Tempting Her Teacher

Chapter 1

“T eacher McHottie is watching your ass again,” Becky said with a grin as Megan stretched waiting for the game to start.

“He is not,” Megan replied turning her head to the side rolling her eyes at her friend.

“Made you look though, didn’t I? God, I would kill to have him look at me just once. I swear I think it’d give me an orgasm right then and there with those steely eyes of his,” Becky sighed making her laugh.

“If he actually turned his gaze onto you like that you’d flip out not knowing what to do.”

“I know but I can dream, right?” Becky stated and Megan chuckled again knowing exactly how she felt. Their teacher was gorgeous and all male. He’d been there for nearly a year and a half now and Becky like every other girl there—including her—was in love with him.

She wanted his gaze on her, wanted him watching her but he didn’t. He had a girlfriend; an older woman who she’d heard was at least four years older than he was even. He was twenty-eight and hot as hell. He looked like a basketball star still, which wasn’t surprising since he’d played in college, she knew because she’d googled him after he came to town. The photos of him out there were still on her computer. She let them play while she tried to discover what her mom didn’t want her to know. What her mother said good girls never did, before demanding she behave when she went out on dates.

On top of being their teacher, he was also the boys’ basketball coach and as such was at every game. Which meant seeing him more often than just in class.

She hung around afterwards, waiting for the latest guy she was dating to finish and saw a woman head towards him, slide her arms over his shoulders and kiss him. She was fairly attractive, but he didn’t seem too enthused by his response, and she let it linger in her mind as the next day went by them. She had his class for seventh period and put on her low-cut top with her push-up bra, adding a necklace that was just long enough to rest on the tops of her breasts, then spent the better part of the hour not paying attention while she chewed her gum loudly. She slid the pendant back and forth drawing his attention to her mouth and breasts.

“Megan, you know the rule, there’s no gum in my class,” Ryan said, trying his utter best to ignore the breasts straining against her top. He’d never been attracted to a student before now, but he couldn’t get her out of his mind lately. He’d stayed with Diane simply so he could guarantee himself some easy action with the woman and stay away from Megan.

“Come on Mr. Meyers, it’s just gum,” she said shrugging her shoulders jutting her breasts out further.

“Spit out the gum or it’s a detention. I’ve given you enough warnings this week,” he stated, and she simply blew a bubble, popping it loudly. “I’ll see you after school,” he told her handing her a tissue. “Now spit it out.”

Megan saw the way his eyes strained to focus on her face and gingerly took the tissue from his hand. “I have practice after school.”

“You should have thought about that before chewing gum— again . Maybe an afternoon of detention will remind you that there are rules, even for the head cheerleader.”

She rolled her eyes not wanting to admit how much she was enjoying it and when the day ended, she happily headed to his class for the detention. She plopped down in a seat pushing her shoulders back so her breasts would be displayed prominently and eyed him curiously, wondering if anyone else had detention with him. When he shut the door, she knew they didn’t and began to play with the edge of her top, before putting her hair up into a ponytail musing, “It’s so hot in here. Don’t you think?”

Ryan tried to keep his gaze from her, she was only seventeen still and he did not need this sort of temptation. He was ready to tell her to just go to practice when she blew another bubble popping it loudly irritating him all over again for not following his rules. In his life, rules were important—extremely important and her breaking them, made him want to show her the real punishments he enjoyed giving. Which was honestly the last thing he needed to think about with her sitting in front of him looking so fucking tempting. “Really Megan? You’re here because of chewing gum and what do you do first thing once here?”

“Sorry, I forgot,” she said with a shrug leaning forward to grab a tissue from his desk, pushing her breasts up further making him hold back a moan of agony. “I just like having something in my mouth to keep it busy.”

Ryan didn’t know what to think or say to that. She likely had no idea what her actions shouted or what a comment like that could do to a person, especially a man who was already sexually aroused simply by the sight of her pretty little face, let alone what her gorgeous little body did to him. “Do your homework and remember no gum tomorrow,” he stated turning back to his papers. He glanced up at her every now and then, finding her breasts pushed forward as she flipped pages in her textbook.

“Can I ask you a question?” she said about fifteen minutes before the detention was over.

“It depends,” he said cautiously. “If it’s about your homework for class, yes.”

“It’s not…I just…I’ve dated a few of the guys from the team,” she stated, his eyes tightening as she spoke. “I just wanted to make sure they weren’t saying anything about me in the locker room that’s not true. I really don’t want to have the reputation of being easy you know?”

“I haven’t heard any discussions of the sort, but if you don’t want to be talked about then you might not want to date every member of the varsity team,” he said trying to control his tone, but it still slipped a hint. Fucking hell, he didn’t need her to sense his jealousy. She wasn’t his to be jealous over.

“Well…there’s no need to be nasty about it,” she said crossing her arms under her breasts putting them on display even more.

“I was simply stating a fact. You’ve dated the entire starting lineup and most of the second line of the team in the last two years. You’re setting yourself up to be discussed by them, for them to make comparisons as to your dates and…other activities.”

“So what if I’ve dated them? I haven’t been out screwing all of them. They’re not exactly what I’m looking for but they’re about all that’s available to get me out of the house,” she retorted, her lips turning into a half pouting scowl.

“Fine…why don’t you finish out your homework now?” Ryan suggested not wanting to deal with the idea of her sleeping with anyone or hearing about her type.

“It’s not fine…you’re like all the others, aren’t you? You just want some easy lay.”

“Megan, this is an inappropriate topic,” he stated, knowing he should have simply kept his mouth shut after telling her that he—thankfully—hadn’t heard any of the guys on the team discussing her. If he had, he probably would have lost his shit resulting in either all of them in his room for detention every day for the rest of the year, or him out of a job for physically going after them if he’d heard even one of them mention her in a sexual manner. He could take losing the job without a care. He couldn’t take not seeing her every day—no matter how dumb it was to want her. How impossible it would be to truly have her the way he wanted her.

