipped on the light switch behind it. She handed me the remote and went to grab something out of the fridge.

  The room was still partially spinning and it was hard to focus on what the place actually looked like.

  “My sister is still out, but I’m sure she’ll be back with her date later.”

  She joined me on the couch and handed me a cold bottle of water. I tried to focus on her face and it was—beautiful.

  It was so hard to look away. “Max-” I tried to speak but she placed her soft finger over my lips to quiet me, then leaned over and kissed them.

  In shock, I pulled back and touched my lips, hoping this wasn’t a dream. I felt my erection push against my zipper and knew it was real.

  She shoved me back and slowly mounted me. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” she said before kissing me again.

  I opened my mouth, granting her full access. I didn’t have any condoms with me at the moment and I didn’t feel right going any further without one, buzzed or not.

  ***

  Zach

  I’d lost count of how many drinks Amber and I had. When she was drunk, she became a completely different person. A touchy-feely kind of different. She told me that her sister’s place was nearby and that we could crash there for the night.

  I ditched Chris, who’d had been too busy drinking with another girl all night and caught a cab to Amber’s.

  Once inside, I saw the TV on and whoever her sister was, she had company with her on the couch and they were both asleep.

  Amber’s room was right behind the door and she pulled me in and shut it behind us. She turned on the TV so we’d have just enough light to see.

  My cock had been throbbing all night and I was ready to relieve it. She ripped her top off over her head and unhooked her bra. Her full breasts sprung free and I immediately reached out to grab one.

  After feeling her soft flesh, I pushed her back on the bed. Her blonde hair splayed everywhere and I quickly mounted her. I kissed the side of her neck, then her lips, and then pulled one of her nipples into my mouth.

  She had on a short skirt, so I traced the top of her thigh with my fingers and felt the heat from in between.

  I slipped a finger underneath her panties and rubbed her clit. She was soaking wet, which allowed me to push two fingers deep inside of h
er.

  I made sure she was ready before I grabbed the condom out of my back pocket and ripped it open. She slid her panties to the floor and then tried to unbutton my pants. I pushed her hands off and stood up, removing my pants and sliding the rubber over my pulsing cock.

  I climbed back in between her legs and slowly guided the tip of my cock inside of her. She started moaning before I fully entered her opening.

  She was so tight I made sure to take my time with her.

  ***

  The next morning, she offered to make me breakfast, and I accepted. We opened the door and heard the sound of pots sizzling, in the kitchen. I heard a familiar sounding laugh as we entered the hallway to the kitchen and there he was.

  “Zeke?” I said.

  “Zach!” he said as he dropped his fork onto the floor.

  “Holy shit, Ms. Sheppard? Wow, just—are you two together?” I asked but neither of them responded.

  TO BE CONTINUED…

  Unwritten History

  By

  Missy Johnson

  &

  Carly Grey

  Copyright © 2013 Missy Johnson and Carly Grey

  All rights reserved

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  First Printing: October 2014

  Chapter One

  “Ms. Wilson, do I need to confiscate your phone again?”

  Laughter fills the classroom as my face heats up. I was sure with the way it was positioned in my lap underneath the desk he’d have no way of seeing it. I was wrong.

  “Sorry,” I mutter, my eyes on my desk.

  “Yeah, Jill. Stop looking up porn in class. Save that for when you’re at home. My window is opposite hers. You should see the kink she looks at,” he mumbles, and by ‘mumbles’ I mean says it in the loudest possible voice so that every person in the room can hear. Everyone laughs again, and I sink a little bit lower in my seat.

  That’s my neighbor Jamie, who, for whatever reason, takes every opportunity he can to make my life miserable. I have no idea why he hates me so much, and honestly I don’t really care. I’m over him and the rest of this damn place. I’m already counting down the days until we have to move again.

  “All right, enough.” Mr. Anderson takes charge and gets the class back under control, just as the final bell rings. “Jill, can I see you, please?”

  “See, I say the word porn and now Mr. A wants some alone time,” Jamie chuckles to his friends.

  I cringe, wishing I could crawl into a hole and die. God, I hope Mr. A doesn’t believe Jamie and his bullshit stories—though that would be how things go: the only person in school who I actually like is Mr. A.

  “Jamie, detention tomorrow afternoon for you. I’ll see you at four.”

  “What the fuck?” Jamie curses, slamming a chair out of his way. He scowls at me as he walks out the door. Of course his detention is my fault. I can’t deny the sense of satisfaction coursing through my veins.

  Slowly, I pack up my things and walk up to Mr. A’s desk. My heart is racing because I have no idea what he wants to talk to me about. I’m praying to god he doesn’t ask for my phone, because I don’t want anyone to see what I was looking at.

  No, you perve, it isn’t porn. I’d almost rather it was, though.

  “Jill,” he says, shaking his head. “Sometimes I wonder if you go out of your way to disrupt my class.”

  My mouth drops open. Is he serious?

  “I’ve no idea what you mean,” I protest. “All I was doing was checking if my mother was picking me up from school. I didn’t realize that was a capital offense.”

  “You know I can’t bend the rules for you even though you’re my top student.” He winks at me. “But relax. I didn’t ask you to stay back to punish you. I just need to keep my ‘take no bullshit’ attitude for them.” He nods toward the door, a smirk on his face.

