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“life is what you make of it. If you take it too seriously you just end up injuring your own self.”
― Life in a Rut, Love Not Included
― Life in a Rut, Love Not Included
“I gape at Peter, who’s in shorts, his t-shirt completely soaked, bouncing the basketball. He stops at the sound of my voice turning to me. And holy shit. The nerd alert himself is missing his pocket protector and glasses. His shirt, which is practically see though, shows off his pecks. He stops dribbling and, with his free hand, he takes the hem of his shirt and lifts it, using it to wipe the buildup of sweat from his face.
Fuck. Me.
Of course, Nerd Alert has a solid six pack.
“You okay over there? You look like you haven’t eaten in days, licking your lips like that.”
― Passing Peter Parker
Fuck. Me.
Of course, Nerd Alert has a solid six pack.
“You okay over there? You look like you haven’t eaten in days, licking your lips like that.”
― Passing Peter Parker
“Sarah, who bathes you while I’m not around?” he asks
“Um…I’m not sure anyone does,” I state quite truthfully.
You smell like vermouth and dirty socks,” he says while turning on the shower.
“Showers haven’t been the same alone since I’ve met you.”
“I completely agree.
So we are going to shower and I’m going to clean you up,” he says. “And then I’m going to get you all dirty again.” Jack and Sarah”
―
“Um…I’m not sure anyone does,” I state quite truthfully.
You smell like vermouth and dirty socks,” he says while turning on the shower.
“Showers haven’t been the same alone since I’ve met you.”
“I completely agree.
So we are going to shower and I’m going to clean you up,” he says. “And then I’m going to get you all dirty again.” Jack and Sarah”
―
“I’m not sure what to say. Or do. Thank her for giving me the best sex of my god damn life? Get up and leave? The problem is, I’m far from done. My appetite for her just got a sample, and now, I’m starved. I flip her, bringing her back to the mattress, trying not to snap her still contained wrists. She’s wearing a carefree smile. “What’s that look for?” I instantly waver on my feet with uncertainty. Was I not good enough? Does she want more? “Oh, nothing. Pleased you passed round one. I have a full bag of goodies over there. If you’re up for it, I say we move on to round two.” It’s settled. I’ve fallen in love.”
― Pride
― Pride
“I would sit in class and imagine myself being spanked. Daydream while at the laundry mat, a stranger tying me up and taking me in all my intimate spots. God, I practically had an orgasm while grocery shopping mentally visualizing being down on my knees and gagging on a large cock.”
― Pride
― Pride
“I hear the door open and close, and I peek to see the one and only.
“What do you want?” I ask, staring back up at the stars, taking a large sip of my beer.
He doesn’t answer, but takes a seat next to me. I turn to see he’s also drinking a beer. He’s back in his work attire, sporting a pair of kakis and a button up polo. “What happened to your Guns-N-Roses shirt? Don’t want anyone to know your alter ego? They might find out you’re really some sort of party animal who raves to heavy metal and goes on drinking binges instead of science fairs?” I laugh taking another swig. We connect eyes and something in them tells me that I might be on to something. “No way. Tell me I’m not wrong. The science teacher secretly has a bad side.” He stands quickly sticking out his hand.
“Come with me.”
Huh? “No way. Why? You gonna try and retaliate? Avenge all teachers I’ve tried to take out this week?” His laugh is like a tickle to my lady parts. I fight to admit that I seriously love that sound.
“No, but it would be fitting though, Peter Parker, saving the world from the reckless bad girl.” I give him my evil eye while he smiles wider. “Come with me. I promise, I’ll bring you back in one piece.” His hand taunting, I decide, what the hell. I stick my hand out, sliding it into his, the feel of his warm skin wrapped around mine. He walks me around to the front of the house and a few cars down, until he stops beside a Jeep. Unlocking the door, he says, “Jump in,” and walks around the other side. Knowing I have a pretty loud voice if he does try and kill me, I jump in. The inside smells just like him. Of spice and aftershave.”
― Passing Peter Parker
“What do you want?” I ask, staring back up at the stars, taking a large sip of my beer.
