A few weeks had passed since the field trip, and Abi and I hadn't been alone together since. Something had always seemed to get in the way. On Friday, our illustrious head teacher, Mr. Knowles, had scheduled a staff meeting for the Friday afternoon after the final lesson, which did nothing to help his declining popularity amongst the staff. The following Friday, I was ill, and a substitute teacher took the class. Abi mess...

I am tingling with anticipation about the field trip to Stratford-upon-Avon with my students, not because of the Shakespeare play but because of the possibility of being alone with Abi in my hotel room afterwards. Our steamy encounter in the back of my car the previous week had only furthered my desire for her, and she occupies my mind most of the time now. I carefully select my clothes for the trip – my best jeans, t-shi...

I don't have the chance to speak to Abi during class on Friday. The lesson is set aside for a mock exam, but we exchange knowing smiles as she comes into the room, looking sensational, as ever. Her hair is down around her shoulders today, her breasts as pert as ever in her tight white blouse, separated by her tie. The purple plaid miniskirt seems shorter than usual, and her legs are on full show as she had elected not to...

The half-term break seems to have been the longest week of my life. I keep revisiting my half-hour of passion with Abi over and over. She is still sending me messages and pictures from a sun-drenched holiday in Italy with her family and teasing, hot, sensational, revealing, sexy pictures. Her frolicking on a beautiful sandy beach in various bikinis. Out and about in some picturesque old town in the evenings, wearing gorge...

Hannah felt as if she might have stepped into another world. The sight of colorful tents and temporary stalls was everywhere. It gave off an air of both planning and chaos as alleyways seemed to spring off at random points, with more tents and stalls set up down each way. She could hear the excited chattering of everyone in attendance, as well as the sound of some nearby horses, the clacking of the wooden wheels of a near...

The first apple of the season was a surprise. It hung there, a solitary red jewel amidst the sea of green leaves. I plucked it gently, feeling the cool weight in my palm. It was a simple act that had been repeated by countless others before me, yet the crunch of the fruit echoed through the quiet orchard as if it were a declaration. Mr. Jenkins, the owner of the orchard, had given me a brief tour when I arrived. His eyes...

A girl knows when she's been watched. There's that tingling sensation of eyes falling upon oneself. Sometimes, they avert their eyes, looking away. Sometimes, they hold your stare, forcing you to look away, embarrassed. Sometimes, the smile behind the stare is soft and compelling. Sometimes, it's sharp and creepy. It makes a girl wonder and makes her feel nervous and afraid. Sometimes, the stare is so hard you can feel it...

He scowled at Lily’s essay, marking a bold D in red. She leaned in to his ear, her lips as crimson as the ink. "That's not the D you wanted to give me is it sir?" She dropped to her knees, unzipping his trousers. Her tongue teased him eagerly, the red lipstick marking him in return. Starting slow and building up speed. “Lily! Oh, fuck!” His body shuddered, muscles locking, hips jerking as he emptied himself into her eager...

Lydia Mr Parks' breath was heavy against my skin, his restraint barely holding as I palmed him through his jeans. He was so hard beneath my touch, the heat of him seeping through the thick fabric. My stomach clenched with anticipation. "You want to make me feel good?" His voice was low, rough, his lips brushing against my jaw as his hands ran over my bare skin. "Then let me show you how." I nodded quickly, my pulse racing...

LydiaI had been thrilled, brimming with nervous energy, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. Ben and I had talked about this moment for weeks, our excitement mounting with every stolen kiss and whispered promise. The build-up had been intoxicating, full of late-night texts, flushed cheeks, and lingering touches. Both of us were eager, almost desperate. We had planned it carefully, ensuring we would have the house t...

Aurelia Lombardi had always been captivating. In high school, everyone had been drawn to her, boys and girls alike. It wasn't just her beauty that caught the eye. But rather the way she seemed to light up a room without trying. Tonight was no different. Even in the bar's dim atmosphere, she was glowing, her presence magnetic, pulling gazes toward her. "It's so good to see you, Tom! I can't believe it's been three years!"...