Bad Teacher Page 2

  “Yeah, except it already broke when you stuck your tongue in my pussy.”

  I wink. “And I’d do it all over again.” I swiftly spin her in my arms. “But my cock can’t wait any longer.”

  She squeals a little as I grab her hands and put them behind her back.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “I like things my way …” I unfurl my tie and wrap it around her wrists. “And I like things tied up.”

  She gulps. “And then?”

  “Then I fuck your wet pussy from behind until I come.”

  “Hmm …” She shivers with delight.

  “Did I just hear you moan?” I say.

  “Maybe …”

  “You like being tied up by strangers?” I ask, pulling her bonds tighter. She jolts a little but only seems more excited. “Aren’t you scared?”

  “Do you want an honest answer or a lie?”

  I smile as I whisper, “You’re my kind of crazy.”

  She bites her lip, but then a gasp escapes her mouth as I smack her ass.

  “You know what else I like? This ass.”

  I slap it again, making her jolt up and down against the wall.

  “Fuck …”

  “Painful?”

  “No …” she murmurs, clasping her legs together, which tells me her pussy responds to the pain in a good way. Fuck. Could this girl be any more perfect? I don’t ever fuck a girl twice, but with her … I might think about it.

  “Good because I enjoy seeing a red ass. It matches your hair well.” I pull on her wrists and bend her over so her ass is pointing toward me. Then I zip down my pants and take out my cock. I pull a condom from my pocket and rip it open with my mouth, spitting away the plastic as I wrap the latex around my hard-on.

  As my tip touches her entrance, she hisses a little, almost like she’s preparing for me to thrust. But I don’t like it when she’s prepared.

  I slide my cock along her slit, extending the time she’ll have to wait. Her moans grow increasingly louder as I tease her to the limit. My balls are bursting with cum, but I can wait … until she least expects it.

  One hard smack to the ass has her almost standing straight again, but I push her back down.

  “Don’t move,” I growl. “Take it like a good girl.”

  “You’re one kinky motherfucker, aren’t you?”

  I smack her other ass cheek. “That’s for the filthy talk.”

  “Oh … so you like to punish, huh?”

  I fondle her clit while my cock is still erect against her pussy. “As I said, I like to get what I want, and what I want is to fuck you without having to control myself.”

  “Don’t …” she murmurs.

  “Don’t what?”

  “Don’t hold back.”

  Fuck. Me.

  Now, she’s gone and done it.

  Without saying a word, I thrust into her pussy completely, making her gasp out loud.

  A cry follows as my cock pulses inside her, and then I pull out again … only to thrust again.

  I repeat this over and over again, fully claiming her pussy, her moans and gasps filling the room.

  “Louder,” I growl, as I pump into her. “I want to hear you scream.”

  “Fuck!” she yells.

  I slap her ass again, the sudden sizzle making her jolt up.

  I use the opportunity to grab one of her tits and toy with it, taking her nipple between my index finger and thumb, rolling it around. Her body is hot against mine, sweat dripping down her back as I fuck her hard and without mercy.

  She knows as well as I do how reckless this is. But nothing’s more exciting than being reckless, especially when it comes to sex.

  “Please …” she moans.

  “Please, what?” I pant into her ear.

  Fondling her tits makes her pussy thump, and I get the sense that she’s close.

  So I hold her wrists as reins as I fuck her from behind as fast and hard as I can. My own release isn’t the only thing I’m seeking. I want her to make me come.

  I flick her clit while ravaging her. “Don’t fight it. Come from my cock fucking your tiny hole, girl.”

  “Oh, god …” she moans, her pussy tightening around me.

  “Yes, come all over me,” I growl.

  When I feel it, I combust.

  A loud, drawn-out roar emanates from my mouth as I plunge into her, feeling her clamp around me. My seed jets out in a seemingly never-ending spurt. My toes curl from the intensity, my nails digging into her skin as I hold her wrists tight.

  When my cock deflates, I pull out and lean against her back, panting heavily.

