The Teacher

8-Confessions

LAYLA
I fix the rest of my clothes as Michael slides me behind him out of the bathroom.

He slides his hand around my waist.
He brings me over to the end of the hallway. "I had fun Ms Beckett."
He says seductively.

My lips were tingling and swollen from his rough but passionate kisses.
Did I enjoy it? Fuck yeah.
Will I regret it?
I'm not sure. I guess time will tell.

"Will I see you tomorrow in class Ms Beckett?" Michael smiles placing his hand on the side of my head.

I pant. "A-sure." I whisper.

He smiles and slaps the wall with his palm. "Until then." He says leaving.
I let out a long breath. Wow.

I nearly fucked my teacher in a Starbucks restroom.

Where did those sudden feelings of want and passion come from?

Damn hormones.

I can't screw with my teacher.
He's 28! I think.... and I'm 18!

That's 10 years.

But age is just a number. Doesn't cancel out ANYTHING.

I shake my head.
He was kissing me like he was hungry and he had been waiting a while to have me.

Once again. Damn hormones.

I walk back to my table with David as he is working on his chrome book and sipping his hot pumpkin spice latte.

"Hey you." He says looking up.

"H-hey." I say. His head tilts in confusion.

"Are you okay?" He asks. I sit down and warm my hands with my latte.

"Yes. Yeah I'm fine David." I spazz.

He shakes his head and sits back in his seat. "What happened with your hair? It looks like it got stuck in a hairdryer."

Wow. Nice fucking way to compliment someone David. Real gentleman.

"I um. Slipped on the floor."

"What did Mr Jackson want?" He asks interrogating me as if I did something wrong.

"H-he just wanted to ask me about some study help." I lie.

His eyebrow raises again and looks down at the rim of my pants. My thong was still showing.

"Anything about that?" He asks pointing.

"I had to use the bathroom after we were done talking." I say.

Well. I mean it wasn't completely a lie.we did USE the bathroom. Just not in a way he may think.

"Why are you questioning me?!" I exclaim getting angry. "Calm down Layla. Lets just finish our study session."

He says ushering me back to the seat.
I roll my eyes and sit down.

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Michael:

I drive back to my hell hole I call a home. Did she want me?