One Shots

Forbidden Desires (MxF)

“Okay, guys! We’re gonna start today with our leading lady, Claire, and our leading male, Kaden. Please take your positions and start from the top!”

Claire moved across the stage with ease and grace. She planted her feet on the ‘X’ Mr. Elmore had placed as her mark and took a deep breath, waiting for her partner to take his mark in front of her.

She looked at Mr. Elmore for his cue and when he looked back at her—well anytime he looked at her really—her insides melted.

′He’s so hot,” she couldn’t help her 17-year-old mind saying.

And now his lips were moving, his brows pinched, but there was a hint of a smirk.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and looked forward at Kaden, “Huh?”

Kaden chuckled, “He said ‘Begin’ and you were just staring out at nothing. Did you space?”

Claire felt her cheeks tinge pink, “Uh, yeah.”

She looked back at her teacher, “Sorry, Mr. Elmore.”

He flicked his wrist at her, “Please, you know in the theater I’m Sebastian.”

She nodded, “Sorry, Sebastian.”

He nodded, still smirking, “Are you ready now, Claire?”

She bit her bottom lip, “Yes, Sir.”

“Okay, then. Begin,” he said.

She turned back to Kaden and poured her heart into the dialogue from the play she was leading.

She added hand gestures and even took a step closer for added measure, and when it was his part she felt he wasn’t giving it his all as she had been.

She was frankly a little annoyed that he was the leading male.

′God, he sounds like he’s reading from a textbook,′ she frowned.

And apparently, Mr. Elmore thought the same, “Okay, cut! Kaden, what the hell was that monotoned bullshit?”

Kaden’s face went red, “I guess I’m a little nervous, Sebastian.”

Mr. Elmore pinched the bridge of his nose with his large black-framed glasses in his fingers before taking a deep breath, “Okay, take a deep breath and relax. Let’s take it from the top. Claire, begin.”

And she, again, gave her dialogue beautifully. She paused when needed, laughed when needed, and even sniffled when needed. She could tell that she had everyone’s attention.

But when it was Kaden’s turn he did a little better but not by much.

“Cut!”

They both looked at their drama teacher, “Do you need me to show you how it’s done, Kaden?”

Clearly what Kaden needed was feelings.

The part they were at called for feelings, for chemistry, for a spark and Kaden obviously didn’t feel that with Claire.

It was a shame because Kaden was cute and she would have to kiss him later on in the play.

“Yes, Sir,” Kaden mumbled before stepping away from his mark and watching as Mr. Elmore made his way up the stairs and placed himself on the ‘X’.

He looked around at the rest of the cast, “Okay, now this is how it’s supposed to sound, to look like when this scene is played out. Take notes,” he had finished his sentence while looking at Kaden.

“Begin,” he whispered as he looked at her.

Claire cleared her throat and performed her lines again, perfectly. She could see him lightly saying the words with her, following her hands as they moved, watching her features as her brows pinched or rose, as her lips turned up in a smile or down in a frown.

And when it was his turn he was speechless for a moment before jumping right in.

Claire had heard the lines he was reciting so many times that she, too, lightly moved my lips along with him.

She could tell he was well versed in this play as he too added gestures, moved around slightly and even took Claire’s hands in his and pulled her forward with his next line, “And I’ve grown feelings for you, Anna. You’re far greater than anything I could’ve ever asked for.”

He said the words right to her, looked right into her eyes and then he moved a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear and dropped his voice low, “I’m falling for you, Anna. You’re beautiful eyes, your pink cheeks,” he brushed his thumb there.

“And your lips, Anna, Christ. Can’t you see what you do to me,” he recited, placing Claire hand over his heart and paused.

He let her go and moved away with his next words, “But we aren’t meant for each other.”

And Claire felt her heartbreak for the character and herself as he continued, “We’ll never be able to be together so it’s better if we keep our distance.”

She left out a ragged breath with his last words and was shocked that she felt it all.

She hadn’t even noticed the sounds of the cast clapping at the performance until Mr. Elmore turned his eyes away from her and looked at Kaden, “And that is how it’s done.”

***

Sebastian sat at his desk with his fingers steepled until his chin, thinking about the performance in the theater.

He had thought there would be chemistry between Claire and Kaden, that’s why he had ultimately chosen him because if you feel what the character feels then it’ll seem more real.

But he should’ve known that Kaden wouldn’t know anything about a forbidden romance. He was able to be with whomever he wanted.

And that’s why Sebastian’s performance with Claire had been so beautifully executed because it was forbidden for him to be with her, for him to lust after her like he had been since she’d first stepped foot into his classroom.

