Bare

It's the final week of senior year, and today is my last class with Mr. Cullen. Most of our teachers have wanted to just sit and chat to us in our final lesson, give us doughnuts and chocolate and reminisce.

Not him.

In English Lit, it's business as usual, even though there's nothing left to do, nothing left to learn.

I take my seat at the back of the room. I'm the first one in here and I squirm in anticipation. I'm not wearing any underwear and it feels so naughty and daring. I'm so tightly strung I can hardly breathe.

This is the last lesson of the day and my final chance. I've been trying as hard as I can, the past ten days, to get him to ask me to stay after class, sucking my pen, touching myself again - though I didn't make myself come this time - leaning over his desk in my see-through lacy bra - he definitely saw my nipples - all to no avail.

I was so sure he wanted me last week, but ever since then, he's just been sitting at his desk, not even looking in my direction.

This is my last ever opportunity to start something with him, and I'm taking it.

Mr. Cullen strolls into the room, his hands in his pockets, and his eyebrow shifts a little as he notices me at the back. He looks as enticing as always, blonde hair behind his ears, his perfectly pink mouth in its usual pout. My eyes trail down his body, admiring the way his dark gray slacks cling to his lean hips. I can make out the slight bulge of his cock, and I lick my lips as I stare at it, my mind filling with images of unzipping his pants and taking him into my mouth. I've spent a lot of time wondering how his cock would feel on my tongue, how it would feel to wrap my lips around his length. He clears his throat and I look up, meeting his piercing green eyes.

A wave of heat blazes down my spine and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. I'm all the way across the room from him, but I feel like he's pressing against me, every single hair on my body standing on end as a heaviness settles between my legs.

I squeeze my thighs together, shivering as a flood of arousal pools between my legs. The wetness coats my thighs and I squirm again.

Mr. Cullen walks quickly over to his desk and sits down, just as students start to trickle in the room.

A few people drop off gifts at his desk. I already put mine in his drawer.

Well, I put two things in his drawer. One is my real gift, and the other is a cover up.

"Thank you for the presents." Mr. Cullen says, giving the class a nod once everyone's in their seats. There are some excited noises. Finally, a nod, the highest form of praise available, and we got it all at once.

I raise my hand, jutting my chest out.

Mr. Cullen ignores me for a while, then glances at me, his verdant eyes connecting with mine for a brief second, before he looks away.

"Yes, Isabella," he says disinterestedly.

"I got you a gift too sir, it's in your drawer." I state innocently.

A few heads swivel but then they go back to the front. Back to him.

He arches an eyebrow, another exciting development. Jessica visibly swoons.

"Wasn't it locked?" he asks me in a clipped tone.

I clasp my hands and rest my chin on them, staring at him with wide eyes. "No."

He studies me, emerald eyes flickering for a moment before he opens his drawer. I can see the second he realizes what he's looking at, because his teeth clench together, his hand on the desk tightening until it's white.

"What is it Mr. Cullen?" Sam pipes up from the front row.

Mr. Cullen's shoulders tense and then he lifts his head up, his face an expressionless mask. He lifts up the box of chocolates, then drops them on his desk carelessly.

"Thanks, Miss Swan," he says calmly, pointedly not looking in my direction.

I smirk, letting my legs fall open.

Showtime.

He starts his lesson, and I watch him, my smirk widening as he avoids looking my way.

I know he'll give in and look at me, he won't be able to help it.

Two of the students start a debate with each other, allowing him to fall silent, and his eyes slowly drift to me. For a second, we just stare at each other, then I let my knees open wider.

The flicker of motion catches his eye, because suddenly his gaze is between my legs.

I bite my lip as his jaw drops, his head turning to the still open drawer, where my pink thong sits. When his eyes flick back to my exposed sex, they're so hooded they're almost closed and I watch his jaw jump, his fist clenching on the table.

Just knowing he's looking at my bare pussy sends a hot gush between my legs, and I hope he can see it glistening from where he is.

I close my legs and there's a flash of something in his eyes. I raise my hand and he swallows visibly before acknowledging me. "Yes, Miss Swan." He says, his voice deeper and grittier than usual.

Green eyes tinged with black, bore into mine for the briefest moment and a jolt goes down my spine, a scorching heat flooding through my body.

"I'm finding this quite confusing, and it's something I'll need to know for college, would you possibly be able to explain it in a little more detail?" I ask innocently, a husky tenor to my voice.

There's the barest hint of a twitch at his lips for a second before it disappears. "I'm afraid we'll need to move on, to cover everything, but I suppose you can stay after class and I can give you a brief summation." He sounds irritated, so much so that Jessica even giggles a little at my expense.

"Thank you Mr. Cullen." I say, licking my bottom lip. His eyes track the movement, but he gives no visible acknowledgement of my words, continuing seamlessly with his lesson.

When the bell goes, there's a clap from everyone and he looks slightly horrified before he frowns. "Yes, yes. Thank you."

The class starts trickling out and I gather my things, taking my time.

He stands by his desk and a few of the students try to shake his hand. To my amusement he politely declines, keeping his hands in his pockets.

"Best of luck." He says dryly, to the few students he tolerates.

When the last person leaves, I make my way to the front of the room, my lower stomach flipping in anticipation. My skin feels warm and tingly, my heart racing in my chest.

I stop in front of him and drop my bag to the floor, gulping as I stare at him. He's staring right back, his green eyes burning me from the inside out, making my knees feel unsteady. Something seems to hum between us, the air so thick it catches in my throat.

"So," Mr. Cullen says in a low voice. "Are you going to explain what those are doing in my drawer?"

A/N Whoever guessed a thong or panties in the group - PM me and you'll get a sneak preview of what happens next ;) As always there will be a teaser for the next chapter in the group tonight!

Until tomorrow…