Chapter 1: English AP

I'm sitting in the front row in my English AP class staring directly at Mr. Taylor. He's staring right back at me, just like I want. His eyes look so weak and worried. Worried that someone is going to catch that we are exchanging sexy glances with one another and notice that his eyes dart down when I spread my legs to let him peek-up my skirt.

I bite down on my lower lip, wondering what he thinks of me not wearing any panties today. Mr. Taylor shifts in his seat and clears his throat. I watch him as he moves his right hand under the desk and shifts again as he adjusts his pants.

My heart pounds in my ears. Oh, God, yes right where I want him, weak, vulnerable, and, my favorite, horny. Horny for me, yearning for me, needing me wrapped around him as I pleasure him until we are both screaming in ecstasy. I smirk at him, part my legs a tad bit more, and lean back in my chair to stretch, letting Mr. Taylor get a good glimpse of my full, round breast.

He's starting to get nervous and anxious. I can tell by the way his eyes are shifting, staying away from my fierce gaze. I desperately want to ease away that anxiety. So I rise from my desk, my essay in my hand, and cross the gap between me and my future lover. My sleek and sexy four inch heels slap against the tile and the noise makes Mr. Taylor's beautiful green eyes look up at me. With every step I take, my breast bounce and I know that when Mr. Taylor closes those emerald eyes, the motion is killing him and making him want me even more.

I move around his desk so that I'm standing next to him and I place my essay in front of him. I let my gaze fall down to his crotch and feel the pleasure and the power wash over me when I see the huge bulge in his dress pants. Oh how I yearned to touch it, to feel it in me. Both in my mouth and the wetness between my long tanned legs.

"I need some help, Mr. Taylor." I whisper slowly near his ear.

As I bend over to point at a sentence in my essay, my long black tendrils of hair fall over my shoulder and wave in front of his face. It's every man's weakness, my hair. It's what makes me really irresistible. The dark curls make men want to thread their fingers in it as the pound into me, making me scream. I do know this from experience.

Then, for the first time ever, I feel his skin touching mine. His warm hand is touching my leg, below desk level so no one can see our close contact. I breathe out a very soft moan and he coughs loudly trying to cover it up. I've fucked plenty of high school boys and boys just going into college but never have I been with a grown man. I've never had a male over the age of twenty-five and for my teacher to be the first real man I'll ever fuck sent so much excitement through my body I could barely keep control of myself.

"Wh-what do you need help with Payton?" Mr. Taylor asks, removing his hand from my leg. I curse loudly in my mind and give him a hard glare. I then point again at the same sentence in my essay. His eyes move as he reads each word that I've written for him. As he reads the next few sentences, his hands return to caressing my skin.

Mr. Dan Taylor I want you so bad. I need you. And, Mr. Dan Taylor, I know you want me too. So don't you deny it. Can we meet sometime soon? I don't think I can stand it much longer.

He motions towards a metal chair sitting near his desk and mumbles something about grabbing it so we could discuss my essay. Bravado pulses in my veins as I grab the cool brown metal chair and set it next to him. I sink down into the chair and without warning I reach over to his lap and squeeze his cock through his dress pants. Mr. Taylor, clearly taken by surprise, drops the pen he held in his hand and firmly grabs me by the wrist with his other.

The set of Mr. Taylor's jaw is warning me not to but his eyes, those damn beautiful eyes, are beckoning me, pleading for me to touch him again. I slide my hand out of his grip and reach over to his wonderful hard on. I stroke his long hard staff with my fingers, petting it through his pants, wishing I could see it and feel it. Somehow I manage to unzip his pants without him arguing with me and slip my petite hand inside. He, with his free hand, unbuttons the top button for me so I don't have to work as hard to caress him. For a few moments, he holds my hand in place, letting me feel his warm flesh for the first time while he holds his pen in the other hand, pointing at my essay, pretending to be discussing it with me.

After a while, he let's me do what I want, so with my index finger I circle his tip making him jerk his hips a tad bit and, to try to ignore the insane amount of pleasure he receives from this, he starts whispering things about essays to me once more. I smile and nod, pretending to care. His phone rings drawing out a jump from both him and I. I snatch my hand away as he dives for his phone. Pre-cum trickles down my index finger and I get a sudden urge to lick my finger, to taste him. Unfortunately, the class in front of us is an obstacle.

As he talks to whomever on the phone, he guides my hand back to his hot flesh. I pull away and nod to his clock. We had a minute left of class. He tries to hurry with his phone call and zips his pants back up. The bell rings and I rise from my chair.

Mr. Taylor watches me as I walk back to my things and begs me to stay with his two pretty emeralds. I shake my head no and gather my things with a satisfied smile on my face.

Yes, I had him right where I wanted him.

Mr. Taylor finally hangs up the phone just as the door to the class room closes after the final student left. I was the last one standing in the class room, putting my book into my shoulder bag slowly. We were now alone. He got up from his desk and walks over to me.

"Stay." He whispers, "Stay with me."

"Sorry Mr. Taylor-" He starts to shake his head, stopping me in mid-sentence.

"If we keep doing the things that we've just done, you are going to have to call me Dan. But only when we're ... only-what I mean to say is that you are going to have to call me Dan if we are going to be alone doing those type of things." How adorable he was when he got this frustrated. His forehead was creased, so scared that he said too much too soon.

I laughed a deep, sexy throaty laughed that made men crave me before saying, "Sure, Dan, just not today. I've plans." I said and walked around my desk to be closer to him.

I placed a hand on the back of his neck and guided his head down towards mine. Our lips brushed up against each other just for a sweet second before I pulled away.

"I've got to go ... Dan." I said smiling.

Then I turned and left the classroom before things went way out of control. Or I guess I should say before I loose control and fuck my English right here at school on his desk.

"Payton! Hey Payton! Wait up!" The deep raspy voice was owned by none other than my ex boyfriend, Chad Briers.

I drew out a deep sigh of disbelief. What could he possibly want now? We've been broken up for a week now; he's talked me to death about getting back together. Though I've made it pretty clear I don't want a relationship right now, he still precedes to try. It's a big annoyance to me but he doesn't seem to catch that.

I turn to face Chad. With hand on hip, I say, "What Chad?"

"I was just wondering if you were going to the party tonight. The one Alex Brown is throwing."

"Hmmm let me think about that ... A high school party or a raging college party with hot college boys who don't want relationships and more alcohol than a stupid high school party could round up ... let us weight the two options..." I look up at the ceiling as I tap my index finger on my lips. The index finger where Dan's juice had been on.

"Oh." Chad's face turns from excitement to hurt in a matter of two seconds, "Ok. I was just wondering." He shrugs then, "See ya later I guess."