Lydia’s POV
I jumped on him, my straight long legs wrapped around his waist while my full soft breasts rested on his rock hard chest.
“Oh! Mr. Derek was good with his tongue. His soothing touch managed to erase my anxiety in the twinkling of an eye. I was still wrapped around his waist when he pinned me to the wall. His hands moved up and down my neck. It was barely two minutes but I could already feel myself getting wet. We moved away from the wall to his desk.
Mr. Derek had barely dropped me when I kissed him again. His soft lips were my favorite part of his body. I tightened my grip around his waist, making sure there was no escape. I began to unbutton his shirt without breaking the bond.
His hands were moving all around my body. My soft buttock, my tiny waist, my full round breasts which he kept on squeezing and pinching skillfully.
When I had finished undressing him, he raised me up again and carried me to the couch inhis office. He placed me on the couch and lifted her skirt up to my abdomen. My red lace panties were right in front of him, already soaked from my vagina juice.
My smoothly shaved and wet coochie was right In front of him. He aggressively pulled the panties down to my knee. I made it easier for him by lifting herself up so he could have easy access. The satisfying smile on his face when he saw how wet I had become made my heart beat fast.
Mr. Derek rolled his fingers skillfully up and down my abdomen. My legs curled up as his thumb brushed against my clitoris.
“Touch me.“ I said to him with a heavy sigh. Mr. Derek took his hands off my body and began to place his lips prints all over me.
My neck, my stomach, my wrist, my lips. His lips were still on mine when he unhooked my bra allowing my breasts to bounce out. My nipples were erect and hard from how aroused I was. I pulled myself up, spread my legs widely apart, and started to play with my nipples.
I bit down my lips in anticipation of whatever Mr. Derek had installed for me. While I was pleasing myself, Mr. Derek took off his trousers. He was left only with his boxer shorts.
His manhood was so hard and erect. It shot out of his boxer. The sight of me on his couch made it even harder.
Oh! The things I wanted him to do to me. My soft moan and cry for pleasure were like music to his ears. My lips were calling him. My vagina craved his hard inches inside. My nipples craved his tongue and saliva on them.
"'I want you. Don't make me wait any longer.” I kept begging and asking him to do something to me.
The wait was making me anxious. I wanted him and I wanted him now.
Mr. Derek knelt in between my legs and started to caress my neck. He showered me with kisses. My neck, my cheeks, my earlobes, and my cleavage. A kiss so tenderly and intimate at the same time.
He then proceeded to my nipples. He curled one of my nipples in his palm, tenderly brushing his finger against the nipple while he sucked on the other. Groaning and licking with every touch I laid on him.
My hands were roughing and smoothening his hair. I kept moaning and screaming with pleasure.
"Ah, arg.” My voice was a major motivation to do more. He distributed equal amounts of kisses and saliva to my breast.
"My lips. I want your lips." I craved for his lips to meet with mine but it didn't. Oh, how Mr. Derek enjoyed making me starve down there and on my lips. He loved the pleasure that came with my starve for him.
"Why are you making me starve? Please, fuck me please." I kept begging. He moved down away from my breast and started to kiss my stomach. He played with his tongue on my abdomen and my belly button.
Finally, he spread my legs. My vagina was more wet than it was before he started his magic trick. He kissed my inner thigh and kissed my abdomen again.
Yes! I screamed when Mr. Derek finally kissed my wet juicy vagina. He dived his tongue into it and cleaned out the juice.
Oh! His tongue was good. He was the best. How skilfully he moved his tongue inside of me.
My toes curled up again. I grabbed the pillow and started to moan out his name in pleasure. The things he did to me were unexplainable. He took out his tongue and carefully found his way into my pussy again with his clean neatly cut fingers. My pussy had already produced enough juice. It was so wet that Mr. Derek didn't need any lubricant for an easy dive-in.
He kept thrusting in and out skillfully and sensationally. He moved up and gave me what I had been begging for. A KISS. His hands were still inside me. I struggled to kiss him back. With every thrust came a different struggle.
My legs started to shudder. He pulled out his fingers with a smile on his face. I felt a warm liquid coming out of me. It was my first time having sex but it didn’t feel like it. The ease and pleasure was second to none.
He stood up and watched me struggle to remain stable.
After a few seconds, I released a hot liquid all over the couch and on Mr. Derek’s chest. He looked at me with a dangerous smirk. He then sood upright and took off his boxers. His long erect manhood sprung out in front of my eyes.
It was ready. The sight of this made me moan out again. I was getting him tonight. I was getting his six inch manhood inside me.