  “Wow …” she murmurs.

  I press a soft kiss to the back of her neck and then untie her wrists.

  “Thanks,” she says.

  “My pleasure. Literally.” I smirk as I take off the condom, tie it in a knot, and throw it in the bin.

  I zip up again as she pulls up her panties and plucks her bra from the floor.

  “What now?” she asks.

  “Now … nothing.” I shrug as I walk to my kitchen and start some coffee. She keeps looking at me, a bit befuddled. “You’re welcome to shower,” I add.

  “Thanks.” She nods, and then saunters off.

  She opens a door, and I immediately hear lots of clattering sticks and metal.

  “The other door,” I say.

  “Oops. Sorry.” She laughs, and I hear her try to pick them up.

  “No worries.”

  “Right.” She clears her throat. “I broke your broom. What do you want me to do with it?”

  She shows me two ends of a stick, one still has the brush on it.

  I smirk to myself as my mind overflows with things to say, and I pick the most horrible one. “Paint it pink and tape a vibrator to it.”

  She makes a weird, creeped-out face, followed by an annoyed one. I open my mouth to tell her to throw it away instead, but she responds. “Don’t dare me because I will do it.”

  I shrug, smiling. Guess I don’t even have to bother. “Cool. Keep it then.”

  She narrows her eyes and then storms off.

  After a few seconds, I hear the shower running, and I smile to myself. I don’t think this girl really knew what she was doing, after all. She seems clueless, yet it’s kind of endearing too. Not that it matters because I probably won’t ever see her again.

  When she’s done showering, I place two cups of coffee on the counter and wait for her to step out. She’s still in her bra and panties as she walks over to me.

  “Don’t want to put your clothes back on?” I ask, raising my brows.

  “Too hot.”

  “Then I guess you don’t want this either.” I attempt to pull the cup of coffee away, but she grabs it before I can.

  “I’ll take it,” she muses, our eyes locking for the first time since we had sex.

  She blushes and pulls the cup away, almost as if she’s afraid to touch my fingers.

  I sigh. Time to pull out the big guns. “Look, I know this is awkward, but it doesn’t have to be,” I say. “It was just sex.”

  “Just sex,” she repeats as if it’s a mantra to herself.

  “Right, and it doesn’t mean anything.”

  “Meaningless sex.” Her eyes drift off a little as she takes a sip of her coffee.

  “Doesn’t mean it wasn’t good,” I say, taking a sip too. “You tell me.”

  She glances at me and then looks away again.

  “Or not. It doesn’t matter. As long as you don’t regret it.”

  “No,” she says, looking straight at me. “I don’t regret it. It’s just … the first time I’ve ever done this.”

  “What? Just sex?”

  “Yeah. Just sex. No boyfriend. No date. No nothing.”

  I smile as I put my cup down. “And did you like it?”

  A wicked, dirty smile creeps onto her lips. “A lot.”

  I grin. “Good. Just remember that.”

  After she drinks
her coffee, she gets up and collects her clothes, putting them on again with ease. I watch her from a distance as she makes her way to my door. I hesitate to follow her and open it for her, but I know it’ll only make it more difficult, so I don’t.

  “Thanks for the coffee,” she says as her hand rests on the door handle. “And for the sex. Oh, and for the broom, of course.” She grins playfully as she grabs the broken broom off the floor.

  I laugh and wink. “You’re welcome, I guess.”

  She nods, flicking her hair back as she opens the door. “See ya. Or not.”

  “Or not,” I repeat.

  Not is what I usually say … but, for some reason, looking at her leave gives me the shivers. Like I’m supposed to say something. Like I’m supposed to make her stop and ask for her number. Or at least ask her to come back sometime.

  I don’t know why. I never have this thought with any girl.

  But then the moment disappears as she closes the door behind her and sucks all the hotness out of the room in an instant. I walk to the door and listen as she walks away. Her wedges are the last thing I hear clicking in the dark before I turn around and walk away, repeating my mantra over and over in my head.