“It’s also inappropriate to stare at my breasts but you have been all day. It’s alright though,” Megan said pulling a deep drawl of breath from him that she enjoyed seeing. “You can stare at them. You can touch them too if you want,” she added leaning forward, smiling inwardly when his eyes went directly to them.

“Megan…”

“It’s fine Mr. Meyers,” she teased loving the way his voice dropped, his eyes tightening as he forced his gaze away from her. “I won’t tell anyone. I don’t kiss and tell after all.”

“I think you should go,” he said moving over to open the door quickly. She grabbed her bag and headed to it, giving him a smile, letting her chest brush up against his despite the obvious room available.

“Anytime you change your mind you know where to find me,” she said with another grin.

Ryan tried his best to ignore the feel of her body brushing against his and spent the next week avoiding looking at her except to tell her to get rid of the gum at the beginning of class most days. The night of her eighteenth birthday was an away game and the cheerleaders rode the same bus to reduce costs for the school. He couldn’t stop himself from watching her in the mirror on the way to the game and she preoccupied his thoughts during it.

The ride home was worse as parents signed out most of the students after the game and the cheerleading coach had left him in charge of the two girls left to ride back, Jasmine—a freshman who was dating a freshman player sitting half-way back in the bus, and Megan. He had half a dozen players left on the bus, but they were mostly gathered in the back not paying the slightest bit of attention to anything but themselves.

Megan moved to the seat across from him leaning back against the window as she lifted her legs up onto the seat, showing off her bloomers as she stretched her calf muscles one at a time. It was torture knowing she was now eighteen, legal in one aspect but far from it in another. She was his student, and he did not need that sort of reputation following him, but fucking hell did he want her.

Wanted to slide her bloomers off and fuck her in her tiny cheerleading skirt. Wanted her spread out over his desk, her hands tied behind her back, smacking her sweet ass for all the times she’d distracted him from teaching.

Her hand slipped down adjusting the bloomers slightly and he groaned seeing the tiniest bit of pink flesh as she pulled them to the side. He lifted his head to see if the bus driver had noticed anything, but he was focused on the road in front of them.

He glanced back at Megan, seeing a finger underneath her bloomers still and chanced another little peek at her. He found her eyes on him and shifted slightly trying to forget what he’d seen and been caught looking at, but her soft voice stopped him.

“You can watch you know. I don’t mind that either,” Megan stated pushing the bloomers aside again, letting him get a full look at her body. She was so wet knowing he was watching her and slid a finger up and down her lips seeing him struggle to stop himself from watching.

“Megan stop,” he said quietly, but she simply smiled and spread her legs further apart, giving him a glorious view of her tiny pink lips.

She continued to rub herself and noticed the way his pants stretched tight over his lap. She dipped a finger into her wet opening and then licked it clean watching his jaw tighten.

“It’s a lot better than gum you know,” she said, and his nostrils flared hard making her even wetter. She noticed how close they were getting to school and swirled her finger inside her body one more time before sitting up properly.

She moved to the seat behind him where the bag with the cheerleader’s pompoms and other team items was and leaned up over the back of it when she knew the driver was focused on the traffic for their turn into the lot. She rested her hand on the edge of her arm, right beside his head, her finger pointed towards his face.

“You can taste for yourself. Now or any other time you want,” she said quietly near his ear. She almost gave up hope that he’d take the bait as several long moments passed by without him moving, but then almost as though something inside him snapped, his head turned just the slightest bit further her way and a warm tongue licked her finger. In that moment, she knew he was hers and she was his.

“You’re playing with fire Megan,” he warned sucking her finger because he had to taste her. She tasted so fucking sweet and he wanted more. Wanted to fuck her sweet little pussy and own it, to own everything about it.

“I like fire, and you like my body. It’s a lot different than that old worn out one, isn’t it? Tight and trim. Taunt and toned,” she stated riling him further—and awfully, it wasn’t because she was putting down Diane—who was still exceptionally stunning, just nowhere close to being like Megan. “One of these days you’re going to give in and take it, you know you are, and I won’t say no.”

He stood up as the bus stopped, grabbing his gym bag letting it cover his aching, throbbing cock and headed off the bus. He wanted to take her right now. Wanted to fuck her and shut her mouth. He’d give her something to occupy it with, just the way she liked.

He would love nothing more than to tie her up and fuck her however he wanted her. It was a deep, desperate need clawing through him, and he knew there wasn’t any stopping it. It would happen. He simply wanted to wait until she wasn’t his student any longer.

Then again, that was part of the erotica of it. She was forbidden, and he’d never been able to resist the forbidden.

“Goodnight Mr. Meyers,” Megan said with a grin heading to her car. “See you in class tomorrow.”

“You have a test Megan, don’t forget,” he stated trying his best to keep his voice even.

They had another game tomorrow night, a home game, and he desperately needed to find something to focus his desires on other than her. Diane wasn’t cutting it any longer. Sure, they’d had some fun but now…now he wanted Megan’s tight little body pulsating around his cock as he used her. Diane had never gotten into the whole scene he enjoyed but she’d been a respectable cover for the last year and a half.

He just didn’t know how he could have Megan, have her his way without terrifying her, while also keeping it quiet. He’d have to come up with some way for it to happen that she couldn’t refuse, couldn’t argue over in order to make it happen. For right now, the delicious delicacy of her was still burnt into his tastebuds and he had an engorged cock to sate, at least partially before tomorrow when he’d see Megan again. Which meant another night at home, jerking off to the pictures of Megan that he’d snapped over the last few months.