Forbidden (student/teacher love story)

Chapter 9

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Who am I living like~

Chapter 9

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“Sam. You really need to get your shit together. Stop fucking around with Eric and make up with Cid.” I barked at her when she finally decided to come back to our dorm. It was four in the morning, I was tired, and I spent hours deciding on how I should confront her.

“And you need to mind your own fucking business. I really don’t need your little ass in mine.” she bit back.

“Do you like Cid or not?” I asked her softer.

“No.” she said hesitantly.

“Oh really? So you won’t mind if I take him for myself?” I almost gagged at the last part.

“Anna. We all know you and Cid would never—in a billion years, maybe more—ever be together. Moreover, aren’t you...” she trailed off.

“Aren’t I what?!” I yelled.

“Nothing. Just fuck off.”

“No. I will not ‘fuck off’. You just expect me to stand around watching you guys stab each other's heart? I bet the only reason that you won't accept your own feelings or his for you is because you’re afraid it would ruin your friendship. Is that it?”

“No. Maybe. Yes..” she started sobbing.

“Oh Sammy.” I scurried over to her pulling her to me. “If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen. Stop worrying about it. You won’t know what might be if you never try.”

“What if he hates me after this?”

“Then I guess it wasn’t meant to be. Just give it a try.”

With a nod, she walked out of the room.

“Well damn. I didn’t mean at this second.” I mumbled to myself.

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The little lady was out all night, so I guess she and Cid are busy doing...each other. However, I should really finish that pottery project that is due next week. I pulled on a gray tank and kept my red plaid sleeping shorts on. I slipped on some white low cut Converse and a robot necklace. I threw on a red New York Yankees hat, grabbed my phone and headed out.

On my way to the pottery class, I couldn’t help but to stop by outside of his office to see if he was in there. He wasn’t. I felt just a little bit disappointed. Wondering where he was, I opened the door to the pottery class. I set up a station near the corner of the room facing away from the door and started my project. Suddenly, I felt strong arms around me. I gasped, and accidentally put a little too much force into my hands, destroying my art project. I turned around, surprised and ecstatic it was Chris.

“Look what you did!” I pouted. “My life’s work. Gone!”

“Aw. Love.” he mumbled as he nuzzled my neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Yea. Your sorrow is just radiating to me. I feel it. Deep in my gut.” I scoffed.

“I’ll make it up to you, love.”

“You better.” I replied still pouting.

“You still smell like strawberries you know.” he smiled into my neck. “You still owe me that kiss.” he whispered leaning into my lips.

“We can’t do it here...” I replied breathlessly.

“Where?"

“Your pick.” I blushed.

“My house.” he said smiling from ear to ear.

“Okay, but you better help me revive this piece of shit.”

“Your request is my command m’lady.”

He got to work, with his arms still around mine and with his chin at the nape of my neck.

“What’re you supposed to be making ma’dear?”

“The vase that we were supposed to finish last time capt’n”

“Ahh. How are you going to make me do all the work for you?”

“Because you ruined my masterpiece when you came up from behind like that.”

“It was so tempting. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Oh? What if I karate chopped your ass in half?”

“Then you’d have no one to help you with your project.”

“Well then.” I pouted. He leaned in and tugged on my lower lip with his teeth.

“Love, I can’t resist you when you pout like that.” he continued to tug at my lower lip until I leaned in and kissed him. His tongue quickly begged for an opening by sliding along my bottom lip. I opened my mouth ever so slightly to let his tongue through. He caressed my tongue with his and I started sucking on his tongue. I turned my body completely around, putting my arms around his neck and pushing him to the ground. I straddled his legs with mine and continued kissing. His hands slid down to my ass and gave a squeeze before sliding to my breast. He groped them gently before teasing my nipples through the thin tank top and bra. I felt the nips hardening and felt a longing at my sex. I let out a moan of disapproval when he pulled away from my lips

“Let’s get out of here.” he suggested grabbing my waist. I nodded. He stood up and pulled me up along with him pulling me into his arms.

“Just let me change.” I said pointing out that he had gotten clay on my breasts, ass, and back.

“No need, love.” he said as he stepped back and slipped off his sweatshirt and pulled it over me. It stopped just under my buttocks.

“Someone’s impatient.” I teased.

“Baby you made me wait long enough.” He mumbled wrapping an arm around my waist pulling me back into his arms. He trailed his lips up and down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.

“Good things comes to those who wait.” I managed to moan out.

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