"Mr. Webber, you are a naughty boy. do you know how wet that makes me?" I said as I got dressed.
"Wet enough to go for round two?" he asks, sheepishly.
"Nice try." I said putting the last of my clothing on.
"Will you go out with me tonight?" Andrew said, his eyes looking deeply into mine. There was defiantly something between us but I was his student and he was my teacher.
I was only seventeen and he was twenty-seven. What would he want with someone like me? I wasn't pretty or smart or brave. But yet he still wanted me every time.
"Where would we be meeting?" I asked.
"Well, I could pick you up." he smiled.
He could. I lived on my own. Both of my parents had died five years ago. They had no family or friends at the time of their deaths but they left me with a huge amount of cash. This had kept food in my belly, the house over my head, shopping trips, bills for many years and I was told that it would last me for the rest of my life. That someone out there kept adding because my parents had worked well for them before they died.
"Fine," I sigh, "pick me up at this address at seven." I quickly wrote down the address.
"Funny...that's right next door to..." he trailed off. "Wait you're that girl that plays her music so loud and late at night."
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to but..." I say blushing.
"But what, missy?" he said, coming over and wrapping his arms around me.
"But no one else lives with me so the house is completely quiet other then the noise I make." I said, letting him in a little bit.
"Does the school know?" he said, tightening his arms around me.
"Yes," I nodded.
"How are you...what are you...how can.... What I'm trying to say is, are you okay?"
"My parents set up a trust for me. Sometimes I think they had it all planed out." I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder.
"We'll talk about this later but would you consider...." he started off but the last bell of the day rung.
"I have to go get ready for a very hot date." I said, trailing my tongue down his neck and left.
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Teacher, I'm having your baby...babies...what?
Teen FictionAlice was your sixteen year old. But one day after having some fun with her teacher she finds herself in a tough situation. She's pregnant and wants to keep the baby...or will it be babies?