I had nothing else on my mind. I was going to be deflowered that evening but I didn't care. All I cared about was having the best time of my life and with a man as charming and skilfully as Mr. Derek
I immediately pulled herself up, closer to him. I looked up at him with seductive eyes. We were both naked and aroused. There was nothing to hide.
I slowly grabbed his manhood. It was so hard and veiny. I brushed my hands against the cap leaving Mr. Derek to let out a low-tone groan. I spat on it and carefully evened out the saliva all around. I then proceeded to thrust it in and out of my mouth. Like in the romance novels I read
I thrusted it deep into my throat with the help of Mr. Derek who kept pushing my head forward and backwards continuously. I kept thrusting till we both had enough and were sure of the next step.
He carried me up aggressively, tossed me on the couch again, spread my legs, and placed them on his shoulders. Mr. Derek was aggressively in the mood and in charge and just like me, he couldn't wait. He slipped his six inches hard manhood into my vagina at once.
The pain and pleasure had me screaming for help but not from anyone except Mr. Derek. He thrust in and out while completely ignoring my cry for help. He was so aggressive and tender at the same time. I loved all the pleasure I was getting. Mr. Derek wasn't just a physically built man, he knew how to use it well.
In charge and obeying at the same time. After a long sensational thrust, he pulled out and sprung a creamy hot liquid on my stomach. My legs were shuddering, my hands were over my mouth trying to stop my loud cry of pleasure forgetting we were all alone.
He fell to his side panting while I was still trying to gain control of myself. Mr. Derek turned to me with a smile of satisfaction on his face.
Emily's POVI read the message at least six times. We need to talk, now.My heart skipped the first time, soared the second, then fell into a low, feverish throb the sixth.I didn't send a reply. I didn't need to. He wanted to talk. He finally wanted to talk.I stood in the girls bathroom, brushing my hair. I added more gloss to my lips and smiled at my reflection in the mirror.He's finally coming back to his senses.I'd waited forever for this. All the behind-the-scenes scheming, the lies, the pushes, the tears no one witnessed—all of it was finally going to be worth it. Derek Hales wanted to talk to me.And I was willing to do anything he wants.When I walked into the vacant classroom, he was already in there. He looked tired and angry.God, he looked hot when he's angry. His tie was loose, his shirt sleeves pushed up. He was so handsome, leaning there against the desk like he belonged to me. He didn't say a word of greeting. Just commanded me to sit."Sit." He said roughly.I t
Derek's POVI leaned against the door of the classroom.The five-word note said it all.We need to talk. Now.I knew she wouldappear. Emily Spencer craved power. She wouldn't miss the chance to trap me alone. She loved being feared. Being desired.She had no idea that I wasn't intimidated by her anymore.The door creaked open exactly ten minutes later and the clicking of her shoes filled the room before she had even spoken."You couldn't wait until after school hour?" she demanded, sweeping her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Or were you too desperate to see me alone?"She wore lip gloss that reflected the fluorescent light. A pleated skirt and an impossibly tight sweater that was way too revealing to serve as school uniform."Sit," I told her roughly.She raised an eyebrow. "Bossy. I love it.""Emily, sit down,"She glared at me, chuckling as her eyes scanned me. She finally sank into the chair across from me. Her leg dangled over the other slowly, in deliberate action."Let me guess
Derek's POVPrincipal Beatrice raised her head the moment Lydia came into the room. Her expression was neutral, but her eyes lingered on me way longer than necessary. Lydia halted at the entrance. I saw fear in her eyes and the tense way she wrapped her arms around her belly. She was scared. And I was to blame.Mrs. Carter closed the door softly behind her as principal Beatrice motioned towards the chair beside mine."Sit down, Lydia," she said in a soft voice.Lydia sat down quietly. Her shoulders were hunched as if she was trying to fade away.Principal Beatrice turned to me. "You mentioned you wanted to discuss something, Mr Hales."I nodded. This was it."Yes, ma'am. I asked to speak with you regarding Lydia's case."She furrowed her eyebrows. "Go on."I folded my hands in my lap. "There have been rumors going round about Lydia. Rumors about her being in some kind of relationship with a teacher. I believe that's not true. Instead, I think one of the students has decided to ruin h
Lydia's POVI walked past the double doors of the cafeteria as if they weren't there. I kept my head and held on to my books for dear life. My stomach was too knotted up to even think about food. Anytime I blink, I only saw Principal Beatrice's face, heard her voice as she muttered: "Inappropriate behavior."And Derek's note too."I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."I had no clue what that meant. Is he going to confess? Is he going to leave? Is he going to do something that would make the whole thing worse?I went down the corridor along the back of the school and into the vacant music room—no one use it these days because the program had been removed from the school's extracurriculars. It was dusty and the scent of dry chalk hung in the air. But it's quiet and safe. Just what I wanted.I unzipped my bag on the nearest desk and took out the note from my pocket.I read it repeatedly."I'll make things right."How? By turning himself in? By pretending like we never met? By walking a
Lydia's POVMy legs felt heavy as I followed Mrs. Carter down the hallway. Each step closer to the principal's office, I felt my heart beat wildly in my chest, like I was walking towards something dangerous with no hope of turning back. When we reached the door, she tapped on it softly, then opened it without waiting for an answer. "She's here," she whispered to whoever was inside.Headmistress Beatrice looked up from behind her desk, her expression unreadable. She had an open file in front of her and her glasses sat low on the bridge of her nose. Her grey hair was packed tightly into a bun and the lines around her mouth were more tightly pursed than normal."Come in, Lydia," she said. "Do close the door, please."I entered, my heart racing in my chest and shut the door behind me."Sit down."I did, sitting in the chair before her desk. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my jeans under the desk nervously.She clasped her hands over the file, shutting it slowly. "Do you know why you're here?
