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A Lesson Learned The Hard Way
Oh god...o-ooh babyâ?¦yesâ?¦YESSSSSS...a-ah!â?? I heard myself cry out as his hand suddenly found where I needed him most, his teasing growing even more relentless by the moment. He saw to it that not one part of me remained untouched. Hellâ?¦who I was I to complain to that? Hot damn! I was convinced that I had already been to heaven and backâ?¦and he about to send me there againâ?¦ â??Oh Fuck!â? I cried out as he went to work, his head eagerly diving in between my legs. Lordâ?¦help me come out of thisâ?¦aliveâ?¦ In more ways than oneâ?¦tee hee... â??Mmhmmâ?¦â? he moaned against me, causing me to jerk at the sensation â??Mmm gurlâ?¦whoâ??s your daddy?â? When I didnâ??t answer him right awayâ??I was beyond coherent thought at that point, for obvious reasonsâ??he pulled away, his mouth glistening with my essence. I whimpered, my listless arms fumbling as they sought to bring him back where I needed him. In a quick motion, he encased both of my wrists in his large hand and held them over my headâ??an action I couldnâ??t help but find myself turned on by. â??Say it...tell me who your daddy isâ?¦tell me how he makes you feeeeelâ?¦â? He growled as his other hand lustily fondled the generous curves of my bodyâ?¦ Mmmâ?¦o-oh god pleaseâ?¦ Mr. Jacksâ?? My frenzied thoughts came to an immediate halt when all of a sudden his hand found my heat once more, and without preamble he sunk two fingers in deepâ?¦. My scream caught in my throat; making its way out as a strangled whimper instead. Sweet Jesusâ?¦! J-just a little further andâ?¦ â??Irene!â? My head shot up, and felt myself nearly falling out of my seat from the momentum. My eyes were wild and I rapidly blinked through my sleep fuzzy vision as a snarky voice broke through my drowsy haze. â??Welcome back Ms. Berryâ?¦I take it that you had a very nice napâ?¦?â? And thatâ??s when I realized that the highly irritating voice belonged to my teacher, Ms. Gresham. A teacherâ?¦who happened to teach Pre-Calculusâ?¦a class of over thirty other studentsâ?¦ All of whom, in addition to my teacher, were staring at me with varying looks of amusement and alarm on their faces. Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckâ?¦! My mind crawled to a stop before it began screaming again Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckâ?¦! I felt my face instantly heat up and I wished that the floor would open up and swallow me whole. No effing way they didnâ??t hear meâ?¦ever since I was little I was an active sleep talkerâ?¦which over the years had provided me with enough awkward and embarrassing moments to last for a lifetime. And now thanks to my seemingly never-ending horny state, I could also add this moment as well. Effing shoot. Me. Now. I looked up to see Ms. Gresham (i.e. Ms. Greasy Ham as she did bear an uncanny resemblance to those belonging to the swine family) with a sh!t eating smirk spreading the portly sections of her face. â??Well, Ms Berry normally I would send you to the Principalâ??s office for yourâ?¦.rather entertaining disruption of my class. However, I get the impression that you would probably enjoy that.â? That bitch didnâ??t even bother to keep the mirth out of her voice. By this point the class was so far gone my head now throbbed in time with the burning in my cheeks as their cackles pierced my tender ears. â??Out in the hall, Ms Berry.â? Ms. Gresham ordered, her finger pointed in the direction of the door. â??And be sure to pick up a detention slip on the way out.â? What?! A detention for having a wet dream?! Hellâ?¦I should have been compensated for the sheer embarrassment alone. And not only thatâ?¦I did provide â??entertainmentâ?â?¦that if anything should be a deductable on the metaphorical tax form doled out as my â??punishmentâ?. However, mortification overrode any indignation and I found that I was more than happy to comply with â??Teachâ??s ordersâ?. I rose out of my seat, my legs slightly unsteady (a repercussion from my â??dreamâ?) and upon taking several steps towards the door they wobbled and suddenly gave out. And I soon found myself meeting my friend Mr. Floor. Complete wipeout. My peers were relentless, and their hooting and guffawing reached a deafening crescendo. Thatâ??s itâ?¦I now officially have to enlist in the Witness Protection Programâ?¦or something to that effect. Cause my already battered reputation is now completely shot to hell. I scraped myself off of the floor and I hurriedly picked up my fallen books before I dashed out of the classroom, my cheeks burning with shame. Once I was in the deserted hallway, I sunk down to the floor, my face buried in my palms as my thoughts floated to the one person who had started this whole mess. That and my raging hormones. Well damn itâ?