Saint Smith
When I got to school, I parked in the parking lot behind the building. I hopped out of my car, walking around to the front entrance. The people that I passed by always seemed to stare at me.
Shit was annoying. I don't think I was that interesting to look at. I started to mug the people who stared at me, causing them to look away and go about their business.
I wasn't trying to be mean, I just didn't want to be the center of attention.
Today, I had study hall. That meant I didn't have a first period class. I mean, I could've stayed home until first period was over but by the time it was, I wouldn't want to get out of bed.
I didn't want to be the slip up that I was last year either, so I just woke up early and came for study hall.
I walked down the hallway of the school with the meanest mug I could put on.
I heard whispers and some of what people were saying about. I heard Harper's name a couple of times too.
People were nosy. They didn't know how to stay out of a niggas business.
I walked up two flights of stairs at school, finally finding the library on the third floor. When I walked in, I saw that it was huge.
I found a table all the way in the back where no one sat and put my headphones in, closing my eyes.
At least 20 minutes went by before I felt a tap on my shoulder. I was aggravated as fuck. I wanted to be left alone.
I opened my eyes and took out my headphones.
It was Harper. She held a bunch of papers and had a huge grin on her face.
"The fuck you want?" I spat.
"Just a bit of your time." She said, sitting down across from my table.
I rolled my eyes, letting her continue.
"Saint. I know who you are." She smiled.
"No shit. Your like my personal little stalker." I mumbled.
"Funny. But seriously babe. I know who you are." She said.
"What the fuck Harper? What game are you trying to play on me?" I asked.
"No game babe. Just a simple talk." She smirked.
"Don't call me babe." I spat.
She simply giggled, sliding over the papers she held in her hands. I looked at them.
It was a copy of my school records. Shit that I done since I was in the 2nd grade.
"Someone's been doing a little research." I mumbled.
"Mmhm." She squealed. "Now flip to the last page."
I flipped to the last page and there it was. The incident that got me kicked out of my last school.
"I ain't know you were that freaky Saint." Harper smiled.
"How the fuck did you get this?!" I asked, trying not to raise my voice.
"I did some research on you. You were a bad boy Saint." She smiled, licking her lips seductively.
"Yo Harper, can you please not do this to me? We don't even know each other." I whispered.
"Do what? Tell everyone you fucked your teacher?" She cackled, raising her voice.
"Yo chillll! Lower ya fucking voice." I whispered anxiously.
She cackled until she finally caught her breath.
"This is gold! Like what in the Riverdale!" She laughed.
I looked around making sure no one was listening. "I'll do anything Harper. Please don't let this get out." I whispered.
"Ok...you could either fuck me on a students desk like you did with your overaged teacher lover or-" she said before I cut her off.
"I'm not doing that" I huffed. What's the other option?"
She leaned in closer, seductively whispering in my ear.
"Cuff me and make our relationship public as fuck." She whispered.
Harper sat back in her seat.
I took a deep breath now deep in my thoughts.
It was either date her or have her expose my biggest secret to the entire school. She was a snake.
I just met the chick and she already wanted to fuck.
I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts.
"Alright." I mumbled.
Harper stood up, jumping up and down and clapping her hands.
"Yay!" She squealed.
I gave her a death stare. All she did was stick her tongue out at me.
I slowly reached for the copy of my records. She snatched them away.
"Haha" She laughed. "You thought you were slick. I'm keeping these as...receipts"
"What did I do to you?" I mumbled.
She shrugged her shoulders, sashaying down the aisle trying to make that stiff ass move.
It was only the second day of school and I was already getting blackmailed for the mistake I tried to run away from last year.
No matter how much I tried to stay away from the negativity, it always seemed to find its way back to me.
Yes, I fucked with a teacher. It was a mistake. She was 24 when I was 18 at the time. It took me a while to realize it but, she took advantage of me.
She told me that we could be together and my dumbass believed it. One day after class, she came onto me...hard.
I walked out of Ms. Trinidad's classroom without saying a word to her. I started to feel uncomfortable around her. I didn't like sneakin' around and fucking with a teacher.
All the lying to my pops was drivin' me crazy. He was getting suspicious too.
"Saint." She said, stopping me dead in my tracks.
Shit. I thought to myself.
"Y-yes Ms. Trinidad?" I mumbled, turning around.
"I wanted to speak to you after class because I was a little concerned." She sighed.
"Concerned about what?" I asked.
"Take a seat." She said, walking to the back of the classroom to fix her bulletin board.
I sat at down at the closest desk to the door.
"No hun, over here." She giggled.
I slowly rose up from my seat, leaving my bag there.
I took a seat in the back of classroom like she ordered. "What is it Ms. Trinidad? I have to get home to my pops." I sighed.
She walked pass me, switching her hips. I couldn't help but stare at her ass. As soon as she noticed I was, I looked down.
"Your last test grade Saint." She spoke.
"Yeah...what about it? I mean...I didn't do too bad on it to have a little conference with you. I got a 68." I rambled.
"Hush baby." She giggled, closing the blinds in the door window and classroom windows. "We're here to celebrate."
"Celebrate What?" I asked, grabbing my collar. All of a sudden I started to sweat and get nervous as if this was the first time this was happening.
She came towards me unbuttoning her blouse. Her light pink laced bra now showed.
"We're here to celebrate your grade Saint. This is the first time you actually scored over a 45 in my class." She explained, sitting on top of the desk I sat at.
I stared at her while she rambled about irrelevant shit just to get into my pants. While she did, she hopped off the desk crouching down on the floor.
My legs were wide open too. It made it easier for her to unbuckle my pants.
"We can't keep doing this Alexis." I sighed, using her first name.
She stopped what she was doing, looking up at me.
She took a deep breath. "What did I tell you the last time Saint?" She asked, kicking her shoes off and sitting on my lap.
"That you had mad love for me and shit." I sighed.
"And as soon as you graduate this year what are we gonna do?" She asked.
"Move outta the state so we won't have to be lowkey anymore." I huffed. The idea of that sounded dumb as fuck but I wanted to believe it so bad. I really liked her even though I knew we were doing something wrong. Then she never even mentioned my basketball career in our little plan.
"Exactly so stop worrying Saint honey." She smiled, licking her lips.
Why me? Why was I the one she came on to? What if there were others? What if-
Then my thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of her sucking me off inch by inch.
My eyes lowkey went back in my head. I looked down at her. She looked me in my eyes sucking my shit down to my balls.
She didn't choke or gag. She just took every inch.
"A-Alexis-" I panted.
She stopped sucking and just looked at me.
"Get up." I ordered.
She got up with no questions asked. I leaned her over the desk I was sitting at and ripped her skirt off.
Surprisingly she didn't even have panties on so I just slid myself right into her.
She took every inch without making one sound. My shit was big too.
Then I started to go in and out of her. She made small sounds, trying to keep it down.
Then I went faster. She covered her mouth with one hand and held the table steady so it would stop moving.
"Harder!" She gasped.
I held on to her hips ramming them into me. Her fluids spilled everywhere. All down her shaking legs to the floor.
Just as she was about to climax, we both heard keys unlock the door.
"Aw fuck!" I whispered, pulling out.
The doors opened. There stood the dean and one of my classmates.
"You have to be more responsible Keith. Stop leaving your things in-" The dean spoke before looking at a half naked teacher and her student, struggling to buckle his pants back up.
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