He nodded and went back to his clipboard, reading down the list.
“What the hell is going on with you?” Lucy asked.
“I didn’t sleep well last night.” And right now, I was remembering our gym teacher’s lips between my thighs, licking my pussy. It was a big thing.
Thinking about big things, I saw the shorts he wore weren’t the clinging type. Probably a good thing, because a lot of girls would see just how well-endowed he really was.
Once the roll call had been done, he ordered everyone out to the track. I was at the back of the list, and as I went to walk past him, he grabbed my arm.
“Not you, Miss Evans. I need a word with you.”
Lucy gave me a curious look, and I just smiled, put my thumbs up, and watched her leave.
The ground refused to open up and swallow me whole.
****
Elijah
This woman—no, girl—had left me without so much as a note come Saturday morning. I’d been going back to the diner, but she hadn’t been there, and now, I was looking right at her. In a fucking gym uniform as my student.
I was so annoyed, and yet here she was.
My damn student.
I was her teacher.
This was so fucking wrong.
“I had no idea you were a teacher.”
“And I had no idea you’re a student.”
“Look, can I please go? I don’t want to make this more awkward.”
“Are you even eighteen?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t have done anything if I hadn’t been.” She nibbled that sweet lip, and all I could think about was them wrapped around my cock.
“This isn’t over, Mona.”
“I know. There’s nothing we can do. You’re my teacher, and this is … it’s wrong.”
“You will stay behind after class. I won’t hear another word about it.” Like that, I let her go and headed outside.
The class was split between doing track and the football team was doing warm ups. I’d already gone over all of the notes from the previous coach and gym teacher.
Rubbing at my temples, out of the corner of my eye I saw Mona catch up with her friend. She gave that shrug to her friend, clearly pretending she didn’t have a clue who I was.
For the next forty minutes I watched my class as they ran track. This, for me, was the easiest way of getting through the first week. I could assess all my classes and then plan the lessons accordingly.
This was the senior year and as such, their last year here. Several of the girls in the class were already giving me the eye that told me they were thinking of trying to fuck me.
Newsflash, I don’t fuck students.
Glancing toward Mona, I couldn’t believe she was a damn student.
There’s no way she looked like a girl. Even now as she was running, her tits had a nice bounce to them, and even as she was red in the face from exhaustion, I couldn’t help but think of her riding my cock.
She’d been so incredibly tight Friday night.
Another thought entered my head.
I saw some of the dirty looks she’d received at being forced to remain behind.
It’s not possible.
Yet, one look at her, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been a virgin.
Not all virgins bleed.
I’d never been with a woman so tight before, and she had squeezed me like a fist. She’d also had that aura of innocence around her, which pulled me in.
Damnit.
This wasn’t getting any better for me.
By the end of the lesson, I was more than ready to go home.
However, I knew she’d try to avoid me, so once all of the students entered the locker room for the day, I stood in the hallway past their doors, waiting.
Students nodded at me as they passed.
When Mona finally came out, she paused when she caught sight of me.
“I’ve got to talk to the teacher,” she said to her friend, who pouted.
“You want me to wait?”
“Nah, it’s okay. I’m heading home anyway. Go, see Taylor. I know you’re curious about what he has to say.”
The girl, who I think was called Lucy, gave her a hug and then left.
For a few seconds, it was just me and Mona.
She nibbled her lip and waited.
Without a word, I turned and headed into my office. The blinds were already down, offering us privacy.
She entered, and as she passed, I closed the door.
In the next second, I flicked the lock into place.
“You work at the diner.”
“Yes, and you’re the new gym teacher. I really didn’t know. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.”
“Were you a virgin?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
She nodded her head but didn’t look at me. “I’d never been with a man before.”
I wanted to hit something because how I talked to her, how I treated her, it wasn’t for a virgin but for a man half crazed with lust, with need, wanting her.
“I know this can’t happen again,” she says.