*All characters in this story are eighteen and over*
I had been rounding a corner and because I was too busy laughing I didn't see him. His body hit mine so hard that my books and the papers in his hands went flying everywhere. My friend stood watching it all.
"I am so incredibly sorry." I said bending down, my face hot. I could feel his eyes on me, half judging me for my foolishness, the other half filled with lust.
"It's alright Ms. Tobin but please be more careful next time."
"Yes, Mr. Howard." I collected my things slowly, prolonging my leave so that he could leave first. He stood with his things and looked down at me. My eyes trailed the length of his body until they rested on his face. I rested the urge to bite my lip. His soft pink lips flashed me a quick smile before he turned to leave. As he walked away I looked at his tall frame. He was in his early thirties and while he wasn't exactly lean there was a certain fitness to his body. Maybe it was because of his height. He stood at about 6' 1''. Well, whatever it was it drove me crazy.
I noticed my writing notebook was gone during last period and right away I knew that Mr. Howard must have picked it up during our accident. I sat in my seat ignoring my math teacher's lecture. Instead my mind wandered to different scenarios where in all I would eventually end up over Mr. Howard's desk while he fucked me from behind. I closed my legs tightly under my desk, feeling a delicious tingle rise into my stomach.
When the last bell rang I took my time going to my locker. I knew Mr. Howard was a popular teacher and always had a ton of students after school. I was hoping that by the time I got to his class most students would be gone. Of course that wasn't the case. As I walked in I noticed there had to be about ten students scattered about the class.
Mr. Howard was sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his seat and for a moment my blood boiled with desire. It took all of my strength not to pounce on him. There wasn't anything I'd rather do at that moment then sit myself between his legs and pull down his black dress pants. When he turned to me I could feel the sexual tension.
I approached his desk and swallowed. "Mr. Howard I think you might have picked up something of mine this morning."
He nodded, licking his lips. "Yes I did. I hope you don't mind but I read some of your stories."
I wasn't sure how to feel about it. Because I wrote so much I never knew what stories I kept in what, which was slightly frightening. As of recently I'd taken to writing down all my feelings, including when I wanted my sexual needs fulfilled.
I shrugged it off. "It's fine don't worry about it." I even managed to end it with a smile.
Mr. Howard smiled back but something in his dark brown eyes stirred something in me. There always seemed to be a teasing look in his eyes. Whether this was only to me I didn't know and it really didn't matter. What mattered was that I saw it.
"Come back after school tomorrow. I'd like to talk about some of your writing. It's very good." This of course made sense. After all Mr. Howard was an English teacher. But a little voice inside my head convinced me that there was more to it.
At the end of the next school day I couldn't get to Mr. Howard's class fast enough. When I finally walked in there was only one other student there. Mr. Howard explained to me that he was helping her with a project and that he'd be done as soon as possible. I took a seat two rows away from his desk and took out my writing notebook.
