Teacher's Obsession

Teacher's Obsession

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A young student in her senior year of high school becomes the target of her perverted married teacher. *Not a loving relationship* His steady footsteps got closer to the bathroom as my breathing became harder. I tried with all my might to slow down my breathes which thankfully worked. "I know you're in here baby. Come out so we can talk about this. That restraining order wasn't going to do shit to stop me from wanting to be with you. You can't do this to us." He confessed this as he got closer to my hiding spot. Then the sound of a door opened. Kinda crappy, but give it a try. Warning: this story is not for everyone, there will be violence, stalking and other things that could illicit some response. Tread lightly with this story
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Black Widow is another BxB I am working on Teacher and student relationship homosexual relationship ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "BEEP BEEP BEEP" My alarm clock went off and I sighed, before realizing I had set it to late. I grunted slightly and swiftly grabbed my glasses, pushing my homework off of my chest and shoving my legs into a pair of skinny jeans. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it on, making sure the sleeves covered my hands so I'd have something to hold. I brushed my teeth while putting my things into my back pack and kissed my mother in a a family photo before darting out the front door, and spitting both my toothbrush and the left over bubbles in my mouth onto the grass, I'd have to pick it up later. I ran out to the mail box and waved good by to my horse Smokey's small grave stone, reaching the bus just in time. My day went by as usual. I barely got through most of my classes staying dead silent through out. People would try to interact with me but all I could do was grunt at them. If only I could actually say "Speech Impediment" maybe they would stop talking about me. Some how the usual group of jerks found out I was gay and told everyone. This life sucks. I got into fifth period and Mr. Schmidt looked at me. I froze, Oh hell no. I started to shake as he told me to read. I know he had a speech impediment too, but it was embarrassing to turn down such a request. "Read the next two pages" such an easy sounding task is it not?..... He stepped to me and I froze. Did I mention that my language arts teach was the most beautiful man on earth and his pink collard shirt was clingy?! I guess not. I wound up turning beet red and squeaking a bit before he tapped my desk and looked at me.

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