Mister Andrews ( teacher x student ) 18+

Detention

Mr Andrews pushed me down onto the bed, with some force, like he needed me right there, right then, it wasn't with such a force as to scare me but I could tell passion was coursing through him and he couldn't hold back.

His eyes aflame with lust, smashing his lips against mine he began gripping at my clothing, groping my body, rough and desperate to please me.

He lowered his mouth and began trailing kisses down my neck, licking and sucking on my sensitive skin, a moan escaping me as he found my sweet spot, i bit down on my lip as an attempt to suppress my whimpers.

I hadn't even noticed him slowly unbuttoning my shirt until it slid off my shoulders, leaving me exposed.

He immediately gripped my breast as he lowered his position to continue kissing my body, beginning at my waist and making his way up my body.

I closed my eyes, leaning back into my pillow whilst gripping the bedsheets, focusing on the feel of every kiss that touched my skin.

I was snapped out of the intense moment with the screeching sound of an alarm, opening my eyes and sitting up, I found it was just my phone.

Had that all been a dream? I'm out of control, i covered my face with my hands in embarrassment, leaning on my elbows.

Great start to getting over this crush of mine, I'd never had such a dirty dream, I groaned in annoyance knowing I'd have to face Mr Andrews in class later.

Forcing myself to forget the dream I'd just awoken from, i slipped out of bed and began searching for something to wear.

I picked out a cropped hoodie and a pair of denim shorts, surprisingly the outfit i'd worn yesterday did help with my confidence a little.

Besides the shorts were no where near as revealing as my skirt the other day, I decided on putting my hair up into braids and added a few little pink bows.

I entered the kitchen downstairs to a note that my Nan had left me 'have had to leave for work early, food in fridge! Have a good day'.

Walking over to the fridge and pulling open the door i found the same specially packed lunch box, smiling i placed the food into my bag.

I had decided to drive to collage today, as I'd planned on stopping at the cafe before my classes, I'd been craving a strawberries and cream frappe.

My car was a black Beats X Polo Volkswagen, with two stripes from the bonnet to the roof, one being red and the other a matte black.

After I'd parked outside I walked into the cafe, a familiar face catching my eye, it was Mr Andrews, he was waiting in line to order.

He was wearing a satin black suit jacket and trousers along with a white cotton shirt, unlike the days before his hair wasn't slicked back, but the scruffier look suited him.

I joined the queue behind him, praying he wouldn't notice me, flashbacks to his unholy state in my dream, causing my body to burn up.

Once he was at the counter he ordered a black americano, gross, before standing to the side and allowing me to order.

I avoided eye contact and payed for my drink, i could feel Mr Andrews gaze fixed onto me, i stepped to the side as well and waited for my frappe.

"Not gonna say hello to your teacher bells?" He smirked with his arms crossed over his chest, the nickname catching me off guard.

"Why? Did i hurt your feelings sir?" I responded, examining his facial expressions, he looked amused.

"Christian. You can call me Christian outside of collage" he offered, "and what if you did? You gonna make it up to me?" He teased.