Mr. Campbell wasn't our English teacher he was our homeroom. Gosh was he fine. He had Carmel skin, buff shoulders, baby blue eyes. Black curly short hair with blonde tips. He put him self in a suit, you could see his six pack and his buff arms.
"Hello class im mr.Campbell im your new substitute teacher until ms. Lang LaSalle heals from having her twins"
"Hello mr.Campbell" sang the class. Not me i had to introduce myself.
"Hi mr.Campbell im journii griffin and i just moved here what topic are we doing?"
"Well ms.griffin we are reading about Belgium 1838"
"K"
During the whole class period i would glance at mr.Campbell and he would be staring at me.
After class.
"Class dont forget to do your homework, um ms.griffin may i talk to you?"
"Sure mr.Campbell"
"Call me Malian not mr.Campbell, i see you looking at me in class do me a favour?"
"What favour?" By now i was shuddering right now.
He kissed my lips. He was so soft. Then my neck, breast, stomach then thighs.
"May i?"
"Um sure?"
I know you guys are like your are dumb? But he is fine. Im a virgin once he sees blood hell make me leave.
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Life as we used to know it.
Short StoryJournii is a ordinary good girl until a sexy teacher comes in her life things get out of hand that leaders to sexual incounters to many times til a surprise happened. "okay ms.carter push" hours later "a beautiful baby boy" "what would you like to n...
