Lemony: Hello again, readers! You're in for a special treat with this story, haha, SuperYuuki you weren't the only one to consider the ol' switch-a-roo! So yes, sequel time!
Wicked: I'm still shocked that damn badger wrote a lemon…have the planets aligned or something?
Awesome: No, Lemony just bugged the shit out of him until he finally wrote a lemon. So peoples, if you want to read a lemon by cazcappy hit up his profile! Cause he finally did it!
Lemony: YAY! He has joined the dark side…we have cookies anyway!
Gin Ichimaru was an otherwise smart guy. So then why the hell did he have feelings for his English teacher…he certainly had no idea. Maybe it was the way she talked…always with that sly tone that made his blood boil. Or the way she looked, small in size, subtle curves, eyes narrowed into serpentine slits, or her carefree smile that she wore.
Even her name made him sweat.
Ms. Rukia Kuchiki.
Now here he was, sitting in 4th period Post Secondary English class looking at the object of his desire slink around the classroom, eyeing each student, just waiting for someone to misbehave. The senior at Karuakura Town high had to sit a thick English book on his lap to stop his cock from twitching crazily in his jeans. Thank God Gin had this class before lunch, afterwards he would try to relieve himself of the reaction of Ms. Kuchiki caused.
"Who wrote Cask Of Amontillado, students?" She asked the class her beautiful lips curled into a tight smirk and eyes narrowed.
Everyone stayed quiet.
It was common knowledge that everyone was afraid of Ms. Kuchiki, she was considered one of the weirdest teachers in the entire school. She was sarcastic, sly, and sometimes cruel. Gin didn't care, he saw a woman that was mystifying, powerful, and intelligent. Unlike the ditzy girls in his class, Ms. Kuchiki was a woman of…deeper mystery's. The silver-haired student would give his left testicle to find out more about her…and possibly do more with her…
None of the students raised their hands and Ms. Kuchiki's smirk stretched cruelly,
"There will be a pop quiz if I do not receive an answer," She said warningly in that silken yet sly voice of hers, her voice made Gin's cock jump happily in his pants. He cringed and raised his hand,
"Edgar Allen Poe wrote that short story…" He said, Ms. Kuchiki cocked her head at her student.
"My? Aren't we smart Mr. Ichimaru, but you are correct." She purred, "Sense I'm in a good mood, I'll go ahead and give you a pop quiz anyway."
The entire class let out a collective groan once she went around and slid a paper onto each student's desk.
Gin's red eyes followed her as she moved about the room, her petite body moving with the grace of a dancer around the classroom. It was like poetry in motion. He groaned loudly when his cock was suppressed by the heavy English book his lap.
"Having complications, Mr. Ichimaru?" She purred slinking up to his desk and grasping the bottom his chin. He could see two glints of blue light in her slanted eyes. Gin swallowed…oh dear lord she was touching him…
"N-no Ms. Kuchiki…" He replied his throat scratchy as if he'd just gobbled down cotton balls,
"Remove that book from your lap, you wouldn't want me to think you're cheating, would you?" She hummed wrapping her dainty fingers around the spine of he book and sliding from his lap. The bulge in his pants nearly hit Ms. Kuchiki in the fucking face, she looked down at it and then back up at Gin, she chuckled lowly with the blue glints of light in her eyes sparking. Gin turned so red his head looked like it might explode…how humiliating…
"You have until the end of the period to finish." Ms. Kuchiki informed the class as she returned to her desk.
The sound of pencils scratching on papers was the only sound that could be heard in the classroom. Gin was trying his hardest to focus on his test but he kept glancing up at the object of his lust grading papers. For some reason Gin always thought of a song when he looked at her…
Can't get you outta my mind I can't lie, cause a girl like you is so hard to find. I'm waiting for the day to make you mine cause I can't take it...
His mind sang as he admired her silky black hair, Gin would walk across a bed of broken glass and nails barefoot just to touch it.
I never thought that I would be so addicted to you, on top, underneath, on the side of you
Better yet baby inside of you…
Fuck, he was getting all the more aroused just looking at her. Why did she have to be so damn sexy? It's not like Ms. Kuchiki tried, she was dressed in nothing but a dark blue pencil skirt, white blouse, and heels.
Gin had been in love with her sense the beginning of his senior year, sense the first time he walked into her class…sense the first time he saw her…Gin's length throbbed with hot blood, begging for release. The boy looked up at the clock, he still had another twenty minutes of torture before he could relive himself…
Baby don't stop moaning, moaning, moaning…straight til' the morning, morning, morning, she's deep in love when she coming, coming, coming…
Gin bit back a groan once he thought about having his English teacher beneath him…moaning…panting…swearing…her delicious little body covered in sweat, breasts free and jiggling, hair a mess, and cumming so hard her head hurt…
At that moment the silver-haired student stiffened and groaned loudly his cock suddenly shot off in his pants leaving sticky residue in his boxers. The entire class, including Ms. Kuchiki, looked up at him curiously. The raven-haired teacher chuckled to herself and her smirk stretched fully.
"Do you need a moment to…compose yourself, Mr. Ichimaru?" She purred knowing full and hell well what had just happened. Gin swallowed as a red hot blush took up his face, he nodded and hurried out of the class room.
With his seed sticking to the inside of his boxer shorts, Gin walked awkwardly to the boy's bathroom to clean himself up. He wondered at what point in time he'd started to fantasize about Ms. Kuchiki…but one thing was for certain, it was ruining his life!
~After School~
Gin waited outside in the school parking lot leaning on the hood of his car. He was waiting patiently for his girlfriend, Rangiku Matsumoto. She came from inside the school and ran up to him with her massive knockers bouncing like little kids in a playhouse. Rangiku wrapped her arms around him and embraced her boyfriend. They'd been dating now for a few months and were otherwise good together. She pulled away when she felt something poking hard her inner thigh. The buxom girl looked down and smirked,
"Did I do that?" She hummed rubbing the stiff knot in his jeans,
"Hell no, so don't flatter yourself." Gin thought leaning into her touch, he was so desperate for release he'd take it anyway he could get it and Rangiku was always ready and welling to "help" him. She was his girlfriend after all. He moaned in his throat when Rangiku gently squeezed his length. He grabbed her wrist and took her hand away…the silver-haired student already had one accident today…he didn't need another.
"Come on," Gin said stiffly, "So I can take you home."
~Later That Night~
Gin lay awake in his bed staring at the ceiling, his roommate, Izuru Kira, was snoring loudly like a typical guy. It wasn't the noise keeping him awake, it was his thoughts on Rukia. He turned over onto his stomach and heard another damn song playing in his head! Shit!
In the night, in my dreams, I'm in love with you, cause you talk to me like lovers do…
There was no doubt he would go to sleep tonight with her name on his lips.
It was going to be a long year.
To Be Continued…
Lemony: Chappy numero uno!
Wicked: Role reversal eh? This seems interesting, it certainly is different.
Awesome: Either way its gonna have lemons so no surprise there. Hey Lemony, why don't you write a story that's not a crackfic or has lemons in it?
Lemony: O_O…do not speak of such things…let's have a lil fun. Readers, if you can figure out the song titles and artists for the lyrics in this chapter, I'll write ya' one-shot. You must get ALL of them right to win(the lyrics are in italics), good luck…REVIEW!
