A/N Well, I’m working on another lemon. I hope this isn’t getting weird. A seventeen year old writing this stuff. What’s going through his mind you ask? Well, I think that I want to try and have fun with the way I write if you know what I mean. I don’t know about you but I’m getting good at this. All Characters are over 18.
A Teacher’s love
I sat in the middle of class watching the teacher. She had such beautiful legs coming out of her skirt. I always dreamed of being able to touch them. She always wears a skirt. It’s always tempting me to no extent. I look at her continuously knowing that she felt my stare on her back. I swear she was doing the things she did just to tempt me. I always had to move my legs to adjust myself. It’s always different scenarios that go through my mind that makes me hard in the middle of her lectures. I couldn’t help the way I felt for her.
“Alex,” Jenna was watching me again, “Hey, you’re doing it again. Just staring off into space.”
I looked at her, “huh?”
She sighed, “you’re doing that thing were you just stare at Ms. Erickson.”
“Why are you watching me? Aren’t you supposed to be paying attention to the board?”
She just turned away from me with a frown on her face. She’s had a crush on me the past four years but she’s my best friend. I didn’t want to ruin that relationship that me and her has. I always know what’s going through her mind. We have this connection where can see what we’re thinking. It’s an awkward feeling always having your best friend going through your mind. Will you stop looking at me, she growled through my mind.
I just chuckled and looked back up to notice that the teacher was writing down the assignment for tonight’s math homework. I always ask for help but I never get it because she always leaves after school. I don’t know what she’s in a rush for. There was only five minutes of school left and I was still watching her. It’s odd that you’re teacher never stays after to help her students. Hey you coming over tonight, I asked Jenna.
I don’t know. Mom and dad are going out and I don’t want to leave the house. But know you, I can’t say no, she sighed, Yea, I know. You’re going to need help with your homework aren’t you?
Of course, you know I don’t pay attention in class, which she should. Seeing as she’s always watching me. I don’t understand her very well. Jenna never really cared before now. Did she find Ms. Erickson a threat? Is it that she can’t stand knowing that I might be taken from her?
“I hate when you do that,” she sighed, “It feels weird when I can’t feel your thoughts.”
“I’m sorry it’s just that we both need our privacy to think about things that go through our minds without the other knowing.”
“I know but,” she was having a hard time putting what she wanted to say into words, “I want to know what my best friend is thinking at all times.”
I watched her thinking that she’s really in love with me. I couldn’t help it but I couldn’t love the same way she loved me not even close. We grew up together and it’s like we were siblings in the womb of our mothers. I was only thirsty seconds older than she is. We grew up together and even swore at age eight that we would be together when we got older yet I have a fetish with my math teacher. Jenna was always there when I got hurt or if I needed help on our homework she only lived a couple houses away and our parents are best friends. In fact the truth is that I loved Jenna more than I should when we’re like one mind.
“Alex,” my eyes snapped to check the time but the teacher was in front of me. I looked up and saw the perfect mounds that were her breasts in front of me like a buffet waiting for me to devour them, “may I have a word with you tomorrow after school?”
I nodded and looked up into her eyes, “Sure Ms. Erickson,” I thought why would she want to see me after school when she always disappeared when the bell rang. I didn’t understand it.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The bell rang and I watched as the teacher left in a hurry and I couldn’t help but feel the stiffness in the front of my pants when I watched her like that she had the body that every guy at the school wanted. Yet they didn’t attempt to go after the most beautiful teacher in the school. She was only twenty-five years old.
Are you coming over tonight Jenna?
I don’t know yet. I might. But it won’t be to do homework. I want to talk to you about something whether you like it or not.
Alright. I’m not complaining. I would rather you come over than not at all. You know that we both love to hang out with each other. Just being in each other’s company is what is better than not being together at all.
She just giggled at that and walked out of the class with me on her heals, “hey can I get a ride home with you?”
“Yeah, come on. I’m not staying after today,” I took the lead and went out the student parking lot. I still couldn’t believe the teacher asked me to stay after school tomorrow.
She growled in my mind and got in on the passenger’s side of the car. I could tell that this was going to be an awkward ride home. Just her thoughts were giving me that clue. She hated when I blocked her out. I couldn’t help it though. It’s just that I couldn’t let her know that I had a major fetish with the teacher.