~Friday evening~

"Another glass please mate" Peter asked the barman before him. Already that evening he had consumed three pints of lager and 5 shots of whiskey, this one being his sixth. It was Friday at last and Peter had decided to spend the night drinking away his feelings about the young girl he had developed a uncontrollable crush on. He hadn't seen Carla much since that day he had sadly told her nothing could ever happen between them. He was beginning to worry that he had in fact been to hard on her. She hadn't been to his class in nearly two weeks and even just seeing her in the corridor shattered his heart into tiny pieces.

Carla on the other hand was fine. Yes she had been upset at Peters hasty decision, but she knew realistically she could get anyone she wanted. Slamming the door to her house, Carla tootled down the few steps which led to her door and began her journey to a nearby pub, before heading out to Party. Despite being several years under age, Carla knew she could get away with drinking in Pubs and clubs. Not only did she look years older than she did, she was also a splitting image of her mother, which meant using her ID was easier than usual.

"Can I get yah a drink love?" Peter asked the lady beside him. She had only been here a while, but he knew she was one he couldn't ignore. He knew she was going to be beautiful. Watching while she turned her head, Peter gasped as he realised exactly who it was.

"A vodka an' coke please, Mr Barlow." Carla smiled, sitting forward in her seat.

"Carla!? What the 'ell are you doing 'ere?" Peter asked, dragging the young girl away from the bar, hoping to find somewhere more private so they could talk. "Your far too young to be out drinking. D'ya 'ave any idea how bad this is for yah?" He started but couldn't quite finish as for the first time that night he took in her beautiful appearance. She was dressed in a awfully tight red dress that went no further than a few centimetres below her bum. Her hair hung in lose curls and her make-up done to perfection.

"What's wrong ay" Carla asked deliberately arching her back to accentuate her chest "-cat got your tongue?" She continued her hand reaching forward to rest on his hip. "I 'ave a pretty good idea of how bad it is. But I bet it's not any worse than these filthy, bad, very bad thoughts filling my brain. And yah want to know something Sir, your in all of them…" Hearing her talk like that, watching her tongue trace perfectly along her lips, sent Peter insane. He felt the blood rush to his most private parts, while a thin layer of sweat formed across his forehead as he tried to remind himself how inappropriate this was. But that was proving hard, all the drink he had consumed over the night was clouding his judgement. And when he found his lips moving ever closer to her, he felt incapable of stopping.

Carla knew what was coming, but nor could she find the power to stop him. Her teacher was fucking hot and if he was going to kiss her she would let him. Eventually his lips found hers and feelings of excitement began to grow inside her. She had kissed boys many times before, in fact she had done many things with many boys. But this was different, it felt different. It felt proper. It wasn't just some drunk shag in the bush, well at least for one of them it wasn't, it was something different. Hopefully what would turn out to be the start of something more.

~1 hour later~

After much kissing, touching, drinking and more kissing the pair finally arrived back at Peters flat. Stumbling into his bedroom Peter looked once more at the amazing girl before him. Smiling he sat down on the bed before pulling her onto him.

"Pleaase can we get undressed now?" He asked rather drunk. Giggling to herself Carla nodded as she remembered Peter earlier asking if she could strip and they would have sex in some old alleyway.

"Yeah we can – if your good boy, I might d'ya a tease strip." Carla paused, thinking, before shaking her head. "No a strip-tease. You 'ave got me soooo drunk Barlow. What were yah buying me? Pure vodka?" She giggled again leaning further into him. "C'mon babyy I'm getting a sleepyhead."

Grinning at the thought of what Carla had mentioned, Peter held her closer to him while stroking up and down her thigh.

"Fuck that sounds good love, will yah wait till I nip to't bathroom." He asked but didn't wait in an answer as he dashed into the bathroom.

"Mmm I'll give yah a tease-strip in't morning. I'm too tired, sorry baby. Plus I don't fancy dealing with your woohoo, straight after yah pee'd from it." Carla spoke in response to Peter despite him having left the room. Unzipping her dress, she threw it to the ground, shoving on a hoodie of Peters, before curling up on the bed falling fast asleep.

So here you's finally go after waiting like a gazillion years! I know sorry, I've been really busy with exams and shit, but I promise now it's nearly holidays to try and update more! Hope this chapter reads okay! Sorry if it doesn't! As always please review! Always love reading them:) x