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Prologue
“Allison, can I have you stay a few minutes after class is dismissed, please?”
Mr. Laclaire says this right before the bell releases our class. This is the last block of the day, so the buses are already outside. I’ll miss my bus if this takes too long. Although I wouldn't mind staying later to spend time with him, to be able to look into his bright blue eyes and just smell him. He always smells like my favorite season, a mixture of spices and a hint of apples. I'm getting distracted by him again.Allison! focus!The bell rings and students file out of the classroom.
“What did you need, Dex?”
I always call him by his first name when teachers aren't around even though it's technically Dexter. Dex is short and sweet since he calls me Ally. Even though that is a common nickname, he is the only one who calls me that. Maybe it's because I reserve that right just for him and tell everyone else, I prefer to be called Allison.
“I want to talk to you about the paper you submitted last class.”
“Oh no, was it bad? I knew I should have changed the main points in paragraph 4 and added….” Before I can finish, he interrupts me by putting his hand on mine.
“No, you shouldn't have changed anything, I wanted to tell you that it was the best paper I've read since I've been teaching here. You’re a very gifted writer!”
I didn’t hear a word that just came out of his mouth because I'm still fixated on his hand on top of mine and the sparks that I'm feeling shooting through his hand into my body. When I finally make my eyes follow up to his faceI suddenly snap to reality andjust say thank you.
“Have you ever considered doing our advanced writing program to get some college credits while you're still in high school?”
I forced a small smile to show him that it was nice of him to think of me for that program. Then my cheeks turn red, and my face is regretful because I know I'm not good enough for something like that.
“They could find someone much better for that program than me.” I feel his hand move off of mine and I see his arm slowly raising. His hand stops on my chin as he pushes his index finger under my chin to raise my head so I'm looking into his eyes.
“You’re a great writer Allison and don't you let anyone else tell you differently!”
The tone of his voice was firm like he was angry that I doubted myself, but his touch was so gentle as to reassure me that I'm worthy of an opportunity like this.
We look into each other's eyes, and the gaze lasts longer than normal. We both blink and the second bell rings which let me know that I better get on the bus now or I'll need to wait until 3:15 pm for the late bus. I look back at my desk and make a gesture with my hands to show him I better go get my books into my backpack. As I'm walking to my desk and start putting my books into my bag, I can feel his eyes lingering on my body as my back is facing him. When I turn around to head for his door, he doesn't even try to change his sight of view or try to hide the fact that he was staring at my ass the entire time.
His eyes follow me as I start toward the door, which I just realized has been closed this entire time. I stop near his desk and tell him I ought to get going before I miss the bus, or I'll have to take the late bus home. There was something in his eyes that had changed and looked more like despair like he wanted something from me, but he couldn't decide if it was a good idea.
He stands up and even though he isn’t even 5’8 he still towers over me at 4’11. He stares down at me and doesn't say anything. I'm stuck in this spot like I'm in tar and can't move, not that I would want too anyway. I would let him have all of me if he asked, I'd do anything he wanted he would just have to ask! He finally opens his mouth but then closes it without saying a word. I see his cheeks turn a faint pink as he takes his hand and rubs the back of his neck. I can tell that he wants something but can't find the courage to ask for it.
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Dex, unless there is a reason you need me to stay?”
I look at him one last time waiting for an answer, but he slowly shakes his head back and forth with a regretful look on his face. I turn and start walking to the door of the classroom when he starts walking over to me. I put my hand on the doorknob and started to twist even though I had heard his footsteps coming near me. He puts his hand over mine and stops me from twisting the knob any further.
He is pushed against my backside as I'm facing the door and my bag is hanging to my side. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck as he whispers, “don't go yet." He slides his hand down the brass knob to the lock and turns it to lock the classroom door.
I slowly turn around to face him and this is the closest I've ever been to him. I can feel his body heat emanating from him. I can see his chest rising faster and faster with each breath. I finally look up into his eyes, he’s staring back at me with a very clear message in his eyes.He wants to fuck me.I slide my backpack off my shoulder to the floor and take a step forward to close the little gap we have between us. He takes his hand off the doorknob and places both hands on my backside until they slowly slide to my ass.
I don't even flinch because we know damn well that I've been wanting this just as bad, if not more than he does. He leans down as I look up at him and place his lips on mine. The electricity that shoots through my body at that moment paralyzes me and I'm lost in the moment. Our passionate kiss lasts for what feels like an eternity. My hands are behind his head in his thick brown hair pushing him into me and that's when I feel his tongue graze against my lips. I open my mouth a little more with the next kiss and his tongue is in my mouth caressing mine. It feels so good to have him inside me, even if it's only his tongue.
I know he can tell that I like it because I hear a faint moan come out of Dex’s mouth and then I'm in the air. He picks me up with his hands still on my ass and I wrap my legs around him. We are still kissing when we get back to his desk, he swipes his arm across his desk. I hear the loud crashes as everything falls to the floor, papers, pens, and binders all over the floor.
He sits me down on the now empty desk, and goes back to kissing me, then slowly kisses down my neck. He pulls the collar of my shirt a little to the side to keep kissing down my body. When he kisses just above my collarbone, I let out a little moan of ecstasy. That drives him crazy because the next thing I know he is taking my shirt off and then my leggings. My t-shirt and black leggings are laying on the floor next to his desk.
I'm left in a black lace bra and panties; he looks down and smiles like I wore this purposely just for him. If that is what he thinks then I’m completely fine with that, I’m just glad that I have cute panties on today. I was not thinking I would be doing this with my 12th-grade English teacher when I woke up and got dressed today. I start to feel chilly, so I lean forward and grab his black belt around his brown khakis and pull him closer to me. I need to feel his body heat against me again.
He leans forward and slowly kisses down my neck and stops at the curves of my breast. I arch my back and drop my head back feeling his lips pressed against my body. He's kissing my right breast and the left one is cupped in his other hand. He brings his free hand around me to unclasp my bra, and runs his finger up and along the black bra straps on my shoulders. He slowly pulls them down until I lift my hands off the desk that is propping me up to let the bra fully slip off. I'm left there in just my black lace panties topless on his desk, he takes a step back to fully take in my breasts.
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
I try my hardest to not blush but I'm not sure I contained it too well.I'm not sure why I'm so concerned with little red cheeks. I'm naked here and blushing isn't something to be embarrassed about.I lean back onto my elbows so he has more space to kiss every inch of my body but so I can still watch him. He grabs my breast and puts his mouth to them kissing my now goose-bumped skin. My nipples are rock hard, and he is sucking on them like they’re his. He kisses down my stomach until he reaches the top of my pantie line.
He is crouched down looking up at me for approval, then he slides his fingers into the elastic part on the sides of my soaked lace panties. Slowly pulling them down. I lift my hips to show him that I am fully aware of what is happening and how bad I want it to happen.I'm fully naked on Dexter Laclaire’s desk now and he is still fully clothed.
I lean forward to reach him and slowly raise his shirt to take it off, he lifts his arms so I can pull it above his head and to the floor. I take in his chest and his stomach, all the beauty marks, freckles, and his chest hair. I never knew that he had a six-pack under his dress shirts. When I run my hand down the hair on his chest, past the curves, and indents in his sculpted abdomen, I stop at his belt buckle.