  Walk away, Thomas, walk away.

  Don’t get attached.

  Don’t ever get to know them.

  Don’t ever fall in love again.

  Chapter 2

  Hailey

  I tiptoe into my dorm room and close the door without making a sound. My roomie, Lesley, is sprawled facedown on her bed. One of her feet almost touches the floor, and I can hear her snore. Containing my laughter, I go to my bed and quickly undress to hop under the warm blanket.

  Smiling to myself, I can’t stop thinking about what I just did.

  Sneaking out to dance in the middle of the night.

  It’s so not what I usually do, but it was definitely worth it.

  Fuck. I just fucked.

  For the very first time.

  And Jesus, it was just as amazing as Lesley says it is.

  Although I don’t think she got tied up. Or tongue-fucked right before.

  God, it was amazing, and all I wanna do is scream, but that would make me an asshole for waking her up, so I don’t.

  I’m no longer a freaking virgin. Fucking finally.

  ***

  The next morning

  I don’t think I’ve ever slept this well. At least not while sleeping with that snore whore next to me. I smile stupidly as I put on my clothes and look at myself in the mirror, thinking ‘fuck yeah, this bitch got laid!’ Then I pack my bag for the first day of the second semester at college.

  Yes, I know it’s seriously fucked up, but I really didn’t wanna end up in class being the only virgin. And I can now honestly say I am in love with dick. Maybe I’ll become a junkie. Beats getting drunk at a party any day.

  I look in our private bathroom, trying to find Lesley, but she seems to have disappeared on me.

  “If you aren’t coming back, I’m going without you, Les,” I shout.

  Then I turn around and sling my backpack over my shoulder. Right as I try to leave through the door, it slams in my face.

  “Why?” Lesley’s behind the door. With my vibrator in her hand. “Why?” She jiggles it like it’s fucking jelly.

  “Why what? Why the fuck are you holding Mr. Pink?”

  “Mr. Pink?” She snorts. “That’s what you call him?”

  “You’re just fucking jealous.” I try to snatch it away from her. “Get your own.”

  “Ew, I don’t want your stinky stick.” She only holds it with her index finger and thumb now, swaying it back and forth but still keeping it away from me.

  “Then give it back.”

  “No, not before you tell me. Why … was this not under your bed?” she asks.

  I frown. “What?”

  “It’s always under your bed. I know you’re a vib-whore. You use this thing on a daily basis.”

  “What? Nah …” I try to hide my blush by reaching for the vibrator, but it isn’t working.

  “Yeah, you do. I can hear the noise.” She raises her brow. “The thing is … I didn’t last night.”

  “So?” I put my hand against my side.

  She narrows her eyes at me. “You weren’t here last night …”

  “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t.”

  “Spill it!” she says, pointing the vibrator at me like it’s some sort of correctional tool.

  “Fuck no, my business.”

  “You’re glowing … You’re hiding something. Friends don’t hide stuff …” she says. “I’m not letting you leave.”

  “We’ll miss class,” I say, folding my arms.

  She shrugs. “Don’t care.”

  “First day? Hello?”

  She shrugs again.

  I sigh. “Fine! I was out. Happy now?”

  She pouts. “Without me? You never go without me. Oh, no … don’t tell me it’s because of your mom … What happened?”

  I shake my head. “No, it’s not because of my mom. I just wanted to see what it was like on my own.” Now, I feel guilty.

  She shakes her head. “Idiot. You could’ve been drugged.”

  “I know, and I’m sorry; it was stupid.”

  “Damn right. Why’d you go alone?”

  “I just wanted to dance with some guys without making a scene—”

  “You mean, without me cock-blocking you. Yeah, I get it.” She shrugs.

  “No, not like that … I just didn’t want you to be left alone in there while I went off with some dude.”

  “Oh … that’s it.” She grins from ear to ear. “You actually managed to hook up with a guy, didn’t you?”

