Teacher's Temptations

By Priscilla Laster

You guessed it! This is another "teacher/(consensual aged) student" episode of neurotic misbehaving. It's a classic situation that's as widely pondered as the "school girl" uniform. Whether you enjoy identifying as the teacher or the sexy student, these types of scenarios never cease to create a fun read for appealing to our rebellious natures.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Priscilla Laster
• Release date: Feb 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311552068

Priscilla Laster

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Book preview

Prologue

As my eyes opened, I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above me. Remembering where I was. I turned my head to look at the other side of the bed. All I notice is a mass of light brunette hair, as the girl in my bed (our bed!) was still asleep, on her side facing (yet) away from me. Somehow, despite the mess the hair was in, it was still beautiful to me. She had managed to pull the single sheet completely onto her side and was now cuddling it. This leaves her naked back and the top of her butt exposed to me. I lightly ran my fingers down her spine, eliciting no reaction from within her deep sleep. I turned around and slowly sat up, swinging my legs off the side of the bed. I took a brief look around the room--it was empty save for more than a few stacks of cardboard boxes. Closing my eyes, I arched my back, stretching it while taking in a deep breath. After slowly exhaling, I got up and walked in the nude over to the curtain, parting it enough to see outside while not letting too much light into the dim room. While staring out at the sun rising over the new surroundings, I wondered to myself, 'How did I get here?' 

Chapter 1

I think it began with Chris's twenty-fourth birthday, some three-and-a-half years ago. Chris was a friend of mine from college. A group of us, all male, had stayed rather close after graduating; all living in or around the college we had gone to. For Chris's birthday, we decided to all head out to a bar we used to frequent regularly from our college days. Including Chris and myself, there was five of us, with me being the designated driver, only because I had become famous in my college days for being able to drive perfectly well in a near-drunk state. I don't know how I developed said skill, but I was often taken advantage of for it. The bar was divided into four main areas. Walking in, the bar itself was right in front of you. On the right side of the bar was a gaming area with four dart boards, two billiards tables, and a variety of electronic games. On the left side of the bar there was a bunch of tables. Finally, there was a doorway near the tabled section that led to a back room that featured a decent-sized dance floor featuring dim lighting and its own DJ. The five of us went straight to the bar, or at least tried to. Coming in around 11:30 on a Friday night, the bar was already packed, so we had to slowly work our way up to the bar to get our drinks. While waiting, Chris pointed to the corner booth in the tabled section, which used to be the place we'd always take over every Friday night when we were in college.

Remember when we were like that?

There were eight people squished around the table--four guys, four girls. From where we were standing, I could see the four guys and the first two of the girls next to them, the last two girls I could only see the back of their heads, one a blonde with short hair, the other a light brunette with hair down to her ass. There was no way anyone in the group was 21, being 20 at most, and probably all 18 or 19. But then again, we regularly came to this bar before we were 21 with no problems at all. I guess they hadn't improved their IDing. We all laughed while reminiscing about the times we had at the bar, chasing girls, getting smashed, stumbling back to campus, vomiting in the streets some nights. Traditional college fair. And then we reached the bar. We got a round of double shots of Canadian Club whiskey, an old favorite of our college days, and then all got a beer and headed for the dart boards. I don't really remember the details of the next hour or so. As we played darts, word got out that it was Chris's birthday, and everyone in the gaming area (especially a few old regulars who remembered us) started buying him shot after shot. About half the time our whole group was included in the round, leading to a very cheap night for all of us. But before one in the morning had come, Chris was already in the bathroom puking it all back up. We figured that meant that it was just about time to go. However, I didn't want Chris puking in my car, and I had drank more than I meant to so I wasn't quite ready to drive. So I headed to the bar to get some water for both him and me. The bartender looked at me strange when I asked for two glasses of water to go, but I had tipped him so well that night that he didn't question it. As he walked off, I heard a girl right next to me order a Long Island ice tea off the other bartender. The voice sounded eerily familiar, but the kind of familiar that I didn't want to check on as I didn't want to get recognized. As it turned out that didn't matter.

Mr. O? I felt doomed the second I heard that. Looking back, I wonder why she didn't feel more awkward than me. But sure enough, I turned, and there was Kim, a girl from the last period earth science class I taught. Mr. O is what the kids call me at school, Brad Orlon is my full name.

Hi-- was all I got out before she interrupted me.

It's me! Stephanie! The Stephanie was dragged out forcibly. I looked at her strangely for a moment, and Kim just looked down and pulled an ID halfway out of her pocket. I understood immediately, motioning for her to put it back.

Right, Stephanie…. Well, ummm, what are you doing here? She proceeded to tell me some story about how her brother owed her and she, in some way, managed to talk her brother into bringing her and a couple of friends out to this bar with them. Apparently they were the crowd in the corner stall that we had noticed before. I should break in and explain a few points here. I teach at an urban high school about twenty minutes from the city, an easy thirty or more from the bar we were now at. So it seemed odd to me that I would see a student here. Also, I teach 12th grade earth science there. 12th grade. As this was still in the first half of the school year, that means most my students (including Kim) are around seventeen eighteen. Seventeen! Forget what the hell she's doing here. The question is how in the hell did she get in? In defense of Kim, she looks slightly older than she is. She could easily pass for 18, but no way 21. Then again, I guess you only have to look 18 to get into this place. She's easily the tallest girl in her class at what I'd guess was 5'8". She had long light brunette hair, a very well-defined face, and an ample bosom. She looked like she was on the opposite end of puberty than the rest of the kids in her class. She was also quite skinny--I'd guess around 110-118, no more than 120 tops. I had heard from other teachers that her brother also was very mature (physically at least) for his age, but I never knew him, as he was before my time, this being only my second year at the school. Honestly, looking back now, Kim was very attractive physically. While I had never thought about hooking up with any students (I mean, I didn't have problems getting girls my own age, why should I look for younger girls?), I still could see which girls were good looking and which ones weren't. Thing is, while Kim in many ways was probably one of the hottest girls in her grade, I had never put her on that list. I guess the way she acted influenced my judgment. She had the ditziest way of talking I had ever heard, always high pitched and drawn out. It made her sound like a complete idiot, which was a complete turn-off to