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Love has No Boundaries (Teacher/ Student Love Story)


Love has No boundaries( Teacher/ Student Love Story)



"Please stop humiliating yourself, you’re doing it wrong like usual”, Coach yelled while quickly yanking the racket out of my hand. Scowling at his back, I watched as he demonstrated a perfect serve; the birdie flying gracefully over the net. Muscles tense, he turned in my directions running a hand over his dark black hair, that spiked slightly in the front, while his luminous blue eyes shot me a look of dominance.

I’ll admit his body is one of pure sexual fantasy, but his personality of his cancels that shit out quick. “ Do you understand now?” I shoot him a sarcastic smile, and mumble while retrieving the racket “ Yes, your highness”. Rolling his eyes, he waved his hand in defeat and retreated towards his observing post.

Taking stance in the exact same position he demonstrated, I proceeded to attempt another serve, and watched disappointed as I managed to let the racket fly across the room, impacting with a loud thud. “ Well, shit”, I yelled, while wincing at how loud my words were, compared to the piercing silence that followed the loud thud of the mid-flight racket.

“Desiree, in my office now.”

Coach Blake turned quickly, while ushering me to follow with a wave of his hand. Sighing, I turned towards his direction and threw up a silent prayer that I wouldn’t to bad of a lecture, about the safety of rule following, and the protocol of curse word punishments. Arriving in his office, I glanced at the clenched fist on his desk. “ Listen Coach, I’m really s-”, cutting me off with a shake of the head to stop speaking, he sighed, before holding a steady gaze on me. It being extremely uncomfortable, I finally couldn’t take the anticipation.

“So what is it? Detention, community service for the gym, bad grade? Just get it over with”, I stated in angst. The fear of having to clean, and organize the gym, all the while spending more than a class period with him a day left it’s agonizing toll, as the negatives from that situation dawned on me . A man that not only yells at me, but seemingly takes time to make sure I know I’m being singled out. “ Watch your mouth, while you’re in my class okay?”

“Um..” Breaking off into the silence, as confusion struck me. “That’s it? No detention, no fifteen minute lecture on school policy? Well, okay then. You have yourself a very fine day”, I shot at him sarcastically, before rushing out of the room, eager to start the rest of my afternoon, not within school walls. The bell rang signaling that freedom; by that time I was already well on my way to the parking lot.



Going home is always the same thing. I arrive on my street, the big light green house greets me from a far, as well as the empty driveway, and dark windows, which relay to me my parents are either at work, or on yet another “Business trip”, which I seem to find rather suspicious considering they are constantly gone, and leave me something as simple, and unconcerned as a one sentence note.

And of course the first thing I see on the fridge, is a small note, written on a half ripped off piece of paper, with a coupon for free fries at Joes on the other side, how cute, and personal.



You’re father and I will be out of town for a month, due to the companies new contract being resettled, not going to get into it. But anyways, be good. Call if you need us. Left you money for food and what not.


I laughed at the sheer fact that I couldn’t have gotten a more formal mother than any person in this world.

Grabbing a glass of water, I shook my head in amazement before taking a gulp. Jumping from the sound of my phone, the water spilling onto the floor, as what’s left sloshes pathetically at the bottom of the cup, I answer in attempt to make the loud ringing go away.

And of course it’s Miranda, my main bitch, my btf, also known as my big tits friend.

Miranda: Hey slut, what’s up?

Me: Nothing much baby, just yanking off my monkey to a gardening magazine. Get’s me off.

My voice imitating that of an old perverted man.

Miranda laughs.

Miranda: So listen to this shit. Whose ever gym class wins the physically fit tournament gets a marvelous vacation to Disney World! My ass has a one way ticket there either way, so make sure your class wins Des.

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