The Teacher

11-Details please

Layla

Michael pumps his fingers in and out of my sex and then brings them to his lips licking Them.

"Damn Layla. You taste incredible."
He smiles against my neck and massaging my breasts.

I couldn't take much more of this.

I turn around ripping his fingers from my vagina and smashing my lips on top of his.

His lips and mine fight against eachother as his teeth sink into my bottom lip, smearing my lipstick all over his face.

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About a half hour passed before we called It quits.

No we didn't have sex.

Sadly. Although I really wanted that Jackson dick....

Reason why?

He said he didn't want to ruin his marriage.

What the actual--

"Layla." He says fixing his tie.

"Yes?" I ask irritated and horny.

"I'm sorry we couldn't do the deed today." He says apologetic.

"No problem."

"You obviously have a problem with it."

"And you have a problem with teasing girls. Mentally AND physically!"

He raises his eyebrows and licks his lips looking at my sex through my jeans.

I cross my legs and flip him off.
"Oh come on Layla." He says
Holding his arms out.

I wanted to run into those arms but my mental restrained me.

"You need to learn not to tease girls." I say.

"And you need to learn to respect your teacher Ms Beckett." He retorts.

More of Mr Jackson was showing than Michael now.
This guy was really trying me...

I zip up my pants.

"Well call me when you learn to respect women."I say heading toward the door.

He places his hand on the door keeping it shut. "Let me go Michael." I say.

He takes my hands and turns me around once more so my back was against the door once again as he pins my arms up above my head.

"I'll learn after another session?" He asks.
I roll my eyes and smirk.

"Only because you're hot."
I whisper.

"Oh darling I am much much more." He says kissing my neck.

And he isn't wrong.
But-

"I don't want to have sex with you in my classroom Michael."

"Why not? Your body would make a nice accessory to my desk."

Oh my damn.

Quick Layla think of a come back.

"And your penis would look great on my wall."

Wtf did I just say?

Oh well it was a come back. Michael raises his eyebrows and chuckles.

"*sigh* fine. But next time Miss Beckett."

He slaps my ass helping me back into my shirt.

"Next time I won't be as Leniant Miss Beckett." He says touching my lips.

I roll my eyes and peck him on the cheek.
"Neither will I."

I say leaving his classroom to be greeted by Ebony.

"Hello Layla." He says smiling.
My eyes widen.

"H-hi Eb. Uh shouldn't you be at lunch?" I ask fixing my blouse.

"What were you and Mr Jackson doing in there?" She Alaska as I shush her.

"Nothing." I lie.

"Lay I thought you were better then this."

She eyes me up and down.
"I know when someone has had sex and you fit the profile Layla."

I roll my eyes to try and hide my embarrassment.

"Oh my god you DID?!" Ebony questions as I yank her into the nearest bathroom.

"Omg Layla I need details right now!!! Was he good? How many times did you--his big is his-"

I place my hand over her mouth and chuckle.
"It is not the time nor place to be talking about screwing my teacher."

Suddenly I feel my hand become moist.

"Eewww Ebony!"

She shrugs. "You were asking for it." She giggles.

"Whatever details later. I kind of left David in the lunchroom by himself." 

We laugh and then exit the bathroom.

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UNKNOWN

I press stop on my phones recording app and smirk.

I open the stall door of the bathroom and tap my heel on the floor.

I chuckle to myself and go to my contacts on my phone.

I chuckle again as the line rings and a female voice picks up.

"Hello?" She asks.

"Lisa Marie Presley-Jackson?" I ask.

"Yes this is she. Who Is this?"

I sigh into the receiver.
"Lets just say someone who has something to say about your husbands recent behavior."

To be continued...