All Chapters of One Night. One Sin.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Back in the bedroom, I threw all the windows open. Fresh air, I need to air it out… I looked at the rumpled sheet on top of the bed, still a damp from our sex. Some areas worse than others. Should I wash them? There's no time. I pulled up the comforter at the foot of the bed to cover the entire mattress. Then I found some other folded up blankets and put them on too. I had to cover it up. Plus it would help dry it out. If she asked, I'll just tell her I was just making the room look nice. It'll work. It'll be fine. Then there was me. I knew I smelled like her. I was all over her. Inside of her. I had to take another shower… But I had just taken one before Heather left. It would look suspicious. Shit shit shit! I had no choice. I would rush it and towel myself the fuck off as fast as I could. So I jumped in to at least rinse off. No sooner had I got in that I quickly jumped back out and grabbed some toothpaste. I had to get the smell of teenage pussy out of my mouth at the same time.

I was about to end this back and forth and try to get the discussion back on track to something more constructive, but then Autumn chimed in, "What! Now who's stereotyping!" Some more laughter in the class. "Seriously! It's, like, those kinds of stupid attitudes that make girls want an older guy in the first place." "Oh, and girls are immune to being immature, huh?" came a male retort. "That's not what I meant!" Autumn defended. "It's just that… I dunno. It's so stupid how society treats relationships with, like, any kind of age gap. I mean, there's all kinds of amazing examples where, like, actual love isn't so neat and tidy…" There was an edge of seriousness in her voice that quieted the other students. They were joking; she wasn't. "Isn't that right?" she concluded, staring at me for a reply. I was a little lost in her words, knowing exactly what she was trying to say. Knowing she was really talking to me to make some kind of point. I stammered, "Uh, heh… Well, there are

The next morning, I checked my email before even getting in the shower. She had replied fairly soon after I sent my email. 'Lame! You can talk to me with all your teacher comments all you want in class. We can email alone, so be real with me :P I want to know seriously what you thought about it. Not just the grammar, but everything. I thought you'd like talking about this- you do love writing, right? Otherwise we can talk about something else. It isn't like you've never been honest before… Remember our little phone conversation? Anyway, how about my picture that I sent? What did you think of that…' My mouth dried out as I read on. I could feel her disappointment in her words, but also a kind of stern resolve. I guess she knew what she wanted, and she sure as shit wasn't going to back down. I practically staggered away from the computer and into my bathroom to start a shower. For probably fifteen minutes I just stood in there, feeling the water pour over me, lost in thought. How

By Friday night, or technically Saturday morning, she was finishing off our correspondence for the day. 'Okay, I totally need to sleep or else I'm going to be a zombie at this family thing I have to do tomorrow. But I'll see you Saturday night, right? Online of course. Unless you'd rather talk face to face somewhere ;) I wouldn't mind not having to type so much. My poor fingers!' At some point a few days prior, I promised myself if I ever thought I was getting too carried away, I'd take a break from the computer and, if nothing else, jerk off. Just to get back in my right mind. Up to now, I hadn't bothered keeping that promise. But faced with the possibility of meeting up with her again… Well, I had to do something before I let myself plot up something for too long. So while I fantasized desperately about what another encounter with my student… "girlfriend?"… would look like, I was at least stopping myself from replying about it. I couldn't begin to count the amount of times I g

This drew me in deeper, and I found myself increasingly impressed by her. And this, of course, was all on top of the more basic attraction. The "I can't believe this smoking hot teenager is into me" attraction. The "I never imagined I'd fuck my own student, let alone get an emotion attachment" attraction. The "I wonder if she'll send me more pictures…" Well, you get the idea. TeacherPet: So is IMing me as good as the emails? Me: It certainly cuts down on the wait. TeacherPet: gah! sometimes it is sooo hard to get a straight answer out of you Me: Yeah yeah, it is as good. Happy? TeacherPet: of course! But you know what would be better? Me: Do tell. TeacherPet: in person ;) Me: Ah, I should've known… TeacherPet: do you disagree?? Me: You know that would be a bad idea. TeacherPet: I'm pretty sure it would be a VERY good idea Me: You know what I mean. The amount of trouble we'd get in. TeacherPet: would it really bad that much worse than all the emails, and all t