Teacher Facesitting Story Novels & Stories

But you said it's correct," I replied. Everyone was looking at me now. What's wrong with you, Willow? What did we say about not drawing attention? I looked at my tablet to avoid any stares. "Damn, girl," Jenny mumbled. The bell rang. I sighed. The teacher picked up his things and exited in shame, I guess? It was finally time for a break. Jenny stood next to me. "Are you coming?" She asked. I looked up at her. We walked out of the classroom together as they talked about a teacher who got arrested after getting caught sleeping with a student. People do that? That's so cringe.

MILES I was sitting quietly in my chair, tucked away in the shadows of the classroom, listening intently to the discussion led by our teacher, Mrs. Rose Dorsett. With my assigned seat in the very last row of the classroom, I often went unnoticed, allowing me to freely engage in whatever I pleased. Mrs. Dorsett, a kind-hearted and knowledgeable woman, had a knack for sparking curiosity in her students' minds. Her words flowed effortlessly as she delved into the complexities of English literature.

Juna asked, making Naya immediately look at him. "I..." "Don't worry, I'm here," said Juna with a sincere smile. Not long after, Mr. Arka entered the class, his eyes immediately saw Naya who had moved to sit next to Juna. Naya knew that her teacher was staring at her right now so she just looked down. "Good morning all." "Good morning sir." Mr Arka put his books on the table then stood in front of the class "Are there plans to move seats?" he asked, his gaze never leaving his favorite student.

Chapter 7: Motor Ride She unconsciously took a huge gulp and sat in the most proper as she can. "Do you have something to share, Miss and Mister?" she asked. The teacher was eyeing them both with a serious expression. Her huge thick-lensed glasses failed to hide the annoyed look in her eyes. "Nothing, ma'am. We're sorry," Fera answered in her low voice. "You sure?" the teacher asked in monotone causing the tension to elevate more than it had been. She wasn't pleased with all, her wrinkled face was more than evident.

Susi spins on her heels, waving for me to follow. “Mr. Wilimur is our English teacher. I’ve heard pretty good things about him. Not too strict with giving out homework and he tries to keep the class entertained.” She stated. We reach the classroom and pick our seats next to the window. Susi chooses the seat in front of me. Sitting down, she spins around and rests her chin in her hand, propped up by her elbow on the desk. Staring into my eyes, studying me, she asks my story and I tell her without hesitation. Something about her just makes me feel safe and comfortable. I want to spill my deepest dark secrets to her. Strange.

I ask, trying to get rid of the tension. Wes immediately starts talking about his day. He put gum on a teacher's chair and the teacher sat in it. So when the teacher stood up they had gum right in the middle of the back of their pants. Nobody in the class said anything either, so it was there the whole time. The teacher didn't know what was wrong as the whole class snickered and whispered about it. A giggle erupts from my lips. I know laughing about it is mean but I can't help it.

I felt eyes on me and I looked towards the door, and there he was. He was staring at me with an expression that appeared pained. I looked around and saw the only open seat was the one behind me. The same one he sat in yesterday as he pelted me with balls of paper. I groaned inwardly to myself and turned back to my desk, dreading the assaults I would probably receive this class. When the teacher came in he commented to Jax “Jax, are you going to sit down, please?” To which he did just that.

"Let's see for how long." Slapping my phone into my chest, she turned around and walked back to her desk, just as Mrs Hopper, our homeroom teacher, walked in, all sweaty and uncoordinated, like she hadn't gotten up on time to prepare the kids for school and had to alternate making breakfast with dressing up for work. I retook my seat, upset that, yet again, I'd been humiliated and treated like trash. 199 days now. Only a hundred and ninety nine to go, I chanted in my head, in a bid to calm myself down and take my mind off all that had just happened.

" Sorry to startle you... Please tell me this one. " " No... " " No means ?? " " Means no... " " You don't know the answer or won't tell? " " I don't know." " Liar... " " Ok... I won't tell... " " Please..." He caught my left hand as he was sitting on my left side. I saw that the teacher was busy talking with another teacher at the door of the class. " What is your problem? " " Question no 11... I already told you... " he said innocently.

“Well, enough of your little romance story. Take a seat. Grab a book. You’ll each be summarizing what you read. Silently.” She turned away, and I made a beeline for the far seat near the wall. Quiet. Hidden. Peaceful. But Adrian, obviously not caring about any of that, trailed after me like a magnet. I pulled out a chair. So did he. “Hey.” The teacher snapped before I could sit. Her voice had that edge...sharp and cold. “Take another seat, Adrian! You’re not even supposed to be here, so maybe let us have peace without your little bodyguard energy buzzing around her.”