My dick was already hard.
It was hard back when I talked to her in class.
It’s hard when I think of her while I shower.
It’s hard when I look at her on Facebook.
And it gets even harder when I realize this is so fucking wrong.
Rubbing myself isn’t enough anymore, so I pull down my zipper and tug my dick out.
Her hungry face is looking straight at the camera, and I can almost feel her eyes bore into me.
My cock pulses with need at the sight of her curvy body in that tight red dress she’s wearing, and I want to cover her with my load. Dirty images of her flash through my mind.
Her, bent over my desk, ass red from my hand, my cock deep inside her pussy.
Her, sucking my cock until I come inside her mouth, then licking my juices off my cock under the shower.
Her, spreading her legs for me to enjoy, then pounding her until she comes.
Her, tied to my bed, her ass up and ready for the taking.
I want her.
I want her so badly … that I come from the thought alone.
I moan out loud as my cum shoots all over my pants, the desk, my wall.
Fuck.
I needed that badly too.
Damn, that girl has driven me crazy with need.
I sigh. Look at this mess. Now, I’m gonna have to clean it up.
But I can’t help but think that one day I’m going to make her clean it all up with just her tongue.
And that day may come sooner than I thought.
See, this is why I don’t return for seconds … because I can’t let them go.
It’s not good for her or for me.
Especially considering she’s my student.
Fuck me.
My phone suddenly rings, and I check the number.
Fuck, just who I needed.
I don’t pick up. Instead, I get up and grab a few tissues to clean myself and the mess I’ve made all over my desk. But as I throw away the tissues, the phone rings again, making me sigh.
She really isn’t giving up, is she?
Guess my further investigation of Hailey’s profile will have to wait.
Chapter 6
Hailey
“Look,” Lesley says. “I can make dicks with my smoke.”
She takes a drag of her cigarette and blows out the air in a bigger circle and then a smaller stream, which sort of looks like a dick … but not really.
“Looks more like a droopy sock to me.”
“Oh, fuck you. Can you do it better?”
“No, and I’m not even trying,” I say. “All I can blow is fucking pussies.”
“How?” she muses.
I take a drag and blow out a ring. “See? Hole.”
Lesley laughs. “That’s one big-ass pussy. That would fit like five dicks.”
“Six now. It keeps growing bigger.”
We both laugh out loud as we lean against the school building, watching the oncoming traffic from afar. I like standing out here, just watching people like it’s my job. Beats sitting in class listening to a lecture. I guess I’m more of a people watcher than an actual participant in ‘real-life.’ Whatever the fuck that is.
“Oh, my …” Lesley suddenly says. “Look!”
She points at a car in the parking lot, and I watch as Mr. Hard steps out of the passenger’s side. He walks to the driver’s side and waits until the window rolls down. It’s a woman, and she smiles coyly as he sticks his head through the window. I can’t see what they’re doing, but I know enough. It can’t be good.
“Uh-oh … looks like Mr. Hard-ass is taken,” Lesley jests.
I bite my tongue.
Then I see him turn around and pace toward us.
“Fuck, turn around.” I shove her aside. “That way.”
“Whoa, what are you doing?”
“I really don’t wanna talk with a professor right now. It’s already awkward enough in class,” I say.
“Okay, okay.”
We walk to the back of the building and wait. I peek around the corner right when he enters the building. I sigh to myself when he’s out of my sight. If she’s right … fuck. I hate to think about it, so I shut it out. I throw my cigarette on the ground and stomp it out.
“I’m really not feeling class today,” I say.
“What? You wanna skip? Again?”
“Yeah, why not?” I shrug. “Not like we’ll miss anything. All the classes are recorded and can be watched online.”
“Yeah, but he’ll probably give extra homework that you won’t get if you’re not there.”
I smirk as I turn around while walking backward. “Isn’t that the point?”
She frowns. “Okay … you do realize you need to pass a test soon?”
“I know.” I shrug. “But not right now.”
She still stands there, even though I’m walking farther away. “C’mon,” I yell.
“No, I think I’ll go to class today,” she says.
“Aww …” I make a pouty face.
“You do what you want, okay?” she yells back. “I’ll see you later.”
“Fine. Be a party pooper!”
She puts her middle finger in the air, so I throw up two. We both smile and then I turn around and go the other way. I don’t know where I’m going, and I don’t care. I just want to get away.