Bad Teacher

“Oh … right …” Her eyes drift off. “Because you’re still my teacher and I’m your student.”

I grab her by the waist and pull her closer. “Hey, look at me.” I wait until she does. “Just because I am doesn’t mean this whole thing doesn’t mean anything. It does.”

“But it’s just sex,” she adds.

“Yes …” I sigh, trying to make peace with the fact that it’s just sex.

That it should be just sex.

But for some reason, something gnaws at my insides when I hold her like this.

“So … guess we should get to the classroom then?” she asks.

“Not yet … there’s one more thing …”

“If you wanna know … no, I didn’t do my homework. Wanna spank me now? Jizz in my panties again?”

I smirk. “No, but thanks for telling me. I’ll remember it the next time my hand gets itchy.”

She gives me an awkward smile, followed by a raised eyebrow, almost as if she’s trying to outplay me, but it isn’t happening.

My fingers are still locked around her chin, and I pull her closer until my lips touch hers and her breath is stolen by me.

Capturing her mouth with mine makes me numb with desire, even after just fucking her into oblivion. I don’t know what it is about her, but she makes me want to latch on and never let go.

That is until someone knocks on my door and opens it in about two seconds time …

Catching us in the act.

“Mr. Hard, did you—”

Our lips unlock, and a gasp escapes Hailey’s mouth as she turns her head toward the sound.

My eyes are drawn toward the girl standing in the door, her pupils dilating the longer she stares.

“Oh, my god.” Hailey whispers. “Lesley?”

Chapter 12

Hailey

Fuck.

“O … kay …” Lesley mutters as she stands stupefied in the doorway. “I’ll just go to class.”

“Wait!” I yell, unhooking myself from Thomas’s embrace. I run to her and grab her arm. “Please …”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” she says, trying to walk away, but I keep going after her.

“Please, let me explain.”

“Explain what?” She suddenly comes to a stop and turns around. “You were kissing Mr. Hard. What’s there to explain?”

“I know what you saw, but it isn’t what you think.”

“What I think? I’m not thinking anything. I’m trying not to think because all I can come up with is how … awkward it is. Sure, I fantasized about hooking up with a teacher, but actually doing it is a whole different story. This is just … weird.”

“I’m sorry you had to see us like that. Please, can we go talk somewhere in private?” I ask, grabbing her hand.

“I don’t know …” She bites her lip. “Fine, but only if you tell me exactly what’s going on. No lies.”

I nod and take her to a small corner where no one else seems to bother coming. “Look. Thomas and I … Mr. Hard, we’ve been involved for a few days now.”

“You mean this has been going on longer than just today?” She makes a face. “Is this because I told you to look at his ass?” She narrows her eyes. “I didn’t know you’d actually jump on him.”

“No …” I shush her. “Be quiet. I don’t want anyone else to hear.”

She frowns. “Well, you could’ve kissed somewhere else too, but you didn’t. I was only going to ask him if he’d already graded my papers, and then I found you two smooching like two crazy lovebirds.”

“I know how it must look to you, but I’m not using him, and he isn’t using me.”

She places her hand on her side. “Then why? Why would you hook up with him? You know he’s your teacher, right?”

“No shit, I haven’t forgotten. Why do you think we were hiding?”

“Good job hiding with the door unlocked, dimwit.”

We throw each other shade until we both sigh.

“Okay … I meant to tell you, but …” I take a deep breath. “Thomas is actually the same guy I fucked a few days ago. The one from the club that I told you about.”

She takes in a sharp breath. “No …”

“Yes.”

She leans in. “The one who took your virginity?”

“Uh-huh.”

“No …”

I chuckle a little. “Yes. How many times do you want me to say it?”

“I don’t fucking believe it,” she says.

“Well, you’d better because it’s the truth.”

“Oh my god …”

“I know; it’s a bit hard to believe I had sex with our professor.”

“You’ve been lying to me all this time …” she says, pursing her lips.

“No, I just didn’t tell you. Big difference.”

“How could you not tell me? It’s like the single most important detail.”

“I didn’t know, okay? I didn’t know he was my professor. And when I did find out, I felt so humiliated; I just wanted to forget about it.”

“Oh, my god …” She puts her hand over her forehead like she just got a premonition. “So that’s why you left when we had our first class. You said you were sick.” She points at me. “Lie.”