Chapter 8

Meredith

Of course, I was the one with the classroom…

I told him where I’d be and agreed to text him when there was no one around.

That day I had deliberately dressed as a stereotypical school teacher in a white blouse and tight skirt, but before I text Garrett, I added some clear lens spectacles and put my hair up in a bun.

Mer: It is time for your lesson.

A text came straight back.

Garrett: Yeah, we will see who teaches who!

I knew it wouldn’t take long for him to arrive, now I knew that he lived on campus. While I waited I sat back in my seat, my mouth going dry. After a few minutes the door opened quietly, and he stepped inside. All the blinds on the windows were closed. I had switched on a small desk lamp which gave a low glow and a look of warmth to the room.

“I’ve come for my detention.” said Garrett.

“You’ve been a very bad boy.” I told him walking around the front of my desk. "You do not put your hands down your pants in my classroom, do you understand that?”

“Yes, Professor.” He replied.

“Now I want to know what was causing you to be so distracted in my class.”

“You, Prof.”

“Say that again. I’m not sure I understood. Explain yourself.”

“You, Prof. I watched you at the front of the classroom and when you wrote on the top of the blackboard, I could see the tops of your stockings.”

I lifted my skirt to reveal the lacy tops of my stockings. “These?”

Garrett put his hands across his pants to cover his dick. “Yes, Prof.”

“Why are you covering yourself, Garrett?”

“I have an erection, Prof.”

“Show me.”

Garrett unbuckled his belt and unfastened the zipper of his pants. As he lowered them his dick sprung against the material of his boxers. He was so hard. I walked over to him and dropped to my knees.

“Would you like to feel my mouth around your cock, Garrett?”

“Yes, Prof.”

It would be the first time I had given oral to Garrett and I couldn’t wait. My panties were soaked with my cum. I lowered his boxers down his legs and he lifted each foot in turn so I could remove them.

“Garrett, have you been hiding this big dick from me all year?”

“Yes, Prof.”

I took him in my hand and lifted him to my mouth. His cock was a deep purple and so hard. I opened my mouth and took him deep inside, closing my lips around him and sucking. He grabbed the back of my neck.

“Fuck, Meredith.”

I slid him in and out of my mouth, licking around his glans, one hand cupping his balls. I ran my fingertips lightly across them. As he got closer to climax and starting thrusting more firmly into my mouth, I moved a hand behind his ass, cupping a firm cheek. I could feel his ass cheek undulate under my fingers with each thrust. My face was aching from all the sucking but I wasn’t letting him go until he’d given me his all.

“Mer. Christ, Mer, I’m gonna-”

I stuck my finger in his ass and he spurted his salty cum straight down my throat. I swallowed it down and looked up at him. His eyes were closed while he savored what had just happened.

“Shit, Mer. That was incredible.”

“For using my first name and not calling me Prof., you will have to be punished.” I told him, winking.

“What’s my punishment? I’m already in detention.” He asked.

“Because of your attitude you will fuck me in the ass, Garrett.”

“I will be bad much more often.” Mumbled Garrett, and I tried hard not to laugh, but eventually a small snort escaped my mouth.

Garrett led me back towards my desk, pulled up my skirt and turned me over.

“First, I need to make you wetter.” He said.

I wasn’t sure that was possible but then I realized he meant to lube around my puckered hole. He tore off my panties like they were made of thin paper and then used a hand to tease some of the wetness from my pussy up to my ass and he slid inside me coating himself in my juices. I pushed back against him.

“I don’t remember saying you could put that there.”

He bit the back of my shoulder in response.

His fingers coated in my cum played around my butt hole and then he inserted a finger inside me. I groaned.

“Oh, you like that do you? What about two?” he asked. He did what he promised and two and then three fingers were in my butt thrusting and twisting inside.

His fingers withdrawn, Garrett withdrew his cock from my pussy and positioned himself next to my ass and pushed in. At first there was resistance but as he teased me there and as his fingers dipped into my pussy, I relaxed and he edged in further, inch by glorious inch.

I moved back against him and took in the rest of his cock in my ass.

He fucked me oh so slowly while his fingers trailed up inside my blouse until they found my breasts. He pulled down the front of my bra and flicked fingertips across my hardened nub. Then he moved me slightly so that my pussy was against the rounded corner of the desk. As he thrust in my ass, he pushed my clit into the edge of the table. It gave me a tease of friction in my clit but I wanted more. He repeated his motions over and over again.

“You’re fucking my cock and the desk you dirty professor.”

“I need to come so bad,” I almost shrieked.

He thrust harder in my ass so that again my clit met the edge of the desk and as he quickened his motions, my pussy rode the desk edge. Tomorrow I would be in this class teaching, sat at the very desk I was pounding with my pussy while my lover pounded my ass. I felt the telltale quivers starting in my core and then I came. Garrett stuck his fingers in my pussy as I did so that my walls clamped around him as I shuddered my release.

“Oh my God.”

Garrett leaned his head on my back. “That was fucking amazing, Prof.”

I laughed. “That’s one fantasy met. Now I have another.”

“You’re so greedy.” He kissed the back of my neck. “What’s your next one?”

“That I ride my lover’s dick all night long. Come to mine Friday so I can make it come true. We can stay in bed and sleep Saturday.”

But what happened was we saw each other every night. We never saw the inside of a gym, we spent all our time burning calories on each other. We were insatiable. I couldn’t get enough of him. I’d get home from class and he’d be there. My marking wasn’t getting done, lessons weren’t being planned. In the classroom, I could barely keep my eyes open. After a couple of weeks, I was asked to meet with the Principal one afternoon.

I walked into his office and took the seat he indicated.

“Meredith. I just wanted to check in with you. There have been a few complaints from students about the level of teaching they are receiving. Also, they are concerned about you. You’re coming to class bleary-eyed, tired. Work isn’t being assessed. Is there anything I should know about?”

All I could do was lie. “I’ve been trying to hide the fact I’ve had a virus. It’s nothing major, but it’s wiped me out a little. I apologize for the fact you’ve had to deal with complaints about me.”

“It has been more concern that complaints. Your students care about you and know what a high standard you usually expect from them alongside your own commitment. Look, I appreciate you trying to carry on while ill, but I think it would be better if you took a few days off. Come back after the weekend when hopefully you’ll be back to your usual self.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Professor Lynch. I think I will do that.”

“I have the rest of the weeks classes covered. Go home and get some rest.”

“Thank you again. It is appreciated.”

He smiled. “Look after yourself, Meredith.”

I went home, but I didn’t get any rest. Instead Garrett called in sick to school.

On Sunday, I went against what my heart and body craved and I sent Garrett home. It took until 1pm that afternoon to get him out of my apartment but eventually he left, knowing that he also needed to get his act together. His own grades would fall if we carried on this way and his future job with his father depended on it. His family were paying a lot of money to put him through this course. I couldn’t have his failure on my conscience. I couldn’t have my own students failing or falling behind because of me either. My behavior was inexcusable. I was like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush. I spent a few hours in bed catching up on some much-needed sleep, then I showered and set to work on catching up on some marking and preparing for the rest of the school week. From now on, even though it would be difficult, we needed some space away from each other. I vowed that I would only see him every other night. He was becoming an addiction, my drug of choice and if I wasn’t careful, he would destroy me or I him.