He was startled out of his thoughts at the sound of a knock on his door.

“Come in,” he called out after clearing his throat.

And who he hadn’t expected to be on the other side was the girl in question.

“Claire,” he started with a slight grunt, “What can I do for you?”

She closed the door behind her, though Sebastian knew he could easily open it and nothing would seem out of the ordinary, he chose to let her have her way.

She walked up to his desk, each step quiet as her white canvas sneakers padded against the floor. Her long legs were on display under the short skirt she was wearing and she had a bit of cleavage showing from the hemline of her tight v-neck t-shirt.

He saw that her cheeks were pink, the color was gorgeous on her pale skin as he drank her in.

She cleared her throat, “Sebastian,” she started, clearly forgetting that it was only in the theater that he was lax with his name.

But he let it slide—for her.

“I don’t think that Kaden is a good partner for me, Sir,” she said in a low voice.

He agreed, but found her telling him this amusing, “Are you saying that I chose my cast wrong? Do you think you could’ve done better, Claire?”

She worried her bottom lip and cast her eyes down, “I didn’t mean to offend you, Sir. It’s just that I try my hardest to give my all and I feel like Kaden isn’t.”

She looked back up into his eyes and he couldn’t help the smirk, “Who would you have chosen?”

She took a moment to think, and he thought that maybe she wasn’t going to answer but then she whispered, “Well...after today? You.”

He raised his brows, “Me? As the lead? That would be a little unfair. I’m the teacher, Claire. Wouldn’t you like a boy your own age to play beside you?”

She shook her head, “The piece is about a forbidden love, Sebastian. None of the students would know about that...”

“And you think I would,” he asked.

She nodded, “You’re a teacher, as you stated...and I’m a student. It’s one of the biggest forbidden romances, Sir. And we both executed our parts without a problem. I think Kaden would understand if you took the lead.”

It wasn’t unheard of for a teacher to put themselves in the play if a cast member and the understudy were sick or something, but had she even given any thought to Jeremy?

“And what about Kaden’s understudy,” he asked.

Her cheeks bloomed with color again, “He’s openly gay, Sebastian. No one would believe he cared for my character. Not like you performed it. Please? I need to be on stage with someone who knows what they’re doing, who enjoys it, who can tap into the character he’s playing.”

He took a deep breath, “Fine. I’ll play the part, but I want to know why you’re so adamant about me being the lead instead of holding another casting call.”

She looked down and then shrugged her bag off her shoulders before walking around the desk and making him turn around, “Because I feel what Anna feels.”

Sebastian had to gasp at that. He thought Claire was beautiful, sexy even, with her long brown hair, her plump lips, her hazel eyes. And her body that had a knack for making him hard, especially when she wore tight clothing and bounced around the stage.

He watched her lean forward and trap him against the desk, “And I think you feel what Klaus feels.”

He couldn’t help but look at her lips as she was slightly above him in this position, “And what would give you that inclination,” he whispered.

He had always been one to give in to temptation as he lived by the phrase ‘you only live once’, but this was his student who was ten years his junior.

She wasn’t even legal yet but she sure fücking looked like she was.

Claire licked her lips before she caught his eyes on hers, “The words you recited...you said them to me, not to Anna. You feel this too, don’t you?”

He had to swallow the desire and palm himself without her noticing, though she did with a small smile, “I do, Claire, but that doesn’t make it right. I’m still your teacher though I do...feel...a certain way.”

“One night, Sebastian,” she whispered, “Give me one night and we’ll feel what Anna and Klaus feel. It’ll make for a better performance and you know it.”

His resolve—if he had even had one, to begin with—was gone, “Where?”

“The Gateway motel outside of town—tonight at 8. I’ll be in number six,” she stated with a grin.

He smirked at the little vixen, “Is this where Chris Hansen comes out of my supply closet and tells me I’m on Dateline NBC?”

She chuckled, “No, Sebastian. I’d never do that to you, but you’d never know unless you come...I’ll be waiting.”

She leaned away and returned to the other side of his desk to pick up her bag.

“What was that number again,” he asked.

She began walking backward, “Number six. You’ll see my black car out front. Don’t be late.”

He chuckled, “I don’t even know if I’ll be going or not.”

She bit her lip as she opened the door, “I have no doubt you’ll make the right decision.”

***

So, he was parked outside the motel. Across the lot from her black car.

The Gateway motel. More like the gateway to hell or jail because that’s where he’d be going if he went along with this.

He had staked the place out a bit, actually looking for large vans that could hold camera crews but found none.

He took a deep breath as he laid his head against his steering wheel.

If they got caught would the consequences be worth it?

Of course not.

