All The Smut You Want

Scandalous

Teacher x Student

It had been months since our new teacher for Global Perspectives, came along. Gosh, all the girls have been all over him; chasing him around; lingering around him. It wasn't really a surprise. We had gotten a hot teacher for the first time in forever. He was so sexy with that 6'2" height and those dark black curly hair. Man I missed the time when he would make that sexy man-bun out of his gorgeous hair. His facial fractures were so angular and sharp and to top it off, he was deliciously muscular. Honestly, why did he bother to teach when he could make so much more money modelling? Not that I have a problem—he's my motivation for coming to school.

Every time that he'd come to our class, I'd get extra conscious about how I was looking. He's deep voice and that cocky attitude with that nerdy-ness turned me on that I had to press my thighs together to try to stop the throbbing that was caused in my vagina. I never thought, as a virgin, I'd be so much aroused by him.

Luckily, I was topping his subject. After all I needed his attention even though I knew that him and I will never happen and that it was illegal. But one day, as I was sitting in my maths class, bored, he came in and talked to our maths teacher. I quickly averted my gaze as he looked up at me. I was pretending to do a question when all of a sudden, his amazing voice entered my ears; "Sarah?" He said.

"Yes, Mr. Anthony?"

"I need you to come with me for a second, I've gotten the permission from your Mr. Gregory." I was amazed. I mumbled an 'alright' and packed my stuff and followed him out the door. That's when it started to happen. He started calling me out during my lessons and would talk about random presentations. He would appoint me as the head of the events under his jurisdiction and then we'd hang out more—alone. It was pretty amazing having him all to myself; listening him talk and him listening intently to me. It felt like we became friends. The logical side of me would say, "He's found potential in you and wants to see you succeed and lead." But the side of me that lived in a wonderland and would never cease to think fancy would say, "Girl, I'm telling you, he's got a thing for you." And needless to say, the fancy side of me was louder.

And then one day, during lunch break, Mr. Anthony called me to his office. As I followed him, I realised that rather than going to his office, we were going somewhere else. We reached the side of school which was rarely used—the side where the library and I.T.Lab was. Students weren't allowed to come here during lunch time. Mr. Anthony took me to the I.T.Lab where there was a huge table in the center. I went inside as he stood there, door opened for me. I heard him close the door and then he came and leaned towards the table, arms folded. Goddamn, those biceps.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" He asked.

"No?" I replied.

"Is that a question or an answer?" He snapped. What the hell? Is he angry? I shifted and firmly said a 'no'. He sighed.

"Well, I got an anonymous note that is... you should read it yourself." He took a note out of his pocket and handed it over to me. I opened it and saw that a small paragraph was written in sloppy, unrecognisable handwriting. It said:

"Dear Mr. Anthony,

People have been talking about you and Sarah meeting up together alone. You are a bright man, you'd know. I have no doubts in your character but being with Sarah for nine years, I can tell you that it's better if you stay away from her. She has had inappropriate relationships with teachers before and you seem like a good man. I am only trying to help you out. She fancies you and will make a move on you, soon. Sincerely."

Tears fell from my eyes as I read that. I was so embarrassed. It wasn't even true! "It's not true! I swear! Bel-believe m-me, I, I, I swear! Trust me! Pl-please..." I stammered as I sobbed. My vision was blurry with burning tears but I heard him say 'shush shush' in soothing sound and suddenly strong arms were around me and I was hugging him, my head against his flat chest. I weeped and weeped. After a minute or two, I stopped and pulled away. He then put his hands on my cheeks and wiped the tears away.