Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
At the end of my internal struggle I told myself that if we were careful and no one was the wiser, as long as she was willing, there was no reason we couldn’t be together. Though it might be a bit of a problem getting to spend time together without raising suspicion in a town this size, I’m sure there were ways around that.
For one, that little cottage she lives in is well out of the way. I don’t think I know anyone who hangs out over there or even passes through that area for any reason. And for another, everything closes up early around here, since there’s not much else to do outdoors after sundown.
If I’m very careful when I go to her, all should be fine. I’d make sure of it in any case. My heart raced with unleashed excitement now that I’d taken care of the larger issues on my mind, now that I could see a clear way of getting to her.
With that worry out of the way, I turned my attention to other things, more pleasant things. Like how I was going to get her into my bed as soon as possible if she’d let me. What would it feel like making love to her? Would she come out of her shell? Is there hidden passion beneath her blushing shyness? Could I be the one to release her from her inhibitions?
Once free from restraint my mind took off on its own, leading me where it will, until I wanted her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why that is. It’s the forbidden aspect of the thing, the fact that I shouldn’t have her.
The thought gave me pause. Is it really just the taboo of a teacher having sex with her student that makes it all seem so exciting? Somehow I doubt that. I don’t live my life that way.
Sure that plays a minute part in it, the unknown uncharted waters. But I wouldn’t be so easily enticed by the forbidden, unless it’s something I want, and then, I’ll get it by any means necessary.
Another reason I don’t easily accept praise. I know what lives inside me. I know that I can be as selfish as I am giving. That I always go after what I want.
So I find it hard to accept that my interest in her stemmed solely from the fact that she was my teacher. The attraction I felt seemed to be about more than that.
And besides, I wouldn’t be putting in this much effort if it were just something as simple as teenage fantasy lust. If she was a hot young blonde with her attributes on display, maybe. But that’s what I’m surrounded with everyday and it does nothing for me.
No, with her, she makes me think much deeper, and because I don’t quite understand my interest at this point, it just makes the whole thing that much more enticing.
I almost feel bad for her, now that I had her in my sights. I’m known for being tenacious when going after something I want and I don’t always use the most ethical strategy either. Another reason I hate all that praise the town likes to heap on my head.
I’m always fair, unless fairness doesn’t get me what I want, then I pull out all the stops. So I hope the shy little teacher hiding behind her glasses and those unflattering clothes doesn’t put up too much of a fight. It would only be wasting her time and mine. Because in the end, I’ll get her no matter what.
That sounds diabolical even to my own ears, but all it means is that if I want her enough I’ll go the extra mile if need be. The beauty in that is that I never felt it before in a situation like this. Always before that energy has been expended on business ventures, or the thing I did with the class for my team.
But never before have I constructed a war map in my head to go after a female. I never felt the need to before because female companionship has always come too easy, but this one was going to make me work for it I’m sure. I smiled at the thought as I looked up at the ceiling while tossing a football in the air.
Now that my mind was made up, I went back to wondering about her eyes; always I’m drawn back to them. I played a little guessing game with myself. Were they blue, green, or brown? Would she look up at me while I fuck her, or will she keep them shyly closed?
It’s not just her eyes that has me intrigued though, but all of her. I’m dying to know what she looks like, what she’s hiding beneath those butt ugly clothes she likes to wear.