Dirty Deeds

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-Next Day-
I was on my way to school with my best friend, Sydney. "Did you do Coach Harris homework?", she asked as she skipped to the pace I walked. "Yeah, I stayed up until like 2 trying to finish all the homework, I got from different teachers. Why? You need the answers?", I asked, turning to look at her. "I just need one. I couldn't get the answer to number 5.", she answered as we heard someone call my name. I turned to see who it was, and seen Whitney walking up to me at a rapid pace. "I need to talk to you.", she commanded in a stern tone. I met her half way, and stopped in front of her. "Yeah?", I asked, seeing what was so urgent. "That shit you pulled yesterday was unnecessary," she started, "Andre and I are meant to be together, and when you see us alone, you never EVER interrupt us." I stood there completely flabbergasted. "Um, what do you mean?" I asked, trying to see how serious she was. "You know what I mean. You walked in to talk about a stupid grade." I gasped at her choice of words and realized what this was all about. "Whitney... I was just trying to talk to him about a 70 I ma-," I started, but got interrupted. "Stay. Away. From. Him. Nobody wants a slut like you.", my eyes watered at what my ears just heard. She scoffed at me before walking off, and I ran off with the tears burning my eyes. I ran all the way to school, trying to make it to the bathroom as fast as possible. I pushed people out the way, when I entered the school. The words kept ringing in my head. Was she going to start messing with me on a daily basis for this? Did she hear what Ware and I talked about? If so, would she hold it against me?

I was dragged out my thoughts by buff arms catching me in their arms. I expected it to be my boyfriend, but when I looked up I saw Mr. Ware looking at with concern. He lead me into the class room, looking around to make sure no one seen, and closed the door behind us. "What's wrong?", he started as he sat on top of his desk. I didn't know whether to tell him, and be a snitch, or just lie and go on with my day feeling miserable. "Whitney..", I started, but choked over my words. "S- she called me a slut, because I accidentally interrupted..... You guys yesterday.", I confessed. "I've never been called such a name before, or even been thought so low of before.", I sighed. "Aaliyah. How do you see yourself when you look in the mirror?", he asked as he moved closer. "Well, when I look in the mirror, I see.... A strong smart girl who knows what she wants...", I said as I looked down, seeing where he was headed with this. "When you described what you see every time you looked in the mirror, no where in that description did I hear slut," he started now standing in front of me, "and what I mean by that is that if you already know who you are, no one else can describe you.", I slowly looked up at him as he took me into his grasp, and pulled me closer, holding me by my lower back. He looked down at my blushing face, and gently rubbed it with his free hand. "You're smart enough to know what I want, right?", he asked in a deep voice. I nodded as he squeezed my ass. He picked me up and put me on his desk, then he walked over to the door and closed it. "Are you sure nobody will know?", I asked. "I'm positive.", he whispered as he slowly unbuttoned my skinny jeans. "I'll just get a taste... this is part of your contract. If it's good, then I'll take you. If not, I'll just flunk you.", he smiled as he pulled down my jeans along with my panties. "Be gentle...", I muttered out. "I'll do what I want", he said as he pried my legs open, giving him space to put his head. I breathed out as I felt his finger rub against my clit, instantly making me wet. He preceded to push down on it, causing me to jump. "Lay down.", he instructed. I did as told and felt him begin to suck and pull on my clit. "Ahhh... Don't do-", "I do what I want.", he interrupted. I felt his wet, thick tongue lick across my entrance. I started to hyperventilate, I craved him. Without warning, he smashed his tongue inside of me like it was his own penis. I felt him press against my walls, making me grip his dreads. "Mr.Ware..", I moaned. I felt him grip my waist as his tongue thruster inside of me. I bit down on my lip as I became wetter by the second. I felt him pull his tongue out and replace it with his finger. "Hmm... Tight and tasty...I'll have fun with you...", he said as he moved his finger roughly inside. I squirmed and arched my back as he licked and sucked on my clit again. I breathed out as I felt myself about to reach my peak. "Oh my...", I breathed heavily. "Hm...you're about to cum? ah...I wanted to play more.", he whined. He was right, my walls were loosening up, I couldn't hold it in much longer. "I'll just stop.", he said as he pulled his fingers out. "That's...it? I thought you'd be rougher?", I asked. "I bring the unexpected. Next time I'll probably show you what God blessed me with.", he winked. I blushed as he slowly lifted me off his desk, and I felt my legs shaking when I stood on my own. I fixed my panties and jeans, and sat down until the shaking stopped. I looked at him, "how many times would you be expecting to do... This?", I asked out of curiosity. "Whenever I want you. I'll call you out of class when, I absolutely need you.", he said. I blushed at the thought, a heard him open his mouth to speak again, "and with the way you taste and how tight you are, I won't be able to get enough of you.", he said with a slight chuckle. I slowly stood, and looked at him. "I should get to my first period.. I'll see you in 6th, Mr. ware.", I said heading towards the door. "Call me Andre.", he demanded. I turned and looked at him one more time and seen him smile as I opened the door and stepped out to begin my day.

I couldn't concentrate on my school work, thinking of what happened this morning. I couldn't get the way he ate me out, out my head. I blushed at the thought, and crossed my legs. "Psst.", brandon said, snapping me out of my lewd thoughts. "Babe. Can I see your paper?", he asked. I sighed and handed my paper over. He took my paper, and I got caught back into the thoughts of Mr. Ware. I started bouncing my leg to not be so stuck on him but, nothing took him off my mind. I love the feeling he gives me and all he did was eat me out... What will happen next time when he really shows me what God blessed him with? I looked over at Brandon and sighed as the guilt started to kick in. I had to keep my grades up, but I can't hurt Brandon. I can't let him find out that I'm sleeping with my teacher... Or that my teacher pleases me better than him...