¦I couldnâ??t really help it. Cause since the day he first walked into this school, Iâ??ve been completely and totally enraptured by him. Him being the principal of St. Francis Catholic school for Girls. Mr. Michael J. Jackson. A child prodigy, he had graduated at the top of his class from Yale at the tender age of 17 before he went on to put a serious dent in the music industry by becoming one of the youngest and most successful business men of the last decade. Known by his colleagues as Smelly, (for reasons that still have yet to be known), he became renowned for his shrewd tactics and wise investments. However at age 25, Michael shocked the business world when he decided that he wanted to leave the profession, to something arguably more humble in origins. He decided to become a school principal. Of an All-Girls Catholic High School no less. Talk about a complete 180. Anyhoo, his reason for such a drastic change was surprisingly simple: he wanted to be in a position where he could help the youth of today, for he felt that helping the children was his true calling in life. If that were to have come from some else, I probably would have snickered in my little corner, and perhaps point a finger or two at said person for good measure. However, because it came from him, I found that it made him all the more endearing to me. But a Catholic High School? Really???? Hate to break to you but, most of us ainâ??t exactly kids anymore. But whateverâ?¦I am definitely not complaining. Not one bit. Especially since he was so damn sexy it literally hurt. No, really Iâ??m not kidding. I cannot begin to tell you how many girls ended up in the nurseâ??s office complaining of neck pain on the first day of school, due to the enormous amount of head turning induced by his mere presence. I would know cause I was one of them. The man was effing edible. No seriously; the man could put any male model to shame with his lean but wholesomely masculine physique, smooth rich caramel skin and deep, chocolate eyes that have been known to cause heightened states of euphoria through the female population And not to mention he had the most perfectly shaped bubbleâ?? Lawwwdâ?¦alrightâ?¦Imma stop nowâ?¦ He even had some of the resident nuns seriously second guessing their vows of celibacyâ?¦then again so would any being with a vagina. Simply put, Mr. Jackson was the biggest hit around here since sliced bread. A real stud. And a real pain in my ass. God, I donâ??t know how or when the â??dreamsâ? startedâ?¦I know Iâ??ve had a crush on him since last fall. But as of recently, things haveâ?¦wellâ?¦changed for lack of a better word. How did he go from being an innocent (HA!) school girl crushâ?¦to well, the star of my wildest nighttime (and now apparently daytime) fantasies? For one, I canâ??t seem to get the man out of my mind. Mr. Jackson, normally, was rarely seen outside of his office other than assemblies and select school sponsored events, as he usually was a very busy man. But sometimes I did catch him on the rare occasion of when he did venture out into the hallways of St. Francis. And every time I saw him, his eyes always somehow seemed to find mine with this somehow knowing lookâ?¦as if by peering in my eyes he could decipher the intimacies of my soulâ?¦or something to that effect. Either that or he somehow knows that Iâ??m thinking about doing the nasty with him 99.99% of the time. Just with one fricken look, ya'll. But lately I havenâ??t seen him at allâ?¦anywhere. I suppose thatâ??s probably one of the reasons my minds been working overtime, conjuring scenes of doing deviant things with the man. The human mindâ?¦amazing isnâ??t it? However, itâ??s tendency to get my butt in trouble still hasnâ??t escaped me. My stinkinâ?? life. You would think after eighteen years of living Iâ??d be past this kind of anarchic humiliationâ?¦right? But noooooo. To me Karma wasnâ??t merely a bitchâ?¦no; she was a dirty, aids- infested, crack house whore. And right now I bet the ho herself was laughin right in my face. Well, you know what karma? FUCKâ?¦ YOU! Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck youâ?¦FUCK YOU!!! Now fully immersed my angst ridden rage, in a true rebellious teen-like fashion I barely noticed that I was now angrily kicking a random locker. Or the fact that I screaming expletives at the top of my lungs. And thus, as I was oblivious to anything outside of my vehement venting, I barely noticed someone taping on my shouderâ?¦nor was I privy to who it might have belonged to. â??Excuse meâ?¦â? But I knew that sexified voice anywhere. I froze, mortification seizing my limbs, and red crept across my cheeks as I slowly turned to face him. I was so not prepared to be met with the vision Mr. Jackson standing less than two feet away from me, a slight scowl firmly set on his face as his deep brown eyes pierced right through me. Oh sweet mother of Jesusâ?