A Teacher's Envy

Chapter 8: Chalk Marks

This chapter was inspired by one of my favorite songs, "Pressure" by Sunscreem. Please feel free to listen as you read!

The next few days were hot and intense for Ms. Harper. Jay filled her thoughts, and other places, constantly. Her heels scurried against the linoleum hallway, her breath hitched as she could feel she was almost at her destination. She turned the corner and sharply crashed right into Mr. Vega's chest.

"Oh, sorry there, Ms. Harper! How are you doing? Haven't been meeting you in the lounge often. Miss our talks." His stammering trailed off into an inaudible blur to Ms. Harper's ears. "You need help with something you seem preoccupied."

"Me? Oh no, it's nothing. I just need to grab something from the utility closet before my class."

"Well I can help you if you need it-"

"No!" She yelled. "No, I'm fine. I can handle it" she recovered softly. She quickly turned the corner of the hall, leaving Mr. Vega behind.

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In the dark confines of the utility closet, Jay yanked up Mr. Harper's fitted pencil skirt up around her waist, and penetrated her roughly. The sudden sensation startled her causing her, but she enjoyed every moment of it. Jay, overcome with the emotion, slammed his hand against the wall behind her for leverage. His eyes fixed on Ms. Harper's, he moaned repeatedly, until it got so loud, he burried his head in her neck, softly biting her soft warm skin.

Her legs, now wrapped around his waist, squeezed him tightly as her hands roamed up and down his back. Contrary to Jay, Ms. Harper was able to manage her moans, but funny enough, Jay wouldn't have it that way. His hips swirled against her in hopes of provoking sound, anything to prove he was winning.

Her moans were buried inside her, vibrating within her deepest cavity. It was getting harder to stay quiet and she couldn't keep this up much longer.

Jay took a break from her neck, making a trail from her neck to her shoulder with his tongue. She erupted like a volcano, pulling her against her as she came, her voice crying out an octave higher than his previous moans. He came soon after, as they lay against the mops, brooms and dustpans, two exacerbated clumps lumped together.

"Thanks for the lesson, Ms. Harper." Jay squeezed her bottom.

She smiled back at him, putting a finger to his chest, "I have to get back to my class. Let me leave first. You can follow after a few minutes."

"So are you going to that school dance tomorrow?" he asked as he fastened his pants.

"The dance? Oh, I think I have to chaperone or something, why?

"No reason." he flicked his hair back with a wicked smile, which was impossible to miss in the dark.

With a few adjustments to her clothes, she approached the door.

"I'll see you in class, Ms. Harper." Jay chimed at her just as she left.

She strutted down the hallway with a vigor of confidence and pride. The feeling of being wanted exhilarated her. As she walked in her classroom, she was startled to find Mr. Vega is his ever so sheen white sweater, leaning on the side of her desk, leading the class.

Did the time really fly?

"Ms. Harper, so good to see you. Continue reading until the end of chapter 14 class." he instructed before leading her back into the hallway.