"You're shaking." He whispered in my ear.
"From pleasure." I replied.
"No one can ever know about us okay?" He whispered suddenly getting up.
I watched as he pulled his pants and trousers up.
"And if I want more?" I asked propping myself up on my elbows.
He looked at me sharply.
"We can't ever do this again." He said. His voice hesitant.
He didn't mean it. I slowly licked my lips.
"Don't do that." He whispered.
"And why not Sir?" I asked purring out the last word.
And that was all I needed to say before he climbed on top of me again.
But before you hear the rest let me take you back to the beginning.
I was sat in class, right at the front. Our Geography teacher Mr White was rambling on about the Earths erosion. I started tapping my pen against the desk to distract myself from falling asleep due to boredom.
"Rose I'm going to have to ask you to stop that tapping please." Mr White asked me.
I looked up at him and rolled my eyes.
"Is there a problem here?" He asked setting his glasses down on his desk.
"No." I replied.
"No Sir is what you say." Mr White commanded.
Mr White was a relatively young man, late twenties. Fresh out of University, tall, broad shoulders, short brown hair and blue eyes.
"No Sir." I said in a ridiculous sing song voice.
"Right! Detention after class." He snapped.
My head shot up. The class all made a "Oooh" sound behind me.
"For tapping my pen?" I asked.
"For the attitude." He said.
Before I could say anymore he continued with his lesson. For the rest of the lesson I sat with my arms folded across my chest and a frown on my face.
At last the bell rung and the rest of the class disappeared. All except me.
Mr White leaned against his desk and watched me for a moment.
"What?" I asked.
"Someone ought to teach that mouth of yours how to speak properly. I am your teacher and you do not speak to me like that!" He snapped at me.
"Well I'm sure you can teach my mouth other things." I shocked myself by saying this out loud.
Immediately I looked down, I could see Mr Whites footsteps getting closer to me. He put his hands on my desk.
"Rose, that is not appropriate and I'm going to over look that comment okay?" He said.
I nodded.
"Now what do you need to say to me?" He asked.
As I looked up I noticed he was staring at my chest. At 19 I had a rather large chest area, my shirt barely holding it in.
"Hmmm." I pushed my chest forward.
"Rose." He said.
I looked up at him, he was watching me.
"What should I say..." I trailed off.
"I think sorry is the word you're looking for." Mr White finished for me.
"Is sorry enough? Maybe I can repay you some other way?" I asked twirling some of my hair around my finger.
Mr White stood up straight, I stood up and moved around my desk so I was inches away from him.
I put my hands on his shirt, one hand playing with the buttons.
"Rose, stop that right now." He ordered.
"I like it when you're bossy." I commented.
I don't know where this sudden confidence came from. Maybe the lack of sex I've been having recently has driven me to this.
Or maybe it was all those sexual dreams about Mr White...
I smiled to myself.
"Stop." He repeated.
I placed my hands flat on his chest.
"But do you really want me to stop?" I whispered.