  My eyes widen. “How do—”

  Her jaw drops. “Oh, my god …”

  Shit. She lured it out of me.

  “Fuck you!” I smack her on the arm.

  “I didn’t think you’d actually admit it so fast. Oh, my god! You were with a guy!”

  “Not. That. Special.” I smack her again.

  “It is when you were there in the middle of the fucking night. Yeah, I heard you sneaking in.”

  “So?”

  “You did it, didn’t you?” she says, almost hanging on my lips for the answer.

  “If I tell you, will you shut up?”

  “Maybe.”

  I roll my eyes. “Yeah, we fucked.”

  “Fuck, yes!” she screams. “Finally! I’m not alone anymore.”

  I shake my head. “Oh, Jesus.”

  “What? It’s lonely in ho-land. Now, I’ve finally got my best friend with me.” She hugs me tight. “So how was it? And who? Where? Tell me everything.”

  “We have ten minutes to get to class!” I say.

  “So? Just tell me the small details. Quick.” She pokes me with the vibrator. “We’re not leaving. This is too important. Spill it.”

  “Fine.” I laugh a little. “He was a bit older than me, but not much.”

  “How old?”

  “I don’t know … maybe twenty-five?”

  “How can you not know?” She makes a face.

  “I don’t know.”

  “You don’t know anything about him? What about his name?”

  I shake my head. She looks at me as if I’ve been smoking crack.

  “Are you insane? You slept with a dude for the first fucking time, and you don’t even know his name? You gave away your fucking virginity to a random stranger?”

  “That pretty much sums it up.” I shrug. “It’s not a big deal.”

  “Of course, it is!” She grabs me. “You finally lost your V-card.”

  “I don’t want it to be a big deal. That’s why I did it. I just wanted to do it. That’s it.”

  “Damn, girl …” She lets out a short gasp. “Can’t believe it.” She makes a sad face. “My little Hailey, all grown up.”

  I wave away her hand as she tries to pat me on the head. “Fuck you, Les.”

  “Oh, c’mon.
I’m just proud of you. And I can’t believe you did something that dangerous.” She puts her arm around my shoulder. “Sneaking off with some random stranger. Was it good?”

  I smile just thinking about it. “Oh, yeah … good.”

  “Like good good? Like so good Fabio would be jealous of our fuck that came straight out of a romance novel or Gooooooood so fucking good I just came from his voice alone?” She fans herself.

  “Last one.” I smirk.

  She squeals. “Where’d you guys meet?”

  “Just a club …”

  “Why didn’t you bring me? Maybe he could’ve introduced me to some of his friends.”

  “We were both alone.”

  “So he was on the lookout for a chick to bang. I get it. Nothing wrong with that.”

  “Exactly,” I say. “We just wanted to fuck. End of story.”

  “Except it was your first time. Well done, girl.” She kisses me on the cheek. “Feel any different?”

  “No, not really. I thought I would … but I don’t.”

  “Heh, that’s what we all think. Just revel in the fact that your banging was awesome. Not all of us are so lucky.” She jiggles Mr. Pink back and forth again. “Right, Mr. Pinky-Dink?”

  “Oh, fuck off.” I snatch the vibrator from her hand and throw it backward onto my bed. “Let’s just fucking go and get this first day of second semester over with.”

  “Fine, fine, but after class, can we look him up on Facebook? Please?” she begs.

  “No. Besides, I don’t know anything about him. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

  “Fuck. Such a shame if he was that good.”

  “I have nothing to compare it with, but what I can tell you is that he was much better than any of the boys who ever tried to touch me there. Or anywhere, for that matter.”

  “Well, good; you seemed like you needed it, from the number of batteries you’ve wasted on Mr. Pinky-Wink.” She pokes me in the side and grins. “Now, let’s go troll some classes.”

  ***

  Minutes later

  We shuffle into class behind all the other students and sit down on two seats at the end of the second to the last row. The class is noisy—a lot of students chatting and some even throwing stuff around.