THE DARE: hit on my highschool teacher

Her home wasn't bad.

It looked normal for a highschool teacher except the furnitures were pretty expensive which made Cephan wonder how she got all that money she gave him.

He sat on a stool in her kitchen while she made coffee.

"Your face looks swollen," she said inspecting his face, his gray eyes stared into her big brown ones trying to figure out what she was thinking.

"I know, got into a fight with some guys," he murmured and made to smile but ended up wincing in pain. Those bastards had done him real bad.

"Wait here."

Abby marched off from the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a first-aid kit.

"I'll clean it," she said, opening the box and bringing out some cotton. It took about five minutes to be done with his face and while she cleaned they didn't say anything.

Not about the fight.

And definitely not about what happened in the morning.

It was best not to bring that up or so Cephan thought, he had promised not to cross paths with this woman till graduation but here he was, in her house injured.

"Thank you, Miss Abby," he muttered, standing to leave.

"I better head home."

Miss Abby turned to face him as he walked away in thought of where to go.

"You could stay here for the weekend, it's late by the way," she suggested.

Cephan wanted to badly decline, but he hadn't a place to stay.

"Sure, thanks. By the way, won't that coffee run cold?"

Abby entertained him with coffee while they sat in the kitchen envelope in awkward silence. Abby assessed his face, Cephan Miller wasn't a random face she saw one day, it had always been there in Christon high, but why did he look even more sexier than the last time.

She knew how dangerous this was and the consequences that followed, but she wanted to do it.

"The coffee's to your liking? I'm not much of a cook, sorry I didn't get you something edible," she said, breaking the silence.

"It's fine... you got something on your face," he replied blandly.

Abby touched her face searching for the so-called something.

"Where?"

Cephan took a napkin and inched closer to her face, their breath touching. He raised his hands and cleaned the corner of her lips.

For Abby Sean, time stood still. His gray eyes that looked like a dark cloud storm stared at her, his elbow brushed past her nipple sending a wave of undescribed and raw feeling.

What the fuck was her problem?

"You got coffee there. I've been itching to clean that," he said finally allowing the flow of time, but he didn't adjust back to his stool, he gazed at her, his heartbeat going faster than normal. This seemed unusually strange and needed to be stopped.

No, he wanted to see what would happen next. He liked things like this.

Abby sighed, rolling her eyes like a thirteen year old teenage girl who just started rebelling against her mother.

"You're so good at being blunt, huh?" She asked her breath brushing his skin, it tickled.

"Maybe, it always gets me in trouble, but it seems like it doesn't do that with you."

Cephan smirked. He shouldn't be doing that with his teacher, his breath quickened by just looking at her which he could describe as strange.

He had encountered Miss Abby Sean a lot of times and she even sent him to detention twice, but why did he so badly want to feel what he felt that morning with her.

"Can I request something then and be blunt about it?" He asked gulping hard.

She nodded, telling him to keep talking.

"Let's kiss... can we?"

Abby looked stunned for a while but realized this was Cephan, a basketball player who wanted to go pro, someone who girls drooled over and someone who got involved in something shady that made him bet on her.

She should be angry that they placed a bet on her. She was meant to slap him across the face and tell him off, but no, she wanted to kiss him... to do a lot more than kissing with him.

"Since you're not speaking, I'll take it that you want it," he muttered and inched close to her so that their noses touched.

Cephan placed his lips on hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He savoured every bit of her as their tongues danced in their mouths.

He reminded himself to stop there, but he didn't.

He moved on.

Cephan found his fingers trailing up to her breast. He noticed earlier on that she was bare breast when his elbow brushed her nipple.

"We shouldn't do this, should we?"

He had thought of the possibility of anyone finding out. They could do it and stay safe as long as no one found out.

"Who's going to find out?" he smirked.

Cephan picked her up, his hand squeezing at her butt. She wrapped her arms against his neck as they kissed.

Taking her to a room, he lay her down on the bed and unbuckled his belt.

"You're a really smart kid," she said, helping him with his belt.

"Does it matter if I'm smart or dumb here?" He retorted, finally removing it.

He motioned for her to come, and she obeyed standing before him naked. Her nipples stood begging for him to have her.

Cephan brushed his fingers against her nipples, it sent shivers of pleasure down to his toes. He kissed her neck slowly sinking his teeth into her skin. She let out a gasp clutching his hair.

"You smell like pineapple, I could eat you up whole, Miss Abby," he whispered, kissing her down to her tits. He stuck his tongue out and played with her nipples.

He felt his muscles tensed, and his dick hardened.

What was this lady doing to him, she probably was way older than him although she looked rather young.

He didn't care anyway.

"I'll make sure you scream with every passing second... Miss Abby."