Summary: CB felt dejected when Lainey left with Barry Goldberg, her high-school sweetheart, after William Penn's talent show Saturday night. He headed into school that next Monday, dreading the notion of facing her again… but ironically, she couldn't wait to see him.

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CB unlocked his classroom door that Monday morning and stepped inside. Flipping on the lights, he flinched as the sudden brightness flooded his tired eyes. He had been unable to sleep much the past two nights after being utterly rejected by Lainey Lewis, a fellow teacher at William Penn Academy. He had finally mustered up the courage to ask her out on a quote-on-quote "date" after the school's talent show, only to have her ex-fiance, Barry Goldberg, show up unexpectedly and whisk her away from him. How could he even begin to compete with the man who had won her heart so many years ago? Even if Barry was a Class A doofus.

Flinging his brown satchel onto his desk, CB slid into his teacher's chair and stared down at the stack of ungraded papers in front of him. He glanced up at the clock on his wall, realizing he still had a good fifteen minutes before students would begin filing into the room for their English lesson for the day.

Selecting a pen from his desk drawer, CB retrieved the first paper from the stack and began to grade it. He soon found himself nervously chewing on the tip of the pen, unable to concentrate. He placed his head in his hands and thought about Lainey, how beautiful and sweet and caring she was, how he'd been pining for her ever since she started teaching at his school, how she infuriated him to no end. He couldn't even begin to count the times he'd jerked off over the past few months, imagining her hot mouth wrapped around his length milking him dry, her legs hooked around his waist as he drove into her until she screamed out his name. But mostly, CB craved her, just to be close to her again. Now, after being reunited with her high-school sweetheart, she was probably far beyond his reach...

"Knock, knock," the familiar voice at his door roused him from his pity party. "CB, do you have a minute?"

CB's heart plunged into his chest and the butterflies instantly fluttered in his stomach. His head shot straight up from his papers, the pen still wedged in his mouth, only to see Lainey leaning against the doorframe. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and he loudly gulped. The pen immediately fell from his lips, forgotten to the floor below.

Lainey was wearing a button-up, white dress shirt with an incredibly-short black skirt and matching knee-high stockings. If she had worn her blonde hair in braided pigtails, instead of tucked into her usual headband, she would have easily channeled Britney Spears. CB furiously blinked, all the blood in his body rushing to his dick, and forced himself to look away.

"What can I help you with this morning, Miss Lewis?" CB cleared his throat and tried to focus on his grading to no avail.

"Is that how it's going to be between us now?" Lainey answered his question with another question and walked into the room to meet him.

"I'm not sure what you mean." CB didn't look up from his papers. As she drew closer, he uncomfortably shifted his seat to conceal his growing approval of her attire underneath his desk. "Just two colleagues engaging in pleasant conversation."

"CB." A hand landed on his shoulder, and his head reflexively turned, his blue eyes focusing on Lainey's hand as it rested there. His gaze then trailed up the length of her arm to her face. She frowned, looking down at him. "I'm sorry about Saturday night. I shouldn't have left you… even if it was with Barry."

"It's okay." CB shrugged her hand away and stood, turning his back to her. He quickly adjusted his raging erection, hoping she wouldn't notice, and walked around to the front of his desk. He leaned against the antiquated wooden desk and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm happy for you and Barry."

"No, that's just it," Lainey began and leaned against the desk beside him. The wafting scent of her floral perfume almost drove him mad. She took a deep breath. "See, I thought I was over him, but when I saw him again, it just rekindled all those old feelings, you know? Then, about halfway through the night, I realized that he'd moved on and ultimately, I had too. A little ironic, don't you think?"

She smiled softly after alluding to the Alanis Morissette song her student Anna had performed at the talent show.

"What are you saying?" CB looked at her through the tuft of brown curls that hung down in his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed as he watched her bite her bottom lip. The action was so sexy, he thought he might come in his pants and embarrass the shit out of himself.

Lainey chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes searching his. She reached up and tugged at his tie.

"This ridiculous tie…" She laughed and let her words trail off. CB reminded himself to breathe, cursing himself for wearing that particular tie decorated with the planets of the solar system. But at least, it had served as the catalyst for her to touch him again.

"Lainey." His hands found hers, and she lifted up on her toes and pressed her lips gently to his.

Before CB knew what was happening, he was forcing his tongue into her mouth and digging his fingers into her bottom to lift her onto his desk. His dick achingly throbbed as she immediately parted her legs, allowing him to settle his body in between them. Lainey moaned so loudly when his hardness brushed against her center that it echoed in the stillness of the classroom. Then, he remembered… shit, they were in his classroom and anyone could come through the door at any moment. They both could lose their jobs.

