I was safe from my classmates, but not from him. The way he looked at me curiously was a dead giveaway. I couldn’t read him though, and it was freaking me out and exciting me at the same time. He knew how much I wanted him now. He knew! But he looked emotionless. Was he disgusted or infuriated? Was he even shocked, or was this a common occurrence with his students? Would he send me to the principal’s office? Did he think the note was a joke? Or worse? Did he think it was real and just had absolutely no interest? Maybe he had a smoking hot model for a girlfriend, someone who knew her way around his cock, who knew how to please him.
I didn’t know anything about what to do with a man. All I knew was I wanted him.
He raised his brow, and the blush that surfaced on my cheeks was automatic. Thankfully, the bell rang, and Anne and I stood up from our seats in a rush. I grabbed Anne by the arm and almost ran towards the door. I was almost free from further humiliation until I heard my name being called.
“Jane,” said that ever-familiar voice that haunted my imagination. When my friend stopped to stand beside me, he added, “You can go ahead, Anne. I just want to have a word with Jane.”
The rest of my classmates filed out of the room and Anne followed suit. When it was finally just the two of us, I clasped my hands together and waited for the sermon. I wanted to hug myself. No good could come out of my teacher reading a note basically saying I wanted him to fuck me. Was thinking dirty thoughts enough for disciplinary action? Could I be expelled? My heart sunk. Graduation was next week. There was no way—
He crossed his arms over his broad chest. “I want you right here, one hour after graduation.”
I didn’t want to overthink more than what I was already doing, but the way he looked at me made it seem that I had nothing to worry about. Instead, I had everything to worry about. I waited for him to say something more and watched as his eyes trailed from my ankle socks, up to my plaid skirt to my white blouse, then finally met my surprised gaze.
Did he know I was wet for him? Could he see me squirming from his scrutiny?
I never got the answer to that. When an unfamiliar student entered the room, that was my cue to leave and head to my next class.
“Jane, you didn’t answer me,” he said.
“Yes,” I replied, starting toward the door.
“Yes, sir,” he added and I stopped in my tracks.
A shiver coursed through me at the deep tone of his voice.
I glanced back, saw that he was waiting for me to repeat it.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, finding saying those two words really hot. Yes, I wanted him to be my teacher in more than just US government.
As I walked the hallways I’d never see again in a week’s time, all I could think about was after graduation. He’d told—no, commanded—me to come back and meet him. I just had to wonder… why?
Chapter Two
Mr. Parker
She was fucking gorgeous as she received her diploma, and she knew it.
With wavy blonde hair that fell past her shoulders and deep brown eyes, she was so damn hot.
Jane. My Jane.
The high school was small, only a few hundred students. So even the teachers were in the loop when it came to students, even if they didn’t have a student in their class. I knew Jane was one of the most popular senior girls. It was easily because of her looks. She had soft and welcoming facial features, but her body… Oh, fucking hell.
The black graduation gown hid her lush curves, but I had every single one memorized. I’d spent the entire year imagining her ass beneath that plaid uniform, knowing her pale skin would turn a bright pink when I spanked it.
I had to pause and think about fucking baseball stats to will my dick down. Getting hard in an open field just at the exact moment graduation ended only spelled trouble. The older academics would balk at the sight of me, and the parents, who thought so highly of the institution, would call the police if they saw one of the teachers getting hard staring at the graduating class.
But I wasn’t looking at the entire class. I only cared about her.
My Jane.
She was the girl every other female hated and wanted to be and the one guys wanted fuck. I balled my hand into a fist when I felt my blood start to boil. Just the thought of boys her age wanting to fuck Jane made me want to break or punch something. I got riled every time I heard about a senior party, about all the cute boys they’d met. Had some idiot got to touch Jane’s pert breasts? Had they parted her creamy thighs and filled that tight pussy? Had they spurted all over her in their adolescent haste and left her unfulfilled?
A deep growl had the music teacher looking my way.
There was just something about her, more than just the cute face and sexy figure. She was sweet and confident at the same time. She was friendly, but never let anyone walk all over her. Both the way she acted and looked made her seem older, more mature, than she actually was. It was a sin for an eighteen-year-old to look the way she did.