Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..32..

"Wake up." Michael breathes as he kisses my neck and face. "Wake up, baby."

I swat him away then roll over on my stomach. "Michael, stop."

He continues kissing me. Which is annoying me.

We had sex all night and I'm not about to do it again.

I'm tired.

Can't a woman sleep?

Damn, will this man ever tire?

"Michael, stop kissing me and let me sleep." I moan, groggily, swatting him away again.

"No, I can't." He groans as he kisses behind my ear. "I can't let you sleep, Jenna."

"Why not?" I sigh with my eyes closed.

"Baby, we have to get to class." He whispers. "If I let you sleep any longer we'll both be late."

I open one eye, turning over on my back, to look at him.

Michael smiles down at me as I look around the room.

"Where the hell am I?" I ask, without thinking, as I tighten the bed sheets around my bare body.

"My place." Michael frowns. "You spent the night, remember?"

"Oh." I nod then roll over too far in the bed. "Oh shit!"

I fall out of the bed to the floor with a thud then spring to my feet.

Reflexes like a cat, I have.

Michael starts laughing as he scoots to the side I fell from. "What are you doing, Jenna? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. "Umm, I have to get home, Michael. I have a test in your class in two hours."

"Want me to take you home?" Michael asks, sitting back on his heels.

"No," I sigh as I grab my dress from the floor then pull it up on my body. "that would most definitely blow our cover. You can not drive me home, Michael. I'll call a ride share."

"Miss Toussaint." Michael calls and I look back at him.

"What?"

"I told you we would reschedule your test. There's no need to rush and get yourself all discombobulated."

"I don't want special treatment, sir." I lift a serious eyebrow at him. "I'm taking the test today just like everyone else."

Michael squints then smirks at me in the same beat.

"Then I'll postpone the test for all."

"Say what, man?" I squeak.

Michael grabs his cell phone from the night stand next to him and starts typing. "I'll send an email out and tell everyone the test has been postponed until further notice." I stare at him in awe as he throws his phone to the side when he's finished. "Problem solved."

"Michael, you can't--"

"Don't." He warns, holding up his hand. "It's my class, Miss Toussaint, and I say the test is postponed."

I narrow my eyes at him in disapproval. "You know this doesn't mean morning sex?"

"Oh?" Michael smiles as he climbs out of his bed. He stalks over to me then pulls my dress down. "I think it does, Miss Tousssaint. This is the second you owe me."

He picks me up, in the next second, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

Damn, why did I open my big mouth?

Because I wanted morning sex.

***

I stumble into my house an hour and a half later, legs feeling like jell-o, and I have thirty minutes to get to my class.

I don't think I'll make it, but damn it if the detour wasn't worth it.

I'll take morning sex with Michael every morning.

What a perfect way to wake up.

I pull my key from the doorknob and brush my hair back as I step into my house.

"Professor Jackson postponed the test." Whitney speaks and it startles me.

"What the--girl, what are you doing in my house?"

"Have any idea why?"

"Why what?" I breathe, dropping my things into the front closet.

"Why Professor Jackson postponed the test, Jenna."

"Whitney, I haven't the foggiest." I shrug.

"I beg to differ, Jenna." Whitney calls my bluff. "I think you know why and I wanna know too."

"Is that my art piece?" I ask, pointing at the abstract piece, in her hand, I bought at the gallery last night.

This should sidetrack her.

"Yeah," Whitney nods, looking down at the board. "I thought I'd bring it by myself, since I painted it, and you're my best friend."

"That's very sweet. I think I'll put it up there." I point above the fireplace.

"It would look nicer in the hall." Whitney suggests, frowning at the fireplace gesture.

"People wouldn't see it then."

"Put it here then." Whitney takes it to the wall beside the couch and props it up. "It would look good here. Adds a little more pizzazz to the room."

I smile and nod, mostly because it seems she's forgotten about the test.

"So are you the reason he postponed the test or not, Jenna?" Whitney asks, and I curse myself.

I should have known my best friend wouldn't let it go. She knew what I was trying to do.

"Why do you ask?" I flout, running my fingers through my hair.

"Hmmm." Whitney begins sarcastically. "I don't know I mean you come in late, looking a h-a-m, in the same dress you had on last night. You spent the night with Professor Jackson, didn't you? Did you persuade him--" She winks, swiveling her hips. "to postpone the test? Or is he just too tired to give it?" I sigh heavily and Whitney smiles a beautifully wicked smile. "He has to have the magic stick and you must have a miracle vagina."

"Why do you say that?" I chuckle.

"You got one of the toughest Professors at Lincoln University to postpone a test. Damn, Jenna!" I laugh as she walks over to me. "I'm gonna need aaallll of the deets pertaining to this sexcapade. Oh, and thanks for the extra study time." She speaks, looking down. "I needed it for sure."

"What are you thanking?" I frown, looking upside her head.

Whitney gives me an incredulous look as we walk into the hallway.

"Your vagina, Jenna, because that little bitch can work a miracle!"

I laugh loudly as she follows me into my bedroom.