  Wow. I’ve never heard the guy swear before. It almost makes him seem normal.

  In his defense, Mr. A is a pretty cool teacher for someone old enough to be my grandfather. As well as teaching Senior History, he is also the assistant principle, and has been for years. He is one of the very few teachers here who actually went here as a student. Now that’s dedication.

  “I’m sorry,” he winces. “I shouldn’t have sworn.”

  “I’m shocked to see that you’re human,” I tease.

  He smiles, his kind eyes softening. He makes me wish I had grandparents. I mean, everyone has grandparents—mine just died before I got the chance to meet them. Does he have any grandchildren? A photo of his three daughters sits on his desk. All look to be in their late twenties. He probably does.

  “Is your mother picking you up?” he asks, interrupting my thoughts.

  I nod, feeling bad about lying to him.

  “Then you better get going. And say hi to your mom for me too.”

  ***

  When I’m safely out of the building, I reach for my phone.

  Me: Sorry, work. Apparently they actually expect me to do things around here ;)

  Eli: How rude of them. Hope you told them where to go. So, can I call you tonight or not?

  Me: Not yet. I’m enjoying how mysterious all of this is. It’s pretty exciting.

  Eli: We’ve been chatting for nearly six months. Besides, if it’s excitement you’re after, you should see what I can do with my tongue ;)

  I clap my hand over my mouth to smother my laugh. He is such a dirty flirt. He’s right—we have been chatting for months now, but I’m still not ready to make whatever it is we have more than what it is.

  We met through an online dating site, when after way too much of my dad’s homemade whiskey—of which he has no idea I keep a bottle of stashed under my bed—I had the bright idea to set up a profile on a dating site.

  I was sick of being the new girl, which goes hand in hand with being lonely.

  With Dad’s job, we travel a lot, which means I’m never in one place long enough to develop friendships, let alone relationships. This school is the worst of them all. Everywhere else I’ve been able to fade into the background and do my thing, but Jamie and his minions have made it their mission to make my life hell.

  And I have no fucking idea why.

  Thanks to my drunken dating profile skills, Eli thinks I’m twenty-one, fresh out of college, working in an office with a passion for history. In reality, I’m seventeen—a whole eight years younger than he is—and I’m still in high school. At least the history part is true.

  I was surprised at how much attention my profile received. I woke the next morning to find my inbox full of emails from guys whose ages ranged from twenty right up to sixty-seven. Most were the same; you sound hot, want to meet for some casual sex but one stood out.

  Eli’s.

  His initial message was only a few lines long, but he caught my attention right away.

  How we’ve gone this long without my lies surfacing I have no idea. The only thing I’ve lied about is my age and career, but it doesn’t matter. Once he finds out I’ve been lying to him, I know our relationship will be over. I’m not ready for that to happen just yet because I really do like him. I look forward to his messages and emails. Thinking about him gets me through the day.

  It’s like everything doesn’t suck quite so much with him in my life.

  ***

  “I’m leaving for work, Jill,” Mom shouts up the stairs.

  I mumble a response and wait for the click of the front door and the sound of her driving off before I kick off my shoes, grab my Mac, and lie down on my bed
.

  I fire up my laptop and glance out the window. From where I’m lying on my bed, I can see right into Jamie’s room. I stand up and walk over to the window, drawing the curtains. I’ve no idea what the hell I did to the guy. He barely knows me, but today was an easy day compared to some of the shit he puts me through.

  I feel like I’m five again and he’s the boy in the playground hitting me because he has a crush on me. Surely guys have matured by their late teens though, right?

  Or maybe not.

  That’s part of what drew me to Eli. I never intended to start up a relationship of any kind with someone so much older than me, but we got hooked on a conversation about my profile photo—which was a rather inappropriate meme involving a gnome—and the conversation progressed from there.

  My Mac beeps. I look down and see Eli has started a conversation with me.

  Eli: Cat got your tongue after my tongue comment? Did that scare you off?

  Me: No. It’s just I have things in my life that are more important than your talents.

  Eli: No woman has ever said that to me. Like what?

  I laugh, loving this guy’s cockiness.

  Me: Like work. Housework. Cooking dinner.

  Eli: Seriously? That’s what excites you? God, we need to get you laid ;)

  Me: In your dreams.

  Eli: It would help my dreams if I could hear your voice…

  Me: Keep dreaming. Write me an email and maybe I’ll consider it. But it had better be good.

  Eli: Challenge accepted.

  Laughing, I reach into my backpack on the floor beside me and pull out my homework. I can’t concentrate on what’s in front of me, because every five minutes I’m checking my email. In the end I just give up. Tossing my laptop on the table beside my bed, I head downstairs to prepare something for dinner. Considering the last three nights has been cereal, I figure I’d better actually eat something.

  Twenty minutes later, I’m trudging back up the stairs with a bowl of mac and cheese and a can of soda. Probably less nutritious than the cereal, but oh well, I tried.

  I set myself up on the bed, arranging my laptop in front of me, browsing the net while I eat. When a ‘new email’ notification pops up, I almost coat myself in hot cheese sauce hitting the icon.