Fucking My Teacher

Monday came around and all too soon classes had ended. I waited outside Mr Meyers classroom not knowing where I was supposed to go. After the last of his students had left, I knocked on the door and entered without waiting for an answer. Mr Meyers looked up at me from his desk. "One minute, Lexi. Let me just put these books away."

"Sure. Whatever. Take as long as you want." I crossed my arms as I waited. "So what now? We doing this in here?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Erm...no. I was thinking of going somewhere more comfortable and less...schooly. Like your room or mine. If that's okay with you?" He reminded me of a shy, flustered school boy as he spoke. He sounded almost nervous. "Yeah, sure. Mine will do." I really didn't like where this was going. Now I was going to be with him in close proximity. In my room. Studying English. Ugh. I seriously hate school.
We both left the classroom as soon as he had finished up and headed for my room. It was a good job I'd just tidied up the previous day, I thought to myself. I held my breath as we entered, not knowing what he was going to say. "Huh. Its exactly like mine. And spotless too." Meyers gave me his wide grin again before walking to my couch and sitting down. He reached for a book from his black briefcase bag. "Right. Come here and sit down and we'll get started." He patted the space on the couch next to him. I hid my nervousness and sat down. I could feel his body heat as he began opening the book and teaching me about Shakespeare. His blue eyes would stare at my hazel ones and made it very hard to concentrate on what he was saying. "So, do we have Shakespeare on our final exam?"

"Yes so pay attention. Now the play most likely to be on your exam is Romeo and Juliet so I need you to read this book and I'll be questioning you about it tomorrow. Okay?"

"Yay can't wait!" I said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes at him. He gave me a mock slap on the hand. "Stop it. This is serious. You don't want to fail do you?" He gave me a stern look that made me burst out laughing. "I'm...sorry...its just...you can't pull off a serious look to save your life." I said in between laughs. "Oh you think that's funny? You think that's funny?" He began tickling me, causing me to double over laughing with tears streaming down my face. "No! Stop, please! I'm sorry." I tried to escape his grasp but only ended up falling on the floor and because Meyers still had a hold on me, he too, fell on the floor. Directly on top of me. His hips were in between my open legs. The memory of his hard body pressed against my back surfaced. I had felt his arousal that night when he had grabbed me in the bushes and that made my body start throbbing as he lay on top of me now. I was sure he could feel it because he went quiet and just stared down at me. Everything went still and quiet. It felt almost normal. Like he wasn't my teacher at all but just a guy that I...liked? Fancied? Flirted with? I don't even know what to call this. All I know is that it was wrong. So why did I like it so much?

Meyers shifted slightly on top of me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Um...we should.. " I trailed off. Meyers didn't make any indication to move. "Meyers?" I whispered. He smiled. "I told you to call me Jonathan when we were alone." He whispered back. "Okay...Jonathan." He smiled as I used his name then quickly stood up, dragging me up with him. He held my hands in his a few seconds longer than necessary. Awkwardly, I dropped my arms to dangle by my side. "Thanks for tutoring me. I'll read that book tonight." My voice shook a little and arousal spread through my body. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to kiss his luscious lips and jump his bones. But that could never happen. I walked Jonathan to my door and watched as he walked a few steps down the hall to his own door. He paused before entering. "If you need me, don't hesitate to come in." I nodded and smiled. He smiled back and entered his room. I closed my door and leant against it. It was getting really hard to resist him. How long could I last before I made a move? At the way I was feeling now, I knew I couldn't last long at all. I need to separate myself from him emotionally. That's it. That's what I'll do. Its the only way.

I know this chapter was rubbish. Ive got a bit of writers block so I'm just trying to make up whatever I can. Comment any ideas
Thank you :)