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Author's note: No suitable to younger audience.

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3. The One on Top of me

Last year and just 22 years old, I took a temporary teaching position as teacher assistant in a well-known high school in my neighborhood. My students are a delight but my coworkers are something else. Older teachers stared at my behind shamelessly as I walked through the corridors. I don't mind the attention but they are married guys.

The moment I stepped inside the school as a new part of the faculty, I met him, Luke Castellan. His sandy hair and blue eyes caught my attention. He was 5 years older than me and a complete eye candy for the whole female population including some members of the faculty. For my luck, we were assigned to work together. I was assigned as his assistant in his History classes with 10th and 11th graders, so he was my boss.

At the beginning, he barely acknowledged me. Sometimes he was even mean at me during classes. He made a couple of sneer comments at my back in front of the students upsetting me to no measure. I wanted to punch his handsome face.

He was strict with students and even more with me. He demanded me to be 30 minutes earlier to arrange everything for the daily lessons. He wanted me to have my desk clean all time. I had one in the corner where I graded our students' papers while he taught. I stayed a couple of times after class grading and making his lesson plans because I was his assisstant.

As the first month of classes finished, I was so feed up with him that I wanted to quit and find another job, even the coffee shop on the corner sounded better that working for him. I remember the day I decided to walk to the office to quit. I was on my way when I found Malcolm, one of our 11th graders bumped into me. He was upset because Mr. Castellan was going to flunk him for some silly reason. I was so mad at Luke that I waited after class to confront him. If this was my last day, he would hear me out.

The bell ringed and my students said goodbye. Soon, we were alone in the classroom, both of us arranging our things before leaving. This was the moment. I walked casually to his desk as he was reading something. I cleared my throat and barely raised his eyes at me. His blue eyes glowed and his mouth formed at cruel grin.

"What can I do for you, Ms. Atwood?"

"I am sick of you"

"Why? If I can ask" his smile grew larger as his eyes stared at me intently making hesitated. I felt my face flushed.

"You are cruel with me and your students. I found Malcolm upset because you are flunking him"

"Did he tell you why?"

"Yes, because his paper wasn't good enough. I read it. It was acceptable. He deserves a C instead of an F"

"Well, you might be right, but I am the teacher here and I give the final grades. Do you have a problem with it?" he stood up and moved slowly around the desk until he was behind me. I felt his closeness and I felt trapped between him and the desk. I cursed in my head and turned to meet his cold stare on me.

"Yes, you shouldn't be so strict. They are kids"

"Well, missy. If I am too soft, they will get sloppy. They need a firm hand to achieve greatness if you get what I mean" I felt his hand touching my hip. I moved back and sat on the desk. His eyes were fixed on me making me gulped. The air filled with tension and electricity.

"You may be right but…"

"You are still a novice teacher… young, fresh and innocent. You will change your mind in a couple of years" His hand moved dangerously slow to my tight moving up. I didn't know if I wanted him to stop or not.

"Maybe" I said weakly.

"Just maybe?" he chuckled. I nodded. "If you are so concern about our students, let me let you discuss this further"

His other hand moved to brush my hair to the side before his lips connected with my neck. I was frozen in the spot. My mind was blank but my body was starting to boil as his hot-headed breath and wicked tongue sent shivers through my spine. He elicited a moan from me as natural as if he was asking me a question about the French Revolution.

"You are a naïve. I like naïve" his lips left my neck before crashing in my lips. He kissed me deathly slow and rough. He wasn't gentle at all.

"I am not" I tried to defend myself after that assault to my lips.

"Quiet, missy" he said like the authority he was and I gulped once again.

Soon, his hand unbuttoned my blouse and his chest crashed with mine as he started to unstrap my brassiere. The air saturated with desire and soft moans from both parties.

"Turn around" he whispered hungrily on my ear. I nodded and I was lying on top of the desk. He lifted my skirt and ripped my panties before entering me in hard rough motion. I winced as I was caught surprised but he didn't stop. He didn't care if I was in pain or not. Everything was about one thing: his enjoyment on his terms only.

Before I noticed, the pain was replaced by lust and passion. I wanted so much to scream as the ecstasy clouded my senses. I was probably louder that I thought.

"Quite, missy" I placed my hand on my mouth trying to muffle the hot-headed sounds he was making me do. He lasted long enough to make me come twice before he was done.

As his own orgasm was hitting close, he removed himself of me and shot his hot load on my naked back. My breathing was ragging and my knees were weak and trembling as he leaned to my ear and whispered.

"You won't say a thing about this"

He zipped up his pants and took his things leaving me speechless for the first time ever. I just had the best sex of my life. I still wonder how I got to my house without anyone at school noticing my wrinkled clothes and messy hair. This was just the beginning of the school year.