There were plenty of legal women who wanted to sleep with Sebastian, but it was the fact that Claire was forbidden that he had actually shown up and was now getting out of the car and walking up to the f*****g motel door.

He cleared his throat and knocked lightly.

His heart was racing, ready for anything, but what he wasn’t ready for what Claire opening the door in nothing but an apple red bra and pantie set.

“You came,” she whispered with a smile before pulling him in by his shirt and shutting the door.

She pushed him against the door and pressed her lips to his in a hungry kiss.

And Sebastian was lost for a second as his eyes were still open, looking down at her.

He pushed her away gently, “Hang on a second, Claire.”

She frowned, “What? What is it?”

He sidestepped her and walked further into the room to the shut bathroom door.

He saw that the light was off, but his heart still pounded as he took the handle in his hand.

“There’s no one in there, Sebastian. I seriously just want to f**k you, not send you to jail,” Claire huffed.

This encouraged him to open the door and flick on the light. He sighed in relief and then flung open the shower curtain to find that it was also empty.

He chuckled as he turned off the light and shut the door again.

And when he turned back to the room, he saw that Claire had already taken off her bra and was reclined on the bed, propped up on her elbows, “You find Chris Hansen in there?”

His eyes zeroed in on her dark n*****s thought the room was dark, save for the slightly ajar curtains that let a sliver of light through.

He went and closed them before locking the door.

“You’re very thorough,” she purred as he headed back to the bed.

“I’m older and less naive. I’m not trying to go to jail because someone walks by and sees an older man taking advantage of a young girl,” he huffed as he rid his feet of his shoes and pulled his shirt off.

She laughed, ”You taking advantage of me?”

He rid himself of his jeans and socks and crawled between her legs and placed his hands into the mattress on either side of her, “Yes. No matter that you seduced me in the classroom, you are still a minor and I’m still taking advantage of you.”

“I’m not stupid and naive, Sebastian,” she stared with a frown but ran her hands up his arms and around his back.

“You are, Claire. You left the curtains open, and you answered the door in your underwear, sweetheart. But all of that’s okay because this is only a one-time thing—for the play.”

He kissed her lips then and actually got to enjoy the kiss this time.

She filled up his senses after a moment: The smell of her hair that was fanned out around her head, the taste of her lips as he licked the bottom, the feel of her breasts as they arched into his chest—it was all so intoxicating and he could see why men were willing to go to jail for these little temptresses.

“I’m so f****d,” he groaned as he kissed down her jaw and then her neck.

“Shut up, Sebastian, and stop thinking for a few hours,” she whispered.

They kissed, their tongues caressing each other and even when Claire made Sebastian roll over, the kiss was never broken.

Sebastian was rock hard in his briefs and with Claire grinding her barely clothed pûssy against him, all he was thinking about now was being inside of her.

And when Claire moved down his body and peeled his briefs down his legs before throwing them on the floor, he was eagerly waiting for her next move.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft and lowered her head until her tongue licked a stripe up the underside.

“Ho, s**t,” he breathed out in amazement.

He hadn’t expected her to want to touch him there, but then she wrapped her lips around the tip and her tongue swirled around him, he was almost ready to f*****g blow his load in her mouth.

“Oh, God. Lower Claire. Take it all,” he moaned as she looked up at him with him still in her mouth.

She hummed around him as she took him to the back of her throat, and when she gagged around him and leaned away slightly, she fisted the rest and jerked him while her mouth sucked the tip.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he grunted, his hands fisted in the sheets as he didn’t want to risk her getting upset at him for holding onto her hair.

He really tried not to thrust up into her mouth, but his will was weak and when she gagged around him again all he had for her was a whispered, “s**t, I’m sorry.”

She hummed as she continued her sloppy attack in his c**k. She was jerking the bottom with two fists and sucking the tip like a f*****g pro and all he could do was tremble with his quickly approaching orgasm.

“I’m gonna c*m soon, Clair,” he grunted, trying to warn her that if she didn’t want his c*m down her throat then now was the time to quit but what he wasn’t expecting—he should probably stop expecting so much from her—was for her to quicken her pace.

And when she took him to the back of her throat again he almost whined, “Yes, Claire! Right there, sweetheart. s**t!”

He was breathing heavily as he shot his load in her mouth. And when she sucked him harder, almost as if trying to get every last drop, he shuddered.

But she didn’t stop, “That’s enough, Claire!”

And that time he did whine, a higher than normal pitch sound coming from his throat as she sucked him until he was rock hard again.

He was so sensitive, but she sucked him off like a fücking pornstar and who could say no to that?

And when she finally leaned back with a prideful smile on her lips he knew she wasn’t done having her way with him.

