In Mr. Wilson’s strong, yet gentle embrace, Scarlet could not take her mind off of the bulge in his trousers. His dark, rich brown hair and deep, smoldering brown eyes were always extremely enticing to 15-year-old Scarlet. She breathed slowly in his comforting, strong arms as all thoughts of Mike, her violent ex, left her mind.

A million thoughts ran through Mr. Wilson’s mind. This young girl was only fifteen years old, but was so sexy. He also felt a great amount of sympathy for her; a beautiful, smart, charming girl like her did not deserve to be treated so horribly. His respect and admiration for her also grew as he thought about how many times she had shown up to class with messy hair and smudged make-up, sometimes even with bruises along her upper arms; he had never thought much about it, but now he discovered that she was being abused by her boyfriend. He made a promise to himself right then and there: he would protect her. No one would ever harm her again. He inhaled her pretty aroma of lavender and apples and rubbed her back.

He drove her home and waited in her living room for her to shower and change into fresh clothes. Scarlet came into her kitchen and was greeted warm pancakes and her sexy teacher at the table. She was overcome with gratitude; Mr. Wilson was so thoughtful and caring.

“You cooked for me?” She smiled at him.

“Well, my mother was an alcoholic, so I pretty much grew up on my own,” he admitted, embarassed.

Scarlet said nothing and just hugged him, resting her head on his muscular chest.