Page 16 of Between Hope & Tragedy

“Teenagers can be so cruel to each other,” I remarked, shaking my head. “I wish you would’ve just told me that. I would’ve excused you for being tardy.”

She shrugged and looked down at her feet. Her demeanor seemed to have changed, but I couldn’t quite tell in which direction until she spoke up again.

“Yeah, but then we wouldn’t have a chance to hang out alone together,” she said shyly.

Huh, wonder what the hell that’s supposed to mean,I thought to myself.

“Mr. S, can I tell you something?” she continued.

“Of course you can.”

I watched Zaydee get up from her chair and walk over to the side of my desk. She let a hand fall on the pen I had been using to grade the homework papers, then raised her eyes to meet mine.

“I like you.”

“I like you too, Zaydee. You’re one of my best students,” I replied fondly.

“No. I mean ... Ilikeyou,” she said.

My hands started to shake at her confession. I had never had this situation happen with a student before, and I knew I had to tread carefully. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings and I didn’t want her to think anything would happen between us.

“Don’t be shy; I’ve seen the way you look at me in class when you think I’m not looking. It’s okay for us to like each other,” she said, running a hand lightly up my arm.

“Zaydee. I’m yourteacher,” I said, emphasizing the last word. “You’re mystudent,but that’s it.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way. I was hoping you’d keep me after school eventually, and today just happened to work out in my favor. Do you think I’m pretty, Mr. S?” she asked, her hand resting on my shoulder.

Truth be told, I thought she was absolutely beautiful. She had the body of a grown woman; something my wife seemed to be lacking and even though I wouldn’t admit it to her; I did sometimes look at her with thoughts that shouldn’t have been running through my head.

I inhaled sharply as she pushed the papers out of the way and sat down on my desk in front of me. The look in her eyes told me what she wanted, and I knew my eyes were reflecting hers.

“We’ll get caught,” I whispered.

She smiled and got off of the desk, walked over to the door, and locked it. Then she went to the back of my classroom and rolledone of my mobile blackboards toward the door, blocking the small window view. Zaydee walked back toward me and went back to her spot on the desk.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked again.

“No. I think you’re fucking beautiful,” I replied, my voice thick with desire as I leaned forward and pulled her on top of me.

She let out a surprised squeal that I stopped by pressing my lips against hers. Her clumsy response told me that it was her first kiss, but I had every intention of being patient with her. I wanted her more desperately than I wanted anyone else in my life. Perhaps it was the thrill of being caught, or perhaps it was the thrill of being with a student, but either way I knew I wouldn’t let her leave this room until I had fucked her properly.

She pulled away from me long enough to take her shirt off. When she tried to kiss me again, I held her back for a moment to look at her full breasts and felt myself becoming hard.

I had never needed Josie the way I needed Zaydee. What I felt inside of me in this moment; it felt like my soul had been set on fire. Like everything I never knew I needed, everything I had denied myself, was finally sitting in front of me.

As I sat there taking her beautiful body in, I found myself wondering if the fire inside of me was what true love was supposed to feel like. With a deep breath, I looked up into her gray eyes and gave her another chance to walk away from it, from me.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked her.

“Yes.”

That was all I needed to hear. I kept one hand on her side, and used the other to slide her bra down, exposing her already hard nipples, and took one into my mouth. The way she wriggled on my lap as I sucked on it only made me harder.

I moved from one to the other, sucking and licking more feverishly than I did with the last, her moans making me want to rip her clothes off. But I was determined to take my time, because if I was her first kiss, then I knew I would also be her first fuck, and I wanted her to enjoy it. It meant she would come back for more.

“Up you go,” I said softly, using my strength to place her on the desk. She smiled nervously at me as I pulled off her denim shorts. Once they were on the floor, I gently ran my hand over her black cotton panties, reveling in how wet I had already made her.

I pulled my chair forward and continued rubbing my hand gently over her panties. I wanted to taste her more than anything, but I always believed that teasing was just as sensual as the act itself.

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