I took my reading glasses and looked at the class. From the front to the back line. Some of the children were dozing off to sleep, looking under their desks, probably sneaking in electronics or eat, and write notes. I sighed in disappointment as one focused on its tests. But I finally fixed for a moment, Elena and Stefan, my two best students were to work. I smiled at them both and put my attention back to the novel I was reading.
I was sure not to blink my book for students, because if they saw the cover, rumors have spread. I was reading books on twists. As the fetish 'Dad' and stuff. I kind of did not like how the men were always in control. However, I have come across a chapter that shows the woman has a little fun. If I were to these things in reality, change it.
I wondered what it would be like to switch the paper. Instead of me call him father, what he would call me ..
I hit my head halfway focus as my student, Stefan called me. He got up from his chair and walked toward my desk with his test paper. "I'm finished, lady."
I smiled. "Well, Stefan." He was the first to finish. I was always amazed even though I am aware of how smart he is.
After Stefan sat, she was Elena and her friend Bonnie soaring. They walk up to my desk and define their roles over Stefan. I nod and smile as they return to their seats.
When Stefan looked down, I bit my lip and looked at him. It was a perfect ass 17 years old. It is shameful for a woman 35 years of age to be looking at such a young male. But God made me like him. He was intelligent and even the head of the football team / soccer. His broad shoulders did wonders, and her long tresses that reached the middle of the back was glorious. Do not get me with those sexy green eyes and ripples. He was human? Suddenly, Stefan began to shift around uncomfortably. He looked around the room, because he knew someone estavaassistindo it. I whispered under my breath, grateful he knew it was not me.
Slowly, my eyes went from Stefan to Elena. My second passion student. She was seventeen, and Stefan. The two were really best friends. Yes, I am bisexual. It was not something I liked about Elena. She was intimidante.A how her hips swayed in those skirts she wore. I was just about to touch her. The strong Cuban accent she carried was just a league. I want Stefan and Elena to myself. But I do not know what I wanted most.
I was glad when the bell finally rang, it was time to go home. But for me it meant collecting papers. Shit. The students gave their works to me as they left. I was angry severaly several tests that I had got.
Pov Stefan.
"I felt like someone was looking at me, Elena." I explained on our way to the football field.
She laughed and picked up his foot to accompany me. "Someone is always looking at you."
I rolled my eyes. "But this..Was scary. Really scary."
She made a strange, "panting" noise. "If you ask me, Ms. Pierce is a pedophile. Maybe it was her."
"I doubt that. Just because we're her favorite students does not mean she has sexual fantasies with us." Retorted.
She shrugged. "She's always looking at me."
"Maybe it's because you are both Cuban? I do not know. But I think of better than that." I said exactly when we got to the football field.
When the coach saw me, he signaled me with his finger to come. I looked at Elena and gave a pouty face. She knew what I wanted.
"Okay, fine. I'll go and see my British crumpet." She laughed and kissed my nose before running into the stands.
I laughed with the new nickname and ran to the field with the rest of the team. I was good for this team, he always scorers. I like to call me the Star Kicker. There is.
My friend, Matt, look at me. Elena Gilbert. Hottest girl ever, mate. "I took a roll of exaggerated eyes." I say that every day. We are best friends, boy. It's ok?"
He shrugged. "It's not what you say your dick."
I raised my eyebrow in confusion and disgust and slapped the back of his head. He laughed and held his head. What a dumb blonde.
"Styles" The coach called.
I bit my lower lip. "Excuse."
I kind of practice would actually go faster now.