¦heâ??s miffedâ?¦ I am so not going to be able to sleep tonight. â??What is the problem here?â? With an eyebrow raised he took in me standing like I had just been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. â??Pleaseâ?¦do inform me as to why Iâ??m finding you here kicking one of our lockers and nearly destroying school property?â?he asked and I found myself being hypnotized watching the movement of his lips. â??Not to mention that you were also screaming â?¦expletives, and there have been complaints from several of the surrounding classrooms.â? Oh, fuck me. I donâ??t think I could have been anymore embarrassed. Well, actually I take that back. I could be standing in front of him completely naked. My mind failed to listen to me once more at it then decided to conjure up images of him standing front of me naked. Oh godâ?¦Iâ??m effing screwed. I donâ??t how long I was out of it, but next thing I knew the sound of him clearing his throat brought me out of my trance. His eyes, still burning, now sparkled with a weird glint; one that I couldnâ??t quite decipher but nonetheless had me squirming. However nothing could prepare me for the words that came out of his mouth next. Taking a step closer so there was literally an inch separating us, causing my personal space sensors to go haywire, his smooth voice practically rumbled into my ear: â??I know what youâ??re thinking Ms. Berry.â? He leaned in and I felt myself trembling. â??And I just wanted to let you knowâ?¦â? And suddenly we up against the very locker I had pulverized just moments ago. â??Iâ??ve been thinking the same things too.â? He whispered, his warm breath caressing the shell of my ear. And then we proceeded to have hot and passionate sex against the lockers outside of Room 28. Ha haâ?¦just kidding. No, what really happened was that I spent a good five minutes staring off into space (daydreaming about him no less), with him standing there more than likely wondering it were possible for a person to be this damn near retarded. Eventually though, I did break out of my dreamlike state, now even more mortified at my behavior. My cheeks were flaming, and I found myself looking down at my feet with shame. I sensed a slight movement coming from him and I looked up again to see that he was shaking his head slightly with a bemused expression etched across his perfect features. With a slight chuckle, he regarded me once more. â??Alright Ms. Berry; Iâ??m going to let you off with a warning this time.â? His features grew stern but his eyes remained soft. â??Donâ??t let this happen again, do you understand?â? It was all I could not to jump the man. I settled for a small nod. â??Good,â? He then let one of his infamous grins. â??Iâ??m glad we could come to understanding on this â?¦matter.â? â??I want to come to an understanding of YOUR matter, Mr. Jackson!â?? My mind lamely retorted. Settle down Irene. And with that being said, he continued on his way. However after taking a few steps, he paused, and as if were almost an afterthought he added: â??If something of this nature occurs again, Ms. Berry, Iâ??ll see to it that the proper disciplinary procedures are carried out accordinglyâ?¦â? He slowly turned so he was facing me, his swirling eyes meeting mine and doing a number on my insides. â??â?¦And that there will beâ?¦consequencesâ?¦â? I felt my mouth go dry upon hearing how his voice dropped on the word consequences, nearly growling the word. It was such a turn on. However, it was the way something appeared to change in his eyes; they now looked upon me in almost an appraising manner. And ever so slightly, I caught something of something that was so minute I thought for a second that I had imagined it. But there was no escaping the sight of the tip of his pink tongue barely slipping out between his full lips, before sweeping across them in a motion that I found to be transfixing and utterly sensual, as his powerful gaze warmed over the length of my body. If I didnâ??t know better I would have said that Mr. Michael Joseph Jackson was actually checking me out. But I soooo knew better. Because just as quickly as what I thought had happened occurred, he was truly on his way; his long assured strides quickly taking him across the length of the hallway. I naughtily took the moment to observe my favorite part of his anatomy as I watched his retreating form soon turn a corner. I soon found myself overcome with a weary sigh. Itâ??s was almost time for P.E. and I found myself suddenly thankful that the locker room was equipped with showers. For I had a feeling that a cold shower was definitely in order.
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