Chapter 1
“Turn to page 12 and look at the diagram” she says, lustrous braids falling down beside her cheeks as she examined the page before twirling to the board.
“You will notice a set of questions that hint of the following.” lean arms raised in the air to write.
I adjust my self, swallowing thickly to her backside; small waist, wide hips. The choice of clothing only making it harder for me to focus.
It was never enough, I could never get enough, constantly slipping into a trance of a daydream, dreaming about the day where I can get down on one knee and propose to her.
Layla Osmun, Her last name that sounded great with mine.
A woman favorited by Aphrodite herself, carved to perfection with a deep dark shade of brown, nothing about her out of place. The very first day I laid eyes upon the goddess I couldn’t help my irregular heartbeat, like the geek I am I calculate the weirdest scenarios; one day taking her on a date to the world’s elite math tournaments.
However like the pervert I am, I let my eyes trail and linger to every curve of her body wondering If I looked hard enough I could see the lining of her panties through her white dress pants, or if I stay still enough when she passes by me maybe those large breasts can rub against my chest.
Fuck, I’m wondering to deep, the strain begins in my jeans and I shift for a more comfortable position.
“Can anyone guess what it is?” That voice, her voice alone lacing with power and radiance, as if someone who is made to lead the blind, yet oozes with a soft, alluring and breathy tone as if she is aware that it makes the ears of men perk and twitch for more.
I want her to read me the nastiest poems, ask me to do the filthiest things to her and command me to bend her how she liked it the most.
As always her questions never go unanswered, seas of men raise their arms like vikings ready for war, most of them are aware they will get the answer wrong, but when the goddess of beauty calls your name and looks at you with those glossy brown orbs, wouldn’t you risk the embarrassment?
Deeply Scanning the room, leaning on her left leg with her arms crossed, I nearly drooled, trying to stop my masculine urges from undressing her body with my eyes, mounted double d breast down to the deep curve of her waist until they widened abundantly at the hips.
Is she doing this on purpose, taunting my self control? poking fun at my masculine urges? I only wished to see the plunge on her shirt deepen to a less appropriate line, but is not willing to risk any other hungry eyes to stare at my treasure.
“Ahmed”
An arrow pierces my heart at the sound of my name, she said my name.
“Please, come down and answer the question.” she smiles, dark red lipstick stretch to the most captivating smile I have ever seen. But now is free game to the rest of the angry mob of men around me.
“Yes, ma’am” I forced, my voice hoarse to the anxiety that wobbled my legs, hoping of any distraction that’ll help interfere.
I deepened my expression, wincing to the painful strain of my shaft ready to rip through my jeans, I can’t help that I am a man, a man with urges to bend my teacher over the desk. Allowing filthy thoughts to run my daily activity once I am seated in her class and now my arousal has awakened the man in between me, with the goal to make that a reality.
My pulse is ready to explode, the heat of eyes from the other men burning through my skin as they glare at me in distaste, unhappy as to how I am the one that will stand beside the ethereal goddess, inhaling her feminine essence and stand in a closer proximity, Her head slightly cocks at my leisureness, a few snickers across the room.
At last I shift the infuriatingly large organ to an invincible comfort, the tip nearly brushing against my knee as I stand to my full height.
Paranoia hits me in the head when I picked up whispers and giggles from women, my breath heavy fogging the lens of my glasses, heart racing the closer I was getting.
“You got this Ahmed, our favorite twenty three year old virgin” one of them shouts in the silence.
The room roars in laughter, deepening the anxiety. Unlike half of my peers around me, my body count is simply non existent, that doesn’t mean I couldn’t experience the same hunger to ravish them, I just didn’t want to deal with the attention.
Also none of the ladies around me awakens the sensation in between my legs more than the two of sexiest women I have come to know.
Layla Osmun and fictional women.
“Weren’t you deep throating a banana earlier Jason?” she counter attacks, the audience than turns to daunt him as he turns red with a low chuckle, she stood up for me, hence why she is embodiment of greatness.
My lungs shrink shortening my oxygen, I round behind the large desk, the smell of her cherry cologne closing in as she cranes her head up to look up at me.
“Well Mr. Ahmed?”
My eyes finding those succulent plump lips.
“Take me how you want”
I blinked, “What?”
“The question” she clarifies, long curved lashes fan her cheeks as she leans in quizzingly. “Show us the answer and how you found it.” She breathed, huffing that time stopping smile.
Awkwardly I clear my throat, the whispers and giggles coming back. “Yes ma’am.”
The strain in my jeans deepen, the organ getting angrier, thickening to a fuller size, I can feel my balls swelling up, the whiff of her coconut and pineapple shampoo constantly sending my mind on a frenzy.
I am writing, only heaven knows if the answer is even correct, My mind is far too occupied.
“Good” she praises, I can hear the enthusiasm in her tone, praying she doesn’t approach me any further. Once completed I clip the marker fleeing for a safe retreat with my head down, my curls draping my forehead to hide the blush creeping on my skin.
“Wait, come back”
Goddamnit.
“Explain to the class how you got the answer please.”
I felt guilty looking into the warmth in her eyes, a pure Angel descended from heaven herself wishing for our proximity to shorten not knowing just how sacrilegious my fantasies run.
A heat surging in my veins, the hairs are sticking to the back of my neck dampened by the sweat building up in my skin, a primal instinct threatening to break out of me until the ringing bell.
“Alright everyone” she claps. “Practise page 12 for the quiz next friday if you care about graduating.”
Im safe, head cleared. Now it’s time to rid of this raging -
“Ahmed, please wait here a minute I’d like to talk to you.”
So close.
The look in her eyes told me there is never any room for no sort of argument, her word is the final say so. I don’t move an inch toward her trying to keep a safe distance between myself and the ethereal being before I was shoved roughly.
“Good luck doofus.” Duncan laughs, purposely swinging his backpack a little roughly, books hitting my arms as he walked out the door, muscular arm hooked around the small waist of his girlfriend Amanda, who occasionally steals glances at me with her blue eyes.
The door clicks closed, heavy silence falls but the sound of her clearing her throat as she ties back her braids to a ponytail, I suddenly had the urge to lower my trousers.
“Ahmed, what’s been going on” she breathes softly, that alluring tone lacing in her words. “One day you are ready and here to learn and show everyone that brain of yours, than the next It’s like you can’t focus.”
I wonder why, I think to myself sarcastically trying to hold my gaze in her eyes but kept getting distracted by her bouncing breasts as she made her way over to me.
“Listen. You are and will always be a rockstar, ahead of everyone in this entire class, I know it can be rough but this isn’t high school, your in your twenties, a full grown man, get it together alright? I am always here for any and every question you have”
I swallowed to her close proximity, “Yes Ma’am” I clear my throat.
“And to be fair” she adds on, her tone lowering as she steps in closer to my larger frame. “You’re one of my favorite students here, though I would hate to have you fail, but I wouldn’t mind having you stick around.” she smiles.
I let out a shudder, the strain worsening at the sound of that statement, could be innocent but I couldn’t risk it. It’s time to go before I can’t hold back anymore.
“Have a great day Ms Osmun.” I force out, turning heel to my desk where my things should have been. Fucking hell, they took my things again.
“Is something wrong?” she questions.
“No ma’am I just uh ... I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Hightailing out the door, I feel her eyes on me until I am completely out of sight.
COMING SUMMER OF 2024!!
