Chapter 9 - THE CUPBOARD (18+)

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After last nights antics I become nervous for the day to come as I get ready, I need to hold on to my confidence; I can't let it slip now

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After last nights antics I become nervous for the day to come as I get ready, I need to hold on to my confidence; I can't let it slip now. In order to make me feel more confident I decide to wear my denim mini skirt and a cropped tee over the top, it has a split right down the back so you couldn't wear a bra. Shame. I throw my hair in to a messy bun and do my normal mascara and lipgloss and leave.

After Casey telling me how sexy I look all morning, and how if she was in any way a lesbian I would make her "horny as fuck" my confidence grew even more, just in time for his lesson.

I walk in whilst chatting to Casey and don't look up until Im close to my seat, I don't want to look as if I was too interested. When I eventually glance to where Mr Ross is standing I notice his eyes travelling up and down my body, when his eyes meet mine he glares. I hold my breath. Hunger and lust fill his eyes and I'm not sure wether it makes me excited or nervous. A student calls his name and he struggles to pull his eyes away, but when he does I let out a big sigh of relief.

He is at the front teaching us about  Shakespeare's "The Merchant Of Venice" when the board goes off. He sits for a while, scanning the class for someone tall enough to reach the projector on the roof until his eyes fall on me. Shit shit shit. The hairs on my arm stand up. He glares at me and it makes me boil inside. I raise my hand smiling widely and offer to do it, he just raises an eyebrow and nods slightly.

I stand up and begin walking to the front of the class, my legs shaking underneath me but at least I look confident. I stop just under the projector, I look at him and smirk. His gaze becomes concerned; he doesn't know what I'm planning (even though I have no idea) I pull myself up so I'm standing on his desk, and reach upwards to press the button. I glance down to find him staring up, eyes wide; when I realise that he is looking at the fact I have a baggy crop top and NO BRA. Which you can see right up. My cheeks start feeling hot as I get embarrassed but I shake it off.

If he was going to be like that I'd make him regret it. I reach further, my top rising to expose a hint of under boob. He begins shuffling on his feet underneath me. I smirk and to top it all of grab his shoulders to help myself down, making sure my body slides down his before hitting the ground. He chokes slightly at my movement, and I ignore it and turn to sit down. Making sure to turn around and wink before taking a seat.

After a while of going through the scenes in the play he sets everyone off with a task and saunters over to where I'm sitting. He looks at me and I stare back at him, not backing down. He just smiles and says loudly "since you were such a good help at the start of the lesson, how about you help me grab the books from the cupboard Miss Hale". My stomach flutters as I rise from my chair once more and follow him towards the cupboard.

As soon as we disappear in to the cupboard out of sight of everyone else, his arms are either side of me; forcing me to press up against the wall. His breath is hot on the side of my neck, and a familiar tingle already starts to be felt in my pants. I think that was all until he begins to gently kiss down my neck and collarbones, without realising I arch my back so I'm closer to his body, allowing me to feel the bulge growing in his pants; making me let out a small moan.

This makes him look up from kissing my neck and down to where I'm gently grinding on the now quite large bulge in his pants, the feeling in my own growing causing my breathing to become faster. As he looks down it doesn't take him long to realise my erect nipples through my thin crop top. This causes him to smirk, which turns me on even more. He bends his head down to my ear and slowly whispers "you have no chance in winning whatever this is" and piles the books in my hands, walking out the cupboard. Leaving me now dripping wet, alone and wanting more.

Hey guys! My first try of writing like this! I'm loving writing the book and hope you are enjoying reading it just as much! Thanks for reading:)

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