The Teacher

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Aaron POV

Hell yeah! I finally made my move. From the way she looked at my abs to the way she let me kiss her, I knew I had her wrapped around my finger. I wasn't about to treat her like some old hoe off the street. She needed to be treated like a queen and obviously her little husband of hers wasn't doing a good job. I mean hell, he'll be in the picture but I'll be fucking her not him anyways. I smiled to myself as I got into my car. It was actually Uncle Sam's but he gave it to me because I was doing a "great job". He's away on his little vacation for a couple months with his new fuck buddy. At least it's not me. Thank GOD! So I got the whole house to myself. It's bout time. Let's get this party started

Jewel POV.

Okay so I didn't cheat right? It was just a small kiss... With MY FUCKING STUDENT! I hit the steering wheel with my hands. I feel so guilty right now. But did I lead him on? I know I was looking at his abs and stuff and he probably got the wrong idea. Right? But I need dick. I really do. Vibrates and sex toys don't compare to a real dick. Oh but how his lips were so soft and tasted so sweet. I wondered if his dick tasted the same?
NOO! Jewel! What the fuck are you saying? You have great looking husband and beautiful kids... But.... Shit....

Monday Morning

"Good morning class." I smiled warmly at them.

"Morning Professor. " They replied in sleepy tones.

"Got no sleep huh?"

"Hell naw. I was up doing homework all night." Raven spoke.

"Hmmm...." I looked at the two empty chairs that belonged to Tyrell and Aaron. Please God let them come I prayed silently in my head.

"Well let's see. How about we all just put our heads down for the whole class."

"Fa real?"

"Yes fa real"

"Damn. Thanks Professor." A whole lot of thank yours went around the room and they put there heads down. I excused my self to go to the bathroom. I had on the tightest pencil skirt I could find and a white high low button up shirt. On my feet was a pair of white heels. My hair was flat ironed and my makeup was done lightly. My husband didn't approve of my outfit but who really gives a fuck about what he think. I went out the bathroom and guess who I bumped into? Tyrell and Aaron. Aaron smirked at me and looked me up and down. That's exactly what I wanted from him.

"Damn Professor." Tyrell mumbled under his breath and his eyes lit up.

"Y'all late."

"My bad. My car broke down."

"Mhm. Car my ass."

"Hell yeah yo ass" Aaron smacked him on his chest.

"Tyrell , can me and Aaron talk alone?"

"Sho." He walked passed me and I knew he turned around to look at my ass. I mean who wouldn't.

"You wore that fa me?"

"Maybe.." He had on white pants, a white true religion shirt and white Timbs. Both of his earrings were in his ears and a gold chain dangled from his neck.

"And maybe I liked the kiss you gave me and I wanted more..." I fingered the tattoo on his sideburn. His hands squeezed my ass roughly and pushed himself into me. I moaned into his neck at the feeling. I flicked my tongue across his neck and bit on his earlobe as he continued to dry hump me on the wall.

"Ughh" I moaned as I felt my self getting wetter by the minute. We shared a a long tongue filled kiss and pulled away. I bit my lip and fixed my hair. He pulled down his shirt and straightened out his SnapBack. His eyes were filled with lust and love and so were mine. I knew what I had in stored.