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  Three Hundred Words

  Adelaide Cross

  Chapter One

  My mind was a mess. I’d only needed a C to get the grade, but it was an E that taunted me from the sheet I’d just been given back. I slammed my hand over it when Emma leaned over to look, really willing myself not to cry. There were still four months left to go at school and I’d just found out that they were pointless.

  I couldn’t go to the university I’d chosen with this.

  “Come on, just let me see. It can’t be that bad, you’re good at English.”

  I shook my head, really trying not to panic.

  “It really can be that bad.”

  I bit the bullet and showed her the grade. “I’m screwed. I can’t get an A overall with this grade.”

  Emma tapped her hand. She didn’t know what to say, either, because I was right. That was the end of my plans to go to Nottingham University. “Just go and ask him at the end of the lesson. He might agree to give you an extension.”

  Our gazes both fell on Mr. Lane, who was lecturing from the front of the classroom with a stern expression. There was no way this man was giving me an extension. The very first words out of his mouth when he began teaching were that there wasn’t going to be any lenience from him.

  He’d stuck to it, too, even when Michael had started crying about his grade in front of the entire class.

  I was stuck with this.

  Slouching in my seat and resting my cheeks on my fists, I blinked back the tears and tried to listen to what Mr. Lane was saying. Perhaps I could do well enough in my exams to drag my grade up to something reasonable, then at least I might get a place somewhere.

  Mr. Lane spoke with a controlled tone, as always, but his Irish accent just made everything ten times sexier. Normally, I’d have been enthralled. Today, I was just sad and listening to the gorgeous man in front of me wasn’t doing anything.

  I wondered if he’d give me an extension if I tried to convince him it was because he’d been too sexy every lesson for me to concentrate. It was unlikely. I couldn’t really think of any reason why my grade would be so bad, though. Sure, I had ogled him a lot during lessons and hadn’t paid too much attention to the actual words leaving his mouth, but that shouldn’t have dropped my grade so far.

  I must have just made some kind of horrible blunder, or missed the point of the essay entirely.

  The bell rang and people started packing away before Mr. Lane had instructed, much to his annoyance.

  I remained seated. I couldn’t have been the only one who had failed the essay, but I was the only one left in his classroom when people had filtered out.

  Nerves filled my stomach and it took a lot just to bring myself to stand up. I’d fancied Mr. Lane since he’d replaced my old teacher and that made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. It was weird, to fancy someone who was at least ten years older than me and I kept that buried completely.

  Not even Emma knew about my weird obsession with Mr. Lane.

  And my boyfriend certainly didn’t.

  I clasped the straps of my rucksack and approached Mr. Lane’s desk. He was sitting straight, looking as graceful as ever, and I swallowed. He wasn’t likely to shout at me, just to say that no, I couldn’t have an extension, and that I should be on my way.

  “Sir,” I cleared my throat when he lifted his green eyes to mine. They suited his black hair so perfectly. It was a combination I’d always wished I had myself – brown hair and brown eyes was so boring. “I was coming to ask if I could have an extension for my coursework. I didn’t get a good enough grade to get into my first university choice.”

  There wasn’t even any sympathy in Mr. Lane’s expression as I gave him my most despairing look. I knew I was being pathetic. I’d even undone my top button before I approached him, in the hopes anything might sway him. If anything worked, I’d be over the moon. “I said no lenience,” his voice wrapped around me as he crushed my dreams. “I’m sorry, Lily.”

  I bounced on my heels, trying desperately to think of something. Speaking had never been my strong suit – I didn’t have the skills to persuade Mr. Lane to give me what I needed. “Please, Sir. I’ve wanted to go to this university forever and I know I can do better than this essay. I’ll do anything, please.”

  I’d tagged it on the end without really thinking, but I knew how it sounded. I wasn’t really implying that I’d be quite happy to clean his classroom or carry his textbooks around.

  Mr. Lane raised an almost amused eyebrow and my cheeks burned. Of course I’d had to say that. It wasn’t that I didn’t love the idea of Mr. Lane taking me right here in this classroom – I’d imagined it enough times – but I wasn’t ever intending to let him know that.

  Right then I’d just sounded like a desperate student, anyway.

  He finally put down his pen and granted me all of his attention. I practically shivered when his eyes swept my body. We didn’t have a uniform at sixth form, which I was almost disappointed about right now. My jeans and blouse weren’t the sexiest, even if they were tight enough to give away I had some curves.

  I banished the thoughts from my mind. He was just humouring my mistake to amuse himself. In a moment, he’d tell me that I couldn’t have the extension and that he wanted me to leave.

  “Anything, huh?”

  I blinked and my eyebrows knitted together. He was definitely humouring me. “Anything.” My voice was stronger than I’d expected and I barely managed to maintain eye contact.

  Mr. Lane was intense.

