The Forbidden Fruit

Sitting in class sweating from how hot it is. I can feel the droplets of sticky sweat rolling down my neck. Mr. Graham’s voice is droning on and on about Hitler and the like of European history. All the students seem to be fiddling with something in front of them. Some of the guys are tapping away on whatever latest smart phone they have and the girls… well some of them are doodling, others whispering and some just staring at our extremely sexy teacher mister Graham. 11th grade was not what everyone said it would be.

His voice was interrupting my calmness as I tried to put my head on the desk and sleep. It was impossible because his thick, Irishly accented voice was sexy as hell. His gruff voice made me wish he were talking about something other than history, whispering naughty things in my ear. Wait, what?!

That thought entered my brain without any previous warning, I had to push it out of my mind in order to be able to survive the class without exploding. It was already hot as it was right now, I didn’t need the extra heat between my legs while thinking of Dillain Graham. I wonder however, if he has a girlfriend. I’m sure he does, with those pecks and that knockout face girls must be throwing themselves at his feet.

I gazed up from my desk which I had been laying on to study Graham for the umpteenth time. His hands always move when he speaks about history, today his biceps flexing with every move and damn those biceps were impressive. His perfectly pressed white button up shirt could not hide his well toned body, broad shoulders and all. I wish I could touch them and see how they feel under my hands. I bet he could carry me easily with those.

My gaze went down to his bottom half which was now bared after he moved away from his desk. His khaki trousers were tight, but not tight enough to be viewed as feminine. I had to look away before he caught me staring at what would seem like his crotch. Now that would not be good.

I continued my visual assault but this time I went back up to his upper parts. His chiseled face and strong jaw were accompanied by sexy brown hair. His full full lips were beautifully carved, plump. They were moving and I wasn’t registering anything but how much I would love to kiss them and feel his tongue run down my lips. I absently ran my tongue to moisten my now dry lips, oh god how I wished that it was his tongue instead of mine.Hey, ho, ho, slow down.

A rush of moisture flooded my panties and I decided then that I should go back to staring at my desk. The heat I felt was now not just that of the weather, but the one coursing through my body. Stop it Caroline, he is your freaking teacher! Nothing can ever happen!

I then opted to put my head on the desk, just in order for myself to calm myself down. Lately I had been having dream about the sexy Mister Graham. He was in my bed, in my house, in my day to lives. He was always holding me, kissing me, touching me, loving me. I had it bad for my history teacher… very petty, I know.

“Caroline!” I heard his voice interrupt my thoughts and immediately took my head off the desk. “What has you so spaced out? Pay attention.”

I put my hands quickly on the desk and acted as if I was paying attention for the rest of the remaining ten minutes of class. Did he know what I had been thinking? I sincerely hoped not. Graham called the end of the last period today as he motioned for the class to pick their bags and go home. He looked at me and I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. I didn’t know if he knew about the fantasies about him but I don’t know why I felt that he did. His blue eyes were piercing and his gaze gave me Goosebumps. My nipples quickly turned hard when he said my name.

“Caroline, can I talk to you for a moment?” His husky voice announced. I couldn’t help but muster a nod. HE KNEW! OH fuck, I was fucked! Not in the good way, but I was literally going down! He knew what I was thinking during his class... OH FUCK! Please God let him not humiliate, this was so embarrassing and so inappropriate.

I quickly fumbled to gather my things and put them in the bag and walked all the way to his desk. My heart was beating all the way till I reached his desk and my nipples were embarrassingly still hard. When I got to where he was currently sitting I was assaulted by the scent of his spicy aftershave. It smelled like heaven, a heaven I would very much want to lose myself in.

No, no stop it! He knew! Fuck, I have to stop these freaking fantasies!

“Mr. Graham, umm... You wanted to speak to me about something?” He looked up from his papers at the sound of my voice.

The last student was exiting the class when he started off as “Good, now that they’re all gone…” shit, shit, and shit! He knew! He was waiting till all the students went out to scold me about my touching. OH GOD!

“I wanted to talk to you about your grades.” Wait, what? No fantasy and inappropriate behavior talk? What? He didn’t know?! THANK GOD! Relief spread through my blood like cold water on a hot day. I felt my tense muscles relax and I could at last muster the courage to talk without stuttering.

“What about them?” He looked me in the eye and I couldn’t help but wonder how these eyes would look when they were turned on. A flood of moisture again hit me between the legs again and I cursed myself for having such a reaction.

“They are bad, and I can’t help but compare them to the other subjects such as math and science and ask, is there something wrong?” His concerned husky voice said. “I mean you get 95% on Chemistry and Physics and a 96% on math while with me on history you get a 65%? That can’t be right. Tell me.”

“Umm…” that caught me by surprise, I didn’t expect him to compare my subject grades and frankly I did not feel like explaining my extreme dislike of history. I felt that it was just a waste of time for me; I did not need to know about Hitler and his fellow dictators so in detail. I mean come on, what do I care what he told his soldiers on blah blah day.

“Go on, tell me.” His eyes were emphatic, gazing into mine. I looked into his eyes, getting lost into their depths before pulling myself back in a pursuit to contain my emotions. It seemed however that I took too much time in this nanosecond of trying not to get lost in is eyes because he cleared his throat and gestured for me to talk.

“Hmm...” I also cleared my throat and took that stop in order to regain my composure “I don’t know, I just don’t like history. It is not my subject and I don’t really feel the need to exert any effort to even pay attention.” It was a bit harsh but it was as close to the truth as I could get without telling him that I felt his subject was a waste of time.

His expression was that of shock but it quickly turned into an “Oh really?” challenged expression. His grin was as sexy and as devilish as hell, Lord save me, when he said “Is that so?”

“Umm I guess so...sorry?” I said trying to find the right words to say.

“No its okay Hun but try and do it for the university. They look at all your grades. Try and put in the extra effort, you only have one year of this left then you can pick which subjects you want.” Hun mmm. It sounded good and sent a flash of desire through me at those words being said from his mouth. His Irish accent was so fucking sexy I felt the need to go back and kiss the hell out of him.

He must have so something in my eyes because he raised a brow right then. I didn’t know whether he was questioning my reaction or reacting to my obvious hungry gaze. I really didn’t want to know. I quickly excused myself and went out before the blush and embarrassment hit me..