LISA
I wake up drenched in sweat, but not with fear, but with excitement. With a jolt I throw my thick blanket off the bed and enjoy the pleasant coolness on my bare skin. It was just a dream, Lis. For the fourth time I have had an erotic dream about my new literature and art teacher since she came to our school a month ago.
I tentatively feel my way down to my center just to feel the evidence of my complete arousal. Mmm... that feels fantastic! However, I immediately dismiss the thought and quickly withdraw my hand, disgusted with myself. I would never allow myself to masturbate while thinking about Ms. Kim. Not just because she's my teacher and it would be a crime anyway, but much more because I'm already taken.
I decide not to give Ms. Kim any more thoughts and grab my bathrobe from the chair next to my bed as I get up. A glance at the clock tells me that it's only half past five. Yawning, I put on my robe and go to my own bathroom to get ready.
After completing my morning routine, it's still not even six in the morning. I go back to my room and stand in front of my large mirror to undo my braided hair. My medium-length, dark hair is wavy and subtly tousled. I quickly put on one of my black oversize shirts with a print and my khaki high waist. Once again I look at myself from head to toe and have to smile. I love this subtly wild and casual look.
For once, I have time to make breakfast for my mother. Most of the time she's already on her way to her law office. Before I even step out of my room, she looks at me in surprise when she comes into the kitchen in her pants suit to see me making pancakes. I take a quick look at her perfect bun and her narrow face. Being Thai, she still looks in her mid to late twenties for her thirty-eight. I, on the other hand, inherited my father's round face.
"Second time you've made me breakfast this week. What have you done, honey?" My mother asked me skeptically before she ate four pancakes in a flash.
"I just couldn't sleep well and was up early, Mom." I just say without turning around as I feel a telltale blush shoot up my face.
"Shall I get you some sleeping pills from the pharmacy after work, Lis?" She asks worried, and I just wave my hand. Actually, she should know by now that I'm not a fan of unnecessary pills. The only one I take every day is the birth control.
(Me who hasn't any right to say anything since I need to take 4 pills and vitamins everyday. Mine are necessary sadly. 👁👄👁)
Ten minutes later my mother has already disappeared and there is a deathly silence. I hate silence so much sometimes, and it got worse after my sister Jisoo left college two years ago.
Finally I decide to just drive to school so I'm not all alone, even though my friends won't be at school for an hour at the earliest. I get in my yellow Mini-cooper and drive off, and while I still drive through Blue Hole Park and City Park, I'm still at school in less than fifteen minutes.
It's now quarter past seven when I enter Riverblossom Hills High School and there are only a few there. Some reading on the stairs, others hang out in their clubs, and still more hanging out at blue flags with an eagle on it saying "Go Eagles!", it's something to remind everyone of the upcoming start of the football season.
I stroll up the steps to the second floor, into the art room. I was disappointed to find out that the air conditioners were turned off. Instead, the windows are wide open and I can hear some students outside. Four people - the nerds - are already in the classroom and discussing about some competition at the school, which doesn't interest me at all.
I sit down in my seat on the window side, in the first row, and dig my Macbook out of my bag. I watch the door as I put a pair of headphones in my left ear. This place is very practical because I have a perfect view of the door from here and would immediately notice when a teacher comes in because the tables are set up in a U-shape. Unconsciously, my thoughts review the first encounter with Ms. Kim.
(Flashback)
It was the first day of school and we were almost done with it. Due to the sweltering heat and my tiredness, it was much more strenuous to get through the day. My simple burgundy jersey dress had been far too much fabric, that's maybe how I felt. Rosé nudged me from the side and swaggered about the new gym teacher she had in fifth and sixth period in volleyball, about how hot she was and whatnot. However, I only caught this in passing, as I was writing with my boyfriend Leo, who had moved to Seoul two weeks ago to study there. Nevertheless, we see each other relatively often, even though we live almost 5 hours apart.
Suddenly my phone was snatched from my hands. I was about to snap at this person but I couldn't breathe. That was quite possibly the most attractive person I had ever seen!
"So, Miss. Do you know my name?" She asked sternly and her voice ... it made me feel very hot.
I bit my lower lip nervously. I hadn't even noticed that the new teacher had stepped into the classroom, nor that the class was suddenly so quiet.
"I do not condone mobile devices in my classes, you should know." Her tone was so hard and stern that it was arousing. She smiled at me with a cool smile that sent shivers down my spine. "But since it's my first day, I'll make an exception."
(End Of Flashback)
I feel hot and cold at the same time when I think back to that first encounter. The way she stood in front of me in a white shirt... I shake my head and text Leo to say I'm looking forward to him coming over at the weekend and then put my phone down again.
