"One more word, and I'll tell the principal to suspend you Ms. Talkative." Mr. Konecki's eyes are already sharper than knives.
Why is he so fucking mad at me?!
"I-"
"Everyone dismissed, except you Ms. Adkins." Mr. Konecki held his jaw and wiped away the beaded sweat from his forehead.
"I'm so disappointed with you..." He mumbled under his breath before he went to his table.
Really?
He fixed his things as the rest of the class went out.
"Ehm." Mr. Konecki cleared his throat as soon as we both are left alone.
I uncomfortably pulled down my skirt to cover my slightly trembling knees.
"Come here." Mr. Konecki comanded.
I carefully stood up and sat across him.
"First, dress your age." His eyes are glued to my eyes as mine was slowly transferring to his pink lips.
Adele?!
"I'm sorry, but this was your school's stupid idea." I tried to be respectful as I can but this old angry man in front of me was really draining my patience out.
"Watch your language Ms. Adkins, I ain't like your shitty squads." He huffed.
"I'm just telling the truth, this wasn't my choice in the first place tho." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
"Did you just roll your eyes on me Adele?" I never heard such a terrifying voice like Mr. Konecki's and it really shook my world.
I gulped hard as I saw how his face turned into a bright tomato color again.
"Answer me."
"I-I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean it..."
"Yes or no?"
"Y-yes..."
"I'll let this pass for now. Know your limits Ms. Adkins." He said sternly.
I just nod and bit my lower lip.
"Second, I don't need stubborn students in my class. Prove to me what you've got before you nonsensically chitchat with your friends." He raised his left eyebrow.
What a judgemental retard beast...
"Yes sir." I nod my head without making any eye contact with him.
"I hope we're making things very clear, Ms. Adkins." Mr. Konecki flashed a fake ugly smile that really ruined my entire existence.
"Very clear."
"Excuse me?"
"-sir..." I was forced to lift my head and look at him.
So much hate for this man
"Let's not waste each other's time, you may go." Without any word, I stood up and finally left that bloody hell room.
A very lucky day indeed
S
God! What was that?! I never in my life have been attracted to a student. Worst, my student!
I tried my best to be more beasty as I can, but hell! Why did the botton of her uniform needs to be undone?
Fuck it Simon!
I've seen a lot of almost bare legs here at school, but never had anyone can beat Ms. Adkin's. Her pale skin matches her rosy cheeks and plump limps. Not to mention her perfect figure that goes well with her unique personality.
How I wish I was her age...
Shit...
"Can you just not?" I looked down below and saw my full erecting manhood.
How can a simple girl have this effect on me?
*ring ring ring*
"Hello?"
"Hi Simon, are you going to start today?"
"Oh yes madame, I'm on my way..."
Finally, a way to distract me from my dreamy illusions.
***
A
"You won't believe it mum! My professor in Chemistry is a fucking asshole!" I bursted as I sat on the couch.
"Delly..." Mum warned me.
"I'm sorry mum, but he's a real bitch. I don't know what's his fuckin problem with me." I rolled my eyes and furrowed my eyebrows.
"Honey, I think he was just concerned about you." Mum sat beside me, setting down my juice.
"Concerned my ass. Why don't we just go back to Tottenham mummy?" I complained.
"Everything will be okay my baby-" we were both cut off when the door bell rang.
"I'll get it. Be ready for your piano class honey." Mum went to the door as I went usptairs to grab my things.
Mum hired a piano tutor for me to develop my piano skills even more. I'm living my mother's dream and I am very honored by that.
As I was about to set my feet at the last stair, I was already pissed off again.
You must be fuckin' kidding me!
"Adele?"
"You know my daughter?"
"She's my student in my Chemistry class..."
Mr. Simon Bitch Konecki...
I love my life!
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أدب الهواة"Teach me things I never knew Mr. Konecki..." And without any further do, he gently but lustfully pushed her against the edge of his desk. The slow flipping of her school skirt's seam, his worth body shivering touch on the inside of her thighs and...