  I’d never been looked at like that before – he’d folded his hands under his chin and let his gaze bore into mine. His face was still stern, but the glint in his eyes gave away amusement.

  I wondered if he did find me attractive – I was young and not overly ugly. I was just a bit bland, but that was enough for plenty of people.

  He was probably in a happy relationship, at his age.

  “Then I have a proposition for you.”

  I stood straight, still before him, and tried not to show any discomfort. My mind was racing with possibilities and flooded with the images that normally made me hot at night. Mr. Lane bending me over a desk, Mr. Lane backing me up against a wall.

  Mr. Lane doing all the things my boyfriend, Luke, never would because he was never horny.

  “Your coursework was one thousand five hundred words long. I’ll rewrite 300 words per sexual encounter with you.”

  My eyes widened and I was too stunned to respond for a second. Mr. Lane had leant back in his chair to observe my reaction. His eyebrows were knitted and I wasn’t sure he felt entirely comfortable with what he’d just suggested. Perhaps he was betting on the fact I fancied him – I’d really tried to be subtle, but there was a chance I’d given him too many adoring gazes during our lessons.

  “I have a boyfriend,” I muttered, trying to remember that if I did this I’d probably never forgive myself and my relationship would probably be over. “I can’t do that.”

  Mr. Lane’s expression faltered slightly and he opened his mouth. I wondered if he was going to revoke his offer, or to tell me that it was take it or leave it.

  I didn’t wait to find out. “But I’ll do it.”

  This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Sleep with my teacher, get to be intimate with someone I’d been crushing on for two months. It was exciting and I didn’t do exciting things.

  Mr. Lane narrowed his eyes at me and I wondered if he was going to question my answer. Instead, he stood up, until his tall stature was dominating mine. The classroom door had a piece of glass in it, so unfortunately there was no way I was going to be bent over a desk, but Mr. Lane clearly had a plan.

  He took my hand in his and brought me to the patch of wall bes
ide the door. The door was in a sort of alcove, so we couldn’t be seen from here.

  I looked up at him, waiting for the moment when we finally touched. Mr. Lane wasn’t gentle about it.

  He backed me into the wall, his entire body pressed against mine, and pressed hard lips against my own. I shut my eyes straight away, already becoming lost in his touch. My skin felt almost feverish as a coil of desire built in my stomach.

  Mr. Lane knew exactly what he was doing and I was slick between my thighs in seconds. His hands were rough on my hips as his mouth plundered mine. I arched my back into his, my hard nipples pressing into his chest, even through my bra.

  I’d known sleeping with my teacher would be exciting, but I could barely catch my breaths as he lavished attention on me. Even when his mouth left mine to adventure down my throat, I was gasping – probably far too loudly considering we were still in school.

  I’d had sex before, but only with Luke and it had been nothing like this. I almost felt nervous and unsure of what to do with myself under Mr. Lane’s expert hands. Having stuck to safely threading my fingers through his hair, I decided to be brave.

  It wasn’t that I wanted to rush things, but I was beginning to feel increasingly desperate.

  It had been nearly three weeks since I last had sex and masturbation wasn’t always all it was cracked up to be. The thought of having Mr. Lane’s cock inside me now was almost enough to drive me mad.

  And so I began undoing his trousers. Beneath the tight suited trousers he wore for school, I’d been able to feel his erection pressing into my stomach, but after undoing the zip, I could feel its entirety. And it was big. I worked down his boxers with ease, more than happy to wrap my hand around its length.

  Slowly stroking up and down, I received an immediate reaction from Mr. Lane. He groaned, halting slightly in his kisses to focus on the pleasure I was giving him. His hands gripped my waist tightly and I bit my own lip, revelling in the sounds Mr. Lane was giving me.

  If there was one way to make sure I was definitely riled up it was knowing that I was driving the older man on top of me to the height of pleasure, even considering my inexperience.

  My panties were soaked and so I halted my pace before Mr. Lane could find his release.

  He still had to fuck me yet.

  Allowed to come back to his sense slightly, Mr. Lane brought his lips back to mine and I felt far less shy about grabbing every part of his skin I could get to, now. I pulled him closer to me with his bum, his erection pressing against my stomach evocatively; I let my hand slip up his shirt to drag nail marks down his chest.

  All the time curses and moans fell from my lips.

  It was the most turned on I’d ever been with someone.

  I’d never have this with Luke.

  When I thought he was going to start undoing my trousers to get to the main event, Mr. Lane instead pushed me to my knees, so my face was level with his long cock.

  I’d never given head before. Luke wasn’t interested in sex at the best of times, but when he was in the mood, it was all soft touches and then missionary sex.

  A blowjob wasn’t something he’d ever requested and the one time I’d tried, he’d redirected me to his mouth.

