Only Bad Girls Get Good Grades

Ms.Jackson are you nasty?

"So. . . You were about to fuck then?" He asks. I nod and smirk at his choice of words. Mr. Way looks between me and freddy repeatedly.

"You're okay with it?"He asks, finally settling his glance on Freddy. Freddy scoffs.

"You really think I give a single fuck? And I would never rat on Ris. That would be an asshole move." I smile at him warmly. Its nice to know there was someone to trust in my life. Freddy is probably the most important person to me, seeing as I have basically no connection to my workaholic parents and my snobby little brat of a sister. Freddy is the only one who actually makes me feel as if I really do have a family.

"And Im sick of that sick fuck James." Mr.Way groans In annoyance with even the mention of his name.

"Lets not talk about him." I say quickly changing the subject.

"Meh, I cant really talk anyways. I was just wondering what took you so long."He says, a secretive glint in his eyes.

"Fucker, you knew what we were doing!" He backs up with his hands midway in the air in a surrender fashion.

"Hey, I was just worried. Later" He smirks and runs away down the hall. I feel Mr. Ways gaze turn back to me, before the door is shut and arms wrap around my waist.

"Now where were we?" He speaks out his words in a soft husky voice, flowing smoothly with a slight rough edge to it. I look into his eyes and smirk, my eyes squinting along with it. I grab the edges of his shirt.

"About here" I speak as I pull his shirt over his head again, tossing it to the side. I duck towards him for a kiss, But he puts a finger infront of my lips.

"Nu uh uh, We were farther than that, Ms. Jackson." He says As He pulls my shirt upwards and throughs it to the side, where it lands, dangling on a paint brush in a cup full of them.

He pushes us to the table where we laid down on it, him hovering over me. He takes his lead, kissing my lips in a quick fluid moment. The kiss was heated and passion filled. He moves from my lips to my neck, leaving kisses down my chin and my neck. I run my hand through his raven colored hair. My slightly parted mouth is emitting small moans at the pleasurable feeling of him sucking on my neck. When feel his lips leave my neck, a cold spot lingers in the wet spot. He sits up, straddling me as he begins to unbutton my jeans and slowly slide them down my legs, me only able to help my lifting up a bit. I look at him and decide to do the same to him, pulling his pants off his heated body and letting it touch the could air around us.

Once we were left in undergarments, he continued to straddle me as he got back to heatedly kissing me. His tongue was intertwining with mine. I feel his bulge press against my thighs, which are currently squeezed together.

Soon, we were purely naked, his and my clothes were sprawled acrossed the room. He finally looked into my eyes with an lustily animalistic expression.

"You sure you wanna do this?" He asks, looking into my eyes. I just nod, unable to speak. He nods and murmurs an okay and lining himself up with my most sensitive area. He slowly presses forward, moaning out the words "so tight" as he does. I moan and decide to bite his neck, definitely leaving a mark. He slowly starts thrusting in and out, his hips lifting and sinking with a smooth rhythm that gets faster as we go. Soon we are like animals, moaning and grunting in pure pleasure as we get closer and closer to our high.

In pure ecstasy I practically yell out his first name in a moan as he moans out mine when we both reach our ecstasy. He pants out harshly, attempting to catch his breath as he pulls out of me. As he lays out next to me on the art table, I start to worry.

Holy fucking shit. I just fucked a teacher.

Im a slut. I've got a boyfriend and I just went and did this with a teacher. What kind of person does that?

I hop up, pulling on my clothing as quickly as I can. I'm panicking. IM PANICKING!!!

I look at him who is looking at me with confused eyes that are layered over the hurt.

" What's wrong Ris?"He asks while standing and pulling his boxers on.

I pull my shirt on and back up towards the door.

" I-I I'm sorry" I manage to stutter out before running out the door to escape those big, sad, Hazel eyes.