Advanced Seduction (Straight, Romance) (2 page)

Twisting her hips, Anna smiled. “Thank you, Mr. S.”

“You know, you don’t have to call me that.”

“I know, but you’ll always be Mr. S. to me.” Anna turned to Christina. “See you at the party? It’s at nine.”

Christina dumbly nodded, unsure of what she was doing.

Anna gave her a hug and then hugged Christina’s dad before bounding in the opposite direction from Mr. Roberts.

“That girl,” said Christina’s father, “is like a class five hurricane.”

“Yeah….” Christina glanced down the hall, but Mr. Roberts had walked out of sight.

“Probably blows like one too.”

“Daddy!” She spun on her dad.

Grinning, her dad gathered up the bags. “Want to have dinner before that party? My treat.”

“Um…” She tore her thoughts away from her former teacher. “I wasn’t sure if I was going to go.”

He gestured toward the wake of Anna’s passing. “I was pretty sure you said you would.”

“Yeah, but….”

“Go on. Your mum isn’t going to be home until midnight at the earliest. Her flight doesn’t land until ten, and then she has paperwork, TSA, and everything else before she can head home.”

Christina went to pick up a bag, but her father had all of them in his fingers. She blushed and nodded. “Are you sure?”

“Why not? You’re here for a week. I’m sure we can lose you for a day or so.”

The beat pounded in Christina’s body, the dull thud of the bass drowning out most of the conversations. She didn’t care as she enjoyed the dance floor, swinging her arms out above her and shouting wordlessly in time with the music. Her heart pounded in her chest and sweat slicked her skin, but losing herself in the rhythm felt good.

Too soon, the song ended. Christina looked around for her friends before the song started. She spotted Tracy and her husband, Jack the Geek of all people, as they ground on the dance floor. They didn’t need a song as they stared into each other’s eyes.

The next song began with a crescendo of bass pounding. Christina felt it in her chest but her curiosity, and the need for cooler air, drove her from the dance floor. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she slipped through the people to the quieter edges.

Anna was in a corner, pinning two men as she kissed them. Their arms were around the blonde, holding her tight as they obviously enjoyed making out. Christina looked curiously for a moment and then made a double-take when she realized one of them was a woman with short hair.

“Hard to believe she’s bi.” Mr. Roberts’ voice was dangerously close to Christina, close enough that his breath caressed her ear.

She jumped and glanced over. They were inches away from each other and her heart pounded with the closeness. “Um… hi.”

He smiled, his lips pulling back from bright teeth. She remembered when she wondered what it would feel like to kiss his lips. And now they were so close it would take only a moment to reach over.

Embarrassed by her thoughts, she tried to back away, but someone bumped into her. She was pushed forward and she inhaled to avoid crushing her breasts against his chest. Their lips almost brushed and an intense wave of heat exploded along her body before pooling in the space between her legs.

He looked sheepish. “Sorry,” he said but she couldn’t hear the words over the volume of the music. He started to say something, but then closed his mouth with a frustrated look. Straightening, he peered over the heads of the dancers.

Christina struggled with her lusts. He was touching her, just a light pressure on her wrist, but sparkles of pleasure radiated from the contact. She trembled, not wanting the moment to end, but also terrified of what would come next.

Mr. Roberts lowered himself and gestured toward one the walls that blocked the noise of the dance floor from the tables. He leaned forward, a soft scuff of his stubble brushing along her cheek as he yelled into her ear. “… a beer!?”

She stared at him in shock. Mr. Roberts wanted to have a drink with her? She felt the heat exploding from inside her, her clit throbbing from a sudden flash of excitement. Gulping, she nodded sharply.

His fingers wrapped around her wrist, not holding but guiding, as he tugged her toward the quieter parts.

She followed meekly, struggling with the pounding in her heart. She was beating faster than the music and the blouse she wore felt suffocating around her chest. Glancing down, she saw her nipples peeking through the fabric and blushed hotly.

As soon as they pulled out of the crowds, Mr. Roberts relaxed his grip and her sweat-slicked wrist slipped from his fingers.