  Still, I’d watched enough porn to have some idea of what I was doing. Grasping his cock in my hand, I took the tip into my mouth. Maintaining eye contact, I watched the pleasure spasm across Mr. Lane’s face.

  He was loving every minute of having me at his disposal; having me on my knees in front of him, to be used however he wanted.

  I was perfectly content to be here.

  I’d never really known what kind of sex I’d actually enjoy the most, but this was definitely the kind I fanaticised about and so far, it was doing wicked things to me. My body ached with need and heart beat so fast I was sure Mr. Lane could hear it.

  I worked my mouth over his large cock, straining to fit him all in. My hand stayed put, keeping in time with the rhythm of my head-bobbing. I kept watching his face and he watched me back, face intense and occasionally broken by a gasp or groan.

  After a few minutes of my own efforts, Mr. Lane took control. Removing my hand from his cock, he weaved fingers through my curly brown hair and pushed my mouth further down.

  I couldn’t quite take him all, but Mr. Lane made sure I came as close as possible. He urged me forwards until my eyes watered and I was having to push back the urge to gag. Still, I kept my eyes on him and worked my tongue against his shaft.

  He bobbed my head up and down, pushing himself deep before giving me a break and barely moving me against his tip.

  We both stopped when there was a knock at the door. I was so far down his cock that my nose touched his pelvic triangle and the need to gag was strong, but I was forced to stay there until the knocking stopped and footsteps were heard going back down the corridor.

  I’d met Mr. Lane’s eyes and his had sparkled with almost amusement. The fear of getting caught skyrocketed my desire even more.

  I wasn’t surprised when I felt hot liquid at the back of my throat only moments later.

  I swallowed, not having known what to expect from the taste, but deciding it wasn’t altogether unpleasant, and leant my head back against the wall.

  Mr. Lane had cum and he wouldn’t be able to get a hard on again for at least a few minutes. My entrance was still demanding attention, but I realised that Mr. Lane wasn’t intending on giving it to me.

  He’d already done his trousers back up and straightened out his clothes. He didn’t look like he’d done anything more than just teach a lesson. “Those three hundred words are yours,” he said in a stilly raspy voice, offering me his hand to stand up.

  I took it, unsure of whether to ask him for more or not. Part of me didn’t want to give away how ravenously hungry I was to have him and the other part needed to beg him to pleasure me. I kept my mouth sealed shut.

  That was definitely one way to make sure I came back for more.

  ***

  I walked up my drive with slumped shoulders. I’d missed the school bus due to my unfulfilling rendezvous and so the walk home had given me plenty of time to regret my decision and let the self-loathing really take hold.

  I’d cheated on my boyfriend for an A.

  I’d slept with my teacher because I had a crush on him and my boyfriend didn’t satisfy me sexually.

  It was all a bit too much for me to contend with right now. I needed to decide what on Earth I was going to do about Luke and whether I could bring myself to continue sleeping with Mr. Lane.

  I should stay away from both of them.

  Unfortunately, I spied Luke’s shoes in the hallway the moment I entered and knew I wasn’t going to get a chance to think about anything.

  I attempted to swallow down my guilt and keep a straight face. No one had to know about my discretions quite yet. I still hadn’t wrapped my head around what I’d done myself, yet. That and I was still overcome with a desire that hadn’t been sated.

  What I really needed was to masturbate so that I could think with a clear head.

  My imagination was running wild with the possibilities for mine and Mr. Lane’s encounter and I needed to stop them dead before I decided what to do about everything.

  Mine and Luke’s relationship was failing, really, as proven by my reckless decision today. He might not know it, but I needed more than someone who had the perfect personality. There was the physical side, too, and I was beginning to realise just how important that actually was.

  I managed a relatively normal smile as I gave my mum a hug. “Sorry about the time, missed the school bus because I was chatting to Emma.”

  She rolled her eyes. “No surprises there.” This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, but there was no reason my mum should know about my poor grade. “Luke’s upstairs. He only got here about five minutes ago.”

  His swimming practise must have been cut short again. They’d been doing that a lot recently due to the dwindling numbers. Luke wasn’t happ
y about it at all, so he wasn’t likely to be in the best mood tonight.

  I supposed we could wallow together. I’d tell him about my poor grade and it would give me an excuse to be in a horrible mood all evening.

  Maybe he’d even leave early and I’d get the time alone I needed.

  I slung my rucksack into my desk chair and greeted Luke. “You’re here early.” I hadn’t expected him round at all tonight, but he didn’t often let me know before he popped in. “Early finish again?”

  “No, early start, actually. For once no one had to stay behind and we could start right off the bat. It was a good session. New personal best.” He opened his arms in an invite to cuddle.

  I took it reluctantly, glad this position meant he couldn’t see my face. I let my grimace reign once I’d gotten comfy. “I failed my English coursework.” May as well get it out there.