Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

EMMA’s POV: 

"I’m Mr.Hayes and this AP Studio Art.As many of you already know, you'll be required to submit an art portfolio for the AP exam..."

The Bar Guy— I mean, Mr.Hayes, was explaining things about the portfolio we needed to prepare at the end of the school year.

Very important stuff.

But I couldn't seem to concentrate.

Every time I looked at him, I saw glimpses of that night.

How gorgeous he looked as he pinned me against the wall.

I was arching my back and I exposed myself to him, shamelessly.

How I wanted to feel that feeling again.

I wanted to feel full like when his fingers were inside me.

He was taking his sweet time, purposefully teasing and torturing me.

He would let his tip enter me, but only a little bit, before pulling away.

I was squirming in agony and hunger.

"Please," I begged.

"Please, I want it now," I pleaded to him.

"You're not there yet. It's gonna hurt you,"

"I don’t care, just do it,"

Whoa, girl! Pull yourself together, woman! 3 I shook my head quickly to get the image out of my head.

My cheeks were flaring up and I was getting sweaty and my heart was racing for no good reason.

I tried looking down at my knees, but that actually made things worse.

I remembered the moment his hand traveled from my knee to my lower thigh and to the hem of my dress.

He slid his thumb underneath the fabric as his hand continued moving up.

The feeling of his fingers touching my bare skin lit me on fire.

His thumb stopped when it reached the band of my panties.

And then, I felt his fingers cupping my wet area through the laced fabric.

When he pushed his finger deep inside me, I almost couldn't breathe.

He circled my opening with that finger, pulling out, and pushing back in.

It felt so damn good.

And when he slid another finger in, I was on the verge of collapsing.

That feeling when his two fingers then started doing this scissor movement, parting my core slightly each time, that was the best feeling ever— "Miss Sinclair? Are we paying attention?"

Mr.Hayes’ voice abruptly brought me back into reality.

"Uh, yeah, sorry,"

I muttered quickly, crossing my legs together since it was getting uncomfortable.

I can’t believe I'm actually getting wet in the middle of class.

His class.

Oh, just kill me now.

"I know this class is the last period of the day.

Many of you are probably dying to go home already, so I'll make this quick,"

Mr.Hayes spoke to the class, but somehow I felt like that was directed right at me.

your class syllabus, they're pretty self- explanatory.Take one before you leave the classroom.Feel free to come to the studio or send me an email if you have any questions.If not, I'll see you next

a happy cheer as Mr.Hayes dismissed the

teacher,

as she packed her things into her

say to that, so I just

walked to his desk and grabbed

head for the door when he

with you before

I gulped instantly.

ahead Car, I'll see

motioned for Carrie to

"See you tomorrow, Em,"

saying goodbye to Carrie, I walked back slowly to

chair behind

had left before I

and his gaze bored into mine.He gritted his teeth and he looked

guess...you remember

student?" his tone was flat

gave him a small

up tall and walked around the desk until he was facing

a college bar and you were drinking.I thought you

I actually look that old?" I didn’t mean to be a

didn't seem like a good

not the point,"

"You look mad,"

I took a step back

you doing at a bar, getting drunk, and dressed like that?"

was my birthday, okay? We were

wrong? I could get fired, no I could get

perfectly legal in the state of Georgia.You weren't

out a deep sigh, but his face

for the longest time and he just studied

It was getting unbearable.

a college bar anyway? I

to break the awkward

got a job teaching.Here," he made sure I heard that

"Oh," I mouthed.

I didn’t peg you for a...high school student,"he said

"Inexperienced?"

Somehow I felt offended.

a pretty good job considering it

that.Just...forget...all this

his hair with his hand and walked away.But

not the right time to

now?"

was a stupid

anything illegal in the past, present, and future, can

asked him, pausing for a moment before adding,

by what I

while, but

I said one last time

I couldn't sleep

kept thinking

to have to call him

was debating whether or not I should tell Tiff and Carrie, but I decided I shouldn't do

out and I didn’t want to

that happened with Mr.

use to mull

thought of it never happening again made me

I knew who the Bar Guy was, he was my beautiful

me get

I'd meet this gorgeous stranger again at another time

ever and he’d do me like he did

was a sweet and

now that I knew

My freaking art teacher.

  Out of all the people in the world, why did it have

closed my eyes, hoping I could erase everything with a good night

closed my eyes, I was seeing

lit