Lusting For My Teacher | 18+

Chapter 6 ~ Inappropriate

Summer Fox

I walk through the crowded corridors which are designed beautifully! As I make it to my locker at the end of the corridor where it is more quiet. Just how I like it!

I feel a presence behind me which causes a bad feeling to wash over me. I ignore it and grab my folder for my first period: English Literature.

As I start to close my locker door I hear the creepy voice that always makes me uncomfortable.

"Summer" Mr Thompson seductively says. My hand on the locker freezes along with the rest of my body as my eyes widen.

"I need you to come to my classroom for a little chat, dear" He says to me in a weird tone.

"Y-Yes Mr Thompson" I try to respond in a polite and calm manner.

I stand in place waiting for him to start walking so I can follow behind him. He stands behind me for awhile and I hear him take a deep breath before exhaling with a satisfied and breathy moan.
He starts to march through the corridors at a fast pace and I try my best to keep up with him whilst holding all my things. When we arrive at his classroom, I stand to the side whilst he unlocks the door, then he opens it and gestures for me to enter first. I do so to be respectful. I stand in front of his desk waiting for him when I heard the sound of keys moving. I look back at the door to see Mr Thompson removing his keys from the door after locking it behind him and then closing the blinds on the glass window.

He turns around with a dangerous smirk in his face. He can see the fear in my eyes as he tries to calm me

"Don't worry, Summer. We don't want anyone interrupting our conversation, now do we?" He questions.

"No, S-Sir" I respond.

"Good" He walks towards his desk before taking a seat.

"Now, Summer I have brought you here as I want to talk to you about your grade in my lessons."
I feel myself calm down, now that I understand why he asked me here.

"I have noticed your grade has dropped significantly after you had taken some time off before the summer holiday. You missed important information, Summer." He tells me sternly whilst looking down to my exposed thighs then licking his dry lips. I start to feel uncomfortable and take a step away from his desk nervously.

He stands from his desk and begins walking around it, heading in my direction

"Summer. I care about you and do not want to see you fail my class. Do you understand?" He asks me

"I u-understand Sir" I stutter out

"Good, Now I'm going to give you private lessons to help guide you to a better grade." He says as he stands very closely behind me causing a shiver to run down my spine, I freeze as his fingertips touch the exposed flesh on my thigh

"S.Sir." I say shakily.

"Shhh. I see the way you look at me in lessons summer, I know you want a man who knows what he is doing, to touch you in the most inappropriate of ways." He slowly and quietly says into my ear, his gross breath brushing against my neck as his fingers trail further up my inner thigh.

I begin to shake in fear. 'I do not want this!'

"Mr T-Thompson... I am late to my l-lesson." I shakily whisper as I feel my eyes begin to fill up.
I feel his cold hands leave my skin and his body step away from mine.

"Ah yes, how silly of me to forget. You are dismissed ms. Summer. I look forward to our little private lessons." He says with a disgusting smirk.

He walks towards his door and unlocks it. I waste no time in rushing out with my tear-filled eyes directed towards the ground. I rush through the corridor taking short and sharp breathes, trying my best to calm myself and stop my tears from falling.

I see my English Literature classroom and as I arrive outside the door, I wipe the stray tears from my face. Then, I look down at my favourite little gold watch to check the time 'Oh-no! I am late.' I panic.

I enter into the classroom and hear his beautiful voice talking the confusing language of old romantic English. I avoid eye-contact with everyone and keep my eyes to the ground.

I almost arrive at my seat but I am stopped in my tracks when Mr Hunter calls my name.
"Ms. Fox. You are eight minutes late to my lesson and you did not apologise. Stand outside the class and wait for me." He demands gently.

I walk back the way I came and stand outside the classroom. 'I hope he's not mad at me I worry.
I stand in the corridor waiting for Mr Hunter, feeling sad and still a bit shaken up from what just happened. 'what did I do wrong? why did he touch me like that when I didn't want him too?'
I'm dragged from my dark thoughts when I hear the classroom door open and close. I stand there quite and still.

"Ms. Fox, care to explain why you are late to my lesson?" He questions

I keep my eyes directed to the ground as I feel warm tears falling from my puffy eyes
I feel warm and rough, yet somehow gentle fingers find their place under my chin and lift it upwards so Mr Hunter can see my face clearer.

"Look at me when I ask you a questi-" He pauses and his stern eyes soften when he sees the fallen tears staining my red cheeks.

"What is wrong?" He demands.

"M-Mr Thom... It's -nothing sir" I stop myself from admitting the truth as he may not believe me.
His expression goes from worried to angry when he sees I am not telling him the truth.

"Tell me what happened!" His voice is stern and dominating.

"Mr T-Thompson touched m-me inappropriately and I d-didn't like it" | say with a trembling voice as my eyes begin to fill up once again. I feel so cold and alone in the piercing silence as Mr Hunter doesn't say anything. Until I am pulled into a strong and warm embrace. His protective arms and comforting chest makes me feel safe and vulnerable that I can no longer keep the flood gates closed and I let the tears pour from my eyes.

"I was so s-scared ...why did he t-touch me?" I softly cry. I feel his large hand brush through my hair soothingly.

"shhh princess, He will never lay a finger on you or even look at you again. I will personally see to it." He tells me with such calmness it's chilling. He holds me close as I sniffle a few times before wiping my cheeks and stepping from his embrace.
"T-Thank you, Sir." I voice my gratitude.

"No need to thank me, darling" He responds which causes a small smile to fall upon my lips

"Can you go and wait in the car park for me?" He asks me with his deep and hypnotizing voice.
My eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and he notices this.

*I am going to take you to the station to file a report" He tells me sternly

"O-Okay..." | gently respond. I guess I should file a report.

'what if they don't believe me? or if they think it's not bad?' I think as I walk the now silent corridors. I walk through the large doors, walking into the large car park. I'm not sure which one is Mr Hunter's so I wait on the pavement for Mr Hunter.

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I hear footsteps behind me and turn to look and see the most beautiful man I have ever seen
He walks towards me with large strides. His breathing is heavy and fists are tight, he must really not like bad men like Mr Thomas. As he gets closer, he flashed me a gentle smile before walking past me to the far corner of the car park, there he unlocks his car quickly I walk towards Mr Hunter who is waiting for me.

Once I arrive next to him, he opens the car door and gestures for me to sit inside. I follow his directions and take a seat on the comfortable black leather seat. I play with my fingers as he puts my backpack in the trunk of his car and
walks around the car and takes a seat next to me before the engine roars to life and Mr Hunter begins to drive.