Forbidden Temptations (A Collection of Steamy, 18+ Tales)

Hot teacher

Mr. Willis is young, energetic, and stunningly handsome. All the qualities you wouldn't expect from a substitute economics professor.

Soon his classes become one of the most attended classes on campus and the populace as you'd expect are hot horny babes. Jean Harrison, a straight grade student and aspiring nymphomaniac wants the new econ professor and she soon learns bitterly she can't have him. Michelle Peyton, another straight-grade student too afraid to come out of her shell, wants a taste of the new professor but she's clueless about what to do. Jean finds out how to kill two birds with one stone using Michelle and get what she wants, which is Mr. Willis's hard c**k smashing her down.

MICHELLE PEYTON

I've had my fair share of s****l fantasies. There was a time I was particularly smitten by the pool cleaner at the hotel my dad managed. Nine-year-old me would imagine Santi's hard hands moving the length of my barely matured body. Most of the time I imagined I was twenty which compensated for the weird child molestation angle.

Then there was that time I was smitten by the rock star. His piercings and tattoos outnumbered his brain cells but that didn't stop me from wanting a piece of him and fantasizing about it so many times.

The guy who believed aliens were going to take over the world was smarter but he believed in too many bullshit conspiracies to irk my nineteen-year-old mind.

Now as I stared dreamily at the new econ professor I could see exactly the troubled direction my mind was leading me to.

He wore a vest on brown cargo pants which would normally be considered a fashion disaster but somehow he managed to own the look. A miracle!

He smiled awkwardly at the class but there was an air of confidence about the way he kept himself that pulled me.

His sandy-colored hair, combed, cascaded in waves that excited my mind. I wondered how it would feel if I laced my fingers through his hair. Soft. Definitely soft.

His blue eyes scanned our faces with almost military alertness. His body was built to perfection.

Who is this guy?!

"My name is Mr. Willis." He said in a voice that chilled my core.

Willis. I tried to imagine what his first name would be. What name would go with Willis? Jordan? Bishop? Brad? Bradley?

"I have a question, Mr. Willis." A girl said from the top row in a flirty voice.

"Sure. Let's hear it, girl with the mildly sinister look."

She giggled. Why was I feeling a sort of way about a giggle? It's just a giggle. That's all it is.

"Are you married, Mr. Willis?"

Half of the class turned to look at her. It was Jean Harrison. She was a bona fide badass b***h if there was ever anyone to play the role. I wondered how she managed to be on top of every class.

Mr. Willis tried to respond to Jean's question but he seemed to be frozen. Jean enjoyed putting people in awkward positions. It was like she got off from it.

"This is my first time doing this," he said with a smile. "I'm hoping you guys don't eat me alive."

There was a light chuckle mostly from the first few seats. I couldn't tell for certain if I had chuckled or not because I was too busy trying to distract myself from drooling over him. Every attempt failed.

Our eyes met for a brief moment and it was almost as if reality had somehow slowed down and then he looked away. I gasped and tried to control my breathing once again.

Some girls whispered from the seats above. I turned at the sound to see they were watching him too but with lustful eyes. He was that much of a dish!

His class turned out to be better than I expected. He went through the basics of the course explaining stuff I already knew about and yet I listened.

It was the first time I'd focused in class long enough without touching my phone. Another miracle! Double miracles were rare.

The class ended half an hour later. I frowned feeling a painful tug as the hall emptied. I knew I'd have to leave too. My fantasies about Mr. Willis would have to end for now until the next class.

I didn't want it to end. Not yet. Just a little while longer. I want it to lingerie a little longer.

I watched as a few students clustered around him. They were asking questions and he seemed glad to answer them. Then an idea hit me.

Yes! That was how I'd make it last longer.

Summoning the courage was the hard part. I was a freak mentally but that was as far as it went. I was shy and awkward. The boldest thing I'd ever done was ride a bike without the training wheels and saying yes to Lonnie.

Lonnie! s**t… I almost forgot our 2 pm date.

There was half an hour left. I could still make it, I convinced myself and shuffled it to the bottom stack in my mind.

I stood up and sat back twice until I finally tried again and then willed my legs to move. The last group was walking away from Mr. Willis as he picked up the bag he had brought with him. He still hadn't noticed me approaching him.

Suddenly he looked up at me. The sudden move almost froze me in place. His eyes had a powerful seductive force. I felt the color leave my face but I kept on moving.

He smiled. I tried to smile back at him but my face felt stiff. My whole body felt stiff.

"If it isn't the troublemaker herself."

His words didn't make sense to me in the first few seconds until Jean moved past me reaching his table. She sat on his table, a move that rode her mini skirt up revealing her delicate flesh.

My face fell as it became clear he hadn't been smiling at me at all. He was smiling at Jean! He hadn't even f*****g seen me.

Fuck… f**k… f**k…

I continued on my path with a crushing feeling of disappointment pushing down my shoulders until I walked through the doorway out of the lecture hall.