Page 2 of Tempting Her Teacher

“It’s fine Mr. Meyers,” she teased loving the way his voice dropped, his eyes tightening as he forced his gaze away from her. “I won’t tell anyone. I don’t kiss and tell after all.”

“I think you should go,” he said moving over to open the door quickly. She grabbed her bag and headed to it, giving him a smile, letting her chest brush up against his despite the obvious room available.

“Anytime you change your mind you know where to find me,” she said with another grin.

Ryan tried his best to ignore the feel of her body brushing against his and spent the next week avoiding looking at herexcept to tell her to get rid of the gum at the beginning of class most days. The night of her eighteenth birthday was an away game and the cheerleaders rode the same bus to reduce costs for the school. He couldn’t stop himself from watching her in the mirror on the way to the game and she preoccupied his thoughts during it.

The ride home was worse as parents signed out most of the students after the game and the cheerleading coach had left him in charge of the two girls left to ride back, Jasmine—a freshman who was dating a freshman player sitting half-way back in the bus, and Megan. He had half a dozen players left on the bus, but they were mostly gathered in the back not paying the slightest bit of attention to anything but themselves.

Megan moved to the seat across from him leaning back against the window as she lifted her legs up onto the seat, showing off her bloomers as she stretched her calf muscles one at a time. It was torture knowing she was now eighteen, legal in one aspect but far from it in another. She was his student, and he didnotneed that sort of reputation following him, but fucking hell did he want her.

Wanted to slide her bloomers off and fuck her in her tiny cheerleading skirt. Wanted her spread out over his desk, her hands tied behind her back, smacking her sweet ass for all the times she’d distracted him from teaching.

Her hand slipped down adjusting the bloomers slightly and he groaned seeing the tiniest bit of pink flesh as she pulled them to the side. He lifted his head to see if the bus driver had noticed anything, but he was focused on the road in front of them.

He glanced back at Megan, seeing a finger underneath her bloomers still and chanced another little peek at her. He found her eyes on him and shifted slightly trying to forget what he’d seen and been caught looking at, but her soft voice stopped him.

“You can watch you know. I don’t mind that either,” Megan stated pushing the bloomers aside again, letting him get a full look at her body. She was so wet knowing he was watching her and slid a finger up and down her lips seeing him struggle to stop himself from watching.

“Megan stop,” he said quietly, but she simply smiled and spread her legs further apart, giving him a glorious view of her tiny pink lips.

She continued to rub herself and noticed the way his pants stretched tight over his lap. She dipped a finger into her wet opening and then licked it clean watching his jaw tighten.

“It’s a lot better than gum you know,” she said, and his nostrils flared hard making her even wetter. She noticed how close they were getting to school and swirled her finger inside her body one more time before sitting up properly.

She moved to the seat behind him where the bag with the cheerleader’s pompoms and other team items was and leaned up over the back of it when she knew the driver was focused on the traffic for their turn into the lot. She rested her hand on the edge of her arm, right beside his head, her finger pointed towards his face.

“You can taste for yourself. Now or any other time you want,” she said quietly near his ear. She almost gave up hope that he’d take the bait as several long moments passed by without him moving, but then almost as though something inside him snapped, his head turned just the slightest bit further her way and a warm tongue licked her finger. In that moment, she knew he was hers and she was his.

“You’re playing with fire Megan,” he warned sucking her finger because he had to taste her. She tasted so fucking sweet and he wanted more. Wanted to fuck her sweet little pussy and own it, to own everything about it.

“I like fire, and you like my body. It’s a lot different than that old worn out one, isn’t it? Tight and trim. Taunt and toned,” she stated riling him further—and awfully, it wasn’t because she was putting down Diane—who was still exceptionally stunning, just nowhere close to being like Megan. “One of these days you’re going to give in and take it, you know you are, and I won’t say no.”

He stood up as the bus stopped, grabbing his gym bag letting it cover his aching, throbbing cock and headed off the bus. He wanted to take her right now. Wanted to fuck her and shut her mouth. He’d give her something to occupy it with, just the way she liked.

He would love nothing more than to tie her up and fuck her however he wanted her. It was a deep, desperate need clawing through him, and he knew there wasn’t any stopping it. It would happen. He simply wanted to wait until she wasn’t his student any longer.

Then again, that was part of the erotica of it. She was forbidden, and he’d never been able to resist the forbidden.

“Goodnight Mr. Meyers,” Megan said with a grin heading to her car. “See you in class tomorrow.”

“You have a test Megan, don’t forget,” he stated trying his best to keep his voice even.

They had another game tomorrow night, a home game, and he desperately needed to find something to focus his desires on other than her. Diane wasn’t cutting it any longer. Sure, they’d had some fun but now…now he wanted Megan’s tight little body pulsating around his cock as he used her. Diane had never gotten into the whole scene he enjoyed but she’d been a respectable cover for the last year and a half.

He just didn’t know how he could have Megan, have her his way without terrifying her, while also keeping it quiet. He’d have to come up with some way for it to happen that she couldn’trefuse, couldn’t argue over in order to make it happen. For right now, the delicious delicacy of her was still burnt into his tastebuds and he had an engorged cock to sate, at least partially before tomorrow when he’d see Megan again. Which meant another night at home, jerking off to the pictures of Megan that he’d snapped over the last few months.

Chapter 2

“Megan, a word,” Ryan stated as their class ended, and she moved over to the corner giving him a grin the others thankfully couldn’t see. “You need to stop. Last night was bad enough but this is the final straw.”

“What is Mr. Meyers?” Megan asked with another grin. “I thought you’d like the present after last night.”

“Last night was a mistake; I should have never…”

“Oh, stop being such a prude about it, Mr. Meyers. You like my body, you want it, so just admit it. You liked the way I tasted and now you can see just how much you like the way I smell,” she stated giving him a wink before turning towards the door. “And if you’re wondering…they’re fresh,” she added sliding the edge of her pants down to reveal the bare skin beneath it.

He tried to concentrate on grading the tests, he had the last period of the day free and used it to catch up on grading papers, but his mind kept going back to the underwear in the tiny gift bag that appeared on his chair after lunch. He could tell they were used, there was a wet stain on them that spoke of her arousal, and he finally couldn’t stop himself any longer. He lifted them to his nose, inhaling her scent. His cock instantly hardened, and he wanted her more than anything. What was theuse in pretending he didn’t? He wanted her and he was going to have her. Somehow, he’d manage to have her.

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