The Teacher

9- A Secret

Layla

The next day was so uncomfortable.

I shouldn't have come to school.

His was a mistake

Should I have called in sick?

Yes.

I bite on my eraser staring into space. Lost in my thoughts.

David didn't come to school today. I wonder where he is.

Did I say something?

Dammit I probably made him suspicious about me and Mr Jackson.

Wait. What's there to be suspicious about!?

Many things.....dammit Layla.

"Anyways class. Has anyone seen Mr Green?" Michael asks looking at me and licking his lips.

I immediently felt blood go to my sex. This man is trying me.

I raise my hand. "Mr Green Said he was "EXHAUSTED" after a late night last night and said e couldn't come today." I smile as he gets the hint.

He squints his eyes.
David and I obviously did nothing. I'm just doing it to Piss Michael off.

"Okay." He says firmly.
I look over at Ebony as she shakes her said making a-wow Layla wow- kind of face.

The bell rings as I get my stuff to leave.

I'm always the last one out so the kind of sucked that i sit in the back of the classroom.

I throw my backpack over my shoulder and head toward the door.
Only for Michael to close it and barricade It with his built body.

Fuck....
"Can I help you?" I ask.

"Did you screw David?" Michael asks.
I roll my eyes. "Why do you care? And no. I'm not a slut."

He grabs my shoulders and turned us around so now my back was against the door.

Well isn't this position familiar?
"Because.. I like to look out for my students." He says inching closer.
He bites his lip softly. I want those lips. What will it hurt?

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a passionate kiss.
He kisses me back placing his large hands on my hips. Pushing me against the door.

I turn us around as he push eachother around the room. He enters his tongue into my mouth as our tongues swirl until my back slams against the desk.

I lean my head back as he kisses down my neck setting me on top of the desk wandering between my legs.

I hook my legs around his waist and continue to kiss this unreal man.
Michael starts to lift up my shirt when I hear a knock on the door.

"Hello?! Mr Jackson?" I hear Nažańin's (Naz a neen) voice as she knocks on the door.

Michael releases himself from my embrace as I fix my lip gloss. I jump off Michaels desk and walk behind him as he opens the door for Nažańin.

"Hello Nažańin. Can I help you?" He asks.
Naz immediently makes eye contact with me and glares. Buttoning her unbuttoned blouse.

"Yes. I need the homework for tomorrow. I don't think I'm going to be here." She puts on an innocent smile.

I shake my head and walk past Michael.

"Wait! Miss Beckett. I'm not done with you yet." Michael calls. I look back at him and fix up my makeup biting my lip slowly. He ain't getting the booty that easily.

I giggle and walk away as Michael lets Naz into his classroom. Shutting the door behind him.

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Michael:

I let Nažańin into my classroom. When her back was turned I quickly shoved my hand in my pants trying to fix mini Michael after he got all hard from Layla.

I take a deep breath and walk over to my desk getting the homework out of my desk.

"Which assignment did you need Nažańin?" I ask picking up some packets.

She places her hand on mine and takes the other one to lift up my chin to face her.

I look down to see her cleavage was basically thrown out of her blouse all over my desk.

The slut.

"Oh the only assignment I need to do. Is you Mr Jackson."
She says walking around my desk placing her hand onto my chest.

"Is you."

To be continued....