Stolen Innocence (Evergreen) [Student/Teacher Love Story]

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thanks for reading! just a quick author's note as this story continues to gain traction...

this story is considered lolita-esque, but is NOT at all romanticizing or condoning the actions within this book.

this story is about an unprofessional, inappropriate and extremely wrong relationship/love story between a 13-14 year old girl and her teacher.

with that being said, it is much like a novel "My Dark Vanessa" if any of have you have read/heard of that book, this is very much in the same vein. not condoning or romanticizing the love, but very much just giving perspective to it and how complicated love can be.

just to reiterate, he is grooming her, he is a pedophile. there will be repercussions to this.

please vote and comment! this story is still ongoing!!

xoxo

The rest of that week moves slowly as I await the weekend so Michael and I can see each other again. Every day during nutrition I found myself in his class as we explored each other's bodies, myself growing more and more comfortable with him every day. I find myself also growing more comfortable with the idea of loving him. Why shouldn't I love him? I get that this isn't the most traditional relationship, but he's good to me, he cares about me and I him. Why shouldn't he be my first love?

A small voice in my head reminds me that it's illegal, but that voice grows quieter every day.

Even my friends have started to get over themselves and begun to get on board with everything. Sure, they're my friends, but they also love a good secret more than they love sleep (trust me, that's a lot). They've gotten to be better liars as they cover for me everyday after school as I hang out in Michael's class for hours on end. Sometimes, he's grading papers. Other times he loses sight of his job and becomes distracted by the girl wearing a short dress on the other side of his desk.

Right now, I'm sitting next to him, my dress pushed all the way up towards my hip as his fingers lazily trail over my thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He must know what's doing to me as he inches closer and closer to that area, but he pretends he's unaware as he goes over my fellow peer's papers, humming quietly to himself. I try to finish some math homework but with every circle he traces into my skin, I can feel my heart thumping just a bit faster in my chest, blood flowing to a certain region more and more.

"Michael," I groan, but he doesn't look up at me, only hums in response. I try to press my small tits together to get him to tear his eyes away from whatever he's reading that must be so fascinating, but he refuses to give me the time of day. I cross and uncross my legs as I try to shift his hand further up my thigh, but at this he justs takes his hand off entirely, running it through his hair. My bare leg is suddenly cold without his touch and I feel like a fool for trying so hard to get his attention as I sit up and fix my outfit.

"I should probably be going. I can only extend study hall for so long until my mom starts sniffing around," As I stand up, he finally pulls his eyes away from the paper, landing on my body and it looks like he's undressing me with his eyes. Usually, that would make me feel incredibly sexy, but right now it just feels wrong. Michael takes off his glasses, running his hands through his gelled back hair once again before scooting his chair closer to me, his hands wrapping around my waist.

"I'm just really preoccupied right now, I don't think I can give you the attention you want," His words are honest, more honest than any dumb boy my age would ever admit to but for some reason his honesty bugs me and I roll my eyes at him, pushing his arms off of me.

"Yeah, it's fine," I pick up my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder as I take a step closer to the door. I'm wound up and annoyed and I thought that me wearing a dress today was a sign that I wanted him to do what he did to me on Monday again, but I guess not.