Beginning
"Page one. Chapter one. The beginning."
The book was dry and boring, but that was expected from a history book. Brook sighed and leaned back in her seat, still unable to see the chalkboard or the teacher from her spot in the back. She looked around her, nothing but lame dudes and prissy girls. Why did her mother insist she go to a private school? Pulling out her notebook, she tried to listen to the lesson (something about the war of 200 men) but started doodling instead.
Her mind wandered, yet again to those thoughts her mother said she shouldn't think about. She scoffed lightly at the thought. "Sex leads to drug use and then to prostitution" a high pitched mocking whisper barely escaping from her mouth. Everyone shuffled, and she looked around to figure out why. Oh page turning ok let's flip to... fuck it. Brook huffed and flipped a few pages before going back to her drawings.
A slow five minutes passed, Brook's hands twisting the ends of her long brown hair in boredom as she scanned to room, imagining what it would be like to have sex with the different classmates that she could see.
Oh that might be fun, go ahead tie me up big boy, show me what those football muscles can do. Shove yourself into me and make me moan.
Now that would be even more fun, the shy timid boy. Go ahead and bite your lip, it won't stop you from moaning when my tongue helps me get my prize.
Never been one for girls but wow is she hot... I would let her do anything she wanted. Shit she could pull my hair, slap me, and call me her bitch! I bet those legs would look amazing in leather.
Brook sighed, her jeans were becoming warm as her panties dampened at her thoughts. She tilted her head in odd confusion. Something was making her feel even more aroused. She thought on it, and her breath hitched when she figured it out. She was being watched. Pressing her thighs together and biting back a groan Brook looked through a curtain of dark hair to find who was watching her. She could not tell from behind her hair, and it annoyed and aroused her even more.
Finally she locked eyes with them, it was the teacher! His large royal blue eyes scolding her, but those lush lips couldn't keep from smirking. It was like he knew exactly where her thoughts were. Brook couldn't look away, and felt her cheeks start to burn. Oh fuck no I can't be blushing! Fuck he is hot! Holy shit he's walking to me ah what do I do?
Brook couldn't stop staring at him and tried to avert her eyes elsewhere. Of course brain you would decide to look THERE. His slacks were almost skin tight and she could just make out certain portions of the body that students shouldn't know about their teachers.
"Yes Brooklyn? Did you have a question?" Brook almost came, his voice was so deep and sounded like purring. Shit shit shit just take a deep breath... OH GOD he smells amazing! What am I in heat?
"I... I... wasn't sure what questions we should be answering..." She could feel her blush becoming worse and wished for the floor to swallow her whole.
"You should be on page 32, reading the essay, and writing your own based on what you learned today Little Miss." There was that smirk again, as he reached to turn to the correct page. Brook couldn't keep herself from shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Her panties were on the verge of being soaked and she couldn't change into anything until gym class. His scent was intoxicating and she found herself breathing deeper to take it all in.
Finally the bell rang. He stood and told the class that the assignment would be homework and to bring it in to present to the class tomorrow. His hand landed on Brook's shoulder before she could stand and she let out a small whimper. Oh fuck please... I want to do terrible things for you... and I don't... I'm so confused... She wondered how much of her train of thought was splayed out on her face. He turned to her, that scolding smirk, and motioned for her to follow him. It was less of a request and more of a demand which made her stomach flip and her thighs press together again.
"So, Miss Brooklyn. From your lovely vantage point in the classroom, you can see everything but me and the board. I would like to fix that. From Now on you will sit in the desk next to mine." He sat elegantly, scribbling on his seating chart. He looked up with a smile and repeated the assignment to her. "Page 32, an essay for an essay. You will be presenting first tomorrow. Don't be late."
"Of course sir, see you tomorrow." Brooklyn turned and quickly exited the classroom, running towards her locker and fumbling with the combination. Well, this was an interesting beginning to the school year.