"Because I'm day dreaming of you."
Those words stayed with him all night. He never expected a student to find him attractive, and yet, he didn't think he would ever think of a student like that. Chris' mind was on the beautiful, 19 year old brunette, and he couldn't wait to see her first thing tomorrow morning for class. What am I thinking? She's my student... She was his undoing.
Chris Irvine turned up to his classroom bright and early, sitting at his desk grading yesterday's classroom assignment. His mind wasn't focused on marking last night hence doing it before the lesson. His thoughts were invaded by a one Stephanie McMahon. He just could not get that beauty out of his head and was rewarded with a sleepless night for his troubles. The pen in his hand moved in a rapid motion across paper, too lost in its own world until it came to a screeching halt.
"Hello Stephanie," Chris turned his attention to the brunette standing at the door and motioned towards the chair in front of his desk. "Please, come in and sit down." She closed the door behind her and sat down quietly, looking at her hands. "What may I do for you this morning?" He smiled.
Her eyes travelled up his upper body, licking her lips at the sight sitting before her. "I just – just want to speak to you about yesterday..." Her voice was a mere whisper at this point, once again stumbling over her words. Chris had a small smile on his face as she became shyer than before. She was simply gorgeous when she blushed. "I didn't mean to say that. No – no! I don't mean that! I meant that I didn't want to be so forward like that." Steph bowed her head a little, feeling incredibly stupid at that point.
"Steph," he called out gently. When she didn't look up, he reached over the desk and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Steph, its fine." Her head snapped up and looked at him directly in the eyes, searching for lies and deceit but there was none present. "I will admit that I was taken aback with what you said but there is nothing to be ashamed about." He ran a hand through his blonde hair roughly and stood up, leaning on the board on the wall. I have feelings for you, too, Stephanie. I really do. I didn't notice it before, it was just dormant.
He found it extremely hard to concentrate as he took in what she was wearing for the day. The simple white shirt was unbuttoned slightly, just revealing the top of her cleavage in a classy, subtle way, but enough to make the college lads swoon for her. Her legs were bared in a mid-knee black pencil skirt which hugged her curves perfectly, making him wanting to reach out and wrap his arms around her, to feel the warmth of her body pressed against his own.
She saw the way he was looking at her, and in all honesty, it just made her want him even more. The lust was burning brightly deep within her and she wanted to feel him on her body; clothed or naked. Steph moved from the chair and walked closer to where her teacher was standing. She was a few inches away from him, and she could smell his cologne. Chris had to fight the urge to grab her around the waist and pull Steph towards him. She stepped a little closer and Chris had to move away.
"If you come any closer I'll lose all my self-restraint." His words were breathy, his eyes locked on Stephanie McMahon.
"Maybe that's what I want," she whispered huskily, moving towards him yet again. Chris didn't move any further and let her approach him. He looked at the clock at the back of the wall and saw that they had twenty minutes before class – enough time to at least taste her. Steph's nose was almost touching his, neither of them moving. It felt that time had come to a standstill as both of them stared at each other's eyes, not moving, not touching.
Chris couldn't bare it anymore. He grabbed her wrists, turned them around, and held her against the board. Her gasp of surprise, and then a moan, spurred him on as he moved his lips over the side of her neck, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down the slender column. He could feel her heart beat racing as he pressed his body into hers, her thigh rubbing against the front of his jeans. Chris let out a low moan from deep within his throat and continued to kiss her neck, moving up to her jaw and then to his destination. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and traced the outline of her bottom lip slowly, feeling it quiver under his ministrations. He didn't want to stop, couldn't stop, until they both froze.