“Did you bring a condom, Mr. Elmore,” she purred.

Shit!

“No,” he sighed as he threw his arm over his eyes.

And this was where it ended.

She shuffled on top of him, most likely getting off to find her clothes, but then she was fisting his c**k again.

He lifted himself up on his elbows and watched with amazement as his tip entered her before getting resistance and then a vaguely familiar ‘pop’ and she slid down with a whimper of pain.

“Did you just—”

The realization hit him then, “Did I just pop your cherry, Claire? Did you just make me take your virginity?”

“Yes,” she whimpered with her eyes closed, her palms on his chest, her hips settled against his.

“Oh, baby. Why would you? Why didn’t you tell me,” he was panicking now.

He had taken her virginity, she was his student and he deflowered her. She wasn’t just some slut that slept around... this was real.

“I knew you’d say no,” she whispered.

And then she began to move. Her hips lifting and sinking slowly back down. And through all of the turmoil he was facing, he hadn’t realized how tight she was around him.

“Oh, fück me,” he grunted.

She managed to chuckle, all the while impaling herself on him over and over, “I am,” she said breathlessly.

And, because he gave in to temptation easily, he held her hips as he fücked up into her at a speed that had him and her moaning.

“Yes, Mr. Elmore. Fück me! Fück my tight little 17-year-old pûssy,” she cried.

Jesus, she’s watched too much porn.

But he couldn’t say that her statement hadn’t affected him. The dirty and perverted part of his brain loves that this was forbidden and obviously she did too.

He rolled them over and lifted her thighs so her hips were positioned higher, “You like getting fücked by your teacher, little Claire,” he whispered into her ear.

And when he felt her walls clench around him, he knew even without her saying anything, without her moans, without her soft grunts as his hips met hers, that she did like it, very much.

So he decided to push it further, “You’ve been such a naughty f*****g girl, Claire,” he whispered before nipping her neck.

“You walk around in those short skirts that accentuate these f*****g legs,” he ran his blunt fingernails up her calf, “Those tight shirts that show off these incredible t**s,” he squeezed her breasts, “And you didn’t think I’d want to f**k this little p***y? You didn’t think I’d find a way to pop your cherry?”

He thrust into her with more force and listened to her angelic moans of pleasure as he continued to speak dirty words into her ear, “You’ve tricked your teacher into taking your virginity, dirty little Claire, and now he’s going to have to make sure that you remember who it was that you gave yourself away to.”

She was whimpering now and he couldn’t help his fingers and their hunt to find the little pearl at the top of her folds. It called out to him and he immediately began rubbing with purpose.

“Harder, Sebastian, please,” she cried, her nails digging into his shoulders and he wasn’t sure if she wanted his c**k harder or his fingers so he gave her both.

And when he felt her walls clench he smirked through his grunts, “There you go, you dirty girl. c*m all over your teachers’ c**k. c*m all over me, Claire.”

“Oh, God,” she cried out as she came.

He felt her pulse around him, her walls like a vice grip, holding him in, but he had to move.

He was close himself and it was only a few more strokes and he pulled out and came on her stomach.

“Yes,” he hissed as he jerked the tip to get every bit onto her creamy skin.

He fell beside her and chuckled at the thought that this, with Claire, had been the best s*x he’d ever had.

He really was tempted to fill her with his c*m, but he wasn’t so driven by lust that the rational part of his brain hadn’t yelled at him that getting her pregnant would be the worst thing.

He looked over at her to make sure she wasn’t crying or regretting anything because that would be terrible, but she had her eyes closed and the small smile playing at the corners of her lips told him that she was content.

“You good,” he asked, “How do you feel?”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth before opening her eyes, “I feel good. A little sore, but good.”

He smiled and got up out of the bed and walked over to her side before pulling her up by her wrists, “Let’s go shower, dirty Claire. You’ve got a bit of something all over you.”

She chuckled but followed behind him.

***

The play had been a hit, but that was only because after the night they shared, Claire hadn’t seen Sebastian outside of the classroom again.

He acted as if that night never happened, but Claire saw the looks he had given her when he thought she hadn’t noticed.

She felt every word he said during the play and she did too.

She even cried when her character begged his to reconsider. Her voice had broken and she could tell that it was Sebastian who was telling her that they needed to keep their distance.

They’d gotten a standing ovation and after the cast bowed and the curtains were closed Claire ran to the bathroom and cried and cried for the forbidden tryst they shared and for the fact that she’d given her virginity to her teacher under the false pretenses that he would want to be with her.

That was the thing with forbidden desires... that’s what they should stay--a desire, a want, or a wish, but nothing more.