1. Homework and Hook-Ups


    Date: 1/18/2017, Categories: Reluctance, Author: CherryRedGirl, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    changed into a tank-top and yoga pants, poured myself a glass of wine, and logged onto my Lush Stories account. I had a new friend request (his name shall remain anonymous). I browsed his profile, and clicked accept. A few moments later, he sent me a message. "Hey, Lane." Lane? I didn't put my last name on this site... Maybe it's just a weird coincidence. "Would love to get to know you, sexy ;)" A shiver ran up my spine and I smiled to myself. "What do you want to know about me?" "Well, I know more about you than you think." "Like what?" "I know you teach at Bay View High School." My heart stopped as I watched the three blinking dots that told me he was typing. "And I know you fucked one of your students." My mouth dropped. How did this guy know I was a teacher? And I hadn't fucked any of my students... "What are you talking about?" I chewed on my bottom lip as I typed. He didn't write anything back, just sent a picture. It was a POV shot of two people fucking. The guy's penis was halfway in the girl, who was on all fours. She had two little freckles on her right hip. That girl, was me. "Where did you get that?" "Don't you remember? We fucked at Moran's last summer. How could you forget me?" "Who the fuck are you?" "I'm Nick. I believe we saw each other today." "I'm blocking you, perv." "I wouldn't do that if I were you." "Oh yeah? Why not?" "Well, I'm sure you wouldn't want a reputation as the slutty teacher. Pretty sure you could lose your job for sleeping with a student ...
    too. And, you wouldn't want your students reading these stories you wrote, would you?" "I could get you expelled for this, Nick." I knew I was bluffing, but he was scaring me. "Could you? I'm a star athlete, third in my class, and I have connections at this school. No one is going to expel me. For all they know, I'm an angel." "What about your underage drinking at Moran's? And possession of a fake ID? I can play dirty too." "My father owns Moran's, he's even the one who got me the fake ID. Face it, Lane, you can't hurt me, but I can definitely hurt you." I stopped typing and stared at the screen. I was cornered. This was just what he wanted. Fucking freak. "So what are you saying?" "If you don't want word of your sluttiness to get around, I suggest you do what I say." I clenched my teeth; I was not used to being bossed around. "You're gonna be a good little slut and dress nice for me tomorrow. I want you wearing something sexy for me. High heels, red lipstick. Dress up like the whore you are. And no panties." I rolled my eyes. "Okay." "And I wanna fuck that tight pussy of yours again." "Whatever." I was acting passive aggressive but that night at Moran's was slowly returning to my memory, and I hate to admit, it got me a little excited. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome buying me a drink and asking me to dance, his hands running up and down my body to the rhythm of the music. Our pelvises grinding together. Him kissing my neck. He led me to a backroom that reeked of booze and stale ...
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