He doesn’t answer, but takes a seat next to me. I turn to see he’s also drinking a beer. He’s back in his work attire, sporting a pair of kakis and a button up polo. “What happened to your Guns-N-Roses shirt? Don’t want anyone to know your alter ego? They might find out you’re really some sort of party animal who raves to heavy metal and goes on drinking binges instead of science fairs?” I laugh taking another swig. We connect eyes and something in them tells me that I might be on to something. “No way. Tell me I’m not wrong. The science teacher secretly has a bad side.” He stands quickly sticking out his hand.
“Come with me.”
Huh? “No way. Why? You gonna try and retaliate? Avenge all teachers I’ve tried to take out this week?” His laugh is like a tickle to my lady parts. I fight to admit that I seriously love that sound.
“No, but it would be fitting though, Peter Parker, saving the world from the reckless bad girl.” I give him my evil eye while he smiles wider. “Come with me. I promise, I’ll bring you back in one piece.” His hand taunting, I decide, what the hell. I stick my hand out, sliding it into his, the feel of his warm skin wrapped around mine. He walks me around to the front of the house and a few cars down, until he stops beside a Jeep. Unlocking the door, he says, “Jump in,” and walks around the other side. Knowing I have a pretty loud voice if he does try and kill me, I jump in. The inside smells just like him. Of spice and aftershave.”
― Passing Peter Parker
“How did I not think to ask? And what the hell should I have said? Oh, hey, by the way, you’re of age and not my student before I test out my fantasies on you, right? I start kicking and banging my fists, having a five-year-old tantrum. I knew I shouldn’t have gone through with it. Those damn romance books! I blame all of them.”
― Pride
― Pride
“My life as, free as it is, just isn’t as great as I thought it would be. I don’t regret my decisions, because that would mean everybody else in the world was right and I was wrong. I do wish things were different. But then I would have to admit that my life wasn’t all bells and whistles, and I just didn’t want to admit that yet.”
― Passing Peter Parker
― Passing Peter Parker
“I spent most of Sunday hiding, pretending I had food poisoning to keep Agnes from grilling me on what I was doing on Peter’s lap. If it was just as simple as saying, “Well, sis, I was dry humping the shit out of him, and it was awesome, thanks for asking.”
― Passing Peter Parker
― Passing Peter Parker
“I think you’re a reckless little girl who shouldn’t taunt strangers.” I yank her into me, our chests colliding, enjoying the way her perfect tits press against me. I shouldn’t go along with this, but she wants me to treat her this way. Be her punisher. The way her eyes flare with intense desire tells me, this is exactly how she wants to be treated. I whip her around and grab her hips, thrusting my stone hard cock in between her ass cheeks. Her moan proves just what a naughty girl she is. “Are you gonna tie me up and spank me?”
― Pride
― Pride
“You’re in my house, in my bed. I have a long list of things I plan to, and will, do to you. So, if this isn’t what you want, tell me now.” His blunt words cause my heartrate to spike. I can feel him already hard on my stomach.
“Do I get a preview of what I’m in for if I say yes?”
― Passing Peter Parker
“Do I get a preview of what I’m in for if I say yes?”
― Passing Peter Parker
“I laugh in my head, because let’s be honest, that was kinda funny. Peter’s eyes light up with humor. He agrees.”
― Passing Peter Parker
― Passing Peter Parker
“I couldn’t fight the urge any longer and looked at him with my evil stare down, making sure he knew I was fed up with him. But when I offered him my crazy eyes, I mistook my direction smacking right into the brick hallway wall.
God I hate his laugh.”
― Passing Peter Parker
God I hate his laugh.”
― Passing Peter Parker
“All this yapping and I’m still trying to figure out what Agnes gets out of these get-togethers, besides an ulcer.”
― Passing Peter Parker
― Passing Peter Parker
“A part of me feels like walking over there and thanking him for setting me straight—or lopsided, as the case may be, since I’m pretty sure he dislocated my hip with his dick. I’m also seriously considering asking him to do it again. You know, to fuck my hip back in place. And then I realize I’m insane.”
― Blackstone
― Blackstone
“My experience with sex goes as far as a one-night stand with Jared Matthews, and it lasted about a whole thirty-seven seconds. It hurt, and it was quite embarrassing. More for him—not me. He was drunk, and I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. I allowed him to kiss me, or shall I say slobber on me, which was closer to the truth of what he was doing. When it finally came down to the sex part of it, it stunk. Both literally and figuratively. He farted the entire time. Once he was done, he told me keg beer gave him horrible gas.”
