Is this love or just lust, sir?

The adventures of Tina Riley and her student teacher

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With my hair scraped back into a messy pony tale with a few strands framing my face, bare minimum make up and an empty stomach threatening to rumble- I found myself stop outside Mr O'Miles house.

As soon as I had peeled my eyes open, untangled my body from my bed sheets and had a dozen of flashbacks from the night before hand- I had been rushing round my bedroom struggling to swallow the small amount of pride I had left to rush round to my history teachers house. After slipping on my electric blue skinny jeans, white and black stripped top with cut out shoulders and my trench boots I was zooming down the stairs trying not to give into the anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I had swallowed a few aspirins before going to bed so a headache hadn't greeted me this morning- but choosing b

Raising a shaking hand I pressed the doorbell, waited a moment, then slammed my finger against the buzzer again before standing awkwardly by the front door. How do you even stand at a closed front door without looking slightly awkward?

Using my hands to tap a gentle rhythm on my jeans I started replaying the previous nights events, not a moment of the conversation between Mr O'Miles had been able to leave my mind. Normally I found it hard to replay a memory word for word, but it was like seeing it on the big screen. The look in his face- like stone, cold hard and emotionless.

A few more minutes passed before I pressed the bell again. And then again- why wasn't the door being opened? Mr O'Miles had gone home, hadn't he? Where else could he of gone? Pursing my lips, I swirled on my trench boots and started to head back down the path an annoyed grimace on my face.

"Did you want anything?"

There stood Mr O'Miles himself, his essex accent making me do a 180 turn on the spot. The relief and dread than ran through my body had me open my mouth and close it again like a goldfish. My eyes were glued to his face, but only once he had finished his sentence and his jaw had clenched I took in his whole body.

He was in long blue and white checkered PJ bottoms. And that was all.

A sculpted chest stared back at me, making me open my mouth again but unable to shut it this time. Starting from the small outline of a six pack, which was at the stage where you can see the muscles but it's not that defined, and leading to the top of his torso had explicit thoughts rushing to my virgin but dirty mind.

"Tina?"

My eyes snapped from the half naked teacher's body to his face which didn't even look amused at my ajar mouth and impressed reaction. Instead his brown eyes had small black circles under them explaining that he was obviously tried.

"Uh, hey, look about last night..." I trailed of, suddenly realising I didn't actually have a plan or any idea of what I was even going to say to Mr O'Miles. It was times like this that I wished I was the type of girl that was too busy doing my homework to score goals later in life rather than trying to score the guy who set the homework.

Did I honestly just think that?

Dear God, that guy takes of his shirt and I'm already thinking of taking more of his clothes off- my poor virgin mind is basically being raped by my own thoughts.

"Yeah...?" Mr O'Miles moved his hands in a fast forward motion to obviously speed up my speech. Either just to shut me up or get back to sleep.

It really didn't help that a guys sleepy voice is the sexiest voice ever. Mr O'Miles sleepy voice made me want to pounce on him right here and now.