Chapter 1

Chapter 1
 who’s teaching who 
She called him: The phone rings…1…2…3…times then she hears his voice:         
       She whispers she misses him and describes how each part of her body aches without him there beside her…inside her.
                He clears his throat and says it’s not a good time to talkHis wife must be in the room…or his kids.               
“I’m here laying in bed, nothing on…if you can slip away, come slip into me” was the last words she was able to say…click no sound on the other line. Good to her word, she unclasp the bra, slides the silky under ware down her hips and kicks them to the floor. She lays in the dark; moonlight shinning in between the blinds. A painful ache at the center of her core, her fingers massage the nub and a shiver flows throughout her body. She inserts 2 fingers into herself licking her lips and pressing the pillow between her thighs-the harder she presses the more she wants, rocking her hips up against her hands her knuckles massaging areas that are swelling and weeping of her scent. The ache is muffled and she surrenders to sleep… “Damn” She breathes and wipes the beads of sweat from her forehead, she unwilling rolls over to turn off the alarm and hugs her pillow. 
She walks into the classroom; he is already at his desk grading papers with a quick lick of her lips and a twist of her mouth she see’s he grows tense in his chair and clears his throat. She fights back a smile knowing he won’t be able to stand to call class into order. The hour passes as she listens to him rant about Poe, Thomas, and a few other writers who she believes were great in there day, well if they would’ve taken their passion and used it to really describe a women instead a drunken rant of madness. She begins to day dream of him coming behind her, bending down to read her essay and slipping his hand into her shirt, down her bra to playfully pinch her harden nipples. He calls on a few students to read there poems, a short girl on the cubby side stands up and adjusted her glasses; she starts reading about a dead grandmother, then one of the stupid jocks are called on and he stutters through a sonnet about basketball where every line sounds like Dr Seuss. Then he calls on her, Jules her best friend shakes her to grab her attention:The bell rings. He calls for her to stay after class and asks if she is still able to babysit tonight. A laugh escapes her mouth and some of her friends eye her with curiosity. She walks out; as they leave she turns her head towards him and he mouths the words-I-Want-you- shuttering she walks out and spends the day aching for him, she debates skipping lunch to go into his classroom and wait for him under his desk. Her mind dances with images of him teaching Honors English 12 from his desk while she is licking and stroking until he explodes. Her daydream was spoiled when someone covers her eyes with two clammy hands-her boyfriend-the sad excuse for a lay- minute man himself Jake. She greets him with a semi cold limp kiss, hoping one day he gets the hint.  She knew he didn’t really love her; he just liked to be one of the only sophomore boys getting laid on a regular basis. To be completely honest with herself she didn’t know if she want to be with him anymore; they have been together since they were in middle school but she craved more. She knew she couldn’t just break up with him; considering herself an assertive women but she just wasn’t made of ice. The memories they shared of all the first she had ever done sat on the shoulder and it weighed heavier than the need for freedom.   
Men were so predictable on the other hand…they had this protective cave man theory about being in control but as soon as she started to moan they were hypnotized. But Mr. A had something about him-the way he teased her, the way he sat on the fence of his morals drove her wild. He was in his mid 20s. He kept up well and had this aura about him along with 2 kids and a wife. But tonight while they were out doing their couple’s night(which she knew the truth was marriage counseling) she rolled around in their bed, smell his clothes, look through family pictures, and videos and played house. 9 O’clock came around and Jake was at the back door with a few 40s. She already put the kids to sleep, they fooled around in the living room fo awhile. she gave him a strip tease and a peep show with the bottle. As she straddled him and he grabbed her ass she could feel him growing hard against her. “Do you want me?” she asked him…“Fuck yes!” he sputtered out. She knew from past experiences not to toy with him for that long because the poor boy couldn’t hold out. As quick as she was able to force herself a little bit of a head rush (not an orgasm but something to last and keep her wet until he got home) she glanced at the bear above the TV stand. She knew that he would be watching this later tonight as she gave the misses a full report on how good the little girl were and how much the baby ate. A smile to the camera as she stood and squeezed her own breast. She knew that always drove men crazy…seeing her kiss them, touch them, even talk about them. They were on the bigger side, busting out of her C cup.
Jake left as the car lights came up the driveway, the misses came in and went right to the bathroom to dry her eyes and add some clear eyes before coming out to talk. All part of the routine, he eyed her as she smoothed the creases of her skirt out and went into the living room. Minutes later as she wass packing up her books and papers the misses comes out of the bathroom and begins with the same questions and answers. She got paid the normal 20 bucks and was told to wait while the man of the house changed into his workout gear(he always swings by the gym after dropping her off)Minutes later he enters the dining room where they are sitting talking of colleges; anger flashes in his eyes.
He watched the video.
He kisses his wife even more listless than her kisses to Jake. As she climbs into the SUV he grabs a handful of hair and pulls her to his face, “What the fuck were you doing, in my house? You think this is a fucking game?”He‘s mad, protective, and jealous. She loves it…she doesn’t say anything-giving him a frightened look to ease his hurt ego…secretly eating it all up. She loved to play. Her hand skims over his groin, ymmm not hard yet. “You know as I was fucking him, bouncing on him…you were the one I was thinking of. “ She can see his face soften from the hard expression to weak surrendering…men…typical.He pulls over about 2 miles away from her house and reaches over to move her set back. She slides her panties down…traces her fingers around his lips and inside his mouth. Warm soft she pulls them out and spreads her thighs and sticks them inside her. His eyes widen and watches as she pleasures herself. He unbuttons her shirt and pulls up her skirt to where they are all knotted in the middle around her waist. He pulls her hair away from her face as she is in mid groan and looks into her eyes…”I don’t know what I’m doing!” straddling the fence again, she loved it.“You’re not doing anything” she said. God men, she wasn’t the stereotypical teenage girl with daddy issues who was submissive to all these older men taking advantage of her. Her father was always around, her mother too. And for the most part she felt like if anyone was taking advantage it was her. She slid on top of him, rubbing her wet self all over his lap…“Mr. A tell me how bad I’ve been” she demanded“You’re a very naughty girl!” he said with a forceful slap on the ass that stung and rippled through her. Her body was buzzing with tension. He slides his pants down and unbuttons the boxers and she slipped right in. Rocking circling him biting at his neck. He moaned, groaned pulled her hair, massaging her clit until they both were soaked and satisfied.He gave her his gym towel to clean up with…”I will smell you all the way home” he said. English teachers were all hopeless romantics that enjoyed the tortures. They drove the rest of the way to her house in silence, he looked at her a few times and she could see the internal battle he was fighting. She opened the door leaned over and kissed him, he pulled out a 1oo dollars and without a word she took it. That was the casual goodbye and thank you. Monday the tension would begin to build and by Friday at 930 they would be doing the same thing again.