John Doe (Teacher X Student)

A forever

                I don't know what the hell that girl was thinking, she's so childish. I can't believe her, I tell her to do one thing and she does the exact opposite. DAMN HER! I know I was being childish too, slamming the door and rushing out during practice. I hate how she affects me, this girl I've known for 2 years. This girl who's passed leaps and bounds and impressed me at every corner.

She was everything I had ever wanted. Someone who shared my interest, who understands my horrible humor, who makes me smile and laugh. She's so beautiful, she doesn't even realize that I abuse my power. When I give her a push her and there, or call her in too talk about the music or something I found funny or that made me think of her. God I hated this, loving her and not being able to show her. Her spending her time with "Tyler the tuba", what an idiot. He doesn't deserve her, he was a boy with too many hormones, probably only in the relationship with the idea of her body in his head. Fuck, her body! I swear if she gave her virginity to that little shit, damn I would hate myself.

Why am I this age, why can't it be me she runs up to and the one that holds her in their arms? I went to my car after rehearsal was over and sat there in silence. I'm either going home, or going out to drink. I didn't want to be even lonelier than I already was, so the former sounds better. I figure I'd wait for my house mate to get home and think things over until then. He should be moving out soon, only resulting in a sadder atmosphere.

I crave love, and I want to have that someone to hold at night. Someone to talk about the future with. A forever. The thought of being alone is honestly a fear of mine and I couldn't imagine wanting a life like that. She's what I want. I've found her and I won't let myself have her. And I'll have to live with that until society deems my feelings acceptable.

I drove home and didn't think of anything but the rhythm and notes that the classical station played. The continuous loop and patterns had me zoning out and I was completely focused at the same time. I made a few rights here and a left here and there and pulled into the driveway.

Home sweet home. I loved getting off of work to come here, especially after rehearsal lets out and I'm not surrounded with smelly children. They all look like they jumped in a pool with their clothes on, uhg. Except one of them. That one person who seems to shine and to always smell of flowers or a champagne fragrance. That person who always had her hair back but let's it down after practice and it tumbles in waves around her shoulders. Needless to say some have outgrown the awkward band geek stage.
I remember when I played in a marching band, me and my trusty baritone. I'd March with it perfectly or die trying too. I loved the feeling of those beautiful notes flying from my lips through the instrument to make music. I also remember sweating more than the crack of an ass. How I would love to be there now, marching beside them.
Those thoughts had me almost shed a tear. Though I then laughed at the thought. I could nearly imagine getting aggravated at whoever would be unfortunate enough to be around me. Poor unfortunate soul.
I walked through the living room to the stairs, once at the top I took a left and headed to my room. I changed into a plain white T-shirt and new boxers. I thought about going downstairs to watch TV but ultimately decided on the bedroom.
I lay in bed surrounded by my plush comforter and throw blanket which I preferred to sleep under rather than my comforter. I mean I really don't have time to make my bed, so why unmake it? I turned on some reruns of Scrubs and let it play while I thought.
I thought a lot about my situation and everything going on around us and ultimately if it was worth it. The last part seemed to be the only part I really believed was a positive. She turned eighteen soon, but then I'd be turning twenty six right after. It just seemed like a barrier no matter which way I turn, theirs no escaping this maze. But the out come, ohhh the outcome. I couldn't think of a better life than one with her by my side through the thick and thin. Id even gone so far as to imagine us as a family with some kids. Though the possibilities are slimmer than my chances of winning the lotto... Without buying a ticket. That bad. As I contemplated each and every emotion in my body I began to drift off into oblivion.
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I walked into my office and sat my bag down that held my laptop and other files that I organized before packing them into a folder I don't even glance at. I had told Diana that it was mandatory that she attend a few lessons and I was going too make sure too enforce the policy in order too better her. And our relationship.
She'd seemed kind of bitchy and resentful, it seemed to only happen when I was around. I would see her in the morning when she dropped off her instrument and would say good morning to her and whoever else shed decided to walk with (more often than not, Tyler). She usually ignores me and chats with them and exits not a minute later.
It seems all I know how to do is upset her, and it's the very thing I want least in this world. That and for Diana to fall for Tyler.
Diana walked in at that very moment and set her case down before retrieving her trombone. She didn't bother to look at me or say hello. She despises me. My stomach clenched almost as badly as my heart. I took a deep breath and grabbed my trombone I bought to practice with her. It was a cheap one but it still worked even if it didn't look like it would.
     "Okay, let's just start with basics and then we'll move on from there," was all I said. She nodded her head after she had it pieced together and was ready. I looked her over and maybe a little too obviously, noticed her black lace bra beneath her ivory blouse. It had me thinking of the different ways I could get it off her, and how I would love every second of all of them. She looked like a woman with her incredibly gifted attributes aiding in her appearance I couldn't doubt my attraction had I tried. But I'd already given up on ignoring it, I'd done it for the first year, and it was the worse of the two. She rested the instrument on her shoulder and her chest rose and fell with ease.
     "Bb scale, quarter notes and I'll mark time". I did exactly that and she played it almost perfectly. "You just need to take a bigger breath when you start out," that's all I could think of, so I had her play all of her major scales and she did just as well on those. Her lips looked pinched red after playing each scale, and I'd wished I had made them that way, directly. She had me thinking of all the things I wanted and all the things I couldn't have. How I'd love for her to just set the instrument down so that she could handle mine. I twitched in my pants as I started to get hard. Damn I could only imagine her hands on me, rubbing me through my pants before pulling me out to rap her lips around me. Fuck, I would have to stop thinking if I wanted to continue practice. But I couldn't.
     I stood and held the trombone in front of me so that my friend wasn't as apparent as it would be. "We'll continue practice another day, I have to take care of something I forgot about, you're doing fine playing wise". Once I said that I went to sit behind my desk and waited for her to leave. "Close the door would you?" Was all I said before she left.
     As soon as I heard the click I reached down in between my legs to rub my member. Shit, had she not worn that damn outfit I may of been able to keep my calm. But no, here I was acting like a hormonal teenager. I rubbed it for another minute before sliding my hand into my shorts and grasping my d*ck and pumping it slowly. Fuck! Her body was all I needed in my head. On my table, legs spread for me. Or sitting on my lap in this chair and rubbing herself against me. "Damnit!" Was all I could say before I began stroking myself harder and faster. I imagine myself kissing every part of her body and being surrounded my her scent and letting it capture me.
     Kissing up and down her neck just so I could slowly reach her lips. Her lips so plump after practice and sweet from whatever candy she'd snuck during class. Her mouth would open just enough for me to slide my tongue into hers to taste her even more. I moaned and stroked myself even faster. The thought of her had me close faster than ever before.
     Before I could let my mind wander further, the door opened. Standing there in nothing but her black lace bra and matching panties,she grinned. "Need some help"?
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