Waking up to a strange orange light brightly shone on my face, I notice that I am no longer in my warm bed or even my room. It's when I turn on my side that I notice the slumbering man beside me and the feeling of the sheets across my bare chest.
*I'm naked? How the HELL did I get naked?! And who is that? Where am I? Oh God! I know who that is! And by the looks of it, he's naked too! OH MY GOD! Calm down, calm down. Maybe I can slip out of here without disturbing him. Did we...oh whatever. I'm getting the hell out of here.*
I move my legs to the side, making sure I'm still covered, and begin to get up.
"Stay Right THERE!" an ominous voice bellows from the five speakers dispersed throughout the room.
The man beside me stirs and I hurriedly lie back down. His eyes open and sleepily turn to me. I look back at him worriedly, biting my lip.
"Good. He's up. Alright. Here are the conditions. Follow them or die!" the voice booms. My eyes widen as do the eyes beside me. "No one knows where you are," the voice bellows, "so don't try to scream. It will only make me angry. Here are your conditions. You must have sex together." I blush and look away, staring at the ceiling as he continues. "Oh yes, Maggie. You will have sex with him...and WILL like it. Maggie, you must tell Jeff what it is that you do in your spare time...on quizilla. And Jeff, you must tell Maggie your secret lust. Do these things, or die!" he finishes.
I don't think I could ever turn this shade of red again. I turn away, my back facing the man beside me. I feel the bed shift as he edges closer to me.
"Maggie? I know you don't want to do this, but I really don't want to get killed, and you have so much more to live for." I hear him whisper to me. Memories flood my mind of my parents, my brother, my nephews. I turn around to face him and smile awkwardly.
"Ok." I say.
"Ok," he replies, "So...what do you do on quizilla?" he says with a smile, and I blush furiously again.
"Ha. Well. You're going to call me a dork, but whatever. I have an account on quizilla, and I wrote a story on it and a couple of quizzes...all of them centering around Severus Snape. From Harry Potter. I've got a thing for the mean, evil, conniving potions master," I say with a smile.
"Are you serious?" he laughs. *His laugh is so adorable*
"Yep. I know it's weird but..." I say, looking away, my shyness creeping back.
"But you like the older guys," he finishes with a smile and a wink.
"Ha! Well now! I don't know about that *LIAR*, but...I guess it's more of the prohibited-ness of him*Ok, there's some truth*. Being a professor and all. Wanting what you can't have and all that."
"Really?" he says, eyebrows raised, a glint in his eye.
I blush furiously as he shifts to a different position, his elbow resting on the bed while his fist holds up his head. I blush furiously while looking at the man who, as of late, I have been dreaming about, lusting about. About kissing him in his classroom closet, in his car behind the school. Mr. Fox.
*I've never had feelings this strongly about anyone before in my life. It's not as if I've been sheltered for 18 years, but man! All I can think about is him, and his body, and his...*
"Nope. I lied," I say sarcastically, trying to brush it off, but I know I'm starting to get wet. *Let's change the subject shall we.* "So who's your 'secret lust'?" I asked, looking him in the eyes.
He shifts slightly then answers. "Oh, no one special really. A very talented senior of mine who I recently found out has a thing for teachers," he says, eyebrows raised.
"Oh come on. Me? Give me a break. Who would want me?" I ask seriously. *My hair and eyes may kick ASS, but my body leaves little to be desired.*
"I do," he says reaching his arm out to caress my exposed shoulder. It sends shivers down my spine. I bite my lip and he smiles. I turn to face the wall, my back facing him once more. He moves so close behind me I can feel the heat emanating from him. His arm finds my hip and I freeze up. His mouth is right by my ear.
"I haven't had a boyfriend since 9th grade. We never even held hands, let alone kiss. I haven't even had my first kiss! I'm so...inexperienced. There's no way you could even pretend to enjoy yourself with me," I whisper.
"Oh? Well. I guess I'll have to...instruct...you then," he responds, and my breath catches in my chest. He notices and chuckles to himself. You see, "Instruct me!" has become the phrase of the year in our Statistics AP class, and every time he uses it, I can only think of the numerous times I have used that phrase to a naughty use in my Snape stories. I can feel the wetness begin to accumulate between my legs as he goes on. "I can smell you in class sometimes when you get aroused," he says, beginning to kiss my neck, his mustache tickling me.
My breath quickens and I turn around to face him. I can see the lust in his eyes, and I'm sure he can see it in mine.
"Kiss me," he says, his mouth mere millimeters from mine.
"I don't know how. Why don't you instruct me?" I reply, a smile visible in my eyes.