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That maybe I was only getting off on her young pussy. Maybe...maybe she thought I did this with other students.

I couldn't wait to dissuade her of that notion - to let her know under no uncertain terms that she was it for me. And I would be letting her know through my cock in her cunt.

Once the bell rang and my students started to file out, I again used the distraction to call upon Lucy.

"Stay behind, Miss Thomas."

LUCY

My body tensed at his words. I lifted my head and watched him shuffling papers, calm as you please.

I had lingered at my desk once the bell rang, putting away the last of my books. I had taken the time to meticulously input notes in my workbook, determined to stay ahead in my schoolwork. Despite my protests that I didn't need an escort to lunch, Gavin insisted on waiting for me. But after Mr. Drake's request, he shot me a sympathetic look before sauntering out of class.

Once the door clicked shut behind the last student, Mr. Drake gestured to the door near his desk.

His private office.

"Follow me."

Without waiting, he strolled out of sight, confident I would obey.

He was pissed. I could sense it as soon as I entered his class. His mood hung like a cloak around me, letting me know with each sly glance I made that he was displeased with me.

I got his texts. They were hard to ignore, considering they came in like a flood.

Your pussy tasted so sweet. I still have it on my tongue.

Did you wash my come off? You better not have.

Why aren't you answering?

I'm going to spank your ass for ignoring me. And then I'm going to fuck it.

My thighs clenched in memory, especially when he went into explicit detail about what he was doing with my dirty panties. He even sent through a dick pic with my ruined cotton underwear wrapped around his long, huge cock.

I had clawed off my sleep shorts and fucked my fingers to the vision of his cock. I hadn't showered him off. In fact, when he had left me panting and covered in his come, I had scooped up as much as I could and stuffed it in my mouth. The taste burst like earth and salt. I had licked my fingers as I stuffed the come he had spilled on my pussyintomy pussy.

I kept track of my periods, so I knew it was the wrong time of the month for me to fall pregnant. Still, the idea that I could carry a baby without fucking him, that it could happen with his come splattered on my cunt, had me whimpering in pleasure.

After my libido cooled and I was brought back to the harsh reality that my fucking chemistry teacher had just eaten me out and came all over me, I started to panic.

What did we just do? What did I allow to happen? Was this a game to him? Seduce the new student, groom her? Was I being groomed?

I recalled the jolt of soul-searing recognition when I first walked into his class, and our eyes met. A deep sense of knowing and longing settled deep within me. It took me a cool minute to realize he was my teacher—not some older-looking senior. I had tried my best to ignore him, to concentrate on the material in front of me. But it was as if an invisible band had us joined.

Whenever I glanced up, his dark eyes were assessing me. Eating me up. I felt naked and exposed. I wondered if he was just annoyed that he had to deal with a new student and that I had arrived late to his class while he was in the middle of teaching. The girl he had seated me next to that first day seemed hostile, too, making me think that I was being judged and found lacking.

But then my mind drifted to that second day. When he waited by the door...dare I say, for me. Eagerly asking about my day as if he didn't have a room full of students. And then...calling me his good girl. The innuendo was heavy.

That was why I dressed nicely for dinner; I needed to test his response. To assure myself that I hadn't imagined his dark eyes clouding with some indiscernible emotion whenever our eyes met.

Seeing him pump his impressive cock in the bathroom, uncaring that my Dad or I could've walked in and caught him. When my name spilled from his lips, it coincided with a slick of juice pouring out of me. Knowing he was thinking of me while pleasuring himself gave me the confidence to spread my thighs at him unabashedly. To show him my damp panties, let him smell my desire for him. While he was down there, I could almost feel his breath on my thigh. I had closed my eyes briefly, waiting for the touch of his mouth.

Nothing like your Dad's voice to throw ice on your libido.

"Get. In."

I jerked at the harsh tone of Mr. Drake's voice from his office. He sounded impatient. Angry.