She held her breath as she stared at his hand, the fingers held open as he was offering to take her own. She trembled as she lifted her hand back into his grip, slipping her fingers along his own and clenching.

He gave her a smile that almost knocked her knees out from underneath her. Tugging lightly, he pulled her to the far end of the bar, past the tall tables filled with chatting twenty-somethings, to the booths at the end. “Is this okay?”

Christina nodded dumbly and slid along the cracked vinyl bench. For a moment, she thought he would join her, but Mr. Roberts slipped across from her.

“I haven’t been here in a while. It’s louder than I remember. You can drink now, right? You’re twenty-one?”

She stared at him in shock.

He tapped his finger on the table.

Christina had a flash of him glaring from his desk at her. She gulped and nodded. “Yes, I’m… twenty-one. Sorry, Mr. Roberts—”

“Dave.”

She jerked. “What?”

“You aren’t in school, Chrissy. Dave will work.” He favored her with a smile that sent bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy.

Clamping her legs together, she gulped and nodded.

“Besides, what are you sorry about? You haven’t done anything wrong.”

She stammered for a moment.

When a waitress came by, she let out a sigh of relief as Dave focused on the woman to order beers for both of them. Christina noticed that he was buying the best the club had, though that wasn’t saying much.

“My treat, by the way. I know what it’s like being a starving college kid.”

She giggled nervously. “I’m not that starving.”

His eyes scanned her body. She watched the flicker of the bright blue eyes.

For a moment, she was naked before him. She inhaled until she realized her breasts were rising up against her dress, tenting the fabric of her blouse. She inhaled sharply, then blushed hotly. Struggling to find some way to save herself, she tried not to think about the moisture gathering against her sex.

“No,” he said with a smile, “you definitely aren’t starving.”

Christina almost moaned at the look he gave her. She pressed her hands against her thighs, shivering at the rasp of her jeans against her sensitive pussy and the heat of her pussy. Gulping, she stared down at the table.

“Ah, the beers.”

She watched as the waitress delivered the beers, then dragged the nearest bottle to her. Peeking over the rim, she watched as Dave took a sip from his glass.

He made a face. “Not the greatest, but good enough for here.”

“You’re fond of beers?”

A nod. “You could say that. I brew my own in the basement.”

“Really? I never knew that.”

“Well,” Dave said with a grin and a wave of his hand, “most parents don’t want to know their teacher likes to make beer. They probably think I’m going to bring a keg into class.”

“And get everyone plastered?”

“Yeah,” he said with a chuckle.

She giggled. Inwardly, she tried to build up courage to ask to try out his beers, just an excuse to stay near him. But, the words wouldn’t rise in her through. She felt trapped and helplessly, caught between the heated itch between her legs and a fear of rejection. He used to be her teacher and she wanted something inappropriate for that.

Dave set down his glass.

Taking a deep breath, she said, “Um…,” but then the words failed her again. Looking up, she felt pinned by his intense blue eyes. She could almost imagine him undressing her with them, she wanted him to undress her, but she didn’t dare ask.

Christina sighed and tried again. “I… could…” She let out a frustrated sigh. “Sorry.”

He watched her for a long moment.

Embarrassed, she grabbed her beer and drained it. It wasn’t as if she could just go out and say it.

“You know the problem with being a teacher?”

She looked up sharply at his flippant tone. “What?”

“Hormones.”

“Hormones?”

“Yeah, hormones. When you were in my class, I was what… ten years older than you?”

“Eight.”

“Eight,” he said with a smile, “which made it very hard to actually concentrate during class.”

Hope blossomed inside her, both in her heart and between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, shivering at the heat gathering against her fingertips.

He raised an eyebrow, as if encouraging her to ask.

She did. “Why?”

“Pretty girls. Actually, very sexy teenage girls sitting in the front row.”

She couldn’t breathe. Her throat swelled up as she stared at him, her eyes wide and her thighs grinding together. “I-I always sat in the front.”

He looked at her and smiled.

Squirming, she pried her legs apart to free her hands. She sniffed and caught a whiff of her own excitement. The moisture of her excitement clung to her things and closed her legs before he could smell her.