Finally, I start to continue writing my story 'Forbidden Desire', because my readers on IntBooks are begging me to keep writing and I have more ideas to implement, especially because of today's dream.
'[...] With his big hand he grabs my throat and exerts a slight pressure. It doesn't hurt, it just serves to increase my pleasure and... damn it, it does! I scream all out of myself as he keeps penetrating me from behind.
"Whose are you, baby girl? Tell me!" Groans Christopher while slightly increasing the pressure around my neck.
I refuse to answer, receiving a firm smack on my butt. His movements are getting harder and harder. I can't take it anymore. "Ah, Mr. Darcen!"
"Tell me, sweetheart. Who do you belong to? This blonde mutt boy or the man in front of you who is the only one who can give you what you need?"
With the other hand he suddenly massages my most sensitive point and it all becomes too much. I would like to cry. It's bloody wrong, but so good...
I still don't answer. I'm way too fixated on reaching my climax, and he abruptly slides out of me. I start to whimper and want him to keep going. He's supposed to make me forget all the mistakes I've done.
"Answer or I'll drive you almost to your climax the whole time and then stop until you answer."
When I'm still not responding, he penetrates me and I start moaning again and I'm so close...so close! After a while, when he stops inside me for the third time, I feel like I'm dying. I need him so much and he knows it. Once again he repeats the question, and I can't help it and give in.
"I'm yours! Only yours, yours, yours! Please let me... please." And damn he does me the favor and turns my head to kiss me. He's the aphrodisiac personified and I can't get enough and yelp as he increases the pressure on my pearl. The room is enveloped by our moans and the sound of our bodies clapping together. I-'
I look up, startled, as the screen is pulled away and my headphones are ripped from my ears. Fuck. Ms. Kim stands in front of me in a blue shirt and gives me an irritated look. Only now do I notice that everyone else from my course is already there. I didn't even realize that one of my best buddies - Nayeon - sat down next to me. Apparently she didn't bother to let me know that our stern Ms. Kim walked into the room.
"Miss Manoban, I do not tolerate mobile devices in my classes." She hissed the words of our first meeting. "How many times do I explain that to you?" Her tone is sharp and her gaze merciless, but her emerald green eyes fascinate me and I cannot look away.
She turns back and goes to her bag to pull out a stack of papers. "Well, y'all should thank Lisa. I wasn't going to write this test with you until next week, but I've changed my mind."
Many students in my class boo me, but I don't care. I'm still slightly in shock. It's only when two sheets of paper which stapled together are in front of my nose that wakes me up from my trance and I look again at Ms. Kim, who goes to her desk and sits down. I look at the sheet and I am relieved that we are writing about surrealism as it is one of my favorite subjects. As I am about to do one of the last tasks and write down the difference between Surrealism and Dadaism, I hear Ms. Kim smile deeply and I look at her from my side seat... my breath hitches. I feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my head.
Ms. Kim sits at her desk with my Macbook in front of her and is reading my stories 99.999% of the time for sure. I can feel the blush running down my face and I'm tormented by a strong mixture of embarrassment and shame. My teacher shouldn't read something like that from me. Is it even permissible for her to read my stuff without my permission?
Her hand scratches her stubbly, square jawline and rests on her pants. From here it looks like she is adjusting her pants or putting her hand in her pocket. I don't know. It's only when I feel her eyes on me that I realize that I'm staring, my lips slightly parted. I see her eyes for a moment and I think I saw a sparkle. Embarrassed, I looked down at my test again and unfocusedly read through the last task, where I was supposed to analyze Salvadare Dali's oil painting. Ironically, the painting is "The Great Masturbator" and the idea that Ms. Kim took a really quick crotch is suddenly a lot more interesting than anything else. My gaze automatically wanders back to Ms. Kim. Alarm bells are ringing in my head and I keep calling out to Leo, but that thought fades further and further into the background as I admire Ms. Kim's forearms, which are not covered by her rolled-up shirt. It's only when she announces that we've only got five minutes left that I break out of my forbidden daydreaming, which I could kill myself for, and quickly jot down everything that comes to mind before the school bell rings for recess. Head reddened, I bite my lip and want to hand in my test and rush out of class as soon as possible. Of course, the universe has other plans for me.
"Lisa, please wait a moment." Ms. Kim asks me and I remain in my position and slowly turn around while all the other students scoot past me and some even giving me pitying looks.
Damn, I'm done.
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A/N: Some names and places will be chosen by my imagination. Like Lisa's boyfriend's name or the high school. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. 🤍