― Exquisite Taste
― Exquisite Taste
“Shit, those sex toys?” I ask, shocked. “Oh, these things?” She dangles a set of handcuffs and some sort of clamps in her hand. “These are what I like to call ice breakers.” Jesus, I’m not sure if I should run or just fell in love.”
― Pride
― Pride
“Fuck, the images floating in my head right now are anything but innocent. “Exactly what do you plan on doing with those?” I ask, wanting her to feed my fucked-up fantasy. “That’s up to you. I’m a giving girl. The darkness in your eyes, I imagine you have some ideas.” Not good ones. I want to take those cuffs and subdue her. Make her beg. Take my heavy palm to her ass. Fuck her until she screams my name over and over. “I’m yours to play with. What do you want?”
― Pride
― Pride
“Fuck,” I moan. I’m just at the peak, trying my hardest not to let go, when his phone begins to vibrate in his front pocket. The sensation intensifies and the vibrations are an added bonus to my already throbbing clit. I lose my battle and I bite down on Peters lip, letting my orgasm shoot through me.
“Shit, shit… Shiiiiit,” I repeat, forgetting how good it feels to let go. The buzzing stops. But then starts again, tickling my sensitive center.
“Sit up,” Peter says, digging his phone out of his pocket, he looks at the screen. “It’s your sister.”
Shit!
He presses the green button, and puts the phone to his ear. “Hey, Agnes,” he speaks, but you can tell his voice is strained. “Yeah, I know where she’s at.” What! My sister would kill me if she knew what I was doing! I slap him on his chest! I mouth no, while shaking my head.
Smiling, he says, “Agnes, hold on, I have another call.” He pulls his phone away to mute it.
“Go out with me.”
“What?”
“Go out with me. Let me take you to dinner. Or… I tell your sister you’re in here with me and I just gave you an old fashion orgasm.”
I gasp. “Are you blackmailing me, Peter Parker?”
He laughs, “Its Wesley, and yes. Yes, I am.”
I can’t believe him. I call his bluff and shake my head no. When he asks me if I’m sure, I stick to my ground and say yes. He just shrugs his shoulders, and brings the phone back to his ear and tells my sister that I am currently sitting on his lap.”
― Passing Peter Parker
“Shit, shit… Shiiiiit,” I repeat, forgetting how good it feels to let go. The buzzing stops. But then starts again, tickling my sensitive center.
“Sit up,” Peter says, digging his phone out of his pocket, he looks at the screen. “It’s your sister.”
Shit!
He presses the green button, and puts the phone to his ear. “Hey, Agnes,” he speaks, but you can tell his voice is strained. “Yeah, I know where she’s at.” What! My sister would kill me if she knew what I was doing! I slap him on his chest! I mouth no, while shaking my head.
Smiling, he says, “Agnes, hold on, I have another call.” He pulls his phone away to mute it.
“Go out with me.”
“What?”
“Go out with me. Let me take you to dinner. Or… I tell your sister you’re in here with me and I just gave you an old fashion orgasm.”
I gasp. “Are you blackmailing me, Peter Parker?”
He laughs, “Its Wesley, and yes. Yes, I am.”
I can’t believe him. I call his bluff and shake my head no. When he asks me if I’m sure, I stick to my ground and say yes. He just shrugs his shoulders, and brings the phone back to his ear and tells my sister that I am currently sitting on his lap.”
― Passing Peter Parker
“Even though she’s borderline bananas, I’m quite fond of her cherry lips.”
― Sundays are for Hangovers
― Sundays are for Hangovers
“Ahh, it’s true. Secret rocker. So, is the science teacher just a facade? Kinda like the real Peter Parker? Do you secretly save the world on your off time?” I’m smiling at him, enjoying the banter. His frame seems so much bigger, being in the small space. He’s not saying anything, so I go on. “Did I just bust you out? You gonna have to keep me quiet now?” I laugh. But he doesn’t. He leans over and wraps his strong hand around my neck, bringing our faces close, our lips pressing together.
I can’t remember the last time I ever made out in a car, if that’s what we’re doing. The old-school French kissing outside the parent’s house until the lights go on and we have to break apart. But this time, I’m an adult and no one’s going to stop us.
