Hot for Teacher - Romitri Style | 18+

Chapter 1a

Rose's POV:

It all began on the first week of my senior year at St. Vladimir's Catholic school. First, my boyfriend Adrian drops me off at school and tells me that we should see other people.

What the fuck? After two fucking years, and I gave him my virginity, for Christ's sake! Adrian and I had met at St. Vladimir's while I was a freshman and he was a senior, and started dating at the end of the summer before my sophomore year, just before he left for college. I'm not sure why he decided now is the time to break up. He is a junior art major at Carlton College and his new semester started two weeks ago. He is starting to take architecture classes this term to pick up a minor, so his schedule is different than it had been. He doesn't have any classes until 10, so he agreed to drive me to school in his Mustang so that I didn't have to take the bus. Now, I wish I took the damn bus.

"Little vixen," he said, flicking at the hem of my too-short skirt of my school uniform (I'd shortened it by three inches), "I'm not breaking up with you. It doesn't mean we have to stop seeing each other. I'd still like you to go with me to the family reunion this weekend, if you still want to go. I mean, we're still okay, right?" Too bad I already agreed to go with him. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of letting him see how broken I could be.

"And it's a pool party at my uncle Randall's house, so bring that sexy red bikini," he said, "I can still enjoy the view, right? He's got a full bar planned. His ex-wife and a bunch of his kids live in Russia, so he has the good vodka" God! Men are pigs!

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Then, stupid Stan Alto was being his stupid self again. God, I hated Stan, and his stupid, boring history class. I take one little minute while his back is turned to get up in front of the class and make fun of him, and all of a sudden, I've been given detention for the rest of the semester.

"Could he even really do that?" I asked Lissa, my best friend and adopted sister, as I got to my locker after class.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he can," said Lissa.

"So it looks like Crazy Ms. Karp finally cracked and isn't teaching tenth grade Biology anymore. I wonder who got suckered into picking up detention now."
"Could be the new Bio teacher. They brought Ms. Davis up from the middle school. You remember her? I also have a new American Lit teacher," said Lissa, "Mr. Bellkoff or something like that? I'll check my schedule and let you know his name. I have him right before lunch, so I'll tell you then. I think it's his first year out of college. Rumor has it he's not from the U.S. Maybe they got him to do it?"

"Figures that they'd bring in cheap foreign labor."

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"New Lit teacher is majorly hot," said Lissa, as she sat beside me at the lunch table, "You better hope it's him doing detention."

"Hot how?" I asked, "I've seen your taste in guys - a little too well," I pointed to Christian as he approached our table, "thanks to sharing a bedroom. And it worries me a little. I don't want to see his pasty naked ass ever again."

"Hey!" Lissa gave me a good-natured shove. She scratched her head in thought. "Muscles - like when he took off his suit coat, I could tell he had a six pack. And he's really tall; maybe a good four inches taller than Christian. He's got a deep voice and a pretty thick Russian accent. He has nice hair, too. Dark. He keeps it tied back in a ponytail at the base of his neck."

"Maybe I'll just judge for myself if I see him."

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When I walked into the classroom for detention five minutes late, I was seriously glad Lissa gave me a little warning.

"And you are?" the handsome man asked me with maybe the sexiest accent I'd ever heard. He was maybe the hottest man I'd ever seen. I was drooling from both sets of lips. I could totally picture myself wrapping my fingers in his silky-looking shoulder-length hair while doing all sorts of things to him. This is going to be a long semester.

"Rose Hathaway," I said, extending my hand to shake his, just after I had tossed my jacket from my school uniform into my backpack. The touch of his hand sent an unexpected jolt of electricity when he shook it. I was suddenly glad I had unbuttoned the white blouse on my uniform a little lower than dress code permitted just before I walked in here - and that I was wearing a black bra under that blouse. "You'll need to remember that name when you're thinking of me later." I flashed him my man-eating grin, winked, and took my seat.

There weren't many people who managed to get detention on the first day, but I was thankful that Christian was also in here with me.

"It looks like I will need to remember your name," Mr. Belikov said, "since I can see from Mr. Alto's notes that you'll be with me all semester. Have a seat, Ms. Hathaway." Goddamn. Buzzkill much? I took a seat near the back of the classroom and opened up my backpack. Mr. Belikov took his place at the front of the classroom and faced the group.

"As I said a minute ago, my name is Mr. Belikov," he wrote his name on the board as he said this, continuing, "There will be no talking in detention unless it is to me. Keep your mouths closed and your eyes open. If any of you need help with any homework, I will be at the desk at the front of the class. Raise your hand, call for me, and I will come to you. Otherwise, I expect you all to remain in your seats, and to be seen and not heard." Mr. Belikov sat down at his desk, opened up a paperback, and began reading.

After a minute or so, I raised my hand. "Comrade?" I called out.

"That's not my name," Mr. Belikov growled out, looking up at me, "What, Ms. Hathaway?"

"I need to sharpen my pencil."

"Very well, Ms. Hathaway," he replied.

Mr. Belikov's eyes were on me the whole time. I could tell he didn't trust me, but I was hoping that maybe, just maybe, there was a little something else in his glance, too. I made a show of bending over to reach into my bag for my pencil, making sure that my low neckline was in his line of sight. As soon as I had my pencil sharpened, I dropped it on the floor and bent over again, giving him a view of the backs of my thighs.

On my way back to my seat, I walked around behind his desk and whispered seductively in his ear, so close that I was sure he could feel my lips, "It may not be your name, but until you tell me your first name, I need something to call you. Especially when I'm thinking of you later. Alone. In my bed."

I could tell from his gasp that I had surprised him. Whether it was a good surprise or not was hard to say. I went back to my seat and Mr. Belikov didn't say another word to me.

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