THE DARE: hit on my highschool teacher
Few weeks until graduation everything should go smoothly. That's what Cephan Miller thought until he was dared to sleep with his highschool teacher, Miss Abby Sean, the beautiful but reserved teacher who was always on her own.
He did have sex with her, but from then onwards, he wanted to keep doing it.
He knew it was dangerous, but kept on with it.
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Chapter 1
Fuck Miss Abby Sean.
No.
Take off her fucking clothes and give her the worldliest sex of her life!
Cephan Miller stood at the door contemplating if to carry on with this or to just back down
He raised his hands to knock, but stopped midway.
"If she doesn't tell me to come in at the first knock, I'll leave," he breathed out and knocked.
"Come in," Miss Abby said, and his hopes were high again.
Cephan opened the door and walked in surveying the tiny space his high school teacher called office.
Books were neatly stacked on the desk, and her eyes were focused on the laptop that sat before her.
"I didn't call for you Mr Miller, it's there a problem?" She asked, raising her head from the laptop, and resting her pair of brown eyes at his face.
Cephan clenched his jaw, he somewhat regretted agreeing to this.
"Let's have sex," he blurted out, coming closer to her.
Miss Abby's eyes widened in shock, then she laughed loudly.
"I think you should focus more on applying to colleges, Mr Miller. Where's this coming from?"
She stared at him trying to catch what he was thinking, and once she saw that glint in his eyes, she knew he was serious.
Abby Sean hadn't had sex since after her divorce with her husband which was three years ago. After the divorce, she moved out and travelled to a different state.
No one in this town knew she was ever married, and when they asked about the picture on her desk, she usually told them he was her brother.
"I dunno, I thought you'd want it too, but..." his eyes caught the small portrait on her desk.
Was she married? If she were then God knows he'd be in a heavy debt.
"Seems like you're married," he said and she glanced at the portrait.
"Divorced."
Cephan walked over to her, and took her face in his palm. He placed his lips on hers sliding his tongue into her.
Abby didn't hesitate. Maybe because it was exciting having sex in school or because she had been sex starved for ten years straight.
"How old..."
"Nineteen," he muttered, pulling her up with his large hands.
His hands grabbed her butt as he deepened his kiss.
Abby moaned softly, wrapping her arms around him. He caressed her butt and pulled her up making her sit on the desk.
"You're sexy," he whispered, unbuttoning her shirt quickly.
Taking off the shirt, he easily popped her bra loose using his tongue to play with her tits.
I'm not supposed to be doing this.
Cephan thought, sucking her nipples hard. Abby gasped for air, she pulled his hair back as he sucked her harder.
No.
She was just sex starved.
Cephan pushed her to the table, books flew to the ground as her back landed with a soft thud on the table.
He raised her skirt and widened her legs.
This was too easy, he had his highschool teacher too easy.
Pulling her panties down, he stuck his tongue into her pussy thrusting it in and out.
Abby wondered what came over her. He had her too easy, but why didn't she care? Why did she like that he was touching her?
Cephan Miller was handsome and had a bulk of muscles due to years of playing basketball and probably gym. His gray eyes stared at her face as he thrusted his fingers into her going in and out of her.
Abby wanted to scream so hard, but bit her lips while he explored her with his fingers.
He knew how to do this.
He knew his women.
Abby felt it coming, her legs vibrated as he went faster in and out of her. Then the warm liquid came staining his fingers and the table.
"Fuck," she whispered shutting her eyes and praying she wasn't going to regret sleeping with her student.
Cephan huffed bringing down his trousers, only fingering her was what he had planned to do, but here he was wanting more of her.
He took off his shorts, his dick swole, begging for a release.
Abby jumped down from the desk, and knelt down on both knees taking his dick in her hands.
She shoved it down her throat, sucking it slowly. He was down badly because the veins on his dick popped out, so she quickened her pace licking his dick - giving all she got.
"Shit," Cephan cursed, holding her hair.
Yeah, shit this.
***
Abby Sean sat on her seat, her legs crossed and the office smelling like sex. Cephan buttoned his shirt looking down at his feet. He avoided meeting her piercing gaze because he knew the question she wanted to ask and he wasn't ready to answer.
"I know they dared you to have sex with me, and you're going to tell them that you did to avoid paying," she said.
Cephan's eyes widened and their gazes finally met. He looked surprised by her knowledge, and even more surprised at why she still gave in to him.
"Yes," he replied, combing his hair with his fingers.
"You're a bright kid, Mr Miller... you have potential. Do what you must."
She searched her bag and brought out a thousand dollars.
"Take, don't rat us out. I'll lose my job and you'll get expelled if you do," she cautioned and he took the money.
Cephan sighed, and thanked her, but before leaving, she gave him a body spray.
"Nobody needs to know you had sex."
Abby stared at him until he shut the door, his huge frame walking out.
A smile traced her lips. She had a feeling she'd be seeing more of this man.
"I'm insane."
Cephan stood behind the door staring at the note in his palm, he already had what he needed - money, then why did he have that feeling he'd be seeing more of her.
He made a mistake hitting on her, and all he needed to do was give those jerks the money and stay out of her life.
"She's fun," he admitted walking away.
He just needed to hang on, it was only a few weeks to graduation. Fucking everything he worked for up was what he didn't want to do.
"I should forget about what happened."
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