Teacher’s Pet: Chapter 2

Here is chapter 2 of my planned story. I hope you all enjoy! Drop a comment and let me know what you think =]

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As soon as he saw Lexi’s text, Paul felt his pulse quicken. He knew that this kind of private communication with a student was extremely frowned upon. And yet…he knew he was particularly vulnerable right now. His wife currently wanted nothing to do with him, and now his favorite student was vying for his attention.

Paul took a hefty swig of his whiskey, and composed a response.

“Hello Lexi! No problem about sharing my number…although, it is frowned upon. So, I hope I can trust you to keep this between us?”

Paul hit send, before writing a quick follow up text. His hands shook as he typed, wondering if he was reading too much into the situation. She probably did just want some help on her homework.

“What can I help you with? Did you have a question about the homework?”

As he waited anxiously for a response, Paul’s thoughts drifted back to his memories from the day…to Lexi biting her lip as she watched him finish his set in the weight room…her tight little spandex shorts, barely covering her perfectly sculpted ass….the black sports bra pressing her breasts firmly together. His pants became tighter as his imagination started to supplant his memory.

Lexi wasn’t sure that Mr. D would respond to her text. She and her girlfriends always joked around about asking the “hot teacher” for his phone number, but none of them really had to guts to do it…none of them besides her, she thought with a grin.

It started that morning in the gym, when she had gone in expecting to be alone, and instead found Mr. D breathing heavy as he bench pressed more than her boyfriend Nick could even get onto the bar. He was going at it with the zeal of a man trying to forget about all of his troubles, She leaned against the wall, watching him pump, noticing the sweat showing through his shirt on his chest. She felt herself start to get wet as she stood there, staring, biting her lip.

And then, later in class…he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was used to men sneaking glances when they thought she wasn’t looking…but this was different. This was…a connection. She felt his eyes bore into her soul. She made up her mind then and there to make her move.

When she decided to text that very same night, laying on her bed and biting her lip before hitting send, she was sure he wouldn’t respond. But when she saw three little dots appear in her message app indicating that he was texting back, her heart gave a flutter.

“Of course this will stay between us Mr. D…the last thing in the world I would want is for you to get in trouble! You are the only teacher who treats us like real adults! School would be miserable without you there <3”

She hit send, before composing a follow up.

“And I didn’t really have a question about the homework…I actually just needed someone to vent to. And you’ve always been so easy to approach in class. I just…didn’t have the 18th birthday I was hoping for =[“

Paul didn’t realize that, as his imagination dwelled on images of Lexi in class, leaning against his desk, slowly pulling up her skirt up to reveal a pink little thong wedged in between her tight little teenage ass, looking back at him and biting her lip, that his hand had come to rest on his groin. He and his wife hadn’t been intimate in weeks, and it was clearly taking its toll.

He was roused back to reality when Lexi responded. As calmly as he could, Paul opened the message. His fingers went on autopilot, his resolve melting away with each passing moment, and each swig of his drink. This was just an innocent conversation between a teacher and his favorite student, wasn’t it? Seeing to his student’s emotional needs was part of his job, just as much as helping them grow academically.

“I supposed you can vent to me, Lexi. Like I always say in class, I want my students to know that they can approach me about anything. I’m so sorry that your birthday hasn’t gone as planned. What happened (or didn’t happen)?”

Almost immediately, he saw that she was typing back. He imagined her, laying on her bed, staring at her phone, waiting for his response, no top on, a tight pair of booty shorts hugging her ass. In actuality, he wasn’t far off. His phone went off again.

“That means so much to me Mr. D! I’m so lucky to have a person like you in my life.”

As he read, another text came in.

“It’s just…my boyfriend, Nick, said he was going to do something special for me. Apparently, his idea of ‘special’ is taking me out to eat at Red Robin then making me watch him and his friends play video games. I ended up leaving and heading home, and he hasn’t even texted me to see if I’m okay. I am just so tired of the boys at this school being so immature.”

Again, Paul’s fingers moved faster than his brain. The voice inside his head telling him that this was a bad idea was becoming more muted as his fingers worked.

“That’s such a shame, Lexi. A girl only turns 18 once, it’s a special occasion, and should be treated as one. On this day, more than any other, you deserve to be treated like a princess. And if I’m being honest, I never really understood why you and Nick were together in the first place. You know I try to treat all of my students like adults…well, you are one of the few who actually acts like one. Nick and his ‘bros’ act like children still.”

He took another swig of whisky to steady his nerves. He sensed that he was about to cross a line…he had to be careful here, lest he scare her off.

“A girl as beautiful as you could have her pick of guys at school. It’s just a shame that none of them seem to be on your same level of maturity…”

As soon as he hit send, Paul went into panic mode. Had he really just called his student beautiful? Surely she would find that creepy, wouldn’t she?

Little did he know that when she saw the word “beautiful,” Lexi beamed from ear to ear, and slowly moved her hands in between her legs as she began typing back with one hand.

