Chapter One... Where It All Began
It all started on a Monday morning.
I dully dragged myself out of my comfortable bed and took a quick shower. Great, I was running late! I dressed in my boring uniform that I had adjusted so that my skirt was now a mini, my shirt showed off my belly bar and my blazer hung over the top in a fashionable way. My tie hung loosely around my neck, and my headband made me stand out from every other girl in my year...
Well, at least I hoped it did.
I ran out and climbed in my car, taking off in a hurry for school. I was sixteen, I was happy, and in my own opinion, I was beautiful.
As I pulled up at school, the bell had already rang. It was my first day of the tenth grade, and I was behind on so many levels. I quickly hauled my ass up the front steps and opened the door, running along the corridor. There weren't any students hovering in the hall, so I assumed that I was a fair bit late.
Nothing like being fashionably late I guess.
I found the classroom I was looking for: History. I flung the door open and stumbled inside.
"Shit!" I shouted. "Sorry I'm late," I mumbled quietly.
"And you must be Miss Danielson," the teacher spoke. "Well, nice of you to show up. There's a seat for you right at the front."
"I... umm... er... okay," I stammered.
I couldn't help but notice the teacher. He was wildly attractive for a thirty-something school teacher. Shame, too. A good-looking guy like this as a teacher? Poor guy.
"Take your seat please, Miss Danielson," he spoke in what was a beautiful voice. I had gone off into my own little world...
"Oh, shit," I gasped. "Right."
I took my seat, and he spoke again.
"Now, let's get back to where we were before Miss Danielson here interrupted," he said, giving me a weak but definite smile.
"You can call me Lana," I interrupted again. "Miss Danielson makes me feel like I'm like, thirty or something."
The entire class chuckled, including the teacher.
"Well, Lana," he grinned. "I'd let you call me Benjamin or Ben, but I think I'd get into trouble. You can call me Mr Nelson."
"Okay," I gasped, slightly embarassed.
"Well, we are discussing the Ancient Egyptians," Mr Nelson smiled, and the class carried on.
As the History lesson finished, and the bell rang, I heard my name called out.
" Lana Danielson, I need to see you," Mr Nelson shouted over the whole class.
I dully hung around after everyone else left, and Mr Nelson walked up to me. I was sitting with my legs crossed in a sexy fashion, which was beyond inappropriate. Especially in front of a teacher. But I tended to show no shame. It was good, yes. But it was also bad.
I was essentially fearless.
"You were late to class," Mr Nelson began. "I'm required to give you detention, Lana. I'm sorry."
"Oh," I sighed. "Who will I do detention with?"
"Me," he smiled. "And any other students that I happen to have turn up late to class today."
"Fair enough," I moaned. "I'll be here at 3."
"See you then," he said cheerfully as the senior Ancient History class walked in around me.
I glumly slumped off to Trigonometry, dragging my feet along the ground. I had a major hate for this school, but the attractive History teacher made me want to sit in that classroom each and every day... all day. I had no idea why I liked him, but I did.
Oh, my God! Eww! I was crushing on a teacher. What was wrong with me? I was a sixteen year old girl! And he was definitely in his thirtys.
But still...
Surprisingly, I couldn't wait for detention. And seriously, who wants to go to detention?
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The day went annoyingly slow. But finally, the end of school came, and I was walking excitedly but irritatingly to my History classroom. The green trees, the ferns, the potted palms... plants encircled me, and I felt like I was in a forest.
Okay, my mind seriously went off-track of well, anything really just then. Pretty lame, I thought. But I had made it to the History classroom. I raised my hand to knock on the door, but it swung open. Mr Nelson stood in the doorway, smiling.
"Thankyou for coming, Lana," he smiled. I gave him a weak, timid smile as I entered the classroom. I walked over and took a seat.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, pulling my books out.
"The homework I set for tonight, please," he said, looking out the window. He shut the blind on the door window and walked over to his seat.
"What are you looking for?" I asked nosily.
"The headmaster makes visits to all the classrooms that have students on detention," he sighed. "I only have you today, and there aren't any other detentions."
"I'm like, the only kid on detention?" I asked loudly.
"Yeah, well most kids don't get themselves on detention the first day of the semester," he chuckled.
"I do like to stand out," I grinned.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Mr Nelson leapt out of his seat and walked over to the door. The headmaster, Mr Carrow, stood sternly in the doorway.
"Hello, Benjamin," he smirked, walking in the door. "Miss Danielson, nice to see nothing's changed from last year," he added, giving me a small nod.
