Seducing Mr. Kourke

Chapter 1

Mr. Kourke pushed me against the locker. My head banged against the hard metal as I reached forward to grip Mr. Kourke's neck. Bringing him closer. I felt his hot intoxicating breath on my neck. He was so close that I could smell what he had for lunch that day. A cheese and ham pasta pot. Yup. My kinda guy. I tried to ignore the slight pong of his stale breath as I looked into his dark crossed eyes.

He looked down at me as he lowered his fat lips to whisper in my warm ear: "This is my swamp."

I moaned as I thrust my hand forward to stroke his hair. Only I couldn't feel any hair. I opened my eyes to find that his hairline was receding as if it was running away from his forehead. My heavens! I felt ambushed! Other people would find this disgusting but to me, it was an absolute turn on. I like men with no hairline.

I held tightly onto his scaly body as I lifted my legs to his limb hips. I held on, bringing his lips to my nape. I started to slip from his skinny shaft but I hung on onto dear life. His dry tongue traveled different parts of my nape and when he found my sweet spot I almost jumped to the heavens.

I gasped as I felt his rough hairy hands search my body with such intrigued eagerness. Our hot, clammy bodies pressed bindingly together made me want to shriek. This was almost like sex to me. This man was my drug. I want to hook Mr. Kourke with my mind, body, and soul...

I woke up. Third dream this week. I couldn't stop thinking about this. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I have to have him. By fire. By force. My mammy called loudly from the kitchen, asking me to come down if I was awake. I decided much as well- I can't be lazing around all day. I've got to do something. I got up and went to my wall. I decided on something tighter today. You know- something to show my non-existent curves. I normally wear skirts and a baggy jumper but I chose to wear a pair of tight fitting blue jeans and a chest hugging tee. I put a dash of Chanel No5. You know, so I can smell...nice. I was good to go so I jogged downstairs and poured myself some corn flakes but I poured it down the sink because I was far too nervous to eat. Today I was going to see him again. After 8 antagonistic hours without him. I was going to get what I wanted. And what I wanted was him.

I grabbed my bag and made my way to the door; only to take a double take, making sure I had all my books and my homework was complete. Especially his. Battle of Hastings analogy, a debate on the first English civil war and a write up on African Slavery. All done to my best ability. I nodded with approval. Each piece of work was 5,000 words worth.

"Nora?" I heard my mammy call. "Going so early? I thought I could make you some pancakes to start your day off," she said solemnly but quickly replaced her solemn attitude to a suspicious one. She raised an eyebrow. God damn.

"Where are you going, really?" she asked; curiosity growing in her voice.

"Nowhere in particular. Just school," I said quickly.

"Nowhere in particular. Just school," she repeated, folding her scaly arms. I sighed with detest.

"Yes, mammy- just school."

"Really, because you're quite early to me."

Quite early!- for the love of Kourke! This elusive swine will NOT let me go. Time to bring out the big guns. School work.

"Mammy, I have multiple essays due today. I want to get to school early just to get it done in time."

My mammy sighed an exasperated sigh before saying "Mr. Kourke called."

My head shot up immediately. Mr. Kourke called? About what? This pussy?

"He called to congratulate you on your achievements," she continues with a raised eyebrow, slightly suspicious.