Benefits With My Teacher

BWMT- 14

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“Get me a shirt.” I gritted the words through my teeth, feeling all sticky from the spill. “Now.”

“Nope.” He beamed at me, followed by a smirk. “After a few benefits first.”

“No.” I snapped at him. “Do you really want to kiss me while I smell like coffee and feel sticky?”

“Why not?” he said, still beaming. I gave him a death glare in return, sending him thousands of daggers through my eyes. “Fine. Sheesh but benefits later?”

“Maybe.” I shrugged, following him to his room. He tossed me a light blue shirt which was way too large for me, hoping it was clean and from the laundry. “Is it clean?”

“It did come from my closet, right?” he gave me look. “Don’t you think it’s clean?”

“I don’t trust you.” I said, looking around his room and then looked up at him again. “Well? You do need to get out for me to change.”

“Just change in front of me.”

“No!” I tossed a pillow I grabbed from the bed which he unluckily catches. “Pervert!”

He grinned at me before leaving the bedroom. I took off my blouse and the quickly put on the large shirt which reached up to my mid thighs. I don’t get why it’s so large. Mr. West couldn’t be that huge.

I clutched my blouse and looked around the room. The wall was painted cream and somewhat dirty white. He had this huge king sized bed, two end tables beside it. Above the bed wall was a painting, view of a mountain with frozen ice caps. It was pretty

I grabbed a small or a medium sized photo album that lay on top of the end table, just beside a retractable black sharpie pen. The cover of the album had the words ‘Nathaniel West’.

A sly grin came up to my face as I opened the photo album. The first photo was probably him, naked in a bathtub. A typical picture. I flipped to the next page and saw a little boy celebrating his third birthday. I kept on turning the pages and came to an abrupt stop and started laughing real hard.

It was an image of a Mr. West in all pink, a pink princess costume. A frown was on his face as he stood by a girl who was older than him. I kept on laughing, my back and stomach hurting.

The door bust open revealing Mr. West wide eyed, jaw dropped.

“Holy crap…you look…..adorable!” I laughed out, fishing out my phone from my pocket, quickly taking a picture of it just before he could pull the album away from me. “You were…so cute! What happened?”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “Delete it. Now.”

“No.” I stuck my tongue at him, pulling the album back to my hands and started running out of his room, taking glances at the album which I wasn’t done scanning. I found another picture of him in his underwear, probably eight years old. Quickly, I took a photo of it.

My luck was limited though when I found myself lying on the floor in front of Mr. West and in his hands was the album.

“You’re no fun!” I grouched at him, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“Delete.”

“No.”

“Don’t make me kick you out of my house.”

I gave him a sharp look. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.” His eyes were giving chills down my spine. They were electric blue, and so beautiful.