As the waitress passed, he held up his glass.

Christina nodded at the silent question and added her own glass to the tray.

In the silence, she wrung her hands together. Gulping, she risked speaking. “Did you like looking at me?”

“In the front row?”

She nodded, feeling more humiliated and excited than she ever thought possible.

“Every single day. More than once when you wore that plaid skirt.”

Panting, she peered up at him. “I still have that skirt.”

“I can’t tell you how much I wanted to hear that.”

She inhaled, her breasts rising as she arched her back. “I… it’s still in my room at my parent’s place. On the other side of town….”

Dave started to lean forward, but then the waitress brought back the beers. He took it and pushed it aside. A heartbeat later, he leaned on the table and peered at her. “Is that an offer?”

A whine escape her throat.

“Because, if I’m going to be honest, I’ve been thinking about that skirt of yours for a lot of years.” He sipped at his beer. “And even more thoughts the young woman wearing them.”

“Have you really been thinking about me?” She squirmed in her seat.

“Every time I saw someone sitting in the front row.”

Memories of her sitting in front of the class, sometimes with her knees apart against the legs of the desk, rose up. She moaned softly at the though that he watching her every movement. “I wish I knew that then. We could have had a few after school… specials.”

Dave sat up sharply. “Seriously?”

“Y-Yes?” She cleared her throat and took the plunge “Yes.”

“Ever thought about doing it in the class.”

“Almost every night,” she said, her breath coming in soft pants. Her cunt was a fire and nipples ached. She was talking about sex with her teacher, her fantasy.

“Still do?”

Blushing, she glanced down at the table before sheepishly looking up. “I am now.”

“Do you think,” he gulped and looked at her over her glasses, “if I got you into the school, you could… maybe put that skirt on?”

She almost came at the sudden heat boiling inside her. “But, it’s almost midnight.”

“And summer, but that won’t stop us.” His smile bolstered her.

“Why?”

“Rob, the janitor owes me a favor for sneaking some vodka into a game. And I know he’s currently sitting at home watching a game.”

She took a deep breath and glanced at the bar. She shivered and nodded. “I can be at the school in an hour.”

Christina tapped her foot against the floor of the car as she resisted the urge to floor the accelerator. Only a block away from her parent’s house and she was impatient to tear apart her room to find the skirt she swore she had.

She couldn’t believe that Mr. Roberts, Dave, invited her to the school. She only hoped that she read him right instead of coming with one expectation and being disappointed.

The car in front of her continued to plod along. The brake lights flashed every few houses, adding to her frustration and anxiety.

“Come on, come on!” She thumped her steering wheel and swore under her breath.

Her jeans were already soaked. The smell of her excitement filled the car, sweet and tangy. It was both humiliating and thrilling at the same time. For years, she fantasized about Mr. Roberts and now, maybe, it would happen.

The car in front pulled past her parent’s drive. She yanked the steering wheel and screeched into the pad. She missed and ended up in a diagonal across her customary place and her mother’s. A few seconds later, she was out of the car and ducking underneath the garage door as it opened.

She spotted her dad as she came through the kitchen. “Hi, Daddy! Bye, Daddy!”

In her room, she started at the bottom drawer and pawed through it. It had been two years since she wore the skirt and she wasn’t absolutely sure where she left it. Her heart was pounding and she was frantic, which added nothing to her efforts. She kept pushing clothes around until deciding to just yank them out until she found it.

“Something going on?”

She jumped at her dad’s voice from the door. Guiltily, she looked up. “I, um, have a date?”

Her dad was wearing his bathrobe and a pair of boxers with a comic hero on it. It did nothing for his appearance, but somehow it was comforting. There was a strange smile on his face. “Must be a hot one.”

“It’s with…” She blushed as she realized what she was about to tell her dad. She gulped and glanced down at the jeans in her hands.

“You don’t have to say, honey.”

Smiling, she looked back at him. “Sorry.”

“As long as you have fun. Going to shower too?”

Christina glanced at the bathroom door.