What Isnt Expected

One: First Day of School

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The dryness in my throat increases. I try to swallow it down but, for the millionth time, I am not successful. The heat in the room is building and my unpredictable anxiety does not assist with the situation either.

My pencil fiddles between my fingers and the eraser butt taps lightly against my notebook. I sit with my lip pressed between my teeth as I watch. The sexiest woman on earth ends up being my teacher. Her mouth continues to move as she lectures the class, but nothing comes out. At least in my mind....

I can hardly comprehend what is going on. Slowly and slowly as time progresses, I drift off into this world. A world where Miss. Mills and I are doing things that can't be spoken about to the ears of the public. I want to hold her. I want her here. I want her to possess my body.

"Ms. Swan." The firm voice rings in my head, abruptly knocking me back to reality. I shrink in my seat, noticing that everyone else is gone. Class is over and I payed attention to nothing.

"Not a good impression on the first day hmmm?" My chest constricts and my heart thumps against my chest with so much force.

I watch the brunette saunter back to her desk. Her tight pencil skirt shows off that perfect ass. She sits and glares at me. Putting her glasses on doesn't help the situation AT ALL. Suddenly I feel the ache, this pull. I need her and I can no longer take it.

But I wait. Why? Because I've been down this road before. I met...Gina..during the summer shortly after I moved here. My mom is horrible with first impressions. She's so clumsy, inevitably causing her to bump into my teacher and spilling her milkshake all over the woman's shirt.

I offered to take her to the bathroom of the small diner and help work out the stain. She was hesitant at first, but reluctantly agreed. From there...I cleaned up the brunette in more ways than just one. Our relationship only grew behind closed doors. Sneaking around makes it all better. Submitting to her makes it hotter.

At first she thought it was wrong. She felt dirty because I just turned 17 in August. She did ;however, admit that she couldn't resist me. It wasn't until she found out that she would be my teacher, everything went South. She didn't know what to do and was on the brink to end everything we had.

"Come," she motions coldly with a perfectly manicured finger. Her icy glare still lingers above the thick, black rims that lay upon her face.

My body suddenly aches and craves. My skin burns, longing for her touch. I'm so addicted to her. Every part of her, not caring that she is different.

Slowly, I get up with an audible gulp. There's no doubt in my mind that she would punish me for disobeying her and going back on my word. As soon as I make it behind her desk she yanks me down onto her leg. I already feel it there and ready for me-longing to come out and play.

I couldn't help myself. I rock my hips back and forth creating friction well needed for the both of us. Regina growls and tightens her grip on my jeans in return.

"You've been a bad girl Em-ma." Her icy sex voice triggers so many emotions. Knowing that I'm going to get punished raises the stimulation even more.

"I won't do it again...I'm sorry," I mumble.

Just the thought of what she's going to do has been psychologically printed into my brain. The tears immediately build because I know, in my subconscious, that she loves it. My tears aren't bad ones but, still, it's all the same tension. They are tears of lust which I can easily express and Regina absolutely adores.