Lydia's POVI stood against my locker, tracing my finger along the scratch that I made near the top last week when I've been rushing to get to English class. There was just so much noise in the hallway today. The slamming of the lockers, the laughter from the popular kids, and Principal Beatrice's voice sounding through the speaker in the hallway as she welcomed all of us to a new week in school. It was as if all the sounds were going to choke me.I held my notebook tightly against my body. My hands were still trembling. I haven't seen Emily since the party, and my chest tightened at the thought of what she was plotting next. I did everything she'd demanded. I haven't said anything about what happened that night. I hadn't even looked at Derek since. Wasn't that enough?I tucked a piece of my hair back behind my ear and shut my locker quietly. I took a deep breath and headed to class.Mr. Derek's class.My heart started racing the moment I walked in.I haven't laid eyes on him either s
Derek's POVHours later, I parked my car just a few blocks away from the party and sat inside. I couldn't bring myself to leave. The music sounded so loud in the distance and each beat thugged at my heartstring.I hate the fact that she's still inside laughing and smiling and probably still dancing with that guy from earlier. I don't like to see her struggle so hard to be okay, to fit into a world that would never understand her and protect her like I want to.Minutes later, the front door creaked open and Lydia staggered out, with Jess half dragging her. Her arm was thrown over Jess's shoulder, and her head hung down. She wasn't drunk. Not really. I knew her well enough to see past that. She was tired. Perhaps from all that dancing at the party.Jess shoved her gently into the passenger seat and drove off. And I followed them every step of the way.After dropping Lydia off, Jess said bye and left. I did not drive away. I just sat there staring at her shadow through the windows. My ha
Derek's POVAs I sat at my desk, staring at the stack of papers to mark, I couldn't help thinking about anything else other thanLydia.It was pathetic, really. A man my age, being this disturbed about a teenage girl who barely throw a glance in my way these days. Ever since she screamed at me to leave her alone, she had been ignoring me like I was a piece of paper. No smiles and no lingering glances. Just ice cold silence.And I deserved it. I know that. I let this happen by letting things get too far between us. But the way she looked at me sometimes in class while I was teaching, it said otherwise.She did miss me too. She just wouldn't admit it.I sat back in my chair, raking a hand through my hair in frustration. God, what's wrong with me? I'm losing my mind.After school hours, I saw her walking across the school parking lot. Jess accompanied her, and she was laughing lightly at something she said as they walked to her car. I shouldn't have followed them. I know that. But I did.
Lydia's POVThe bass from the speakers shook the floor as I walked into Evan's party. There were flashes of colored lights in every corner, bathing everyone in blue and purple light. The room was packed with kids from our school, some from schools nearby, and even some older kids that I have never seen before. Most of them were dancing and those that are not were playing drinking games at another corner of the room. It was loud, chaotic and alive. Much better than I expected.Jess's grip on my hand tightened. "Welcome to freedom, nerd princess." she said, yelling over the music.I laughed, feeling the tension in my chest ease a little. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.Jess pulled me towards the kitchen where drinks were laid out on a table. There was sodas, cups, and an obviously spiked punch bowl lined side by side. She poured herself a cup and poured me one too."I’m your bodyguard tonight. No creeps allowed." I took a slow sip of the drink. It tasted suspiciously sweet — too sweet.