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.
"This is 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 week,"
Everyone let out a happy cheer as Mr.Hayes dismissed the class.
"He's such a cool teacher, I like him already,"
Carrie told me as she packed her things into her backpack.
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just nodded as if I agreed.
Carrie and I walked to his desk and grabbed the class syllabus.
We were about to head for the door when he called out to me.
"Miss Sinclair, may I have a moment with you before you go?"His tone sounded serious.
I gulped instantly.
"Go ahead Car, I'll see you tomorrow,"
I motioned for Carrie to leave and she nodded.
"See you tomorrow, Em,"
After saying goodbye to Carrie, I walked back slowly to his desk.
He was sitting on the chair behind it, arranging some papers and books.
I purposefully waited until everyone had left before I started to speak.
"Hi," was all that I could muster up.He looked up at me, and his gaze bored into mine.He gritted his
teeth and he looked completely… angry.
"So, I guess...you remember me?"I blabbed.
"You're a high school student?" his tone was flat and cold.
"Yes," I gave him a small shy smile, but he wasn’t amused.
He stood up tall and walked around the desk until he was facing me.
"You were at a college bar and you were drinking.I thought you were at least 21," he spoke finally, after
a while of silence.
"Wow, did I actually look that old?" I didn’t mean to be a smart mouth, but I cracked jokes whenever I
got nervous.
Though now didn't seem like a good time.
"That's not the point," he hissed.
"You look mad,"
"I am mad,"he growled lowly and I took a step back in response.
"What the hell, Emma? What were you doing at a bar, getting drunk, and dressed like that?" he said
again, and now he was sounding too much like an adult.
I didn’t like that. "It was my birthday, okay? We were celebrating.But, whatever, it’s none of your
business," I spat.
"None of my business? Do you realize what we did was wrong? I could get fired, no I could get
arrested—"—
“No you won't," I said quickly :"I’m at a consenting age and you're...twenty something.Last I check, it's
perfectly legal in the state of Georgia.You weren't my teacher when we first met so that doesn’t
count.We did nothing wrong.You're good,"
He let out a deep sigh, but his face was still stern.
He didn't say anything for the longest time and he just studied my face.
It was getting unbearable.
"What were you doing at a college bar anyway? I thought you were a student,"
I said to him to break the awkward silence.
"I was.I was celebrating with friends.I just finished grad school and I got a job teaching.Here," he made
sure I heard that last part right.
"Oh," I mouthed.
"Damn it.I knew you were inexperienced but I didn’t peg you for a...high school student,"he said
suddenly, letting out a deep frustrated breath.
"Inexperienced?"
Somehow I felt offended.
I thought I did a pretty good job considering it was my first time.
"Forget I said that.Just...forget...all this mess, whatever this is,"
he said as he raked his hair with his hand and walked away.But of course, he didn’t know it was my first
time.
And this was probably not the right time to mention that either.
"So, what now?" I asked cautiously.
"Nothing," he replied quickly, "It was a stupid mistake and it will never happen again,"
"Right,"I said bitterly, "Now that we've established that we haven't done anything illegal in the past,
present, and future, can I be excused?"
I asked him, pausing for a moment before adding, "Mr.Hayes?"
He looked taken aback by what I just said.
He didn't say anything for a while, but finally he nodded his head for an answer.
"Goodbye, Mr.Hayes," I said one last time before exiting the room.
That night, I couldn't sleep at all.
I just kept thinking about that guy—Mr. Hayes.
It felt so weird to have to call him that.
I was debating whether or not I should tell Tiff and Carrie, but I decided I shouldn't do it.
They would absolutely freak out and I didn’t want to deal with that.
Whatever it was that happened with Mr. Hayes won't ever happen again anyway.
There was no use to mull over it.
Yet somehow the thought of it never happening again made me feel empty.
Before I knew who the Bar Guy was, he was my beautiful fantasy.
He was the perfect distraction that helped me get over my breakup with Zach so quickly.
I had fantasized that maybe someday I'd meet this gorgeous stranger again at another time and place.
He would still look as sexy as ever and he’d do me like he did before.
It was a sweet and tantalizing thought.
But all that fantasy was shattered now that I knew who he really was.
My freaking art teacher.
Could life be anymore cruel? Out of all the people in the world, why did it have to be him?! I trashed
my head back on the pillow in anger.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, hoping I could erase everything with a good night sleep.
But every time I closed my eyes, I was seeing his face again.
The way his eyes lit up and his sexy smirk.
The tattoos running down his arm...
His lush jet-black hair...His chiseled, rock hard body...
All these thoughts were making me wet and needy.
I decided that it was a futile effort trying to forget about him.
I relented and gave into my burning desire instead.
I took another deep breath as I pictured the way Mr.
Hayes would look without his shirt on.
I wondered if there'd be other tattoos on his body.
I wished I'd gotten a better look at his huge penis.
With these thoughts running through my head, I slowly slid my fingers under my panties.
As images of him from that night reappeared, my breathing got harder and I started stroking my clit with
my finger.
I tried mimicking what he was doing to me that night, but my fingers didn't feel quite as right.
Still, I didn’t want to stop.
I was so restless and hungry for release.
"Relax, baby girl,"
his husky voice echoed in my ears.
I remembered the feeling when Mr.Hayes was pinning me against the wall.
He slammed his huge penis into me so hard, I wanted to cry.
I felt my core loosening up around him, getting adjusted to his size.
He then picked up his pace when I started to feel good about relaxed, and he started thrusting deeper
and harder.
I was sandwiched between the wall and his rock, hard body.
The pain and pleasure were sending me over the edge.
His thrusts were causing my body to slip up against the wall, and my one foot that was on the ground
was practically floating.
"Ah, Mr.Hayes," I found myself moaning aloud.
Please take me back to that night.
Take me to that moment when his lips enveloped me possessively and passionately.
I was kissing him back hard and hungrily.
His nails dug deep into my skin and I was practically pulling at his hair.
He was slamming himself into me over and over again, rougher and harder each time, sending me to
oblivion.
I felt it again, the buildup racing through my veins.
I pushed my legs tighter around his waist, signaling how much I wanted the release he could give me.
He groaned lowly in response, but I could tell he liked it.
His thrusts became more aggressive and brutal, my soft walls tightened around his thickness
responsively.
My body was under so much pain and pleasure, I had to close my eyes because it was just too much.
"Ah," I was moaning unintelligible words as his lips attacked my neck, sucking harshly on that sweet
spot.
And with that, we both came almost at the same time.
My wet core clenched so hard around him, it made his thick cock pulsed in response.
He slammed his whole length into me one last time as he cum.
He stayed inside me for a while as he let out a deep relieved sigh.
When he finally pulled away, he gave me the widest, sexiest grin I had ever saw, feeling absolutely
satisfied I was so close.
My fingers moved faster in and out of my core aggressively.
I was doing everything I could to make myself cum.
And finally, after a run of sloppy thrusts, I was able to cum.
Warm liquid ran down my thighs and I let out the biggest sigh of relief.
It was truly an amazing high.
But nowhere near as amazing as it was with Mr.Hayes
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