Not sure what comes over me, but I lean forward, letting him know I want more. His response is just want I want as he pulls my body over the center console to his side, my legs now straddling him. My body is on fire, being in this position. I shamelessly grind forward, loving the friction the hardness between his legs brushing against my covered clit causes. His grip around my ass tightens and he growls into my mouth. Our kiss becomes brutal, my hands working their way up his tight chest, up his neck and into his thick, dark hair. I grip handfuls into my fists and, as I cock my head to the side for a deeper kiss, I accidently knock his glasses off.
“Shit, sorry,” I moan into his mouth. He doesn’t skip a beat, grabbing my ass cheeks tighter and grinding what feels like a gigantic sized monster against my sex. This is not how I saw this going, but man, am I glad. His mouth, his strong hands, his hard cock, everything has become a pleasant surprise. The sound of Axl Rose singing in the background while we kiss and grind, our teeth scraping, our tongues dancing around one another, while our hands explore, squeezing, pulling and pinching. It’s almost becoming too much and the buildup is going to cause me to orgasm. I should stop this; this is immature what we’re doing. Dry humping in a car, god, what’s wrong with us? His grip is strong and intense, pushing, pulling, as our bodies move.”
― Passing Peter Parker
I can’t remember the last time I ever made out in a car, if that’s what we’re doing. The old-school French kissing outside the parent’s house until the lights go on and we have to break apart. But this time, I’m an adult and no one’s going to stop us.
Not sure what comes over me, but I lean forward, letting him know I want more. His response is just want I want as he pulls my body over the center console to his side, my legs now straddling him. My body is on fire, being in this position. I shamelessly grind forward, loving the friction the hardness between his legs brushing against my covered clit causes. His grip around my ass tightens and he growls into my mouth. Our kiss becomes brutal, my hands working their way up his tight chest, up his neck and into his thick, dark hair. I grip handfuls into my fists and, as I cock my head to the side for a deeper kiss, I accidently knock his glasses off.
“Shit, sorry,” I moan into his mouth. He doesn’t skip a beat, grabbing my ass cheeks tighter and grinding what feels like a gigantic sized monster against my sex. This is not how I saw this going, but man, am I glad. His mouth, his strong hands, his hard cock, everything has become a pleasant surprise. The sound of Axl Rose singing in the background while we kiss and grind, our teeth scraping, our tongues dancing around one another, while our hands explore, squeezing, pulling and pinching. It’s almost becoming too much and the buildup is going to cause me to orgasm. I should stop this; this is immature what we’re doing. Dry humping in a car, god, what’s wrong with us? His grip is strong and intense, pushing, pulling, as our bodies move.”
― Passing Peter Parker
“NOTHING EXCITING CAME FROM the rest of my night. After slapping Peter, and high tailing it out of his car, I went back inside, the beady little eyes of my sister staring at me as I walked through the living room. Making a pit stop in the kitchen for more beer, I came back, passing her to go to my room. I know she wanted to yell at me. I hope she yells at Peter, since he’s the one who decided to out us. And why? Really? He would risk his own job, just for a date with me?
Idiot.”
― Passing Peter Parker
Idiot.”
― Passing Peter Parker
“Great, but maybe you should mind your own damn business,” I snap. He’s standing there in his normal, causal stance with his hands in his pockets, his stupid sexy glasses hanging off his stupid sexy nose.
“Wow, someone’s uptight this morning. Monday blues? You know, I know of something that can ease that tension.”
God the nerve. How does he get away with it? I take a few menacing steps towards him, but he never drops that smile. “You know. You may have everyone fooled here. But not me. Ohhhh no! I see right through you. The ‘I’m just this nice innocent science teacher, who compliments old ladies’ cardigans and plays with baking soda and test tubes’. But nope. I know the real you. The condescending type. Thinks all highly of himself. With his big bad muscles and fake—”
Peter grabs for me, pulling me into his classroom. The door shuts behind him and my back is thrown against the wall and his mouth is on mine. I spend a half-second thinking of fighting him off before I fight him in a different way, kissing him just as aggressively. God this is so hot. What is wrong with me!?
His movement is quick and brutal. He doesn’t bother asking, but takes, as he spreads my legs with his knees, his hands hiking up my skirt. His mouth breaks from mine, his breath caressing my earlobe as he speaks. “We have exactly three minutes before that bell rings. Now you can waste it, or you can enjoy what I’m most definitely going to.”
