Sky-Rise School: A Bisexual Polyamorous Romance

Chap 1: Having the Hots for My Teacher

Just the other day, I signed up for this weird course with no name.

My friends glowed with enthusiasm for the course, and pushed me to take it. If I didn't know better, I would suspect it was a cult. But I trusted that my friends must have seen something valuable in the class.

The course was like a day camp at our college. We got these yellowed notebooks with square grids. They told us to work out these equations and formulas, none of which I understood. It made me growl when the girl next to me breezed through the questions.

I wasn't dumb, but I wasn't learning fast enough, and it was such a rough climb.

"Castella!"

I jolted at the sound of my name.

A man in his late thirties sauntered towards me.

"Yes, Mr Bolton?" I responded, then dipped my head again, unable to meet his piercing green gaze.

To my shock, he put a finger under my chin, and made me look up at him. His stern stare made me heat up inside. I widened my eyes, waiting for him to make his declamations.

He still hadn't let go of my chin, and I found myself staring at his lips as he spoke. "Well, young lady, your progress leaves much to be desired. You are aware of what will happen a few days later, aren't you?"

I swallowed. "Sorry, sir. I understand that the practical trials are about to start," I muttered. "We will climb the glass buildings."

The man nodded. "I'm not sure you'll be ready by then, from the looks of what you've got so far."

I tensed. "Sorry, sir, I — " I hung my head and glanced down at the big, crystal pendant resting on my chest. In a perverse moment, I wondered — and hoped — he would see my cleavage.

When I peeked up again, his face revealed neither lust nor guilt. But his eyes were unrelenting.

Nevertheless, he was the one who broke off eye contact first. He said, "Just keep working at it until you get there, all right?" He put a hand on my shoulder for a moment, and I gasped. The man tossed me a glance of concern, or annoyance, and then he was gone. I stared after him as he strode away.

Someone nudged me. It was the girl who was much faster than me in completing those math problems. She smirked. "You staring at his ass?"

My cheeks warmed. "I wasn't looking at anything."

The girl gave me a long once over. She smiled and said, "You have a nice figure, all right. A very nice figure. No wonder."

"No wonder what?" I demanded.

The girl, I believed her name was Odette, curved up her lips again. "You'll know." Then she plugged in her headphones, blasted loud music, and ignored me completely.

The next day, my classmates started doing the drills. I was amazed to see them clamber up the walls of a tall building with reflective surfaces. With supportive cables, of course.

I was one of the few students who didn't feel ready to climb, so I watched from down below. But it did get boring, and I yawned.

I received a rough tap on the shoulder. "Ahem."

I sighed. Of course it was Mr Bolton. This time, I met his gaze directly and forced myself not to look away. I would not be a coward. He said, "Castella, if you can't even pay attention to what your classmates are doing, how on earth do you purport to improve yourself?"

I shot him a snide smile. "Improve myself? Where?"

Mr Bolton's eyebrows shot straight up as he no doubt knew what I was referring to. But he couldn't take a joke, so his lips hardened into a line. "It's time to take your studies more seriously."

"Or else you'll do what?" I quipped.

Our staring contest was intense but brief.

Odette burst into the scene, to my frustration. She made an innocent face as she said, "Mr Bolton, there's been an accident."

"Already? Christ." The man slapped on his helmet before striding towards the glass building.

I pursed my lips and Odette chuckled, her brown hair tumbling down her shoulders as she released it from her hair tie. I blinked. I was used to Odette wearing her hair in a ponytail. She had always been cute, but with her hair down like this, she was stunning.

But then Odette snapped her fingers in front of me. "Earth to Castella. Like what you see?"

I set my hands on my hips. "Cut it out." But my cheeks warmed at her insinuation.

Odette piped up again, "It's okay if you like both boys and girls, you know?"

I shot her an annoyed look. "Of course, but you're so — "

"Pretty?" she answered.

"Arrogant," I corrected. I shook my head at her and stalked off back into the classroom, not caring if I would be all alone inside.

***

After a long brooding session in the deserted, dimly-lit classroom (dim because I didn't turn on the lights and only relied on the corridor lights), I arrived to see classmates leaving the scene already.

Mr Bolton was quarrelling with Odette and jabbing a finger at her. But she just looked suave and confident.

I caught the tail end of their conversation. "Stop spreading these filthy lies about me," Mr Bolton declared.

Odette still looked smug. "They weren't lies. I heard them with my own ears."

He jutted out his chin. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

I butt in at this point. "Can I interrupt?"

Odette's pretty smile widened, while Mr Bolton looked — guilty?

"How much of our conversation did you hear?" Odette asked me with a jovial air. I swore that she puffed out her chest a little, as if inviting me to check out her breasts. She was wearing a thin, lilac shirt, with some odd diaphanous material that was almost scandalous but wasn't.

Nevertheless, I had the unbidden image of me grasping her plums in my hands, and making her groan with pleasure. I blushed. I knew that I liked girls too, but I wasn't very public with this, and I had never done anything with other women before, though I certainly had fantasies.

Odette's clear voice rang out. "I just told our wonderful instructor that I've heard suspicious moaning noises, wet slapping noises, and more than one girl dashing out with a sheepish face after meeting with him in his office, with her clothes a little rumpled."

Mr Bolton grumbled. "You're making things up. Did you actually speak with those girls to confirm anything?"

The pretty brunette laughed. "When I asked them what happened, of course they insisted it was nothing, and scurried away from me as far as their little legs could pump." She snorted. "Ha, pump."

It was atrocious to hear this, and I glared at both of them, not knowing what to believe. It wasn't the first time I had heard of male teachers having sex with their female students, presumably to offer course credit or a raised grade. College was hard for everyone, after all.

Yet, I had thought Mr Bolton was one of those strict men who would never succumb to such bribery.

Even while I thought this, my heart raced at the possibilities.

Odette sent me a sly look. But she flipped her hair, which was surprisingly shiny, and said, "Hmmph, talk to you later. I'm going home. I have work to do."

As Odette's footsteps faded into the distance, Mr Bolton whispered, "Castella, come to my office."