Teacher (PART2)

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"Is it bad that I have a kink of student x teacher?" I had asked him. All he did was wink and say, "Hey, that might come along real soon. Ya never know."

My face flushed red when he winked at me, this time in the class. "I know exactly what you're thinking." He said, leaning on his- Mrs. Febreeze's desk.

"S-Shut up." I said, taking my own seat, thankfully in the very back where he couldn't tease me, which I just knew he was going to try.

The second bell rang and I looked away, waiting for him to start teaching. "Alright class." He said, walking to the back of the room, his eyes set on me.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, his gaze only turning me on more. "Today is a free day, so you go on and do whatever. As long as you don't leave the building. My personal permission."

Every single kid left, and as I stood he placed one hand on the back of the chair, and the other on the desk, blocking me in.

"M-Mark, this is school, we can't do this here." I said, my cheeks even redder than before.

"The doors locked, no one will get in." "S-Some one will hear us." "Foam padding. Sound absorbant walls." "Someone​ will see us." "Curtains are down." "People can S-Stop through them." "Shades are shut."

I struggled to find something else. I knew that not only I would be in huge trouble, but he would not oy loose his lisence, but he would be marked as a petafile.

I gasped when it came to me. "The p-phone! The phone!" I said excitedly, sure I had won.

"Mrs. Golland accidentally broke the line over summer break and no one can fix it until Thursday." I slumped in my seat, defeated.

"Mark... I don't want you in trouble." I said, just letting him have it. "Pffh. I wouldn't be in trouble even if they found us."

"W-What? How?" "Because we are not only both of age, and in a relationship, but one, it's not rape, and this school doesn't give a damn about anything. They'd probably write it off and pretend it never happened."

"Are you sure?" He tilted my head up, kissing my forehead. "Jack. I promise you. I would never do anything if I knew that it would cause you grief."

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