I don’t say a word, because his hand on my thigh is burning a hole through my skin. My silence is his green light, and he raises his hand, pushing my panties aside. The smirk on his face has a lot to do with the realization that I’m already soaking wet. He uses my juices to spread me open then pushing a thick finger inside. His mouth back on mine abusing my lips with his touch while his finger fucks me, in and out, the pleasure, heavenly. “Two minutes,” he says between nips and licks, his finger pulling out and two entering me. God, this is messed up, but so hot. I’m so turned on; my hands are pulling at his hair. “One minute,” he moans into my mouth and I find myself riding his hand thrust for thrust. It’s like I can hear the seconds ticking by, knowing that if I don’t come before that minute ends I will die. “Thirty seconds,” he murmurs across my lips and his pressure increases, his pumps wild, my back riding up and down the wall.
He starts counting down from ten, the numbers getting louder and louder in my brain as he slams a third finger inside me and hooks, putting pressure on just the right spot. I explode. I squeeze his fingers so tight and come all over his hand, just as he grunts out the number one. We both hear the bell sound and he pulls out, adjusting my skirt. Taking his fingers into his mouth, he sucks off my juices, never taking his eyes off me.
Before I can say anything, the doorknob begins to jiggle. Light appears from the outside and the door opens as a sea of children scatter in.
“Thank you Ms. Gretchen, I will most definitely try out three finger servings of baking soda in today’s explosion experiment.” Smiling heftily at me, “But, you should really be getting to class now. The precious youth is waiting for you.” With that he holds his door open, and in a daze, I walk past him.
What the fuck…”
― Passing Peter Parker
“Wow, someone’s uptight this morning. Monday blues? You know, I know of something that can ease that tension.”
God the nerve. How does he get away with it? I take a few menacing steps towards him, but he never drops that smile. “You know. You may have everyone fooled here. But not me. Ohhhh no! I see right through you. The ‘I’m just this nice innocent science teacher, who compliments old ladies’ cardigans and plays with baking soda and test tubes’. But nope. I know the real you. The condescending type. Thinks all highly of himself. With his big bad muscles and fake—”
Peter grabs for me, pulling me into his classroom. The door shuts behind him and my back is thrown against the wall and his mouth is on mine. I spend a half-second thinking of fighting him off before I fight him in a different way, kissing him just as aggressively. God this is so hot. What is wrong with me!?
His movement is quick and brutal. He doesn’t bother asking, but takes, as he spreads my legs with his knees, his hands hiking up my skirt. His mouth breaks from mine, his breath caressing my earlobe as he speaks. “We have exactly three minutes before that bell rings. Now you can waste it, or you can enjoy what I’m most definitely going to.”
I don’t say a word, because his hand on my thigh is burning a hole through my skin. My silence is his green light, and he raises his hand, pushing my panties aside. The smirk on his face has a lot to do with the realization that I’m already soaking wet. He uses my juices to spread me open then pushing a thick finger inside. His mouth back on mine abusing my lips with his touch while his finger fucks me, in and out, the pleasure, heavenly. “Two minutes,” he says between nips and licks, his finger pulling out and two entering me. God, this is messed up, but so hot. I’m so turned on; my hands are pulling at his hair. “One minute,” he moans into my mouth and I find myself riding his hand thrust for thrust. It’s like I can hear the seconds ticking by, knowing that if I don’t come before that minute ends I will die. “Thirty seconds,” he murmurs across my lips and his pressure increases, his pumps wild, my back riding up and down the wall.
He starts counting down from ten, the numbers getting louder and louder in my brain as he slams a third finger inside me and hooks, putting pressure on just the right spot. I explode. I squeeze his fingers so tight and come all over his hand, just as he grunts out the number one. We both hear the bell sound and he pulls out, adjusting my skirt. Taking his fingers into his mouth, he sucks off my juices, never taking his eyes off me.
Before I can say anything, the doorknob begins to jiggle. Light appears from the outside and the door opens as a sea of children scatter in.
“Thank you Ms. Gretchen, I will most definitely try out three finger servings of baking soda in today’s explosion experiment.” Smiling heftily at me, “But, you should really be getting to class now. The precious youth is waiting for you.” With that he holds his door open, and in a daze, I walk past him.
What the fuck…”
― Passing Peter Parker
