Just plain fucking filthy.
And it’s all for him.
Theodore
I spend the rest of my day fingering her now dried panties in my pocket. I find every excuse to bring my fingers up to my lips just so I can savor her honeyed juices. There’s never been a flavor sweeter than hers. Never been one as fucking addicting.
Now that I’ve had the slightest taste, I’m thirsting for more. The need to draw her in my mouth just as she did with me is overwhelming. It’s all I’ve been able to think about as the day goes on. Attending the staff meeting was as worthless as I imagined it would be. I didn’t hear a thing the headmaster said, my thoughts preoccupied with my naughty girl on her knees.
My day is almost over, fifth period being my last for the day. It wasn't easy to teach my other classes, but with her here, sitting only feet away with her stripped, naked pussy just out of reach, it’ll be damn near impossible. Maybe I’ll feign sickness and put a movie on. They would like me more for it anyway.
One by one, the students walk in. I pretend to be oblivious to the girls' attempt at being seductive. Their batting stares and over-padded bras don’t pull me in the way they hope. Instead, all I see are children playing grown-ups. But then she walks in, emerald eyes on fire while her lips roll around her cherry-glossed lips. Her stare drops to my pocket momentarily, sparkling with mischief and the promise of more, before flitting back on me. The smile that spreads across her face oozes purity and innocence, but I’m not fooled by her wholesome appearance. Not when our dirty little secret is stored in my grasp.
Scarlett takes her seat in the front row, gazing at me with desire burning in her eyes.
Okay, yeah. No lecture today.
“I want to congratulate you all on having the best exam scores of all my classes,” I start, handing back the tests they took last Friday. “As a treat, instead of a lecture, I’ll let you all relax with a movie.”
My students moan in appreciation. Some of them will watch while others text and sleep. On a typical day, I would have them put their phones away and pay attention, but how can I ask that of them when I won't be either?
With the lights off and only the dim glow of the whiteboard shining on their faces, I finish passing out the exams, saving my favorite for last.
“Good job, Scarlett,” I whisper, placing her one hundred percent face up. Her grade wasn’t given to her because of our involvement. I was pleased to see that her passing was more than earned. She’s smart, probably never even needed tutoring.
Not like we did much of that anyway.
She purrs, “Thank you, Mr. Ellis,” fanning her thick black lashes while her nails drag away the hair covering her ample chest. I feel my knees weaken when I catch a glimpse of her pointed nipples, but I can’t give in to her temptation in front of all these students, no matter how delicious her velvety skin is.
As I set up the movie, I catch Chris moving from his seat to the empty one behind Scarlett from the corner of my eye. I hate the rush of resentment that floods my bloodstream when he leans in close, his lips brushing the corner of her ear as he whispers something to her. Whatever he says has her laughing. Her bubbly little giggle only fuels the tightness in my chest.
What the fuck is he saying that has her eyes lighting up like that?
I stare at the screen with little interest as the 1993 Gettysburg plays.
The smooth voice of its narrator explains how the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia prepared for their mission to invade the North, and I can’t find it in me to care.
I’ve seen this movie over a dozen times, so much that I could probably voice every line without a thought. Instead of watching, I let the image blur, focusing all my senses on Scarlett and Chris.
She’s partially turned toward the front. Then, with her beautiful, lean leg crossed over her knee, she gives Chris her eyes, stopping his heart with a smile that’s meant for me.
“There’s a wrestling match on Friday. You should come, be my little good luck charm.”
She won’t be his little fucking anything.
I shoot her a text in my envious state, glaring at her perfectly pointed nose and heart-shaped face as she leaves the phone buzzing on her desk.
Pick it up, baby.Pick it up.
Her head swings around to the front, bewitching gaze entrapping mine before dropping to the text lighting up the screen. Her fingers, lean and graceful, dance along the wooden desktop, twirling around the white metal. She taunts me, teases me with her leisure.
Is she trying to test me in front of the class? Does she want to see how far I’ll go to prove she belongs to me now?
Little brat, just begging to be punished.
“You have three seconds,” I mouth, knowing she’s watching my lips closely.
I let my stare roam around the class, feigning management over my classroom, but in between each row, I bring my gaze back to Scarlett.