"Hello, Headmaster," I greeted him weakly.
"What are you here for this time, Lana?" Mr Carrow asked. "Truancy? Graffiti? Smoking in the girls' toilets?"
"No, I was late to class," I snapped.
"Oh," he sighed. "Well, Ben, if you have this one in detention frequently, don't be surprised. She's been a frequent flyer in the punishment department."
"Well, make school more interesting," I groaned.
Mr Carrow chuckled then left the room, claiming he had to take his son to piano lessons. Which meant that in the entire school, we were the only ones here. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but I'd been here until seven one night with my bitch of a PE teacher...
That was hell!
I quietly did my homework, but quickly got bored. Mr Nelson hovered over my shoulder, watching me work. Was this normal? No, I don't think so.
"You know, Lana," he began after a while. "You're truly one of the most attractive young girls that walks through this school."
"Do you tell all your female students that?" I asked candidly.
"No," he whispered.
"Okay, are you coming on to me?" I asked, looking at him.
"Would that be so wrong?" he asked.
"Umm... well, you're a teacher," I began. "And I'm your student. I mean, we could get into trouble for just discussing hitting on each other."
"I've been with sixteen year olds before," he teased, gently caressing my face. "It's just, well, me. I like younger women."
"You mean you like teenagers," I scoffed, getting up. He gently slid me onto the desk next to me.
"I dated a nine year old when I was fourteen," he said proudly. "She was cute. But I wasn't sexually active then, and she was religious so I couldn't kiss her or tell anyone."
"You like secret relationships then?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied. "I don't like people knowing my business. I like my privacy very much."
"So do I, but this is... wrong," I sighed.
"I know you've been thinking about me all day," he joked.
"So?" I answered before I realised what I'd said. "Oh, crap," I gasped.
He leant in toward my face, and gently kissed my cheek. I'd never actually met a teacher that would hit on a student, much less kiss one on the cheek. I instinctly, however, moved so that my mouth met his, and our lips moved in sync. I'd kissed boys before, but nothing like this. But Ben was no boy. He was a man. An experienced man.
As we kissed, he gently ran his fingers along my arms. It tickled, but it was nice. I opened my legs so that he could move closer to me, and I realised I was living out a dream. I'd always wanted the sexual fantasy where the naughty schoolgirl gets punished by the headmaster. And I was kind of living it... but with the teacher doing the punishing.
I slipped my blazer off and tossed it to the other side of the desk I was sitting on.
"You know that your uniform is only more of a turn-on," he giggled, kissing the top of my nose.
"Good," I smiled, meeting his lips with mine again.
"You'd look even better without it," he said seductively. "Can I take it off?"
"I feel like I'm in a porno," I said, unbuttoning my shirt.
"Haven't you ever had sex before?" Ben asked.
"No, everything but," I sighed. "Boys my age want pencil-thin girls that have already had sex. I'm untouched, so to speak."
"If I didn't like you so much, I'd probably suggest that you find someone else to take your virginity," he sighed. "But I will. If you want. It's up to you."
"I would have left now if I felt uncomfortable with you seducing me," I smiled. "Just... be gentle with me. I'm not really quite sure what to expect."
"Okay," he promised.
Ben walked me to the back of the classroom, and gently laid me down on the floor. He stripped down to his underwear, and began kissing along my collarbone, down to my chest... along my stomach. It felt weird, but good. He took off my shoes and skirt, leaving me in just my underwear. I felt a little awkward being so... naked in a classroom, but Ben got up and turned the lights off. Plunged into darkness, I felt Ben lay down next to me. It had gotten late, but I didn't care at all. I kissed Ben passionately, which was odd because I didn't know him enough to love him... I'd only met him today.
I could be labelled a slut... not that I cared what other girls thought of me.
Ben took a hold of my undies and gently pulled them off, kissing down my legs and to my feet as he went before moving back up to unhook my bra. He'd already taken his undies off, which I realised when my hand ran across his penis. He giggled, then grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his penis. I grabbed it and played with it whilst he kissed my lips. Then, after a bit, he rolled me onto my back and positioned himself on top of me.
As we kissed, I felt his hands running along my sides. Then he pulled my legs open and I felt the hard something slide into me. It didn't feel very good.
" Umm... ow," I gasped.
"It will hurt a bit," he soothed. "I'll take it slow, I promise."
"What about a condom?" I asked.
"Are you on the pill?"
"Yeah."
"Then we don't need one. I don't have anything, and I don't like condoms."
"Okay."
