HIS TEACHER (Chapter 4)

“I’d hit that if she wasn’t my teacher.” Laksh said, which earned him another slap by his girlfriend.

“Yeah whatever, I’m sure you’d screw anything with boobs that moves.” Sanskar replied and impatiently waited for everyone to file out the door.

As soon as he closed the door behind the two couples, Sanskar’s mind was on overdrive again. She had looked so beautiful and her hair had smelled delicious, not to mention how soft her skin had been. He turned off the lights, laid down in his bed, and slowly stroked himself to the best orgasm he had had in a while, imagining Ms. Bose’s hands wrapped around his dick instead of his own.

Sanskar had to wait two days until the next economics class. He was nervous, mostly because he wasn’t sure how Ms. Bose would act. He walked into the classroom and sat down in the second row. Once again he noticed how much more mature he looked compared to all the freshmen. Then Sanskar’s attention was drawn to the door as Ms. Bose entered. She didn’t look at anyone until she made it to her desk. Then she her gaze travel over the class and let it stop at Sanskar for a bit longer, before moving on. She seemed normal to him and as class went on, he scolded himself for expecting anything else. She was his teacher, for God’s sake. He tried to focus on what she was saying but his thoughts drifted off repeatedly.

Sanskar’s steel blue eyes followed the path of his Economics teacher as she trekked around the classroom as she gave out instructions to the assignment. He always did this, stared at her and why wouldn’t he? His teacher, Ms. Bose was s*xy as hell. Not to mention she was stunningly beautiful with creamy colored skin, thick long dark tresses she wore up in a bun and big bright brown eyes that sparkled with kindness, a wide mouth that was ruby red, had a figure that was shapely and high br*asts that were round and full, had a very flat stomach, and had nice long legs that went on for miles. He didn’t care about staring at her so openly, at least after what had happened that night. His dick was so hard, practically drumming in his pants.

He wanted to f**k her. He wanted to f**k her one good time, to thrust himself deep inside her, to know how it felt to be inside her heated walls, to push his way deep into her folds. He had been waiting to f**k her for the longest time. He was done waiting. He didn’t care about the risk. He just wanted to f**k. Sure, there were girls his age that he had done, but he wanted a woman.

But his respect for her was thousand times more in comparison to his desires. He was the resident good boy that had all the girls dropping their panties for, but he never paid any heed.

Her reputation was infamous, especially because of her divorce. She wasn’t going to make excuses for her behavior. She loved who she was. She embraced it. She was single, now, having no plans on committing to a relationship.

Relationships weren’t his thing. He hated to be loved and loved to be hated. According to him, love is a grave mental disease. People who fall into the pit, often get themselves hurt. And he was no fool to hurt himself.

He had been watching Ms. Bose ever since he was a junior. He was a senior now. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand why she wasn’t seeing anyone, a boyfriend perhaps? Did she have one of those? He knew, she was a divorcee, she wasn’t mysterious that way. She was divorced for seven years now and had a little kid, perhaps. He didn’t know why he cared. He just wanted to do her. To say he had done a teacher.

Sanskar wasn’t stupid. He saw why she watched him when she knew he wasn’t looking. He saw the hunger in her big brown eyes with the inky long eyelashes, the way she craved his attention. What did she see in him besides his good looks? He wouldn’t be her savior. He wasn’t some knight in shining armor, a guy who could just whisk her away from all her problems. He didn’t do attachments. He was sure she had felt the same sparks that very night that he had felt.

His bedazzling bedroom eyes glowed lustfully and a charming smile played on his lips as she walked closer to her desk as her slight husky voice carried around the whole room.

At the end of class, he got up to leave when he heard his name called.

“Sanskar, could you hang back for a second, I’d like to talk to you.”

Sanskar’s heart leapt in his chest as he turned around again and walked towards her. Ms. Bose was leaning against her desk and motioned for him to wait, as she waited for everyone else to leave.

“What’s up?” Sanskar asked as soon as the classroom was empty.

“I… wanted to talk to you about the shot, Sanskar.” Her tone was serious. “I think I got a little swept away with the alcohol and all; I realize that it was completely inappropriate and I wanted to apologize for it.”

“Ms. Bose, it’s really not your fault. Trish is the one who dared me to do it. I could have declined but I didn’t, so really, I am the one who should apologize.” He replied.

She shook her head, but smiled. God, she was beautiful.

“Either way, it was completely inappropriate and I think it might be best if we forgot it ever happened.” She said.

“You know what, Ms. Bose, I think that’s a great idea. I would hate there to be any awkwardness between us.” Sanskar replied, even though he knew he couldn’t, and didn’t want to forget it.

She smiled again. “Well that’s settled then. I’ll see you in class on Thursday.”

“I’ll be there.” Sanskar replied with a wink.

One or two lines are from another story of Aadyashsd
I have moulded them on my own yet some lines were so beautifully written that I couldn’t derive them.
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