Infatuation | Shawn Mendes

F O U R

The next day in class, Mr. Mendes found himself feeling guilty and ashamed as he looked at Brielle who sat peacefully in her desk, waiting for the lecture to begin. Brielle, however, was perfectly content having spent time alone with Mr. Mendes, and Ethan practically begging for her telephone number. She didn't mind his forward behavior, and although he seemed to pursue a relationship, Brielle saw it as another way to be around Mr. Mendes. Using his son was wrong, she knew, but the poor boy simply wished to indulge in her tan skin and enticing curves, and it would be incredibly rude to turn him down, would it not?

Brielle never got too close to men, anyways. She loved the flirting, the teasing, the game of infatuation. She planned on doing nothing with Ethan, but made no promises when it came to Mr. Mendes. She knew fully well that having any relationship past teacher and student with Mr. Mendes was a complete stretch, as he was not the type to cheat on his wife with a young girl, especially having a family of his own. Brielle knew it was wrong, but a little hopeful wishing never hurt anyone.

In present time, Mr. Mendes sat behind his desk as students continued to pile into the classroom, taking their seats. His elbow rested on the dark wooden table, fingers dug into his scalp as he worked quietly on grading assignments. He could not help but feel a pair of eyes on him, deep brown ones which he knew better than he should. But when he glanced up, Brielle was already looking back into her bag. He watched as she retrieved another lollipop from the pocket, peeling the wrapper off and popping into her mouth. Shawn shook his head to himself at her incapability of abiding by his classroom rules.

Mr. Mendes was off today, though. He knew it, and so did Brielle. The rest of the class went by slow, the clock ticking away almost endlessly. Every time Shawn glanced up at his students while explaining the new material, his eyes wandered back to her thick curls and pursed lips. And each time, the whole scene replayed in his mind -- her slim fingers, the infamous cotton panties, her jaw dropped in ecstasy, and he could only imagine the taste of the electricity running through her body as she shook in incredible pleasure.

He clenched his jaw, grabbing his water bottle off his desk and taking a sip each time he thought of the occurrence in his driveway, to snap himself into reality and continue his job. And by the time class was over, the bottle laid empty in the trash.

Class had drawn to a close, and Brielle and a few other students remained, packing their bags. The girl waited until the classroom door shut for the last time, leaving her and her teacher alone.

"Don't you have another class to attend, Miss Edith?" His voice was stern as he avoided eye contact with the girl approaching his desk, her small bag slung over a shoulder. She shrugged him off, placing one hand on her jutted hip, the other on the stick of her sucker.

Mr. Mendes' heart was pounding as he forced himself to look up at her. His eyes were first met with her ebony skin gently covered by a small red skirt, her cheeks blushing rose as she pursed her lips around the candy, making Shawn lose his mind. Filthy thoughts were endless as she began to speak. Her voiced drained out while he thought of her plump lips around his thick cock and how she'd look on her knees with her glowing chest in full glory for his sinful eyes and the way her eyelashes would bat playfully, teasingly as she'd --

"Mr. Mendes?" Her silky voice riddled with the slightest accent snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yes, I'm sorry, it's been a long day," he compensated as she pulled the lollipop out of her mouth for the second time to repeat herself.

"I just wanted to thank you for tutoring me," she whispered, licking the candy slowly, her eyes boring into his.

"Oh," he smiled softly, "no problem. But once again, there's just no eating in this classroom so either toss the sucker or take it outside."

Shawn looked back down at the menacing stack of papers to be graded, his pen skimming across the first sheet while his calloused fingers found solace in his thick mop of brown locks again.

"Why does it bother you so much?"

He set his pen down, looking up at her. She hollowed her cheeks as she continued to suck on the candy, staining her lips a shade of crimson.

"It just does, alright," he mumbled somewhat angrily as she continued to mock him.

"So it bothers you when I do...this?" She whispered, pulling the candy out from between her lips and swirling her tongue around it, her curly, black lashes dancing slowly as she closed her eyes. Mr. Mendes was taken back by her behavior, and although this scene wasn't new, for he had viewed it many times behind the closed doors of his mind, it had caught him off guard, and the sight was undoubtedly better than his imagination.

"Yes, it does." He spat, feeling his cock harden at the sight. She opened her eyes and let slip the slightest giggle. Mr. Mendes wanted to do nothing more than push himself out of his chair and push her back against the wall and take her by surprise and kiss the teasing grin off her face and taste the artificial cherry of her luring lips and let his mouth dance across her neck with a satisfactory feeling pounding in his chest as she whimpered for more while he felt every inch of her as she had done in the front seat of her car.

And he was determined to do just that.