You were a high schooler, and you always thought Mr. Dean, a math teacher, was so hot. Everyone did, even some of the teachers. And you got lucky. You were dating him.

No one knew you were dating him, so it was a secret. Your parents were out of town, so you were at home by yourself. He was in his early twenties, so he wasn’t that much older than you, just 7 years older.

You had so much homework, and saved your math homework for last. Mr. Dean was over at your house. His face was buried in your chest, and you were playing with his hair. You did some of your math homework. But it was hard, and you were confused.

“You good, angel?” He suddenly asked. “Yea, just the homework. It’s hard and confusing.” You said. “Here, let me see.” He placed kiss above your chest and sat down next to you, one arm around your waist