Adorable teen showing off her body by the window

Opinionated girl pushes teacher\’s buttons.
Author s note: All characters in the forthcoming sequel to Teacher s Pet are of the age 18 or older. Also an apology to the lovely readers that emailed me for the long wait for this sequel. I hope that this makes up for the delay.
High school is tough. When it finally starts getting interesting reality comes along and screws everything up.
After I left Mr. Pearl the day that he first kissed me I walked home in a bit of a daze. I mean I had spent a fair amount of energy hating the man and now I was all tingly from him. It just didn t make much sense to me. So I lost myself in my thoughts of conflicting emotions for the rest of the evening. My parents were thankfully too busy to sense my preoccupation during dinner. After eating a few bites of truly tasteless food (could have been eating cardboard for all I could tell) I retired to my bedroom.
I shut the door and threw myself onto my sinfully soft queen sized bed and let my thoughts take control for awhile. I pondered whether feeling like I did from one kiss from Mr. Pearl meant I was attracted to Neanderthals and not enlightened sensitive men. Then I wondered whether I should report him for inappropriate touching when I remembered with a blush that other than him kissing me I had been the one groping him. Finally I let myself just think of how if felt when his lips touched mine.
I remembered the light pressure of his lips against mine. The taste of his mouth a hint of mint and coffee. How strong his body felt when I pressed into him. I thought about the little gasp he gave when I accidentally brushed against his bulging pants.
My eyes drifted closed as I rolled over onto my back. My hands roamed down my body as my mind focused on Mr. Pearl s kiss his strength his touch. My left hand unbuttoned the vest I wore as my right worked on my jeans zipper. My body felt like it was on fire. My fingers grazed over my hardened nipples through the lace of my bra. I gasped at the sensation when my hand pressed firmly against my tender breasts.
As my other hand dipped into my open jeans a knock sounded on my bedroom door. Working quickly I refastened my vest and jeans while asking what the doorknocker wanted.
Honey Mili s play is tonight remember? My mother reminded me as she opened my door and walked into my room. I sat up on the bed as she looked down at me. Are you feeling alright?
I m fine Mom really. I just forgot about Mili s play opening tonight. I said standing up. I ll go take a quick shower and change. I walked to my closet to find something appropriate for my best friend s opening night. I grabbed a sapphire blue velvet dress. Click here to continue reading »