in your school you were known for your looks and mainly how smart you were— making you gain the name “smarty” from everyone around you, you were highly attracted to your teacher, Mr. Sturniolo and you could tell that in someway he was also attracted to you. It was wrong, a freshly eighteen year old and a twenty three year old? it was so clearly wrong but it didn’t stop you from getting what you wanted, you and Chris kept things a secret. Only touching all over each other when you two were alone together, in his house.

you knew how to make Chris feel like it was Christmas time, all he had to do was put you in a party dress one time and let you be all dolled up for him while he graded students’ papers. Your company wasn’t a problem to him at all, sure you made it hard to focus but other than that you always made the night better.

before any of this started you had made Chris to promise to never leave you, even if he did leave you in the end he wouldn’t find anyone like you cause who has a face like you do? No one. Who has a voice like you do? Nobody. Who has a choice like you do? No one Ever. Now you have him loving on you all night til the sun shines.

you payed close attention to Chris sitting at his desk in the corner of his room, grading papers and correcting them. You could tell he was stressed out, one touch to his shoulders and he was tense like a hard rock. All that had really left his mouth tonight was exasperated sighs and whines, he had so many things to do.

you walked up behind him, your nails softly on his shoulders as you massaged into them, making him drop the papers and pen onto the desk and throw his head back with a slight groan escaping his lips.

“Feels fuckin’ amazin’ ma… keep goin’ please will ya?… needed this real bad.” he spoke, his tone soft with another small groan at the end. You knew what he was doing to you, but you didn’t stop it.