I'm In Love With My Teacher

Head For The First Time

We are in the car and I'm squirming out hell. How could he have said those simple things and get me aroused? All he said was that I was his.

I am his. Every single cell in my body belongs to him. And the thought of that...turns me on. And it's like he doesn't even seem to notice.

I want to scream.

I clamp down on my tongue and stare out the window. We stop at a stop light and I feel his hand cover my thigh. I inhale sharply, the breath hissing between my teeth. I turn my head in his direction.

"You okay?" He asks me, his voice calm.

"Peachy," I murmur.

He laughs and the car is in motion again as the stoplight reads green.

That laugh...he knows! The fucker.

Attempting at conversation he asks, "are you on birth control?"

I nod. He laughs again, "are you going to ignore me? I've done nothing."

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, I turn my body so that I am facing him, "yes, Ian. I am on birth control."

"Oh, good. Because the morning has passed."

"What do you mean?"

"Last night I never used a condom. I couldn't. I couldn't stand the thought to have something between us."

How can he say these things and not expect me to rain? I squirm once more and I could see a knowing smile playing on his lips.

The fucker.

Taking a bold shot, I reach over and place my hand on his thigh. He stiffens under my touch.

My stomach did a summersault.

"Don't," he says.

I smirk, point one for Brianna!

When he doesn't move my hand I take the chance to travel my hand up his thigh, heading for the bulge in his pants. He inhales sharply when I cover it. A hand leaves the steering wheel and wraps around my wrist, stopping the sweet assault.

"Don't start something you can't finish," he says, his eyes a few shades darker, his jaw clenching tightly.

I bring my hand to my mouth, where his hand still rests on my wrist and kiss the back of his, whispering, "okay."

Defeated.

He stops in front of my apartment complex.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" He asks softly.

"I have to practice for my exam," I tell him.

He groans, "fuck school."

I laugh, "good bye Ian."

I reach over and peck his lips lightly, afraid if I kiss him too deeply it would tun into something else entirely.

I open the door with my key. No one is here to welcome me home. Cait is probably still at work or out with Spencer.

I am horny. I've never admitted that to myself. I could masturbate but then again, I've never masturbated before.

At one point I considered searching in google on my laptop "how to masturbate" but I laugh at myself and settle for cooking dinner.

In the middle of stirring the gravy for the chicken there is a knock at the door. Figuring it was probably someone for Cait, I open the door saying, "I'm sorry but Cait's not - " here I want to finish but I stop mid sentence when I see who's at the door.