“Do you really think I’m beautiful? Mr. D, you’re making me blush! That’s a huge compliment, especially coming from you…I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but it’s the consensus of all of my friends that you are the most handsome teacher in school!”

As Paul read, his hands became possessed. Reading over her words, as if he were in a trance, he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor around his ankles. His boxer briefs were caught on his erection. He rearranged himself and slid his cock through the slit in his groin. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen himself so hard, so swollen. The nagging voice returned, telling him how immoral it was to masturbate as he talked to a student. The voice was quickly overruled once again by Paul’s own hand. But before he could reply, another text came in from Lexi.

“It’s just so frustrating that I got myself so dressed up too. But he barely even seemed to notice. I sent him a pic as I was getting ready and all he said was…’nice.’ Maybe I just didn’t look as cute I thought…could I send you the same picture and get a guy’s perspective on it?”

Without even giving his better senses a chance to stop where this was headed, Paul hastily responded.

“I’d be happy to offer an objective opinion on your outfit, Lexi. You always have such good fashion sense in school, I’m sure the problem is him, not you.”

Almost as soon as the text came through, an attachment came from Lexi. When Paul saw it, his jaw dropped, his hand started to slide up his erect shaft, and any chance of him pulling himself away from the ledge was gone.

In the picture, Lexi had on a tiny black dress. She was leaning over slightly, her toned arms supporting her up as she stuck out her ass. The “dress,” if it could really be called that, only covered half of her ass. He could practically see the entire side of her cheek exposed. He couldn’t tell, however, if she had on a thong…or nothing at all. The dress itself was pulled down slightly. Lexi’s arms were pressing her chest together, showing off her cleavage. The dress was pulled down enough to show off the black and pick push up bra underneath. Her stunning blue eyes were perfectly accented by her dark eye shadow, her blonde hair in a side braid, and the smile on her face could only be described as “seductive.”

Lexi was only slightly nervous about sending the picture to Mr. D. Hormones flooded her teenage brain, giving her even less resolve than Paul. Ever since he had called her “beautiful,” her hand had been rubbing small circles against the fabric of her bright red thong. But she didn’t want him to just think she was beautiful. She wanted him to crave her like she craved him.

“Thoughts?” She added after her picture.

She saw three circles appear, then disappear. Appear again, disappear again. The poor man must be so flustered, she thought. She knew he was married, and a man of “integrity.” She just had to convince him that this was for real…that he could have her, all of her, if he just reached out and took her.

Finally, he responded. As she read, she leaned back in her bed, and slid her hand underneath her bra, cupping her breast and sliding her nail around her nipple, feeling it get hard in response to her touch and to Mr. D’s flustered response.

“Stunning…absolutely stunning. You know, form a totally objective, male viewpoint. The only way I can see Nick not responding well to that dress is if he is gay or doesn’t have a pulse…because any man who saw this would be be instantly attracted to you. Although…it’s hard to tell if you have anything on under that dress…”

As Paul hit send, he knew they were crossing another line…but he also knew he didn’t care. He was buzzed now as he slammed the rest of his whiskey, and nearly mad with lust. He didn’t know how much longer he could maintain whatever small shred of professionalism he was still holding on to.

His resolve crumbled when Lexi responded.

“Yeah it’s kind of hard to tell from that angle, but I actually had this thong under the dress.”

She attached a picture. Lexi was standing in front of a mirror. Reflected in it, her tight hamstrings were flexed as her exposed body was covered only by the minuscule red thong wedged in between her sculpted, athletic ass. Paul let out a “Jesus Christ,” as he felt precum start to spray out of his cock. At just that moment, he heard the garage door open.

“Shit shit shit,” he muttered, his orgasm ruined. He hastily pulled up his briefs and his pants and put his phone face down as his wife walked in. She was drunk, he could see that right away. Without saying more than five words to him, she went to the bedroom and closed the door.

When she left, Paul felt his heart practically beating out of his chest. He felt down in between his legs to feel that his pants and briefs were stained and sticky from his precum. He couldn’t believe he had let things get so far. This was a mistake…he knew it was wrong. Trying to maintain his composure, he opened his phone to see a text from Lexi.

“What’s wrong Mr. D, cat got your tongue? ;)”

As much as he wanted to respond differently, he knew he had to diffuse the situation as best as he could.

“Sorry Lexi, something came up with my wife. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow in class.”

He closed his phone and let out a sigh. He got ready for bed, and climbed into the couch.

Try as he might, his sleep was fitful at best. His dreams were odd mixes of Lexi in class, wearing only that red thong, of his wife screaming that she wanted a divorce, of her watching, arms crossed, as Lexi took his cock in her hand…

He was startled awake, covered in sweat. He checked his phone. It was 4:30 in the morning…and he had an unread text from Lexi.

“Heading in early for another morning gym session, Mr. D?”

His body was betraying him again. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his gym bag, brushed his teeth, and changed as his fingers typed back. “I’m on my way to school now.”

“Great! Then I guess I’ll see you there <3”

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