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Episode 5 · 1 year ago

Teacher's Pet

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Are you hot for teacher? 'Cause Ingrid's got it bad.

I stumble out of the elevator on thefourth floor, where my apartment is waiting for me just down the hole, I'mstill a little tipsy from happy hour and definitely still off kilter fromdealing with Noah. I don't even know where to begin with that one, the key sticks in the lock, like alwaysbut a few seconds of hopeful jiggling gets the door to my apartment open andI gladly toss my bag onto te couch, throwing myself down next to it. It'sbeen almost a year since I packed up my life in Brooklyn and haulded across theriver to this old Soho Studio, but life without roommates has been fuckingworth it plus the location is to die for, andI've loved being able to have everything exactly the way I want it.No more gritting my teeth, past taky,...

...wallpaper or arguing over whether ornot to put up Halloween decorations. I keep my place clean and classic withall the sleek modern fixtures. I've been eyeing for the past five years. My purse buzzes and I do some lightgymnastics to reach it from my position on the other side of the couch. It's anumber I don't recognize, but the area code is a dead, giveaway, Noah Jesus.The student needs to chill wheeler. It's Noah coffee, this weakon, my brow,involuntarily furros. This thirsty little assole doesn't even have thedecency to ask me to drinks tossing my phone onto the foe stone coffee table.I sit up and stretch my back before heading to the bathroom to take off mymakeup and start winding down for the night coffee, coffee, I'd, put money on a guess thathe'll suggest to meet up at the...

...starbucks in time square or some stupidshit like that. Our town had one dinky little diner andthey barely knew a French roast from Espresso. By the time I climb into bed, I'm stillnot over. My outrage repeatedly grabbing my phone to reply and puttingit back down to avoid saying anything. I might regret later things weren'texactly smooth sailing between us at happy hour and, to be honest, I'm noteven sure why I want to see him again, but there's no denying it even thethought of him sitting aimlessly in his boxers in some shitty little shoe boxwaiting for me to tuxt him back like a lost puppy sends a shock between mylegs. No one's ever gotten under my skin likethis before, and for as truly annoying as he can be. Sometimes this wholedynamic we have going on is becoming a major turn on I mean I can't even count how manycondescending assholeds I've had to sift through pretending that a twodollar hot dog and a walk through...

Central Park is actually the equivalentof showing me the world something about being needed like thisis doing it for me in more ways than I'd like to admit pare, that with those fucking babyblues and that's stupid, earnest open, look, that's always on his face. I'm agoner. I grabb my phone again quickly, typingout a response and sending it before. I can think anything about it I'll check my schedule tomorrow and getback to you. There simple, straightforward to thepoint, a little cold sure but hey he knows who he's dealing with equally satisfied with my move andbubbling with a bit of nervous excitement to see what I'll come backwith. I set my phone on the nightstand and switch off the lamp rolling overunder my cream, embroidered Douve, for what I hope will be a deep and restfulsleep.

I Open my eyes and find myself sittingin the back row of my high school chemistry class, the chalkboards fullof equations and scribbles. I can't make out my heart is pounding, but I can't tellwhy, until I realize the rest of the class is missing and I'm the only onein the room without even a teacher, to tell me what's going on all of the desks disappear, except forthe teachers and I'm standing in the middle of the room in a schoolgirl'suniform, almost exactly like the one Britny spears wears in the baby. Onemore time: music, video, the tiny pleaded skirt, just barely covering myass, but instead of my usual nineties uhgrant or current Jeff Goldbloom, it'sNiah sitting behind the desk, his hands folded. On top of it, the look on hisface, stern and disappointed. I've been...

...waiting for you, he growls his jaw,muscle twitching, just the sound of his voice, makes my pannies wet. I take afew steps toward him. Please, Mr Bloom, I came as fast as I could we'll see youabout that. He beckons me forwd bending me over the edge of his desk andbrushing a hand just below the hem of my skirt, my skin tingles beneath hisfingertips, the metal of the dusk cool. As I rust my warm cheek against it,please ih you'll speak when I tell you to speakmister bloom wraps a wooden ruler into the palm of his hand. Warmth spreads through my core and mybreath becomes heavy as I wait for him to make the move he leans down over me,his lips, aligning with my ear as he whispers tell me. Oh you want it. Iwant your...

...my alarm clock. Rips me out of thefantasy and back into the dim, boring world of my bedroom holy Shit. My eyesfly open and I look wildly around me shocked by what my brain just concocted:less shocking. The fact that I can feel my pulse in every inch of my body andan unmet need brewing in my core time to get in the shower and fast steam coats. The glass as hot waterruns over my back eezing some of the tension in my shoulders. Well, not allthe tension, while working a citrus cented bodywash into a foamy lather onmy Lufa, an image of Moah's tongue flashing between my thighs sends a joltof Electricity through my core. I've had plenty of sex dreams in the past,but last night froyd would have a...

...fucking Hayda with that one, and itdoesn't help that it's turning me on just thinking about it. I have no ideawhat any of that classroom ship was about, but I'm definitely horny now, soI might as well just do something about it. I quickly SCRUBBE myself down lettingmy hands linger on the more sensitive parts, giving my nipple a gentle pinch,while rensing off the detachable showerhead wasn't something I plannedon, but in moments like these, it's pretty damn convenient, aiming thewater with one hand and massaging my breast with the other. I worked myselfinto a frenzy thoughts of Noah pounding me over a desk and pressing me upagainst a wall run through my mind as I get closer and closer the tensionbuilding deep within me, so we see each other again oreer his words Echo in mymind, pleasure rocking through my body Noa, and I never got past first base inhigh school, but I do remember being...

...surprised by the firmness of his bodythrough his shirt, given how damn fine he looks now. I can only imagine thathe's perfected. His chiseled form the things I would do to that firm boy.It's that thought that does me in so I stop the water and let the pleasureovertake me studying myself with a hand against thetile. I can still feel a pulsing in my pussyas I rub myself down with a towel a few minutes later and something tells me Imight be feeling that same pulse any time. Noa POPs into my head throughoutthe day slipping into some work clothes. Icheck my phone and I'm surprised to find a tax from NOA waiting. For me. There goes that pulse. Looking forward to it. I A smily face. Okay, I seriously have noidea what the fuck is going on.

Normally I'd be flattered by the use ofemogs, but this this is a straight up, amoticon and one that feels weirdlywholesome. Given how my last eight and a half hours have gone sure, aneggplant or a Winkiamogi might have creeped me out this early into the game,but a colon parenthuse smyely face talk about a boner killer. I dry my hair slap on some make up andspeed walk to the fridge to down half a protein shake before work. Normally, Iwouldn't eat until I get to the office, but this morning I'm feeling a littlehungrier than usual. Once in the elevator, I pulld out myphone again and type up a message that, given my confusion about the situation,feels weirdly ominous. How does Saturday at two sound...

...ten week, turnabout is written byAmelia J rose produced by Concentrio, creating steamy feminist first romancefor riot girls, special thanks to Havy money and the down payments for the useof our themesong o boy head sound engineer, John Tmal, mixing byspirallike creative, mastering by eating Goaura Follo, los at concentralpod on instagram and follow at tenoablom and at be andgerdealer towatch. This love story play out O Yor Eastern. This episode was performed byAlison Hreshaw and Travisdonaer Tunean next week to hear Beau, say: Bickeringat Happy Hour and sending smily pieces before bed. His only sending onemessage. I know Ipsychobat Oer when you're like forever.

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