We started again. This time he began thrusting hard. Well, not really hard. But enough to hurt. I fought the urge to cry and tell Ben to stop as he moved himself so that he slid in and out... in and out. It was so awkward. I didn't like it. Not one bit. And I was on the floor of a classroom with my bare ass on the dirty carpet. And we didn't have a condom. I was on the pill, yeah, but that didn't mean we shouldn't wear one, right? I was thinking of all the negatives, praying that this would be over soon.
"You're not enjoying it?" he asked, and I knew he'd be frowning.
"It feels weird," I said honestly as he continued to slide in and out of me.
"You have to relax," he said, kissing my neck. "You're all tense. If you think about the negatives, you'll never enjoy it. And it's really good. I can tell you're a virgin, you're tight."
"Thanks," I said at his last comment.
I tried to relax as Ben started to get faster. A lot faster. And one thing... it started to feel better. I began to move my body along with his, and he could get in deeper.
And that's when it started to feel great.
Two rolling, sweaty bodies rolled across the floor of the History classroom as we had deep, beautiful sex. I managed to get on top and that's when it felt even better.
Sleeping with a teacher? Now, that was a new low for me. But it was good. An older man... so much more experience... so much more fun. I loved it now, and I felt comfortable instead of awkward. It was hard to say this was the best sex ever, because I'd never had sex before.
I'd given head jobs, and had the favour returned. I'd been fingered, and I'd given several hand jobs. I'd kissed, bitten, sucked... and now essentially, I'd been fucked.
As terrible as that sounds.
Yes, I'd definitely experienced something new.
I let out a moan of pleasure, and so did Ben.
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Back At Home...
I stumbled in the door just after six. My brother Ian was slumped over the lounge with the playstation controller in his hand. My sister Melia had her iPod in hand, headphones in her ears. I doubt she noticed me even walk through the door. My dad was in his den, drawing up... some building. He was an architect.
My mom was in the kitchen, so I walked in there.
"Lana, you're home," mom sighed. "I was beginning to think you'd ran off with the circus."
"I had detention," I groaned.
"Tell me something that actually surprises me," mom gasped.
"How about I rooted my History teacher and I'd do it again," I said, looking her in the eye. To my surprise, she cracked up laughing.
"Well, if you fail at school, you'll make an excellent comedian," mom grinned. "Go scrub up for dinner."
I'd told my mom the truth, and she didn't believe me! Good, I thought. She believed I'd never do that, but once so did I. Ha! Didn't I prove us both wrong...
After dinner, my parents went out for drinks, leaving the three of us home alone.
"Sucked in for detention again!" Ian chuckled.
"Beat it, twerp," I snapped.
"Just because you're older than me doesn't mean you can boss me around," Ian snarled.
"You're in junior high, shithead," I scoffed. "I could kick your ass."
"Yeah, right," Melia stepped in. "All you're good for is getting into trouble, Lana."
"Fuck you both!" I snapped, storming up the stairs.
I sat in my room and someone walked in. Melia. Great.
"You know, people already think you're a slut," Melia sighed. "I try defending you, but I'm a senior and the whole school thinks it. You should be careful before you start sleeping around with guys. I know you weren't in detention the entire time. And your skirt is on backwards."
"Shit," I gasped.
"Mom may not notice, but I did," Melia continued. "It's hard, of course, to hide a secret affair. But remember I know all the students in school and I'll know which one popped your cherry."
"What makes you think I'm a virgin?" I snorted.
"Well, you were until this afternoon, I know that," Melia smirked.
"So what if I'm having sex? It's so none of your business!"
"Just don't forget the rubbers. I'm not ready to be an aunty just yet."
"I'm on the pill."
"So? Then you could catch something which means you didn't use one today. Dirty whore! You may be my little sister, Lana, but seriously? You've turned into a girl I don't know."
Melia left the room, and my mind was racing. I grabbed my pyjamas and took a shower in my private bathroom. I felt dirty. Really dirty. I scrubbed myself raw and cried. I'd changed so much from that innocent girl I'd known before high school. I was a toy for the boys. Or a man in this case.
I could only hope that this was a phase. I couldn't have sex with Ben anymore. No way! No! It was bad enough that I'd slept with a man I'd only met today. And worse, a teacher stepped well and truly over the line and I could already picture it...
I seen this thing on the news a lot. Teacher sent to jail for sex with a student. Whether the student consented or not didn't factor into it. It was called statuatory rape, and it was totally illegal. I was ruining the reputation of a teacher, as well as my own. Throwing fuel on the fire...
I crawled into bed and cried until I fell asleep.