"Hold that thought," CB said, his lips swollen from the pressure of her kiss. He left her briefly to close and lock the classroom door, almost sprinting back to her when he was finished. "Now, where were we?"

"You were just about to fuck me on your desk, Mr. Brown." Lainey peered up at him, biting her lower lip again. Shit, she was so goddamn beautiful, he thought. She playfully yanked him to her with his ridiculous tie.

CB forcefully crushed his lips to hers, and she latched her legs around his waist. He then let his lips trail down to her chin, to her chest, his hands shakingly unfastening the buttons on her dress shirt. He about lost all his sanity when he realized she was wearing a lacy, black bra. His mouth devoured the swell of her right breast as it peeked out from behind the lace, and his brain began to fight relentlessly with his cock. CB wanted to savor her, every part of her, but he knew they didn't have much time - five minutes at the most - before the morning bell would ring and students would be breaking down the door.

"CB, that feels so good, but the bell's about to ring," Lainey spoke as she panted above him. "I want you so bad. Please."

"Right, okay." CB fumbled with his belt and the zipper of his tan khakis. He soon freed his rock-hard cock and nestled back between her creamy thighs. Lainey reached down and pulled aside the fabric of her thong, ripping it in the process. She impatiently angled her hips toward him and helped him guide himself into her sweet wetness.

"Fuck," CB muttered out as he watched Lainey's head tilt backward, her eyelids fluttering. Her debauched lips formed into the shape of a sharp "O." He slid himself all the way into her, the tightness of her pussy stretching to swallow him whole, almost sending him over the edge.

Lainey lifted her head, and their eyes met. CB felt something stir in his heart as he stared intently into her gorgeous blue eyes. She now owned him, body and soul.

"Lainey," he whispered and began to roll his hips backward, the delicious drag of his dick against her slick walls igniting waves of pleasure throughout his entire body. She was so damn wet and tight, he wondered how long it had been since she'd last had sex, if she'd ever had it at all. All he knew was that it had been way too long for him.

"Yes, yes, CB. Oh, fuck me," Lainey purred beneath him, bucking her hips, and he lavishly pounded into her over and over again, his knees knocking against the desk.

CB began to panic as he felt his release already building too soon. He wanted to make sure she came first, that she was thoroughly satisfied, or he wouldn't be able to look her in the eyes afterward.

Stilling himself inside her, CB ran his right hand between their bodies and found the bundle of nerves just above where they were connected. He began to circle his thumb, caressing her clit, making her writhe even further against his desk. His fucking desk, he reminded himself. Oh, God, he would never be able to look at it again without becoming hard.

"CB, right there… shit, I'm going to… fuck," Lainey stammered out between her heaving breaths.

Her back soon arched, and he reached his left arm under her, clutching her body to his, and began to thrust forcefully back into her as she came. He found himself coming with her, her spasming walls spurring him as he pumped his seed into her.

CB collapsed against her chest with a loud grunt, his legs about to fail him. It was possibly the best sex of his life, and he wondered if she felt the same. He suddenly felt terribly embarrassed and didn't know if he quite had the strength to look up at her. That was until… Lainey reached up and tilted his head up with her hands. Her cheeks were flushed from their hurried lovemaking, her hair tousled, but she couldn't have been more beautiful, he thought. She pressed her lips sweetly to his, and he gripped her tightly against him, deepening the kiss and encircling her with his arms.

Rrrrriiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnngggg. The morning bell resounded, waking them from their post-cotial bliss.

"Oh, fuck!" CB immediately released himself from her, and Lainey dismounted his desk, quickly re-adjusting her skirt and fastening the buttons on her shirt.

"How do I look? Do I look presentable at least?" She raked her hands furiously through her hair as she watched CB zip up his khakis and secure his belt about his waist.

"Like you've just been thoroughly fucked, but presentable." CB laughed, bending down to help her pull the stockings back over her knees. He looked up at her. Hell, the sight of her from that angle made him want to bend her over his desk and take her again from behind. He forced away those thoughts for now and headed toward the classroom door on wobbly legs to show her out.

"Right, Miss Lewis." He cleared his throat, opening the door. Several eager students were already waiting outside. "We'll continue our conversation at lunch."

"Sure thing, Mr. Brown." Lainey turned and gave him a flirty wink. "I'm looking forward to it."

CB watched her as she headed back down the hallway toward the music room, her heels making a distinct clicking sound on the tile floor. His heart thumped wildly within his chest when he remembered those legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He wondered how he would be able to teach now and in the same room no less.

"So am I, Miss Lewis," he whispered under his breath, sweeping his hands through his hair. He sighed heavily. "So am I."