Teacher | Mr.Bieber

Eight

"You're home a little late." I heard my mom as I walked into the kitchen.

"Um, yea. I stayed after school to talk to one of my teachers about my homework."

"Alright. Just let me know next time." I nodded and turned on the sink.

That was close. I took a deep breath. I'm honestly not liking this lying game anymore.

After washing my hands, I made myself some cereal and ate peacefully.

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Getting out the shower, I got a text from Emily.

From Em💗❕: yo-yo!

To Em💗❕: wssp?

From Em💗❕r u still up for that sleepover?

To Em 💗❕: I'm down!!!

From 💗❕: okay just to let you know we're going to a party so dress...less

To Em💗! : pants and a sweater. Got it

I laughed as I got dressed. I put on a white skintight skirt and a Nude Bralet and paired it with nude heels. I applied a decent amount of makeup and straighten my hair.

"Hey mom, can I go to Emily's place tonight?"

"That's fine." She yelled from the kitchen. I hurried and packed my bags and said my goodbyes before she saw my attire and make me change.

Walking next door, I rung the doorbell twice before someone opened the door. I looked up to see a pair of beautiful hazel eyes.

"Hi, Mr. Bieber, may I come in?" As soon as I said that, he grabbed my waist and pulled me in. I didn't fight it.

"You look so good right now. I'm kind of glad the school has a dress code because if I didn't I wouldn't be able to teach my class." He whispered in my ear as my cheeks burned up. "Maybe we can continue, you know? What we started earlier?" When I heard those words I lost all control.

I smashed my lips onto his and wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me back with so much force. I let his hands travel wherever they pleased and they were currently on my butt. He grazed his tongue on my bottom lip asking for entrance which I let him receive. His hands traveled under my shirt and grabbed my ass. I moaned into his mouth not having a care in the world who was around. My black lace underwear was now exposed. As soon as his hand touched my area I moaned in pleasure, but Mr. Bieber quickly covered my mouth as we both heard a noise come from upstairs.

"Hey, dad, who was at the door?"

I groaned quietly, earning a low chuckle from Mr. Bieber.

"Angel is here." He yelled you could hear the frustration in his voice. He kissed me one last time. "This isn't over."

After he let me go, I hurried to the bathroom to fix my skirt and my hair. I added lip gloss to my lips and left out to see Emily waiting in the kitchen with Mr.Bieber.

"Hey, girl."

"Hey, whose party are we going to?"

"Chris's."

"Troublemaker Chris?" I asked and she nodded.

Her dad didn't look so pleased. "Stay away from boys." He said, mostly talking at me while he should've been talking to his daughter.