Have you ever had a hot teacher? One you would give ANYTHING to have one heat filled night with? The one teacher that was so gloriously off limits that you felt dirty even fantasizing about him (or her)? Well that is my life right now. My high school AP English teacher was the hottest thing on the planet and pretty much the only thing I ever thought about in class. I had to get notes and homework assignments from friends because I couldn't seem to focus on what he was saying, I just watched his lips move. His tongue flicking over his teeth, the occasional lick of his lips that made me quiver in inappropriate places.
"You have got it BAD!" my best friend Jessie laughed as she sat down at the lunch table with me. I was still gazing off towards Mr. Nixon and she already knew all my deepest secrets and fantasies about him.
"Honestly," I said stealing her milk. "Do you blame me?" She looked over her shoulder back at Mr. Nixon, he was tall, fit, had an adorable smile, gorgeous brown eyes, and you just coundn't help but want to tug on his thick black hair.
Jessie just laughed at me. "You know he's married, right? And has a two year old son. And is eight years older than you Miss Jail Bait."
Yes, yes I knew all of this. I knew about the majority of his life, his wife, kid, dog, his old band that fell apart after he graduated high school. Some of it was found out because I am creepy and wanted to know, other times it was because on rare occasions I was able to pull myself together long enough to actually have a decent conversation with him. Usually when he held me after class because he noticed that I wasn't paying attention.
Speaking of that I had to meet up with him after school to finish up the test we had today that I didn't finish. Which isn't my fault because he's the one who spilled soda on himself and had to take off his button up shirt and he was just sitting there in a tank top and all his muscled glory and it was very distracting. Plus he actually had tattoos and that was just the ultimate sign of sexiness. He was a bit of a contradiction because even though he could look like this stuffy library nerd with glasses and a pile of books on his desk, he actually had a pretty toned and fit body and all these hidden tattoos under his long sleeves and sometimes I just wanted to scream at him to have sex with me. Then I remember that he's not a celebrity and I am not online so things like that are pretty unacceptable.
Jessie and I continued with our lunch and talked about other thinks to keep myself distracted from the glorious sex god standing twenty-five feet away. But before we knew it the bell rang and we were both sentenced back to several more periods of doom before we could taste freedom again. Well, at least Jessie would get freedom all I had in store was sexual frustration and a whole lot of eye candy. And just to fuck with me the day seemed to get slower by the second, making me feel like I had lived through six lifetimes before the final bell rang.
I packed up my things and practically sprinted to Mr. Nixon's room. Stopping to pull myself together a little before I knocked on the door. "Come in." I heard him call. I opened the door and saw him bent over picking up a piece of paper that was on the floor.
[i]Dear god you have a nice ass.[/i] I thought. "Hey Mr. Nixon." I said with a smile. "I'm here to finish my test." I walked over and took a seat directly in front of his desk as he made his way back to the front of the classroom, still only wearing that wife beater that made me go crazy. He reached into his desk and pulled out my unfinished test from this morning and set it on my desk.
"Take as much time as you need." he said with a smile. "I have nowhere to be today." he chuckled.
"Oh, is April working late?" I asked. He usually always went home early to pick up his son and start dinner for him and April, he was such a good husband and a really good cook. He let me taste some of the lunch he brought in once and I think my tongue had it's own orgasm.
He sighed as he sat in his seat. "No, it's... We're..." He seemed really reluctant to talk about it right now so I didn't want to pressure him.
"It's alright Mr. Nixon." I said looking down at my test for a second. "You don't have to talk about it. I am just a student." I filled in a couple easy answers before I noticed him turning slightly in his chair.
"Aw, come on Lily." he smiled. "You know you're more than just my student." My brain was racing a million miles and hour and my heart was pounding away in my chest. What was he talking about? What was going on here? That's not something you tell you students. Was I dreaming? Oh fuck, I was dreaming and this is just another fantasy I had.
[i]Well, this is the first time I've noticed I was dreaming.[/i] I thought, kind of smirking to myself a little. [i]I better make the most of it.[/i]
"Oh yes, totally beyond student/teacher relationship." I said with a chuckle. "Totally onto that secret lovers stage in life." He just laughed and shook his head a little.
"See what I mean?" he asked, leaning back in his chair. "You're one of the kids around here that I feel comfortable around. I feel like everyone else just thinks I'm some weirdo with a skin condition because I never wear short sleeves."
I did a few more answers on my quiz. "Yeah, but the real reason is because we all know those sexual arms of yours will just make every girl wet herself."
"Sexual arms?" he looked over his arms, probably not noticing all the details I do. Like his veins running over the muscles he works hard on maintaining. Or the intricate tattoo designs he has in some spots. "Well, I guess they are okay. They suit me well and do their job." He chuckled.
We stopped joking for a minute and that's when I came upon a question that didn't make any sense at all, so I asked him about it. He got up and come over to my desk, resting one of those perfectly muscled arms on my desk and reading the question he put down. "Oh, well shit." He said. "I mean shoot." He corrected himself with a chuckled. "I have no idea what I meant there. Just write down that I'm an idiot and I won't count that question towards the test."
I chuckled and wrote "Mr. Nixon, drugs are bad homie" next to the question and he laughed but pushed my head. "Oh, I see how it is." He got up and instead of sitting back down he started to clean off the whiteboard. His entire body shaking as he wiped it clean and my eyes just zeroed in on his ass.
[i]This is how you act in a dream?[/i] The voice in my head was sassy and unamused with my behavior. [i]DREAM! Not real! Party on![/i]
I knew I should but there was a nagging in the back of my mind that said this was real and I wasn't asleep. To test it I "dropped" my pencil on the floor, intending to reach down and smack my head on the desk next to me to make sure I wasn't dreaming. But unfortunately it rolled the opposite way, toward Mr. Nixon and I had to get out of my chair to pick it up.
Mr. Nixon turned around just as I bent down and he made an audible gasp and a nervous cough. I stood up and looked at him wide eyed, "What's wrong, sir?" I asked.
"Perhaps you should re-adjust your pants, Miss Denner." The only time people tell me that is because they saw my underwear, and of course today I had to be wearing a thong. But thankfully it was a cute lacy one and not and ugly plain color one. I pulled up my pants a bit and laughed.
"This is really crushing that whole 'secret lovers' thing." I chuckled, fully intending on not moving until he replied. When he didn't I decided to try something else. "So, why not tell me what the deal is with your wife? What's going on with you guys?" I leaned over and sat on his desk as he sighed and sat in his chair. That was good, at least he was willing to tell me now. He looked like he needed to tell someone about it and I was more than willing to listen, especially if it made him even more comfortable with talking to me as a friend and not just his student.