I lean over his desk, a little smile on my face, and I can’t help but notice his eyes stray down toward my breasts. My smile gets bigger, because that’s exactly what I want him to look at.

“What can I do for you, Sofia?”

I cock my head at Mr. Drake, taking in his handsome smile, his muscular body, his clean-cut white oxford tucked into a pair of khakis, and his deep blue eyes like ocean pools. Every girl in school wants Mr. Drake, thinks he’s hot as hell. I mean, he’s probably only in his late twenties or something, and I’m eighteen now. There’s nothing wrong with me wanting him… legally, at least.

“Just wanted to see how you were doing,” I say to him, not even trying to be subtle. “It’s hard being a long-term sub, right?”

He eyes me for a second before standing and walking over to the door. He shuts it and turns back to me as my heart starts racing.

I don’t know when this started. I’ve had a crush on him since he started teaching my math class as a long-term substitute after Mrs. Gravey went into labor during the second week of school. I started staying after with Mr. Drake, talking about class, and soon our talks got more personal.

Soon, we were flirting.

“I’m doing okay,” he says to me, walking over and sitting on the edge of his desk. The halls are empty outside, since most people are either in their next class or heading down to lunch. I have a free period after math, so I don’t mind sticking around a little bit and chatting with him. I think he has his lunch now, but I’ve never asked.

“I bet it’s hard,” I say to him. “Kids not taking you seriously.”

“You think they don’t take me seriously?” He smirks at me and shrugs. “I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“You know what I mean. Subs are always treated bad.”

“I know,” he concedes. “But you’ve been pretty nice since I first came here.”

“Yeah, well… I guess I’m a nice person.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking at me up and down. I’m wearing a short skirt and a low-cut top, arms pressed together in front of me, making my breasts really pop. I want him to notice them, even though I’ve never done anything like this before. Heck, I’m a virgin, even though most of my classmates aren’t anymore. I just haven’t found the right guy yet.

Maybe the right guy is Mr. Drake. I bet he’s experienced… good with his hands…

“You’re sure you’re a good person?” he asks me, getting closer.

I don’t move away. “I think so.”

“I don’t know. You seem pretty bad, staying here after class every day, wearing those low-cut shirts.”

My eyes widen a bit. “Mr. Drake, I don’t know what you mean.”

He’s never been this forward with me before. Oh sure, we’ve flirted, I let him look down my top while we both pretend to be talking about class, but it’s never gone this far. He’s never been this up front about it.

And it excites me. I should probably be a little afraid, since I don’t have any experience, especially with a man like Mr. Drake. Not to mention he’s my teacher, and this is so very wrong.

But months of flirting, staying after class to talk to him… this is what I’ve been waiting for.

He moves closer to me, and my heart is hammering in my chest.

“I know what you’re doing,” he says, his voice low. “But do you?”

“I think so,” I say.

“I don’t know, Sofia. You stay after class, let me stare at your body, you laugh and twirl your hair but… is that all this is?”

I bite my lower lip and shake my head. “No, it’s not just that,” I say, barely a whisper.

A smile crosses his face. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

He grabs my hips, pulls me against him, and kisses me. I can’t believe that I’m kissing Mr. Drake. I’ve pictured this moment so many times… but this is even better than I thought. I let out a little moan as he grabs my hair, pressing me back against the blackboard, crushing my body there. I drop my books and wrap my arms around his neck, wanting him so badly I can barely breathe.

But as quickly and as intensely as it begins, he stops. He pulls back, his eyes wide.

“Shit,” he says. “Sofia…”

“What?” I ask him. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, god no,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “It’s just… you’re my student. And you’re barely eighteen. I could lose my job. Not to mention how inappropriate this is.”

“I don’t care about that,” I say, stepping toward him. “I mean, I don’t want you to lose your job. But that other stuff…”

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. You should go. I made a mistake.”

I stare at him, not sure what to say. I feel devastated but I’m still aroused, heart still pumping. He’s breathing fast too and I can see the outline of his hard cock, straining to get out of his restrictive khakis. I want to get down on my knees and taste him, hear him moan as I take him down my throat. I’m actually pretty good at it, or so I’ve been told. I’m not a slut or anything, but I’ve had boyfriends, and we’ve fooled around a little bit.

But he just shakes his head again. “I’m sorry, Sofia,” he says. “Please. Let’s pretend this never happened.”

“Okay,” I say after a beat. I take a deep breath, calming myself. “I can do that.”

He looks away. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t forget, end of chapter five, only the odd problems.”

“Right,” I say, bending over to collect my books. “See you tomorrow.”

I stand there for another second, but he doesn’t meet my gaze. I hurry away then, throwing the door shut behind me.

I don’t know what the hell happened. For a second there, I was in heaven, finally tasting the man that I really wanted. Hell, he’s the man of my dreams, gorgeous and smart and successful.

After that day, he never flirts with me again. He’s professional and studious, and when I try to stay after class, he’s always too busy to talk. I have to admit, I’m a little hurt, but part of me understands. I’m too young, and he’s my teacher. We can’t actually have a relationship. Kissing me like that was a moment of weakness for him.

My crush doesn’t fade away, though. If anything, watching him be strong and ignore me only makes me want him even more. I’m impressed that he can turn off his desires like that, or at least he can suppress them. Every night I go home and I touch myself thinking about what he was going to do to me in that classroom. I keep seeing his lips against mine, his strong body crushing me against the blackboard, and I want it so badly.

I come hard, over and over, thinking about Mr. Drake.